Neriad

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Come Hither~

Growing up under the watchful eye of the thread weaver has boasted gifts upon our kind, She has granted us bountiful bodies, a place in the human world and a link to the grand nexus.

Neriad was raised within the reaches of the Arachnid shrine, never setting foot out of her goddesses domain, she took care of the grounds, being a simple shrine maiden. She cleaned The fountains, raked the courtyard and helped the priestesses.

As years were drawn out, she raised up to a priestess herself, given the task of care for the high priestess and the Blessed Seamstress, along with her many sisters. Males were seen as only means to conceive more sisters for the thread Weavers shrine.

The Priestesses were seen as gifted and beautiful by women who took up the craft of weaving, boasting well shaped legs , wide child bearing hips , hand filling bosoms, and soft derriere's that filled the palm pleasantly. They sought to aide the women who took up the craft, giving anything they needed.....anything.

The devouring of others was common place in the shine and its encompassing towns, 'Normal food' like ham and crops weren't allowed in the shrine, Priestesses had they're sisters to fill they're longing stomachs. It wasn't seen as odd to find one priestess rubbing her belly, which held a multi armed meal in its taut confines, And the high priestess and the Blessed seamstress had privilege to have they're fill, filling any orifice they saw fit. This said, The women who call upon the shrines sisters would be free to ask for anything, sexual relief, wisdom and even.....A meal.

The priestesses devout themselves to the women of the craft, letting them ingest they're being so they shall not hunger while they work, having a squirming meal to sate they're hunger as it melts away into nutrients and fuel for they're own bodies.

Neriad enjoyed this task, feeding herself to sisters, the worshipers and ingesting her sisters in turn. When she was called the the high priestesses chamber to carry out her last duty, to swallow the high priestess and take her position and dispose of her remains in the view of all of her sisters, which Neriad gladly did, Swallowing her bountiful mistress whole and rubbing her expanding belly, until the meal was tightly packed in the taut confines of her stomach, seeing the face of her lunch pushing out and thanking her, leaving her to digest and then call for a gathering , saying the high priestess had one last message......

Now Neriad watches over her sisters, rejoicing in a new age of worship, some setting out to spread the shrines bounty. Neriad wandering between towns, seeing to the needs of her disciples.