The Sharran Cleric

21, any pronouns, +18 only, minors scram

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Once

You said you’d only touch me once,

You said you wouldn’t tell,

I said okay, and fell under your spell,

You said I was the prettiest girl in the world and I believed you,

You touched me, you bruised me, all in the name of love,

I was a fool,

Time and time again you came back,

Touching parts of me that should not have been touched at a young age,

Building me up just to break me down again,

You promised to stop, and I believed you would,

But you didn’t,

You tore me up, you took something that I can never get back,

But you said,

You promised me you would only touch me once.

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It was only a kiss…

It was only a kiss,

How did it end up like this,

Fingers in my hair, my clothes off my body

You’re telling me that you need me,

I might need you too…

The feelings are intense as we keep going,

Bruised lips locked, tongues fighting,

Mouths traveling lower and lower,

To where they are most needed…

You pull away, you push in,

I feel ecstasy,

The whole universe could die,

I would not care at all.

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Chapter Two: Burning Memories

TW: This chapter contains non-consensual sexual content. While this chapter contains important information on the main character, Areya, PLEASE don't read this chapter if the content will potentially trigger you. Take care of yourselves please <3

Finally, we made it out of the city. While I would prefer to have time to process my emotions, I must focus on the task at hand, which is finding a camp. As the evening approaches, I along with the eccentric tiefling Olgoth, and the mysterious elf Tanyl all decide on a meadowy pasture. The pasture has recently turned an emerald green. As spring slowly approaches, multiple flowers and plants start to bloom and grow. I recognize my favorites: hyacinths, irises, and primrose. All of which I remember picking when I was younger. Oh how the days were simpler back then, now those memories have gone sour like foul milk or a rotten apple. I shouldn’t get sentimental with these memories. I need to set up.

The camp that we set up is just three tan tents. They aren’t big, but they are big enough to keep us covered from the elements. “Well, this will do.”, I sigh as I gather wood to start a fire and cook. Tonight’s dinner consists of simple cooked garlic buttered chicken, mashed potatoes, and some beer. A hearty meal for our first time together, after all I went through I deserve it. I haven’t had this type of meal ever since my family died. What they served at the convent was usually some type of bland porridge. Once everything is cooked, we eat. It is silent among the three of us tonight. Whether it be from exhaustion or just simply because we have nothing to discuss, we enjoy our dinner in silence. Afterwards, we all clean up and go to bed. I spend extra time out in the stream nearby, washing off today and thinking about the sins I committed before I left the convent. 

It was in the afternoon, and I had been in the temple all day, reflecting and praying to Zaris to guide me as I was about to go on a church mission, outside of Briarvale. There had been a natural disaster in one of the neighboring cities. While it was raining in Briarvale, whole houses were destroyed, families separated. My job was to heal the injured and give funeral rites for the dead. Before I left, I had to meet with Father Orphon. Father Orphon was the leader of the Cult of Zaris. During my time at the convent, I worked directly under him and a Brother of Zaris, Brother Eyonos. 

Approaching Father Orphon’s door, I quietly knocked as if to not disturb him. A voice boomed from inside, “come in!” I open the door and see Father Orphon at his desk. He is in his mid 50s, dressed in a black priest habit and robe. His salt and pepper hair is slicked back and neatly tucked back under his black cap. He warmly smiles at me, “Ah, Sister Areya. How lovely it is to see you.” I nod and quickly bow before him, “Father, I heard you wanted to see me?” He kept smiling, “yes, I needed to talk to you about your duties before you go on this mission.” Suddenly another figure stepped into the room, Brother Eyonos. He harshly grabbed me by my shoulders and then pushed me onto an empty desk. “Father?? What is going on? What are you doing?” I start to panic. “My dear sweet Sister. You just lay there and don’t worry about a thing.” My breath quickens and I start to tremble, tears start to roll down my face. I’m held in place by Brother Eyonos, and the skirt of my robe gets pulled up by Father Orphon. My blouse gets ripped by Brother Eyonos. He grabs harshly at my breasts, rolling and pinching each nipple between his fingers. I start to sob, “please stop, I’ll do anything, please stop. Lady Zaris won’t approve. I’m supposed to stay pure.” My pleas fall upon deaf ears, as Father Orphon pushes inside me, I cry out and my mouth is suddenly gagged by the fabric of my blouse. Father Orphon gives me no time to adjust, he starts thrusting in and out roughly. Brother Eyonos continues to assault my breasts while shamelessly stroking himself through his robe. I close my eyes, thinking this will all go away if I do. The painful stretch, the cold hard wooden desk on my back, I need it all to go away. I am then slapped harshly, and Brother Eyonos yells, “OPEN YOUR EYES YOU WHORE. Look at us. Look at what we’re doing to you.” I can hear Father Orphon grunting in sick pleasure, “oh sweet Sister. You feel divine, I would do as Brother Eyonos says, as he is much crueller than I am.” I open my eyes and more tears flow from them, I get a feeling in the pit of my stomach. Am I enjoying this? Am I really a whore for liking what is happening to me? Brother Eyonos smirks and laughs cruelly, “looks like the little whore is enjoying this.” My eyes widen and I shake my head. That reaction alone is answered with a hard slap on my face. A few more thrusts from Father Orphon and he finishes inside of me, his calloused, clammy hands gripping at my hips as he does. I groan out soon after and cry unconsolably. It seems as though this assault is not finished yet, as Brother Eyonos eyes me hungrily. He switches places with Father Orphon, and just like the sick and twisted Father, he pushes into me and thrusts his hips erratically and unexperienced, as if this was his first time. He claws at my hips, my stomach, my breasts. Everywhere. He finally settles on clasping a hand on my neck, cutting off my air and blood supply. I feel him speed up– if that is even possible. I feel lightheaded, my vision going in and out, as I start to pass out from the lack of adequate oxygen and blood supply. Father Orphon notices and scolds Brother Eyonos, “Now now, we don’t want to kill her. Let her breathe.” Then I feel Father Orphon reaching down to rub my clit, almost as if he felt remorseful for not giving me any pleasure at all. I cry out and attempt to writhe away from his sick touch. “No my dear, don’t run from this. You know you need your release.” My head feels hazy, my breathing is erratic. I once again feel a sickening feeling in my lower stomach. It intensifies and soon, I feel it finally crashing over me like a giant wave. I twitch, spasm, and cry out. Brother Eyonos finishes inside me soon after and then pulls out. 

As I lay there, spent, tired, and hazy. I softly cry as both men dress back up and act like nothing happened. Father Orphon then turns back to me, “I would go if I were you. I’m sure you are tired my dear.” Brother Eyonos smirks, “oh and if you tell anyone about this, I will have you executed in front of the congregation.” They then walk out of the room as if nothing happened. I sit up, and a sudden urge to vomit comes over me. I do just that, all over the wooden desk where I once laid sinfully. I then put my head in my hands and cried. 

I know that Lady Zaris will be most displeased. This was all my fault. I get up, and go to my room. I wash off, hoping that the soreness and the bruises go away during my bath, but they unfortunately remain… as do the memories. 

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Chapter One: New Acquaintances

Chapter One: New Acquaintances

At dawn no one is really in the city of Briarvale, except for the few shop owners setting up for the day and the plethora of homeless on the street. This is the perfect time to leave, no one will notice— well no one that I know will. See, when you’re a Maiden of Zaris, you serve the community, you go on food runs, care for the poor, stock up on supplies for the temple, and so on. The point is that after a while people get to know you very well. I can’t risk anyone seeing me so I keep my head down and my veil covering the majority of my face. It isn’t until I get to Briarvale’s bakery that I get noticed by the baker himself. “Sister Areya! Good morning, are you off to run your daily errands?” I smile and lower my gaze, “no, I’m sadly not, something happened and I must leave.” Before he asks even further, I start to walk again. I cannot let other people notice me, as words travel fast in this city. 

I go down an alleyway, and I am filled with the rotting stench of flesh, homeless people frequently camp down this alley, and with the government not really caring whether the people down here live or die, they usually receive terrible sores from different diseases and die from infection. As I walk, I try to heal as many people as I can with my powers. I know they are slowly fading but maybe Lady Zaris can grant me this last good deed. 

As I reach the end of the alleyway, I am suddenly grabbed by the shoulders with a knife held to my neck… it must be one of the homeless. I don’t panic, instead I slow my breath and simply look at the perpetrator. The perpetrator is a tall glooming figure, their face obscured by a hood. They are dressed in all black, they must have done this before. “Let me go, or I’ll call upon my goddess to smite you.”, I say to the figure, although there is no goddess to protect me now, I’m on my own. I hear the figure scoff and then they let go, “Gods above you’re one of those pompous clerics aren’t you?” The elven figure peels back their hood to reveal a handsome, pale, face. He is and thin but muscular, with medium, slicked back hair which is so blonde that it is almost white. His ice blue eyes radiate with trickery and annoyance— He doesn’t want to be right about his assumption about me. I sigh, “I once was, but now I’m hoping to change. I promise, I’m no threat to you.”. He looks me up and down as if I’m his prey and then says, “Alright then. Maybe you can help me. I’m usually not the sort to ask for help but you seem like a useful person to know.” I nod for him to go on, “I’m in a situation, I’m on the run from a— well a powerful being, they took me, and I was a slave of theirs for years, I don’t even know how long it has been; I don’t remember much of my past before my capture, I need help.” I squint at him, he is telling the truth, but there is something else he isn’t telling me. “Alright, and say that I do help you? What do I get in return?”. He rolls his eyes, “I’m sure we’ll think of something. The name is Tanyl.” I nod once again, “Mine is Areya. Let’s get going, I need to get out of this city.”. 

We turn out of the dark alleyway, the strange elven man Tanyl is behind me, watching my every move. It is mid-morning and the city has fully woken up, with patrons and vendors out on the streets in their respective stalls. I pay no mind to them, my only focus right now is to get out of this gods-forsaken city… That is until a vendor’s stall catches my eye. Next to the stall is a sign that says, “Olgoth’s Ominous Sundries”. The vendor himself is a fiend, he is dressed in an extravagant red and black robe and hat. He eyes both Tanyl and me. “Uh excuse me! Short girl and tall boy! I have a feeling you need to do business with a devil today!”. Tanyl smirks and looks at me, “oh come on, it’s probably your last day in the city. Don’t you want to let loose a little and shop?” I make a disapproving face and say, “no. Let's keep moving. We have one mission.” Tanyl chimes in, “uh don’t forget about mine!”. I let out an exasperated sigh, “FINE! Fine, just make it quick.”. The fiend is still looking at us, his tail swishing from side to side. He gives a mischievous grin, “glorious! I am Lord Olgoth! Owner of Olgoths Ominous Sundries, you two seem to be in quite the predicaments, maybe I can help with that.”. I raise an eyebrow at Olgoth, “how could you possibly help?” Olgoth still smiles, his smile gets wider if that is possible, “Your soul for all of this to go away isn’t that how that works? Hahah! Just kidding! I’m just a tiefling, I’m not really a fiend! You just looked like you needed some humor in your life!” Tanyl is heavily amused, ”well Olgoth, if you’d like to join us, the more the merrier I say. What do you think, Areya?” I look at the two of them and sigh. Truly I should just say no, but Olgoth might be helpful, so I give in. “Very well then.” Olgoth squeals with delight and abandons his booth with a patched up satchel, “Oh this is going to be glorious!!”. We move on, and the gates to the city are up ahead. What a relief. I can finally get out of this city. 

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Prologue

Morning light flickers through the stained glass windows in the temple. I’ve been in there all night, crying, trying to reason with my goddess, Zaris: the goddess of purity, light, and order. I’ve been one of her maidens since age 12, then last night, an unspeakable act was done. Something so unspeakable that Lady Zaris disowned me. I must leave the Maidens of Zaris, the other maidens will wake up soon. I must leave before they do.

I pack a bag, a few clothes, some pictures of my family, and some food that will last for a few days. I take off the emblems and habit outfit of Zaris, then put on commoner clothes– a simple dress, a robe, and a wimple. Then I grab my bag and sneak out. I don’t look back at that wretched place. That place that… was my home once. No. I can’t think about that now. I have to get out of this town. Far from here. I need to start over. 

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