The inner circle of the shining acropolis capital of Deter's nation bustles with people. Vibrant colors decorate the homes and people, the city prospering in wealth and art. Females walked freely, their bodies marked with holy symbols in dye and paint. As the high priest strode through the streets, they stopped and greeted him, wishing him a blessed day and remarking on his unusual appearance in the lower rings of the capitol. Deter's calling brought him to an open pavilion, with a large fountain in the center, inside of which pillories stood empty under the spray. A woman and her daughter sat on the fountain's ledge, taking shade under one of the large willow trees towering over the pavilion like a canopy showering it in gold light slipping between the bows. Around them were baskets of fruit, freshly picked that morning, and the pair were giving them out to passing pedestrians. The daughter tugged her mother's fur and pointed to Lucian, not unbeknownst to him. The mother smiles and whispers in her ear, handing her a ripe pear. Lucian watched the child run up to him, the fruit conspicuously hidden behind her back. When she reaches him, she lowers her eyes, shyness suddenly breaking the facade of bravery. Lucian lowered himself to one knee and smiled warmly at her.
"Hello there, little one," he said. "What can Deter's faithful do for you?"
The young doe glanced up at him and revealed the pear holding it out to him. "Um, please accept this offering, um... Your holiness." Her cheeks flushed red.
Lucian took it from her hand and brushed her hair from her eyes. "Thank you. Deter bless you, child."
She runs back to her mother, and the two exchange words and giggling. The priest stood and approached them. The mother looks up and slips down from the ledge to her knees in a bow. When she stands again, she looks to her daughter.
"Thank you. She loves making people smile," she said, watching the young girl hold and apple out to a passing carriage driver. 
"'Brightest are the souls of youth, may they light the way to our future,' as the verse goes."
The girl comes back and smiles up at him.
"And a bright light I see in this one!" He scoops her up in his arms, and she giggles uncontrollably as she is lifted to his shoulder, sitting on his bicep. "And tell me, have you been doing your devotions?"
She nods proudly, swinging her legs and wagging her short deer tail. "Yup! Daddy and Uncle always make sure it's done every morning and every night, like the good book says!"
He chuckles and looks to the mother.
"What brings you to the lower rings? It's not often a member of the high clergy graces our streets." The mother sits back down, picking up an orange and peeling it absently.
"Mission work, orders from on high." Lucian smirks teasingly.
"Oh, my!" she gasps playfully. "Surely you joke."
Lucian shakes his head and she covers her mouth, her ears perking up. A mission from the Divine was impressive, and she responded in kind. Her back straightens, puffing her chest and rear out a bit more.
"How... Exciting. Not another crusade, I hope. A mother's scorn is unmatched when her son is lost in battle."
"Oh, no, none of that. Your sons are safe."
She played relief as a man approached her, asking for one of her fruits. She hands one to him and waves as he leaves. Lucian bounces the girl on his arm to her delight, then sets her down gently, giving her rear a gentle tap as she scurries off to her own childhood adventures. 
"I imagine you have fine sons, if your daughter is a reflection of your offspring."
She blushes. "Why, thank you, your holiness. I would say so. One is marrying off soon, but my husband assures me his room will not be empty for long. One might say I'm expecting!" She chuckles, her eyes looking out as she momentarily becomes lost in thought, her hand moving to gently rub her belly. She shakes herself back to reality.
"Well then, many congratulations are in order! Wonderful news, my dear. Blessings to your family." Lucian beams at her, pride in his people filling his heart with joy. "I'd like to do something for you, to celebrate. Allow me to grant you a wish, anything I can do for you."
The mother looks away, her blush deepening. "Well, if it isn't too  much to ask, may I... That is, might your humble servant be allowed to taste?"
Lucian opens his arms to her. "A shining icon of Deter's will! Of course, my dear, until you're heart's content." He opens his robes, and she drops to her knees before him, looking at the thinly veiled bulge between Lucian's legs, slowly growing before her. She inhales deeply, taking in the scent of the priest, and her mouth watered in anticipation. The doe reached under the loincloth and took hold of his balls, fondling them with awe in her eyes. Her hand slides up to his shaft, feeling it pulse as it hardened. She strokes it, the cloth falling away as his rod outgrew its cover. With the priests meat revealed to her, a jolt rushes through her body, and her breeding hole began to drip. She opened her mouth, putting her lips to his shaft, and sliding down its length to his balls, letting the cock rest on her face while she pleased his sack. She moaned as her tongue swirled around him, making her way back to the tip, his cock now fully erect. She takes him into her mouth, savoring the taste of holy cock, a myriad of flavors from previous holes and loads. She slurps happily, her soft doe eyes looking up at Lucian's benevolent smile, happy to provide her joy. A few people began to gather, watching the priest's charity. She worked skillfully, and after a while of her indulgence, her daughter returns with a flower crown adorning her head. She sees her mother and stands with the crowd, watching.
"Ah, it seems your little one has returned."
The woman pulls herself away from the meat in front of her for a moment, turning to her daughter and beckoning her over.
"Oh, come darling, come here! The high priest is giving us his seed!"
The young girl quickly runs over, standing next to her mother's kneeling form. Lucian pulls her face to his tip, which dripped with his precum and her mother's saliva. 
"Go on, have a taste, child. You can have the honor of receiving the high priest's load."
Her eyes widened in surprise, her lips pressed against his leaking tip, coating her cheeks and lips in precum. She opens her mouth as wide as she can, barely fitting his thick tip into her small lips. She struggles to swallow it, but her convulsing throat milked Lucian's cock the way only a child's could. He grunts as his holy semen spews forth, quickly overwhelming her. Each pulse of his cock sent another wave of seed spraying from her nostrils and out of her lips, her full cheeks bulging. She tries her hardest to drink it down, but she was far too inexperienced. When the torrent of cum became too much, she falls back into her mothers arms as cum flies through the air, showering them in creamy seed. The mother holds her daughter up to his cock, and the two of them open wide while Lucian empties himself onto them. When the cum stopped flowing, both females were drenched, and the mother pulls her daughter into a sloppy kiss, letting his seed mix in their mouths. Lucian restores his robes, and nods to the girls kissing in the puddle of cum. When the two finish their fun, they bow low, their faces in the puddle surrounding them.
"Thank you, high priest, your gift will be cherished!" The mother exclaims. The daughter coughs and wretches before cum pours out of her mouth. Her knees become weak and she collapses in the puddle. Despite her pathetic state, she manages to speak.
"Th-thank... you..." she trails off.
"You're welcome, and congratulations again on your prosperity and good fortune." He wishes them well and turns to go.
"Hey, get those two in the stocks!" A man from the crowd shouts. The girls are taken up to the fountain platform and locked in the stocks as men begin lining up for a breeding frenzy. It would seem the mother would be expecting sooner than she thought.