Golden sunlight beams in through the slats of the window, stirring Lucian from his sleep. He opens his eyes and sits up, yawning while he stretches. The covers are thrown aside as he swings his legs out of bed and stands. 
He steps out into the living room, seeing his daughter dutifully praying at their altar to Deter, which depicted their lord with three of his concubines at his feet, all holding his member and balls up. A gilded chalice sat next to it. Lucian kneels next to her, saying a quick and quiet prayer before putting his arm around his daughter.
"Good morning, Anastasia. I hope you slept well," he said softly, planting a kiss on her head.
Anastasia opens her eyes and smiles up at him. "Good morning Daddy. I slept well, thank you. I woke up early, so I've been waiting here all morning."
Lucian pats her head and moves back, giving her space between himself and the alter.
"Good girl. A morning of prayer does a person good."
Anastasia gets down on her hands and knees in front of Lucian, raising her tail high and lowering her bare chest to the floor.
"I'm ready for my devotion, Daddy," she says, swaying her hips. She reaches back and pulls her rear open, her holes on display for her father. Lucian lifts his hardening rod, deciding which hole he'd use this morning. Very little could amount to the pleasure and satisfaction of filling a slit like hers, and so he lines himself to her entrance and pushed in slowly, sinking into her pussy with ease. She arched her back and let out a long, soft moan, her toes curling as his shaft filled her. When his tip reached her cervix, her eyes crossing with the pleasure of fullness, he grabbed her waist with his large hands. He gave one firm tug, spearing his cock through her cervix and pressing his balls snugly to her pussy lips. 
Anastasia gave a yip. "Ah! Mmm... Oh, goodness, Daddy... Thank you, sir..." Her belly bulged with her father's tip pushing firmly on her womb's wall from within. 
Lucian began thrusting slowly, pulling her onto his length each time he went in, eliciting a yip or a moan from her. He groaned, her tightness squeezing and massaging his shaft, sucking  him back in whenever he would pull back.
Lucian picked up the pace, his balls slapping rhythmically on Anastasia's pussy. Her moans followed suit, becoming louder and more frequent until the two of them are panting and moaning together as the plap-plap-plap became a rapid tempo of slapping. Lucian's knot began to swell, and his thrusts slowed a bit but grew in strength. Each push of his hips rocked her body back and forth. Her father grabbed her rear and held her open, freeing her hands to hold onto the alter in front of her for support.
With one hard thrust, Lucian squeezes his knot into his daughter's hole, letting out a grunt of pleasure as her pussy tightens on his base. Anastasia's eyes cross, and her tongue hangs from her moaning mouth drooling onto the floor, giving herself to the pleasure.
With her pussy locked to Lucian's rod, she spreads her legs a bit wider and begins reciting scripture. "Lord Deter bless my womb! Let thy will be done! Your humble servant, your vessel, must be filled!"
Lucian grunted as he felts his climax approaching. "Deter Bless you, child!" he exclaimed, holding Anastasia to his base as cum began pumping directly into her womb. A screaming moan pierced the air, Anastasia could barely contain her joy as her father filled her. Her belly swelled, bulging from both his cock and his seed, being kept corked in by his pulsing knot. Eventually, she would reach her limit, and cum would squirt out from around Lucian's knot, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor with a quiet tap-tap-tap. They stayed like that for a while, stuck together while cum leaked out of Anastasia.
Once she'd caught her breath, Anastasia gave her rear a wiggle, looking back at her father. "I'm ready D-Daddy... to finish my devotion."
Lucian reached over her to grab the chalice on the alter. He gave a tug, freeing his knot with an audible pop! and letting the seed spill out of her pussy. He quickly placed the chalice under the stream of cream that flowed out, filling the cup until it spilled over the top and made a puddle of white around it. Anastasia shakily reached under her and took it, putting it to her lips and taking long, slow gulps until it was empty, placing it back on the alter. She sits up on her knees and smiles at Lucian, cum on her upper lip.
"Well done, child. You make your lord- and me- very proud. Now, go get ready for church." Lucian stood and went to his room to put on his priest's robes as Anastasia stood on wobbly legs. His robes were a deep purple covered in intricate black swirls and lined in silver, and under them he wore only a matching loincloth that hung down to his ankles. Anastasia went to her room, kneeling in front of a large mirror and covering herself in colorful symbols with powdered coloring and water. When she finished, she grabbed a shiny, golden tailhole plug, and wiggled it into herself, the shimmering pink crystal at the end sparkling in the sunlight. She turned and bent over, looking back into the mirror to observe herself. Lucian peaked his head through the opening of her room, seeing her glittering plug. He smiled and motioned for her to come with him, and she hurried to his side and stepped out the door. 
At the temple, sitting on a large hill in the middle of the city, overlooking the houses below, Lucian and his daughter were greeted by one of the lesser priests. 
"Good morning, Magus Magnum!" He said, holding his arms out to the two of them. "How wonderful to have you join us. And a good morning to you, Anastasia. Looks like you're ready for today's worship. You know where the vessels are, help yourself to breakfast on your way." 
Anastasia returned the greeting and waved as she ran off to join the Vessels. Lucian waved back to her before turning to his fellow holyman.
"Good morning, Master Donnigan," said Lucian.
"What brings you here today? Usually your daughter arrives alone while you contemplate Deter's Greater Plan. Found the answer to all your questions already?" Master Donnigan chuckled to himself. The rotund canine turned and began to walk, motioning for the high priest to follow.
Lucian returned a polite laugh. "No, unfortunately. Even I am not privy to Deter's infinite wisdom. No, today I am to leave. Our Lord has called me to a pilgrimage across the land. He has revealed to me a great task, one of the utmost importance. It would seem our neighbors north of the wall will soon find themselves with a new queen. I am to go and show this new queen the glory of Deter, so that she may make the wise decision to convert the nation to our way. The Theocracy will expand and we will save the souls of more virgins and sinners. Along the way, I have many stops to purge sin from the citizens. I will be gone for a while, and I have come to ask a great favor of you, Master Donnigan. Not as a priest, but as a friend."
Donnigan stopped. They'd made it into the main sermon hall, where stocks were lined up in rows facing the podium. Here, the head priest of the church would give teachings of Deter's word, while vessels were used to worship by the attending males. Anastasia was checking the locks on one of the stocks in the front row, making sure it would latch when she got in. 
Master Donnigan turned to face Lucian. "Anything, Lucian. How could I possibly deny you, who so kindly helps all? Who himself saved my life from sure destruction?"
"I need you to care for Anastasia. Keep her in the church, she'll help in any way she must. She is on her way to becoming a saint, it will be good for her to live in the temple for some time." Lucian looks out to his daughter, who was locked in place in the stock, bent over and legs spread, her plug like a beacon calling lost ships to the shore. Other girls were filling in the other stocks, all ready for the sermon to begin, just as men began coming in.
"It would be my pleasure Lucian. Fret not, she is in good hands. No harm can come to a saint in Deter's house. I must go for now, the sermon won't preach itself. Perhaps his holiness can stay for one more sermon before he leaves?"
Lucian smiled and nodded. Master Donnigan quickly makes his way to the podium and prepares his notes. The high priest joins the crowd, dozens of men rubbing the girls' holes, prodding pussies and asses. He takes a spot behind a young fox covered in the same markings Anastasia had, pulling his meat out from behind his loose robes. Master Donnigan clears his throat and raises a hand. When his hand falls, the vaulted ceilings erupt with the echoing cacophony of moans as dozens of holes are penetrated at once. Slapping and squelching, fast, slow, and everywhere in between became a tidal wave of sounds. All together, the men pulled muzzles over the girl's mouths, muffling their sounds while the headmaster began his lecture. 
Some time later, when the church had emptied itself of attendees, Lucian was left behind with the rest of the used girls. Cum dripped from their holes and down into the drainage grates below them. His attire re-situated, he went to Anastasia to see her one last time before setting off. She hung limply from her stock, her knees buckled and her eyes crossed and glossed over, drool dripping from her gaping mouth. Lucian smiled at her, she would not be aware of his presence. He rubs her cheek gently and turns to leave.
***TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER II***