Aphrodisiac cum works a lot better on beings that aren't already made of corruption and lust.

One of the tentacles holding onto Aire wraps around her cock and starts stroking, aiming the cum onto the pair of breasts Aire can still feel. The psychic orgasm-drill still boring through Aire's shielding up-shifts to an even greater intensity as the aphrodisiac amplifies the drill's source.

Oh, that's how her captor is producing that telepathic scream of pleasure. That takes this from a purely physically pleasurable situation to one where Aire is suddenly, rather unexpectedly, doing her favorite thing in the world.

Her orgasms hit harder, are more satisfying, when she knows that with each spurt of cum she's driving some girl further and further into an uncontrollable irresistible unending orgasm. She feels a powerful urge to just wallow in the pleasure she's helping to inflict.

She controls herself. Pleasant as this is, she still needs to be paying attention to her surroundings.

Truly, Aire is their paragon.

As rooftops blur by, the buildings get taller, rather than shorter. Wherever they're going, it is deeper in the city, not outside of it.

Suddenly they're inside. A gate slams shut.

They stop, and her abductor sets Aire on her feet, though instead of releasing her that tentacle continues stroking her cock while the hands start molesting Aire's breasts.

The shadows part.

In front of Aire stands a set of fleshy Living Clothes, heavily mutated and integrated with parasites. A heavy, fleshy helm with four tapering tentacles growing off it, covering the woman underneath from the clavicle upward, with that single monstrous eye staring out of the center of the head. Fleshy frills decorate the host-woman's torso, resembling a set of crotchless, chestless lingerie. The hosts cum-soaked breasts are bare, along with her ass. The strands of frill on either side of the host's pussy meet at her anus, and go in rather than continuing up between her buttcheeks.

Fleshy tendrils ripple just inside the host's vagina, peeking out as the woman's vulva pulsates and quivers like a rapidly-beating heart.

Through the bars of the now-locked gate, Aire can see the Temple of Light in the distance. This is a part of the city she's never seen before, but they're high up inside what has to be one of Arcadia's tallest buildings.

Well, that sight is enough to persuade Aire that this figure is approximately who they present themselves to be.

I dearly hope that that trainee dragoon will simply think that my host became embarrassed and ran home. If not, you may have potentially ruined my attempt to turn him and his mount to my side.

Accompanying the thought in words are bursts of pure information. The existence of her pheromones. That they would effect both Alard and Yui. That they would have the effect of ensuring that either the boy or the dragon would find themselves obedient to her wishes and leaping to her defense in the aftermath of all that pleasure. How easy it would be to maintain that state merely by pleasuring them occasionally. And the risk if they awaken without her there, have enough time to come out of the fugue without her there to guide their thoughts, and come to some unfortunate realizations.

Well, they have time. As long as she can be returned before dawn, things shouldn't go have time to go poorly.

You are a fool. Sadness, disappointment, horror on Aire's behalf.

The pressure of the psychic attack abates, though the connection is still open, still sharing the pleasure of the host while no longer forcing it through Aire's shields.

The boy is watched. If we had not slain the spy, your tryst would already be known to the Lord-Commander of the Dragoons.

Wait, why didn't she feel anything through Christa's tele- ah. Of course the more powerful would have ways of hiding from that, even this one here could have managed it if they hadn't been watching her.

Still, she's relatively sure that slaying the spy is an obviously incorrect move, and one that on it's own indicates more and worse things than a girl fucking a boy and a dragon. It indicates that there are hostile eyes on the boy's surroundings, rather than merely the lascivious influence of a moderately corrupted student of the Collegiate. But perhaps the figure did not have the means to do anything more delicate than murder, and there's some reason that something worse than Alard being told not to see Christa again would have ensued. She is missing rather a lot of information, after all.

Perhaps she shouldn't have relied on Christa and Annabelle's thoughts and Lavich's actions to calibrate her sense of danger in this society? In retrospect that seems obvious, Christa and Annabelle were already demonstrated not particularly knowledgeable simply via all the strangeness that they'd missed, and for all that Lavich's magic and self-control while under Aire's lust aura were impressive, that does not necessarily mean she wasn't making incredibly risky decisions.

Actually, she can simply ask. For all that this thing has been irritatingly impolite, it has done nothing but attempt to help her so far. 

What would the consequences of that have been? I find myself rather bereft of knowledge, and it seems misled on the nature of the society I find myself in.

This gets a bow, that massive piercing eye briefly blinking.

The full details of the game that the Lord-Commander is playing are not known to us, but it is likely that your divine nature would be discovered by even cursory investigation. It is likely you would be blackmailed into hurting the boy somehow, and then summarily executed for the crime of existing even if you cooperated. Your host as well, to tie loose ends.

Well, that's rather more severe than she guessed from Lavich's decision to fuck Christa silly without even bothering to worry about her unshielded mind. She'd been working under the impression that Lavich was risking something commensurate with that level of caution. Or perhaps she's simply so powerful that she doesn't need to worry about such things? Her magic was quite impressive. It might take Aire most of a century to catch up with her.

She'd survive her "execution" of course. Her secondary body is far outside the Dragon Empire at this point, and has the capability to be farther away still if required at a moment's notice. And she could likely simply use her portal magic to escape having to endure the death of one her bodies at all. But perhaps she wouldn't be able to escape quickly enough; this figure certainly grabbed her quickly, moving far quicker than Aire even believed possible. And perhaps there are methods used to kill beings like her that ensure they cannot escape death by having multiple bodies.

Then you have my thanks. I was unaware of the danger I was in, or that anyone was particularly invested in the boy for himself, rather than just for his mount.

That's certainly what Alard's thoughts about being thrown a dragon egg and left to his own devices implied. The Lord-Commander is either doing something very clever or something very stupid by leaving someone he's so invested in with so little support, and she really doesn't know which. It did mean she had absolutely no idea the boy was someone worth targeting for anything besides Yui despite reading his mind. Well, point one for clever.

It's probably both.

You must be preserved. You are our pinnacle. The divine Unity.

The tentacle stroking Aire's cock releases her, and the host-woman's hands pull away from Aire's breasts.

Come. The faithful await you, and the Mother Superior must be informed of your presence.

And Aire follows. This is apparently a rather large organization, which, she supposes, is all for the good, if they genuinely are on her side.

She decides against asking this thing more questions as she follows. Odds are the Mother Superior would be better at explaining anyway.

Inside Aire, Christa, who had been woken up by that lovely orgasm, falls back asleep.

There is a heavy trapdoor. It leads to a narrow spiral staircase surrounded by stone and lit by a series of bare lightbulbs.

The spiraling stairs pass door after door, all tightly shut. After descending a considerable distance, far enough that they're probably underground, Aire's guide stops at a bare patch of stone wall. She runs her (host's) finger along the seam between two stones, and then presses hard. There is the click-thunk of a mechanism, and a section of wall slides inward, revealing a secret door.

You may address the Mother Superior by her personal name, Jasmine. I am called Rele. If you wish to know the names of any of the faithful, you need merely ask.

Stepping through the secret door leads to a shallow downward staircase that descends only half a story before leveling off and terminating in a grand windowless chamber lit by chandeliers and sumptuously appointed with silken curtains and finely crafted leather furniture. Moans fill the cavernous space, dozens of naked feminine bodies writhing together in every imaginable configuration, bare skin and slick flesh adorned and complimented by wriggling tentacle parasites of many varieties.

In the center of the chamber is a bathing pool. It's waters, cloudy white and churning as sinuous things swim within. Suspended above the pool is something like a throne, with a beautiful thicc-figured woman sitting upon it, her legs spread obscenely wide to rest on the throne's stirrups. She is surrounded by a half-dozen naked beauties, stroking and fondling her body as they stand around her in the turbulent pool, moaning as various tentacles rise from the water between their thighs to invade their holes.

Jasmine herself has her eyes closed in bliss as a pair of star-shaped parasites with an open hole in their center grip and squeeze each of her breasts in alternating rhythm, spraying milk from her nipples into the pool. As Aire sees this, Jasmine's puffy pink pussy bulges outward as a fist-sized fleshy lump crowns into view and then slips out of her birth canal, landing in the water with a soft splash. The harem of faithful lesbians surrounding her stroke her and nuzzle her encouragingly, breathing praise on the woman.

The women of the support harem... look familiar. As many as several of them look like older versions of the gay girls in the dance cohort.

And over there beside the pool, that one, is one of the girls from the dance cohort. She's cuddled up with another girl, moaning as a thick bulb-tipped tentacle emerges sinuously from the other girl's pussy before plunging into her own. The parasite tentacle pulls the pussies of the two girls together, retracting into its host and closing the distance between her and the dancer girl.

As the pair of Rele and Aire step out into the chamber, a wave of quiet sweeps through the orgy. One by one, all of the eyes turn to Aire, even if many of them are glazed with pleasure and unfocused. It isn't silence. But the weight of their gazes is heavy.

"Hey! What's that genderfreak doing here?!"

"Did Rele bring a dick in here?!"

"What?! Where?!"

"Why would she do that?!"

"So gross! It was only supposed to be real girls here!"

"Have we displeased you, Rele?"

"This isn't right!"

Up on her birthing throne, Jasmine musters her wits and meets the intruding dickgirl's gaze. She raises a hand to call for silence, but unfortunately, the babble of protest continues. Few of the faithful are still looking at Jasmine rather than Aire. Instead, she looks into Rele's huge Eye and puts her hands together in polite prayer.

BE SILENT!

A few of the girls squeak in surprise, the protests dying down at the holy one's command.

"Rele, our wisest sliver of the divine, what have you brought us?" Jasmine asks, already suspecting.

Before you stands the Unity. The pinnacle of divinity.

A collective gasp runs through the chamber as the paused lesbian orgy erupts in babble once more. This time the babble is excited, eager, and hopeful, though. A few of the nearest women crawl toward Aire on hands and knees, eager to get a closer look.

"Is it truly a divine phallus and not a penis?"

"Does that mean it's okay to touch it?"

"It looks so convincing!"

"How do we know it really is holy?"

"Prove it!"

The cry is taken up by several of the women: "Prove it! Prove you're of the divine flesh!"

At this, Jasmine does not call for silence. She watches Aire with a curiosity of her own, ignoring the squeezer stars that continue to spray milk from her tits.

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.