One who Samus’ gaze fell onto was Minerva, former princess of Macedon who stood on the balcony away from much of the party. Looking at her, aside from the gown, one would not be able to tell she was a cleric. It wasn’t just her build, which was clearly hardened from years of battle and trainining, but her regal demeanor, how she had far more presence in the way she carried herself. She was just so fierce with blazing red hair and matching eyes and a domineering look in her eyes. Oh, Samus just had to have Minerva in her roster.
“Alright, everyone, I think it’s about time we get started.” Samus looked for the treat most suited for a fiery wyvern lord.
“Oh, I’ve been itching for it for some time.” Medusa growled, her own eyes drifting from one prospect to the next.
“I think I’m going to go for the group deal.” Rosalina’s had her vibrators set to minimum, but now that she had parted ways with her little Marth she needed another cutie to help occupy her.
“Remember, just like in Tellius, do it one on one unless you want to give away the game. Have fun!”
Samus made her way over to the balcony, all the way eyeing the different prospects she was going to recruit. So many to choose!
“Not one for the crowds?” She asked Minerva who finally noticed the bounty hunter.
“I just needed some time away. My sister is far better with people than I. Lady…Samus, was it?”
“Just Samus, I’ve no title.”
“I as well.” She moved aside, Samus standing next to her. “The king has told me much about you. From what he’s said, you sound like some sort of sorceress, using an armor that conjures from thin air and smiting people with bolts of light.”
“How poetic, though not wrong.”
The two of them walked down to the gardens, away from the hustle and bustle of the party. Samus asked of Minerva’s tales of battle, but she was quick to downplay her accomplishments.
“Martial prowess apparently means little when trying to lead. Perhaps if I had more skill in diplomacy I wouldn’t have been driven from my seat.”
“Sounds to me like you had to deal with a bunch of assholes who wanted their beloved savior back. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Be that as it may, it’s best we have a united front, hence why we have the new king.”
“And I think you need a little treat, especially for you.” Samus finally handed Minerva the box she’d been holding.
The redheaded cleric saw a confectionary inside, one that looked like rolled wafers. Simple, just the way she liked it. Minerva nodded her head in thanks to Samus before taking a bite of one. Sweet, but not overbearing and with a hint of lemon. She was just going to sample the treat, but she felt compelled to keep eating. It was just so good, addicting! A smile crept across Samus’ lips as the changes occurred.
They were far subtler than most of the transformations that had been initiated over the course of Samus’ journey. While Minerva’s curves and bosom swelled and her habit clung more tightly to emphasize them, they weren’t anywhere near as dramatic as Rosalina turning into a MILF or Lucina becoming a theatrical goth. At least from what could be seen.
Underneath Minerva’s habit things were different. Her demure, conservative leggings shifted into sheer hose and her boots gained a few inches of heel so her new apple backside could sway with her steps. Over her torso straps of red leather connected by metal rings began to wrap around her, clinging to her, identifying her as a baser woman than the cleric that was on the surface. They rode against her damp cunt, but left her breasts uncovered. Black leather gloves formed on her arms and her bondage leotard finalized as studded choker wrapped around her throat.
The red dragoon licked her lips clean, getting every last crumb of the Nun Neula Samus had gifted to her. While her physical form had changed, the transformation to her mind was even greater. Previously far too disinterested to even take a thought to sex, suddenly her mind was filled with thoughts of depravity.
Minerva wanted to find the nearest, big-dicked stud and fuck his brains out. She wanted to ride him as she offered prayers to goddesses and spirits of love, fertility, anything even remotely related to sex. That would be her way to offer service to the divine. She was a priestess of sex and she would spread its message in the only way possible: by fucking every one who have her.
“So, Minerva, how’s about we go liven this shindig up?” Samus offered her hand to the newly-minted priestess of copulation.
“Please, I do believe I have some gospels to spread.” They went arm in arm, Minerva occasionally groping Samus’ butt or getting a feel of those stupendous melons. She was a servant of the gods, one who would let Archanea know the joys of fucking.
Meanwhile,…
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