The wind blew cold and fierce upon the highest peak of Mount Celentine, despite the clear sky allowing the sun to shine down brightly upon the blindingly white snow. Two figures trekked up the mountain - both underdressed for the occasion.

One wore an outfit more befitting of a pleasant autumn day - a thick auburn sweater and tan pants that were tucked into boots only half-fit for hiking. Their face was uncovered, allowing their similarly auburn hair to shimmer in the morning sun’s rays, hazel eyes squinting at the pain of the searing-white snow. They rubbed their creamy-white hands together, before bringing them up to cover their scarred nose and puffing hot air into their palms.

The other wore clothes one would call fit for spring, or even summer, with loose-fitting and airy robes that resembled vestments more than anything else, a dark blue one-piece robe lined in golds and pinks that swirled together in a serpentine pattern. Her dark-purple hair almost seemed to soak in the sunlight, and green eyes scanned the rocky mountain terrain without so much as a wince at the overwhelming white. In fact, she seemed unbothered by just about everything - the temperature, the snow that crunched beneath her bare feet, even the terrain that the one trailing her had difficulty navigating. She merely traipsed through it with elegant steps and long leaps. Her skin was olive tanned, and rough - almost scaly - that seemed to shimmer in the sun’s rays.

“We are here.”

She raised a hand, stopping the following person behind her. They looked up at this, and glanced around, at the horizon, the mountainous stretches below them. They were at the top, the very top. They took a sharp breathe in at this, before letting it out, a puff of fog shakily escaping their nervous lips before they spoke.

“S-s-s-so, this is - part of the mo-mo-monastery’s t-t-t-”

“Yessss,” her voice hissed out to cut their stuttering off, breath slipping from her mouth like steam from a boiling kettle. She motioned a hand towards a particularly flat-looking rock. “Take a sssseat, disssciple.”

They nodded, and moved quickly to sit. The cold bled through the thick, warm pants they wore, causing their body to jolt, their ass to clench, and their core to shudder from the cold. “Eep - o - okay! What, um-”

“Today, we practice your mental fortitude. Your ability to ressssisssst an intrusion into your mind, or to act and channel your inner chi in ssssspite of it.” She stepped to the spot right in front of them, kneeling down to be at eye level briefly. “There will be many ferssssome foessss that seek to conquer your mind and break your will. You must be ready to ssssteel your resssssolve in the face of temptationssss, and keep your mind your own.”

With each hissing sound she left out, a hiss of steam followed, blowing against their face. It was quite warm, warmer than one should be upon such a high mountaintop. They gulped, before nodding. “Sssso - I mean, so, what will be doing to the mental… attacking? Intruding? Another small creature, like combat, or-”

“Me.”

“Guh-” They shrunk back at this, sweat forming on their forehead briefly through sheer concern - before before wiped away, and likely frozen soon after. “O-o-o-o-okaaaay. Do you, um, doooo this with every disciple?”

“Mosssst. Ssssome receive training from the Prioressssss hersssself. You are lucky it issss me, and not her.” A smile perked onto her lips upon saying this - not disingenuous, but certainly teasing and knowing. A shudder shook through the disciple’s body.

“Now, closssse your eyessss, and meditate. I will begin testing your ressssolve ssssoon, and when I do, you will do everything in your power to ressssisssst, or to sssstave off the cold. Undersssstood?”

“Y-Yes, Miss Caspella.” They nodded vigorously, before closing their left hand into a fist, folding right palm over it, holding it out in front of them - and closing their eyes. And yet, before they could even begin the focus needed for meditation, they finally caught the words Caspella spoke.

Stave off the cold? Wait, why would they need to do that? Was she - oh dear. The thought made their cheeks redden, but was she going to make them, disrobe?

… That wouldn’t be too bad, actually.

Yeah, it… it wouldn’t be awful. Cold as - cold as all get out! But it could be worse. She could force them to do something more… extreme. Like hurting themselves, or being - geez, this thought shouldn’t even be on their mind, but - being sexual.

Actually, that would be nice too.

Y… Yeah, that would be good too. Their head nodded before they could even comprehend what the thought was, so surely they must agree with it. 

In fact, they want her to do it.

Yeah. They nodded again. They wanted her to do - do… no! The thought rammed against their skull as resistance suddenly sprouted up. Even if they wanted her to… do it. She was a stranger, practically.

But that makes it more desirable.

Yyyeah, it does. Knowing that someone they barely even knew beyond a name was making them disrobe and… and…

Say what you want me to do.

Their lips moved without thinking, their voice ringing out as hot breath slipped from their throat.

“To… force me to disrobe aaand… And, ngghhh-”

Open your eyes.

Their eyelids slid open without a mote of resistance, only to be met with Caspella’s - not the same greenish emerald as normal, but instead a shimmering kaleidoscope of bright lights. Almost like… swirling rings that danced in their vision, and captured their attention. Caused their eyes to stay open, and their mouth to go agape. Caused their body to relax, and their mind to go quiet.

“Sssspeak.”

“I want…  you to force me to disrobe… aaand, worship you, from head to toe.” Their voice was quite, barely above a whisper, and only just audible above the whistle of the wind. “To, devote myself to you aaaand- hng-!”

Their body jolted slightly, pleasure snapping them back to reality just enough to realize what was happen, what they needed to do, just enough to try and look away-

Before a soft grip slipped under his chin, rough and almost scaly skin holding him and pulling their face. Pulling their attention, back, back into that swirling pool of brilliantly iridescent colors. Their resistance melted away thrice as fast as it sprouted, and their head leaned into her touch. Their lips curled into a sloppy, uneven smile; their eyes lidded partially, each blink slow and sluggish, with their vacant gaze starting to reflect the colors they were being shown; and their body slumped as the hand’s grip tightened. Her voice hissed deeply, sounds wrapping around their head like a vice, slowly clamping down upon him.

“You wish for sssservitude?”

“Yes-” Their grin only grew as they nodded. “Pleasssssse.” Their voice began to reflect the hiss of the one dominating them, though sloppier, and more dragged out.

“Then stand, and strip.”

Their body obeyed before their mind could even properly process the command. In a moment they were on their feet, grabbing the hem of their skirt and lifting it up over their head - revealing their lithe body, the chest with nipples that quickly went rigid in the cold air. And as they did, Caspella took her seat where they once sat, one leg crossed over another as she watched in a mixture of disappointment and bemusement. Were she not to see the disciple succeed, she would at least have some fun with them, it seemed.

Their thick pants collapsed around their boots, revealing a pain of plain undergarments rendered moist, and quickly chilled by the mountain air. And just as quickly, those too were discarded, dropped into the discarded pants. And in two quick motions, they stepped out of the boots, leaving everything behind.

And then, they stood to half-attention, only slightly sagging from trance. Their pussy dripping gently, each drip, drip, drip seeming to vanish into the snow beneath. The skin underneath was pale white and only slightly marred by occasional scars peppering their form, including two larger ones around their chest. And to match the disciple’s nude form, Caspella followed by slipping a hand underneath the folds of her own vestments, and with a few tugs, allowing them to fall. Her olive skin more clearly rippled with scales across her torso, and down her legs, only stopping at her ankles. She motioned with a finger.

“Come, and kneel.”

Their movements were instant, stumbling right in front of Caspella and dropping to both knees - ignoring the searing cold that soaked into her skin. Caspella raised both arms above her head, and spoke with a neutral tone, only a bare lilt of amused following her words.

“Now worship. From top, to bottom.”

The disciple moved quickly, raising their body up between Caspella’s legs and placing their hands upon her thighs to support themselves. Starting from her chest, their mouth got to work - a kiss upon the side of her next, followed by another, and another, that trailed down and across her shoulder. A trail that led to the start of her arm, and then underneath. Their face snuck into the pit, nestling deep into the crevice. The warmth was so inviting, so comforting… A deep breath followed a kiss, and then a lick. Just a quick, darting one, but allowing her to sneak just a taste. A delectable, intoxicating taste. Another lick followed, and then another, soon giving long and slow licks.

Only when Caspella shifted did their attention shift with it, causing them to slip their face from her pit. Instead, they continued moving down, across her chest, a beeline for their nipple, leaving kisses and licks in a sloppy trail there. When they finally reached the teat their attention clung to, stiff and hardened in the winter air, they latched onto it with no remorse. Their lips clasped around it, suckling like a child deprived of food for days. Their tongue went to work - immediately rendering the stiffed nipple warm, and loose, and succulent. Occasionally their teeth shifted, just barely nibbling, prompting a stifled half-moan from Caspella.

Which meant they were doing it right. The lurched forwards, clinging to her body - to the warmth emanating from her, to the smell that clung to their nose, to the taste coating every inch of her body. Their body jolted, and fell slightly, as their legs grew cold and numb and nearly unable to hold them up.

They needed to keep serving. But, their legs, they could hardly feel their legs. They needed to get warm. To keep serving. With focus unbecoming of someone so fervently mindless, so entirely amateurish and debased, they took a deep breath in. And in a moment, they settled their inner chi, allowed it flare outwards, and coated their body in a buzzing blanket of healing warmth. In a moment, they could feel their legs again. In the next, the cold around them seemed to vanish. And soon, the snow around them was quickly melting at their touch.

As they slipped back onto their knees, back up to Caspella’s chest, they felt her leg slip between their legs - their moist lips sliding against it, prompting them to moan, whimper, and begin to grind against it with a needy whine. A snap, loud and resounding, stopped them in their tracks though.

Lower.

Did Caspella say that? Did she make them think that? Or was that their own thought? They didn’t know, but they did know that they needed to obey. The disciple shifted, down, down, leaving kisses and small licks across her chest, down her stomach, and past her waist. Until they settled into a position, sitting upon their haunches, allowing their clit to press against the instep of Caspella’s foot. And leaving them at face level with Caspella’s own pussy, juices starting to go cold on the stone she sat upon.

Grind, and Worship.

Caspella’s grin grew wider as, with a fervent motion, the disciple’s face was buried between her legs, and their hips began to grind against her foot, occasionally slipping up onto her ankle with particularly fervent motions. And though they positively failed at resisting - their focus like this was so intense that they were practically radiating warmth. And impasse then - they’d go, likely until they passed out. And Caspella was not allowed to stop the mental suggestions, Prioress’ orders…

Seems she would have a fun day ahead of her.