Misaki was still straddling the young girl she had just enthralled, while she stared at the box. Her mind now wondering if she was in trouble. She had just deflowered and enthralled the priestess of a goddess she knew nothing about. Until today, she had not even heard, much less seen the name. The only good thing was that she hadn’t demonized the young adventurer at all. She had been very careful not to flood her womb with demonic lust energy. That was usually done through her tail, a lust demon’s tail was the main way she reproduced. Used either to get another pregnant, not that she needed it for that thanks to a certain trait of hers or to demonize their partner. When a demoness is trying to corrupt her partner she would pump out dense liquid lust mana right into the womb where it had nowhere to go. Doing so forces her partner to absorb that mana triggering demonization, and if they absorb enough they evolve into a lust demon.

Misaki had avoided doing that mainly because she didn’t want another random lust demon. Now she was glad she hadn’t done it, as it was one less thing for this Furea to potentially be mad at her about. Then Misaki looked up, and her face paled. Standing over her was Phyllis, and she did not look happy. She had a smile on her face, but it was one of those smiles.

Phyllis spoke, “Misaki! What do you think you are doing?”

“Having a bit of fun?” she replied.

“Yes, I can see that.” replied Phyllis with a pout. Misaki wasn’t sure what the trouble was. They were both lust demons, and it was normal for lust demons to be polyamorous. Then it struck her.

“Are you perhaps... jealous?”

Phyllis looked away, her skin flushing a little. It seemed she had nailed it. Phyllis was jealous, that is where this was coming from. Phyllis then turned back with a glare.

“Maybe I am, but you should have invited me. I was right there in the shop across the street.”

Yep that was the problem alright. Misaki sheepishly rubbed her cheek, “Yeah sorry about that. It kind of slipped my mind, and besides I thought you wanted some privacy.”

Phyllis crouched, and then asked, “So was your new Thrall any good?”

Misaki frowned, “Yeah, about that. I think I might be in trouble. Do you know anything about a goddess by the name of Furea? Better yet, do you know anything about how she would react to a demoness deflowering and enthralling one of her priestesses?”

Phyllis frowned as well. Looking thoughtful, as she rolled the name over her tongue. After a moment or two, she said, “Vaguely. I think Furea was the Goddess of Passionate Flames, but her faith isn’t the strongest around here. I believe she is part of the light pantheon, but I also vaguely recall hearing that she is a bit of an oddball for a light goddess. I honestly don’t know how she would react to that.”

Phyllis glanced at the passed-out Thrall that Misaki was straddling. “What would a virgin priestess have been doing on your tenth floor, anyway?”

Misaki shrugged, “No idea. I would have asked, but she hasn’t exactly been in a state to answer questions. I tossed her protection ring onto that bench over there. Could you collect it for me?”

Phyllis nodded, clearly just as curious about the priestess thrall, as she was. This was the tenth floor after all, and it was quite remarkable for someone to remain a virgin, and get this deep into the dungeon. The fact that she was also the priestess of a goddess they knew little about, just made her more interesting.

While Phyllis went looking for the ring, Misaki went about undoing the girl’s restraints. The magical restraints were no longer needed, and they might have to move her to a higher floor, anyway. While the ring would protect her from any further pheromone exposure, the girl was still high on dungeon pheromones. It might be better for her, if she was in a location where they weren’t so potent, regardless of having the ring. Misaki made a mental note, to make sure her Thrall built up a resistance to them.

She had just finished releasing her spells when Phyllis came over with the ring. “I found it, well actually, one of the onlookers found it for me.  Misaki took the ring and nodded. She had garnered a small audience. That wasn’t weird either, she had been putting on a show on the street.

Misaki slipped the ring onto her thralls finger. The same one the ring had originally been on, before she removed it. Then she cast a spell intended to wake a single target. The young girl beneath her sputtered awake. It took her a moment to focus, and when she did, Misaki noticed that while aroused the girl was clearly thinking at the moment. “Good Morning Daisy! I have a couple of questions for you.”

Daisy focused right on her, and smiled, “Of course Mistress. I’ll gladly answer what I can.”

“I was wondering what a virgin priestess of Furea was doing on my tenth floor, and I was hoping you could enlighten me on who Furea is. I am afraid I don’t know much beyond the name.”

The young lady blushed beneath her mistress. As Misaki was very much still sitting on her. “My goddess sent me here on a quest. She said I still had much to learn about passion and said I could learn much about it here.” She looked away, “It has certainly been informative.”

Misaki nodded, “I bet it has. Don’t you agree, Phyllis?”

Phyllis nodded, “Yeah. I am sure it was.”

“Anyway, about Furea what can you tell me about her?” prompted Misaki.

“Ah, well. Furea is the Goddess of Passionate Flames. Fire and Passion are her primary domains. She is part of the light pantheon, although quite the oddball, when compared to other light gods, and goddesses. I’ve been told the only reason she is even considered a light god is because fire is a light source. Not sure I believe that, though. She is a very benevolent goddess, unlike some of the despicable light gods that are popular in the nearby Theocracy. Although with the death of a certain god, I hear things are changing.”

Misaki still a bit worried, asked, “So, um. How would she uh, react to me deflowering and enthralling one of her priestesses?”

Daisy blushed and looked away, “She, uh, kind of encourages us to give that away as soon as we can. I just uh, never managed to do it.” she looked down clearly embarrassed with how red she was. Although the effect was somewhat diminished since Misaki was still sitting on her. Somehow she flushed even further before turning her face again, “..I.. uh. Just kept getting scared.”

Misaki smiled, “So she would be happy to know that you got rid of your virginity. What about the Thrall thing?”

“I, uh,... not sure. I think she would be okay with it. It was the result of our passion.”

Misaki frowned, and then shared a look with Phyllis. What kind of high priestess was unsure about something major like that?”

“Shouldn’t you know more about that? You are a High Flare Priestess afterall. Shouldn’t a high priestess know just about everything about their goddess?”

The girl shrank a bit, “Uh, no. I am just a lowly Flare Priestess. The high thing only means I have been trusted with the care of a minor shrine. Speaking of minor shrines, I was also tasked with establishing one here.”

“So you aren’t all that high up on the chain?”

She shook her head. “In Furea’s church the lowest rungs are occupied by the fire priestesses, then the flare priestesses, followed by the crimson priestesses, then the inferno priestesses. At the top is the High Priestess of Fiery Passion.”

Misaki finally started to get off of her thrall. A young demoness near the bench came over with her discarded clothing. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Phyllis went to collect Daisy’s discarded robe. “That is interesting, and I guess I will have to learn more. Especially since it sounds like Furea is interested in expanding her faith here.”

The Priestess got up as well, and as Misaki redressed, brushed herself off. “We used to have more shrines around here, but the Theocracy wasn’t much of a fan of Furea. From what I have heard, with the recent shifts in the Theocracy, all the gods they chased away are likely to be coming back.”

Misaki wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that. That was a recipe for conflict. It reminded her of all the religious conflicts in her old world. The Crusades, the Jihads, and the constant struggle for the control of the Holy City of Jerusalem, at least while it existed. Its complete obliteration during the Third World War brought an end to that. Although it wasn’t the only holy site destroyed in that war, after all it was merely one of thousands of cities leveled. Not a single major city had survived the Third World War. At least this world wasn’t yet capable of that level of conflict.

She pushed those thoughts and memories aside, and then asked the big question. “I’ve been wondering. How did you manage to reach my tenth floor and remain a virgin? It’s practically impossible to get here without interacting with the demons in the safe zones.”

After a moment of silence, while she dressed, Daisy then began, “Well......”

Dewari stretched a bit on her sofa, as she watched her guest settle into the opposing sofa. She had chosen this room for the meeting since it was nice, comfortable, and relaxing. Not to mention it wasn’t often the two of them spoke. Her guest was a young woman that looked to be around twenty-two years of age. Looked being the operative word, she wasn’t 22 by any stretch of the imagination. Her slightly large bosom was wrapped in a bra-like top that resembled pink and gold flames. She had a matching skirt, and both were somewhat transparent. Leaving her pink nipples, and puffy pussy on full display. Her long fiery red hair was braided.

“Well Furea, it has been a long time since we last spoke. What has it been? Twenty? Thirty mortal years?”

“I think it is closer to forty.”

“Yeah, you might be right. Anyway, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit.”

“My faith is moving back into the regions surrounding the Theocracy. I also wanted to thank that young dungeon of yours, she succeeded where I have failed for years.”

Dewari shifted, and remembered what she noticed happening, after Misaki had been left unattended. “Ah, yes. I saw her deflower one of your priestesses. Kind of rare to see one of yours as a virgin, especially at that age. Didn’t your faith used to ritually deflower themselves?”

Furea nodded, “Yes. That used to be part of the initiation rights, and with that one I was tempted to bring it back. It is rather improper for one of my priestesses, especially a high flare priestess, to be a virgin. I was beginning to worry that even sending her into that dungeon wasn’t going to work.”

Dewari reviewed the girl’s recent past, and then sighed, “Yeah, I can see why you worried. I am guessing her now being a thrall won’t be too much of a problem for you?”

Furea waved it off, “That is a consequence of her being so hesitant to experience one of the greatest forms of passion. I won’t let your young dungeon keep her forever, but I think being a thrall would benefit Daisy. As long as she stays a Firnling, I am happy.”

“I see. In that case, I better grant her some protection. Misaki, I can trust not to turn her into a demon, but I can’t say the same for the other demons in Bordertown.”