For my next project for TiTS, I'm writing a Halloween expansion for Lorelei! In it, she overhauls her home into a church and shifts her suit into a nun's habit. She is the first and most experienced practitioner of Leielorism, a religion that deals with inner demons via... outer methods.
Public doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1R1IxzD8aWBoCuv6GCosXnP7Lur0QX0ayw_m17scAuJQ/edit?usp=sharing
Patreon doc: https://www.patreon.com/posts/41333175
This is going to be a shorter submission, and I'm getting started on it now because my scheduling is going to be spread very thin because of some commitments I have lined up. All updates to this content will be to the Patreon document. Because this isn't a commission, like Lorelei's base document, I have to put her behind the $5 tier rather than make her free.
Public doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1R1IxzD8aWBoCuv6GCosXnP7Lur0QX0ayw_m17scAuJQ/edit?usp=sharing
Patreon doc: https://www.patreon.com/posts/41333175
This is going to be a shorter submission, and I'm getting started on it now because my scheduling is going to be spread very thin because of some commitments I have lined up. All updates to this content will be to the Patreon document. Because this isn't a commission, like Lorelei's base document, I have to put her behind the $5 tier rather than make her free.
“{First time:Welcome to the Church of–” she says, then stops, her eyes going wide for a moment. She forgot to give her religion a name. After a brief stutter, she, thinking on her feet, continues. “}Welcome to the Church of Leielor, child,” she says soothingly, bringing her other hand up to gently hold onto yours. “Here, you’ll find protection from the evils of the outside world and those that would abide by the Taint’s influences – and you’ll find that your every want and need will be accounted for and accommodated.” She steps forward, introducing herself into your personal space. She brings both her hands up, your own still trapped between them, and she places all three hands onto her left breast, a little lower than her heart, sinking your hand into the cloth of her habit and into the warm, supple flesh of her boob. “Many times over, in fact.”
You introduce yourself and ask her what you should refer to her as. As your senior in the religion of Leielorism, you’d like to know if there is any title that you should be using to address her.
“I am known as Lorelei, and The Church of Leielor is flexible in many ways,” she says, her tongue snaking out to wet her lips, “as you will soon discover, child. There is no set hierarchy of practitioners and their titles therein. There is only the practice itself.”
She lowers her gaze and smiles, taking on a far more playful expression. “That said, if you have a title for me in mind, I would happily adopt it for you.”
In that case, it seems only appropriate to refer to her as –
[=(Nothing)=][=Sister=][=Mother=][=Mommy=]
// I will use the custom parser [nun.title] for whichever one the player chooses.
[=(Nothing)=]
// Tooltip: While it may break the immersion a little bit, it may be better to keep the titles out of the roleplay. You wouldn’t want to accidentally yell something you shouldn’t in the heat of the moment.
[=Sister=]
// Tooltip: The title of ‘sister’ is mostly to denote that the woman has taken her religious vows, and is the most common of the formal terms. Referring to her as ‘sister Lorelei’ would keep up appearances without going too hard into it – and, well, the ‘sisterly’ implications would be rather sinful, adding to the fun.
[=Mother=]
// Tooltip: The title of ‘mother’ is normally reserved for the sister nun in charge of an order, congregation, convent, or house. As Lorelei is the founder of Leielorism and you are, indeed, in her house, referring to her as ‘mother’ would be accurate – and rather naughty, considering where this is about to go.
[=Mommy=]
// Tooltip: While referring to her as your ‘sister’ or your ‘mother’ may be appropriate for the roleplay, you both know how this is going to end. Why not kick things up a notch and make this religion <i>interesting?</i>
{Nothing:– her own name. If there are no hierarchies, and the reigning deity of Leielorism sees all as equal, then it’s only right to refer to Lorelei as such.
She smiles warmly at your decision. “If that is what you’d like,” she responds, “but I’m still going to refer to you as my ‘child.’ You may be my equal in the eyes of our matron, but you are still newer to the faith than I am.”
Seems like a fair trade to you.}
{Sister:– as your sister. The title of ‘sister’ among the faithful is a common way to denote who among them has given their vows. Surely, as a practitioner of the faith of Leielor, she would prefer to be referred to as such.
“If that is indeed your preference, my child,” she says, smiling warmly at you. “You are correct, as far as titles go. And as the first tenant of the church of Leielor, it is my duty to,” she winces, pausing to lick her bottom lip, “introduce you to all the <b>sisterly acts</b> a disciple of the faith can be expected to <b>perform.</b>}
{Mother:– as your mother. The title of ‘mother’ among the faithful is meant for the <i>more experienced</i> sisters of a faith: the ones that are in charge of a particular convent or sect. As she’s the more experienced practitioner of the faith or Leielor, it’s only right that you refer to her as a befitting title.
Lorelei bites into her lower lip, and her eyes drag across your body for a moment before remembering her duties. “Yes, of course,” she says, her breath coming out low and haggard, as if she had just come in from a jog. “If you would rather refer to me as your mother, that would… that would be agreeable with me, my child.”
Your hand is still at her chest. You’re pretty sure you can feel her nipple poke through the fabric of her habit.}
{Mommy:– as your mommy. Normally, the title of ‘mother’ is preferred for the nuns in charge of a sect… but you’re in a holy, comforting place, and you would feel more comfortable if you referred to her as your mommy. Particularly during all the <i>practices</i> your sure the <i>faith</i> is about to put you through.
Lorelei’s hips jerk slightly, and she takes a long, deep inhale through her nose as she bites into her lower lip. “Fuck, that’s hot,” she groans out, maybe a little louder than she meant. “Yeah,” she continues after a moment, “you can call me your mommy if you want, baby. I mean, my child.”
Your hand is still at her chest. Not only are both of her nipples tenting through the fabric, she’s also having a hard time not grinding her hips together.}
The Patreon doc already comes with two sex scenes for your perusal. I hope you enjoy!She drags you towards to altar at the end of the carpet, standing in front of it and facing the pews. “<b>You,</b>” she says salaciously, her voice dropping an octave, “are going to get on {your knees}{the floor}, and you will begin <b>‘praying’</b> to the matron of Leielor. If you ‘pray’ well enough, then our matron Leielor will convene through me to sing us the song of her splendor.”
Once you look down, you spot a wide seam that wasn’t there before split from the waist of her habit all the way down to the bottom of the dress, splitting it in two. The fabric parts slightly, showing off the milky-chocolate of her wide thighs. She isn’t wearing a single thing underneath that habit. The gleam of her diamond clitoral piercing gleams in the faded light of the room.
You ask [nun.title] Lorelei when it’ll be your turn to sing to Leielor as you sink down. “Good things come to those who wait, my child,” she promises.
The dress parts slightly once you hit the floor, showing you to the dark petals of her dripping pussy; her flavors drip down the inside of her thighs as she eagerly awaits your ‘prayer.’
But the sight begets the question of just which part of Lorelei you’d like to pray to….
[=Her Pussy=][=Her Ass=][=Her Cock=]