Lost in Translation - Next Phase

Story by xenume

This is the sequel to my early story 'Lost in Translation' so I recommend you read that one first. There's a link to it in my signature.

As before this story contains heavy impregnation and incest themes, also birth. There's also some self-impregnation this time.

Comments are appreciated and inspire me to continue writing.

Chapter 1

Pale sunlight filtered through the impressive stained-glass windows casting colourful patterns upon the altar. A young woman, possibly still in her teens, knelt in prayer at the place of worship. Braided auburn hair framed her freckled face and when she at last opened her eyes they were revealed to be an icy blue. Looking up at the statue upon the altar her brow furrowed for a moment. She had come to pray with the intention of clearing her mind. Thoughts that she considered impure were flowing through her head with increasing frequency. It was something that caused her great concern, especially considering her position.

However, no matter how much she tried prayer and fasting the thoughts would not fade. Rising to her feet she turned to leave the chapel in resignation. At that moment the grand doors opened and a trio of giggling young girls entered. Their laughter soon came to a halt as they caught sight of the auburn-haired woman in her impressive silver armour. Almost in perfect unison they gave gasps of equal surprise and awe.

“Lady Elaine…” breathed one of them. Giving the three young girls a hard stare the female knight silently strode towards them. Though each of them wore the outfit of a priestess in training, meant to conceal as much bare skin as possible, their developing curves could clearly be seen. Their faces shone with innocent wonderment as they stared at Elaine as if she were a saint.

Without pause, the female knight walked right by them and out of the open doors. As they closed behind her the three young girls gave a sigh of admiration.

“I can’t believe we saw Lady Elaine!” cried one of the girls excitedly.

“I know!” another squealed in delight, “She was so cool!” Unbeknownst to them, on the other side of the doors the object of their enthrallment was listening raptly. Her façade had broken the instant Elaine had left the room. A deep blush coloured her face, which was now cupped in her palms. If the girls could see her now they would probably have quite a different opinion of her. So cute! Young girls are so small and delicate! She just wanted to gather them up in her arms and give them a loving embrace. Such were the thoughts racing through the holy knight Elaine’s mind. They were the exact same thoughts she had been troubled over.

After taking a moment to collect herself she finally began walking again. Now that she had recovered from her little episode shame enveloped her mind. The youth of the Order saw her as a symbol of authority and respect. Especially the female ones, as her position was the highest a woman could obtain in the Order. It wouldn’t do for them to discover that she had a weakness for cute young girls. Trying to clear her mind again after the wasted prayer session she began to take confident strides towards her next destination. Anyone who saw her now would only behold a dedicated knight of the Order, oblivious of her true colours.

Elaine had been summoned by the high priest, a great honour. Doubtless it was to be given an important assignment. That was why she had wanted a pure conscience upon meeting with him. Unfortunately that was a lost cause now as she had to fight to keep images of giggling girls prancing around in their undergarments out of her head. Coming before the decorated ivory doors that led into the high priest’s chambers she nervously adjusted her auburn hair. She had only met with him a few times prior and it was always an anxious experience. After gathering her courage she raised a gauntleted fist to knock on the impressive doors.

No vocal reply was given, but instead the doors swung open slowly. Silent servants of the high priest bade her to enter with gestures. Eerie silence hung about the pristine white room like an oppressive mist. Swallowing, Elaine entered the high priest’s chambers while trying not to let her nervousness show.

“You summoned me Your Grace?” she spoke after kneeling before the robed figure. He sat upon a large throne, as white as everything else in the room, and wore a strange garment that covered his entire body. Even his face was not visible, though he could presumably still see through from the other side. Golden chains weaved around his body as if they were a harness and they made a musical tinkling sound as he moved. His response was to raise his arm, gesturing for the young knight to rise.

As she did so one of his servants appeared at his side and bent their head. Though Elaine couldn’t hear a single murmur, nor did the high priest move at all, he must have been relaying his instructions to the servant. Eventually he lifted his head and spoke.

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