Aire's face parts in a seam at the top of her head and rolls downward, leaving Christa's unconscious head in view. The oddness of that is enough to wake Christa, and she looks blearily out at the room before Aire's whispers to her lull her into happily taking in the field of naked flesh in front of her. The appearance left behind is one of Christa wearing a ruffled, pink collar that a pair of tentacles emerge from to disappear into her ears.

Tentacles emerge from Aire's back, long enough to curl around Aire's arms and legs and caress her body, and plentiful enough for Aire to still have several left over waving behind her. Seams open up in her skin revealing something of her internal tentacled flesh and Christa beneath. They move from the tops of her fingers and toes up and inward until meeting at her stomach, where they ripple closed again.

As the closer women crawl towards Aire, they are effected more and more by her lust aura, tickling at their thoughts, pushing their questions and concerns about most things further from their minds, and making the question of whether it's okay to touch Aire's cock more and more important with every passing moment.

Aire rolls herself back up over Christa's face and says, "I do believe that should be proof enough. Or do you require more convincing?"

A living skinsuit. Incredible...

Jasmine throws her head back and cums, expelling another parasite from her puffy pink pussy. It takes her a few moments to gather her wits again, but she does.

"The Unity has been found!" Jasmine announces gladly as she pants with pleasure. "This is a sign, my believers. A sign. The faithful have been rewarded! Our chapter of the Black Eyes may now reach closer to salvation than ever before!"

The various women of the cult cheer and drop to the floor, bowing their heads to the ground and moaning praises. Like a worshipful kowtow but with more ass. Even Rele drops to one knee, saluting like a knight.

"All hail the Unity!"

All these cultists, hailing her. All the possibilities that that implies. Aire feels almost drunk on it.

She smiles. 

Yes, this rather does imply a lot of possibilities, doesn't it.

Eventually, the bowing and scraping is deemed sufficient, as the initial fervor dies down.

The faithful want to know how Aire would like to be addressed, and how they might please her, and how they might serve her.

Well, if they insist, Mistress relatively informally or more formally Your Divinity both seem appropriate. 

Aire recalls how Rele took her by force and attempted to incapacitate her with pleasure. She remembers its statement that it must obey only those orders which do not risk her safety. She does not have willing slaves in this cult. She is not certain where they fall on the spectrum between slave and well-intentioned wardens of her person, but from Rele's actions thus far she fears they fall uncomfortably close to the far side of it.

If the faithful wish to serve her they may do so by providing her with information. By what methods would one such as Aire be discovered? She has been following her host's schedule in her guise, with some alterations to use her own abilities to entrance additional allies to come to her protection. How would this backfire, if it did?

She intends to wait for those under the effects of her lust aura to her to beg before she allows them to pleasure her.

It doesn't escape Jasmine's notice that Aire is refusing to give her name.

Among the faithful, though, it doesn't take long for the begging to begin. "Please let us please you, please let us serve you! Anything you want!"

"If your host is unworthy, take one of us!" a particularly eager young woman offers.

Jasmine is the one who answers Aire's questions. She explains that, while Aire's mental shields are impressive, they're not hidden. Any sufficiently skilled telepath who bothered to look would be able to discern the presence of two minds within 'Christa', even if one is unreadable. There are also rare talents for sensing corruption directly, and Aire has more than any ordinary Sister of the Collegiate would plausibly have. Aire is also vulnerable to Truesight, obviously. Also, if Aire's host ever needed fleshcrafting of any kind the fleshcrafter would surely notice.

Not drawing attention in the first place was indeed wise. Aire's host is an unremarkable person with little in the way of innate suspiciousness. Subverting her hosts acquaintances is merely the same general risk, but why take that risk when Aire now has an entire cult of willing servants who can appreciate her for what she is?

If the faithful desire, they may serve her divine phallus with their mouths.

Aire thanks Jasmine for the information. Telepathically through Christa, she whispers to Jasmine her name. It is not secret from her, she merely wishes it not to be too widely spread. Her host knows it and Christa's thoughts are not, as yet, shielded, although they do tend to be very well-behaved despite that. It would be unfortunate for Aire's name to slip past the bounds of the cult, and someone to recall it from Christa's thoughts. Unlikely as that eventuality may be, she has just learned she has spent her time in Arcadia insufficiently cautious, and is attempting to correct for that.

Privately, she considers Jasmine's question on risk. The primary reason she'd want to take that risk is because it's fun, and, given her multiple bodies and ability to simply teleport hundreds of miles away at a moment's notice, much less hazardous than it appears. She doesn't explain that, of course. Not least because then they'd know about her two trump cards. Christa's below average telepathic strength was enough for her to read some oddities off the thoughts of a few of the cult's junior members, and her abilities getting out would be even worse than her name.

Before she makes any decisions about whether or not to push for freedom, she needs more information.

What does Jasmine know about the other cults active in and around Library Gemini?

The panting parasite-infected faithful will eagerly lavish Aire's cock with attention! The flesh of the divine sometimes looks gross but that's never stopped any of them before!

"...other cults? We... have heard unconfirmed rumors of demon-worship, but the Black Eyes are deep in the roots of this city. If we have competition, we don't know about it."

Jasmine casually pulls one of her support harem's heads down to her splayed crotch. The woman instantly and eagerly starts eating her out.

"Al-Although. Our presence in Library Gemini is minimal. We prefer our faithful to be proven before they may h-have the truth revealed to them, certain daughters of certain of our members notwithstanding."

Once they're close enough to breathe in Aire's pheromones, those pheromones get to work persuading them that no, no, of course Aire's cock doesn't look gross. It's not one of those profane penises, it is a divine phallus. It only makes sense that it wouldn't be gross. See how lovely it smells, how lovely it tastes? It couldn't possibly be gross. Her pheromones are only so capable, and there's only so far they can push, but even the most opposed should find their disgust lessening, even if it doesn't vanish completely. And as for the less opposed, well, they'll rather find themselves glad that Aire has a cock.

Apparently the Black Eyes know nothing about any other cults. Aire knows about two. From four days wandering around with relatively weak telepathic powers. Her opinion of this cult's competence is rapidly falling.

Now the question is whether to inform them. Can she trust them? Not in their intentions that she stay alive, that much is very obvious. No, can she trust their competence, their ability to use that in ways that aren't obviously counterproductive. They consider "genderfreaks" profane, an already laughably stupid opinion, would they launch an idiotic and plausibly suicidal assault on Lavich for the crime of having cocks? Well, there's a relatively decent way to sound out the competence of their leader.

Again, telepathically, using her mastery of her shields to let through her honest curiosity but not that she thinks there's an obvious right answer to the question, she talks to Jasmine. 

How do the doctrines of the Black Eyes balance the need for my safety with my divine nature? Were I to say that I believed my safety was best ensured by, as Christa, quietly withdrawing from classes and explaining to acquaintances and friends that a family matter requiring my urgent attention had arisen, what would your response be?

There. She does, in fact, think that that's the safest way to go about things if she withdraws from society. It doesn't risk Annabelle, Alard or any more dangerous figures taking too much of an interest in things. But it does require more short-term danger. Can they look past that? Of course, there's also the possibility they'll have some additional solution to the problem, perhaps including usage of illusion magic to impersonate Christa, but that too will be evidence about their competence. 

The faithful servicing Aire's cock are quiet capable of getting there on their own but the pheromones certainly help.

"While it is true that I am invested with some power to interpret doctrine, it is not my place to decide what is safe for you. That honor is Rele's, as our chapter's lesser but senior divine sliver."

Jasmine's thoughts slide in a direction she tries to conceal... then she stops and openly projects the thought: After all, it's true that Jasmine's chapter is the one that was competent enough to notice Aire in the first place, where the others did not. It is true that Jasmine's faithful are more sincere in their faith than either of the other Arcadian chapters. It is true that Aire can trust them more than the other sects of Black Eyes who might try to lure her into their camps. Keeping Aire in Jasmine's chapter would benefit them both.

There is one sticking point, though. Rele tells me that you hide from your host. Even now you keep her asleep rather than let her be aware of this. Tell me, are you particularly attached to the girl?

Is she?

She's valuable, her telepathy giving Aire an extra tool, without which she would have been blind. She's easy to control. She's loyal; even if separated from Aire, she would not betray her. Not unless Aire does some substantially worse things, ethically speaking, than she has so far. And most importantly, she's just about perfectly mentally configured for what Aire wants to do to her, throwing herself headlong into pleasure and bouncing back from it surprisingly quickly.

She is the perfect loyal toy. I would be loathe to give her up. And beyond that she is useful. It is her mind I am speaking through right now, and she has just enough awareness to send and receive telepathic information, but not enough to understand it herself. At the moment she's in a fugue state both because she's very exhausted from her day and the repeated orgasms that took place during Rele's retrieval of my person, and because her mind is regrettably unshielded. Once she's more recovered and I know for certain I will not have to risk others reading the information out of her mind, I will explain.

She does not know how much of that was true before she decided it was just before she began speaking. And she does not know why she felt such a powerful sense of reluctance at the thought of giving up Christa. But everything she said was true. 

Jasmine nods as regally as she can with a horny young woman slurping at her pussy.

"It complicates matters, that your host is not one of us, but if she is as loyal as you say, then perhaps we will be able to work around that."

Mother Superior, we are concerned that other eyes are already upon Christa. The giant eyeball swivels onto Aire. What have you seen, Mistress?

Is she more worried about not informing this cult about Lavich, or about Lavich deciding she feels vengeful about it if she does? Well, Rele is apparently about as scary as this cell of the Black Eyes gets, and Aire is confident in her ability to escape from her if Rele isn't within immediate view. On the other hand, she isn't entirely confident Lavich doesn't have some way to destroy her soul. And she doesn't think Lavich is particularly interested beyond finding Christa fun to toy with. No, telling this cult only to have them decide they know better than her before attacking Lavich seems like the most likely outcome of giving them the information, and the most likely outcome of not is nothing at all.

Well, if they're as committed to Aire's safety as they say they are, they probably won't even blame her for keeping Lavich's secrets.

Hints of a tentacle cult through Christa's telepathy, although no suggestion that it was large or organized enough to be considered competition rather than simply an oddity some small number of individuals were participating in. Vague hints where one person thought of another who had hinted vaguely at being hinted at in turn of demon worship.

The massive eyeball nods, and says nothing more. She merely bows to Aire before striding off toward one of the girlpiles in the corner of the room, tentacles caressing flesh as she seems to speak with one of the young women there.

Jasmine is also satisfied with Aire's answer, for the moment. In her thoughts it is clear that Aire is welcome to partake of anyone or anything in the orgy chamber, including Jasmine herself. To relax and make herself at home. She also says this aloud.

Well, the obvious things out of the way, Aire's mind turns, as it always does, to her favorite thing. 

Aire allows herself to ejaculate onto and into those who are worshipping at her cock, and then, while they lap up her cum and begin to suck her towards another orgasm, she moves on to the next order of business.

Aire thinks she would like to allow more members of the cult to partake in the Unity. Jasmine, as the Mother Superior, has right of first refusal.

Christa will need to be taken care of while Aire is away from her. She will be tired, and perhaps confused, but if someone is willing to pleasure her gently she will relax into being cared for. When Aire is finished with her revelry, she will return to Christa as her host.

Jasmine sends a pair of girls from a different corner of the room over to receive and hold and cuddle and take care of Christa while Aire is blessing the faithful.

Jasmine is hungry at the prospect of being inside Aire. Of cumming her brains out and losing herself to pleasure in a way that is worthy of awe rather than merely undignified. Also honored, the thought slightly belated.

But it is ultimately up to Aire's whim. All of this nubile flesh and sapphic lust is Aire's to play with as she pleases.

She wants to start with their leader. 

So she does. 

Aire's flesh feels good as it stretches over Jasmine's. And then, Jasmine is standing there in someone else's body, the air ghosting past her skin enough to make her shiver with pleasure.

And her new cock emerges from its sheathe on its own, entirely without her input. Just that feels good, driving a spike of lust into her thoughts, a spike that's accompanied by thoughts of using her new cock. Suddenly every mouth is something that could be wrapped around her cock, every pussy something she could thrust into, every pair of breasts something she could spray her cum onto.

She has control of their body, to use as she sees fit.

Jasmine's mind is strong. She has nothing to fear from throwing herself headfirst into pleasure as much as she wills.

So Jasmine reaches down to wrap her hand around her new cock and squeeze.

Ooh.

That feels.

Better than she's used to.

She grabs the girl who had been licking her out a bit ago and guides her lips to her cockhead.

It feels so good. Better than she remembers from her Pseudo Penis, before she merged with a Moulder. She thrusts forward as her cock slips into and then further and further down the girl's throat.

It's only a few dozen thrusts before she's cumming down the girl's throat. The orgasm hits her mind like a hammer, good enough to be the best she's ever felt. She keeps her cock inserted to the root as it pulses and twitches in spurting orgasm. And it keeps going. And going. And going. 

Finally, it ends.

In the aftermath, there is only one thought in her mind.

More.

And for a time she luxuriates in the fact that there's always another mouth to wrap around her cock.

But eventually that stops feeling like enough, and then her ever-building desire for more triggers her to take all those girls who just sucked her off, bend them over, and fuck their pussies full of cum one by one. Some have parasites of various kinds altering the experience, and the last has a Pseudo Penis. She fucks that one's ass instead. And it's tight, and good, and different enough that that wakes a hunger in her, and she goes back to all of the others to fuck their asses too.

But then, after all of that, she's left standing there, still wanting more.

And then she remembers Rele. Rele, with her tentacle pussy that always felt so good. She wants to feel that. She needs it.

But Rele isn't there. She wants that, she needs it, and she can't have it. 

She looks around to find another pussy. It isn't as nice. It isn't what she wants.

And it isn't enough, it's nowhere near enough.

She learns that if she thrusts just right she can make sure her orgasm lasts as long as she wants. And then if she's quick enough, she can keep her orgasm going with her hands while she finds the next hole to fuck full of cum. Her orgasm goes on, and on, and on until the pleasure becomes too much and she falls, not unconscious, but temporarily insensate.

She is not satisfied, not fully, but it does, finally, feel like enough.

And Aire finds a new host. This time, the first worshipper of her cock, the one who seemed to enjoy it the most.

The Mother Superior already fucked her. She's already slick with cum and sweat as Mistress flows over her.

And then she's standing just where she once was, in a new body. A delightfully sensitive body.

So sensitive that, even before her cock releases itself from its sheathe, she's already feeling needy, just from occupying it.

And once her cock is out, the new sensation is overwhelming. She's never had a Pseudo Penis. The feeling is entirely new to her. Her lust overflows, and she frantically strokes herself, too distracted by the sensations to do anything so complex and requiring as many individual steps as getting someone to help her with it. 

And then one of the other cultists who spent their time worshipping Mistress's divine phallus is there, and her tongue is lapping against her cockhead, and she's cumming. 

More of the cultists crowd close and join in on the licking. Her orgasm keeps going. Every time she thinks it might taper off, a tongue gently swirls around her cockhead, or a cultist asks her to bless them with her divine seed, and it just doesn't stop. Of course this is a divine phallus and not a penis. She knew already but now she understands in her bones. Only something divine could feel this good.

The extraordinary pleasure of her orgasm leaves her tired when finally it ends. She falls into a deep, restful sleep inside Mistress's cradling divinity.

As Aire frees herself from her latest hosts and moves off to find another, the cultists who were just lapping up her cum off her cock almost immediately fall into a tangle of limbs as their need to pleasure themselves and each-other stops battling with their need to serve their mistress.

And Aire has an idea.

She flows onto one of them. Suddenly finding herself with a cock, the cultist does the obvious thing and grabs for one of her compatriots. Her target spreads her legs obligingly for her, and soon she's thrusting herself to blissful orgasm.

Just after that finishes, Aire moves on to another cultist. And another after that. Until every cultist in that pile has gotten a turn with Aire. Even after Aire's finished and moves on, the group of them is still lovingly entangled, a veritable nest of limbs as they all work to ensure they're all enjoying themselves.

Aire moves on to another potential host, this one clearly lowly placed and new to the cult by her youth. She’s in the middle of pleasuring another cultist who looks to be a few years her senior when Aire makes her offer. She rolls up and off the woman she’s licking until she’s leaning back against an unoccupied corner of cushions. She accepts, and before she can move from her position, Aire is upon her, her form subsumed by Aire's, her body within pleasured and her mind assaulted by Aire's Seals and telepathic tentacles.

She’s so excited when Mistress offers to let her participate in the Unity. Her! So new to the cult, so lowly placed! When she’s finished flowing into her new form, she’s leaning back and reclining among cushions.

Huh. She. She feels different. Good. Like she’s on top of the world. She’s. She’s part of the Unity, right now. She’s important, right now. If she asks, people will do what she says. It feels good. So good. So. Fucking. Good.

Her cock slips from its sheathe and she ejaculates. Spurt after spurt of ejaculate shoots out over her body, much of it with enough force to arc over her head or strike her face. When a rope of Mistress’s divine seed strikes her lips, her tongue darts out to lick it up.

It tastes good, like a mix between sweet berries and cream. She gathers it up from where it strikes her body with her hands and then licks them clean. Her ongoing ejaculation gets better with every lick. It’s a beautiful cycle. She licks and she spurts and then she has more to lick up.

More. More. Always more. More pleasure. More spurting.

Nobody could possibly blame her or look down on her for being overcome by Mistress’s divine nature. It’s only to be expected, for one as new to the cult as her.

She can cum as much as she wants.

So she does.