You laid your goddess on the alter and freeing her breasts from her robes. You sucked and fondled her breasts.
Your goddess, holy and sweet, arched into your mouth.
You aligned your pussy against hers. Her moans your salvation.
Rubbing hard against her repeatedly as she held you head close to her teat.
Findering her clit and speading up your thrusts.
Your goddes shined bright as she releases but it doesnt end there. You continue to thrust. Devotedly bringing her endless pleasure until she stops you.
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Synopsis: A goddess of kindness, joy, and music has fallen again for another mortal. Her lovers have managed to escape in the past, but she knows better than to let her current love out of sight.
She rings in your head like choir bells. Her scent covers every corner of the room, rooting into every cell and fiber of your body. She’s invaded parts of your life even you don’t know yet, planted herself where you never expected.
But what’s a Goddess to do? With so much time on her hands, unharnessed power that gives her everything, she can’t help but fantasize on what pieces of you she decides to keep to herself. She’ll have it all, she decides, even that stubborn little mind of yours.
She loves that she can’t read it, that it surprises her even in the worst moments. It’s what made her fall in love with you, what separated you from the thousands of mortals who bruised their knees to worship her.
And when she says she’ll be out, that she’ll leave you to yourself for even the smallest of seconds, she has never truly disappeared. A piece of her remains, watching you from the eyes of a statue, the low petals of a daisy.
She’s started making it more obvious, growing sloppy in her attempts to manipulate you. Only a Goddess could be in two places at once, dealing out punishments for those who dare to pray to another God, all the while relishing her sweet, mortal lover in their confines.
Tonight she did not take the form of a bouquet of roses, or a pitcher used for your bathing water; instead, she paraded as herself. A sliver that was fainter, weaker than her whole self, but one that could coo at and keep you without any fear for your safety.
“How long have you been standing there?”
The shadows are not as dim as they should be for this late in the evening, brightened by the dull light radiating around her.
“Long enough to see you’ve missed a stitch.”
She’s playful in her jab, waiting for you to look up from embroidering to grace her with your expression.
Your head stays low, focused on the pillow. At the sight of the missed threading you sigh, its gap ruining your progress.
“Have you come to give me any solace, or are you going to suffocate me as per usual?” Your voice is harsh in a bite, with no room for games or clever responses. “You told me you were going out, and now here you are. Do you truly think so low of me as to not trust me to sit alone for an hour?”
The goddess strolls to the open bedroom window, her body dappled in light as the gold bangles on her arm shine ornate reflections.
“I’ve stayed to make sure no one hurts you.” She says simply. “And that you don’t hurt yourself.”
“Please, the most harm I could do is prick my finger with a needle, you’ve made sure of that. ‘No forks or sharp hairpins for my beloved, oh no!’ “ You mock her with an irked tone, jabbing the embroidery needle into the pillow once again.
As if you had planned it yourself, the needle goes straight through the fabric, into the pad of your thumb. You jerk your hand away before it can go in further, blood drawn and pooling from the small point.
Your tight voice lets out a sharp gasp, pulling your thumb to your mouth.
“I would rather you have to suffer alive in here, than watch you die, my love.” Her gaze turned to the opalite sea, sand as white as bone and gleaming water as far as the eye can see; you’ve grown tired of it. “But unfortunately I don’t think this is enough anymore.”
“What are you talking about?”
You pull your thumb from your lips to stare at her, seeing that her smile has never faltered, not even for a thoughtful moment.
“Hairpins, needles, your own fingernails-- It’s all a danger to you. Soon, one way or another, it will be used against you, either by yourself or someone else.” She turns away from the low sun, bathed in a cold radiance that would soon be amplified by the moon. “I have to take them away from you, to keep you safe.”
You shake your head, rage bubbling in your stomach as she lets go of the window pillar, slow in her walk to you.
“When will it be enough?! When will you trust me! how much time has to pass before you believe I won’t run?”
Her eyes. Like rays of sunlight, bright and gold, holding flecks of godhood you’ve never seen before. She’s never been this riled up, this dangerous beneath her patient, kind smile, her gentle singing voice and soft hands.
Something in her has shaken, this sliver of her compiled of pieces that create a dangerous storm of emotion.
“So many have fallen, so many have said the same, damn, thing.” Her voice is steady as she draws to you sitting on the bed, her hands held behind her back. “And one after another, they die. Poor disease rampant in my home, an argument with a vengeful servant, a broken mind that draws glass through their own throat,” Her teeth are clenched, smile effervescent. “You will be different. We, will be different. I will love you and that will be enough. It will triumph over everything-- whether or not you like it.”
The goddess crouches to her knees, moving the embroidery pillow from your lap to the bed. She takes your poked hand, looking at the small red dot on your thumb.
“Why is it that nothing I say will convince you…” You want to scream, to hurt her in ways you know she’d never recover from, but you can’t bring yourself to do it.
Something suppresses your mind, simmering your anger and attempting to replace it with peace, with a droning lullaby that erases the ugly in you.
“I have too much experience in what may become of you, and I must delay it as long as possible.”
Her murmurs are suffocated by your finger pulled to her mouth. Her gentle kiss fills the spot with warmth, lashes falling as she closes her eyes. Her breathing goes even, leaning against your hand and sighing with content.
The sight causes you to soften, almost looking at her with a semblance of pity.
“I promise to stay, to avoid all the dangers you tell me. Just please, let me out of here, for once? A single moment alone will not cause the world to collapse.”
You laugh at the dramatic idea, imagining your bedroom crumbling into pieces the second you step out of it alone. It’d be an improvement of the space.
“But it will.” Her eyes open, your needle wound closed as if nothing had broken the skin. “My world will collapse, I’ll be reduced to nothing if I lose one more mortal that I love.”
She speaks stronger, more teary as her eyes grow wild; frantic. Her eyebrows are pushed together, concerned and afraid as she looks up to you. In her other hand is a commoner’s tool, one you haven’t seen in a long time.
It’s a pair of golden pliers, thin and square, as if they’re made to twist incredibly thin knobs.
You merely sigh, brushing away a golden, streaming tear as it falls from her eye. But she doesn’t warm at the touch, taking your caressing hand and twisting it in hers. Turning down your palm, she lays your fingers flat.
“Even if it hurts, it will serve you in the long run.” The pliers are steady in her hand, held up as you look at her. “My last love scratched her eyes out right after I had gone. I didn’t find her until the bathwater had run red.”
The goddess’s hand on yours grips tighter, unsurrendering.
“No, that’s not me, I wouldn’t do that!”
Her gaze falls away, refusing to look at you. The jaws of the pliers grip onto the nail of your index finger, laying like a heavy weight. You try to pull away, to struggle and kick your feet-- but you are no match for a beast born of celestial blood.
“But you see, my love, I won’t know. Not until it’s too late.”
The pliers tug hard, her wrist pulling as if she gives no effort at all. You aren’t given a moment to scream as the tool pulls away, red clouding your vision.
“There will be no opportunity for you to leave me,” Her voice is heightened, commanding despite being just a sliver of the original goddess. “and I promise, my beloved, this hurts me more than it will ever hurt you.”
To love a God, is to love your demise, knowing that every waking second you were getting closer and closer to your fated death. Loving a God is more akin to loving something you cannot see, that you cannot touch, or hear. Though you feel her hands trail down your sides, fingers blazing warm and ever so mild, you cannot hold them with your own. Your fingers cannot intertwin with hers, nor can you press a kiss on her lips, basking in her warmth.
Her love is that of a mystery, something you cannot comprehend, something you'll never reach in your lifetime. You can only dream as you stare lovingly into the sun, watching her rays shine down on the Earth. Her mere existence is so much more than yours, but you cannot stop yourself from falling into her grasp, letting her hands guide you her way.
The appearance of a God is far too much for a mortal to accept, to acknowledge, and to live with, so the most of Gods deemed a mortal form, using it as a disguise. Though you haven't met many Gods, you knew they could not compare. Her eyes were oh-so blue, pupils reflecting that of the clouds and birds that fly through the sky, swirlings of different hues as the day disappears. Her skin radiates warmth, so tan, and so smooth. There are no gashes or blemishes, utterly perfect and divine. And her hair is curly, reflecting that of rays, a loose pattern that flows down her back. The golden gleam of the curls is enough to make you want to reach out to hold, to touch, and to braid.
You want nothing more than to hold her, love her, and cherish her. Forehead pressed against the ground as you bow to her, feeling nothing but content in her presence. Let alone the fact that she's come to meet you, you, you.
Though you want to, you refuse to meet her gaze, waiting for her becking call, her soft words to urge you to look up. And you almost jump for joy at the sound, sighing at the brief melody and soft symphony that flows through your mind as she speaks.
Her lips look so soft, you noted, letting your eyes trail across her form. Utter devotion and dedication in your eyes as you slowly rise, per her command. Your tunic white and embellished with symbols of that of the Sun God, flowing down your body, mirroring the tunic she wore. You felt just a little closer to her, peering at the similarities of your clothing, a soft smile gracing your lips.
You call to her, eyes begging for any kind of command. You'd do anything for her, for her touch, and praise. Gulping as you take a step forward, feeling your knees quake and tremble, feeling the presence of a God. The gentle thumping against your ribcage has your head feeling fuzzy and cheeks flushing, growing warm at the closeness.
A sigh left your lips, the feeling of her warm palm pressed to your cheek, and you swear a tear rolled down your cheek as she pressed her lips against your forehead. Closing your eyes, you accepted her kindness with a smile, placing a hand on top of her, letting her soft hands caress your cheeks.
You knew your fate was sealed the moment you pressed your lips against hers, moving in a rhythm that only you and her could hear, relishing in each other's arms. Her hands caressed you as you cried, worshiping her body as if she were gold.
The thought of parting was a constant nightmare that nawed and chewed in the back of your mind, scratching your sides, and whispering in your ear. You knew your time was coming, far closer than before, but you knew that you'd die happy with her arms in yours.
Creature: a female deity,,, who so happens to be exiled from her home in this au.
Warnings: Praise Kink, Cunnilingus (Receiving), Sex Outside
Quick Summary: at a party in the woods, you meet a mysterious girl and want more from her.
Extra Notes: Day one of Whore - O -Ween is here! I hope you all are just excited to read these stories as I have been to share them!
The summer was a perfect season for losing yourself; you didn’t have to worry about your classes, you didn’t have to worry about your reputation, and you didn’t have to worry about your parents. You only needed to worry about yourself, and that was something you could do.
You went to the bonfire because you needed it. You needed the break, you needed the drinks, and you needed to finally leave your muggy little apartment that you were starting to get sick of. Your roommate, Pieck, could see it with every step you took - she saw the way your eyes lingered on the windows, and how your hand longed for the front door.
She heard about this bonfire from her friend, Reiner. He was a linebacker on the football team and the whole team regularly put together parties just like this one. During the school year, during the summer, during the middle of the night and early in the morning - football players loved to party, and they’d invite anyone who looked like they could let loose for a few hours.
Pieck was just excited to see you leave the house, even if you didn’t wear that pretty little red dress that fit your curves so well. She wanted to see you finally let go of this strict and hardened shell of yourself that you had created during the school year. She never realized just how quickly you could let go of that shell, even though she knew how much you craved the freedom that came with letting go.
You were dancing, drinking, and socializing. She had never seen you so in your element, the way you moved around the woods and interacted with people - it was as if you were born for this one moment. She watched as you talked with everyone, taking sips from tons of red plastic cups, and dancing with anyone who extended a hand towards you.
Pieck admired how well you were making this party your bitch. That was why she turned her back on you, she knew you weren’t invisible to these people. Everybody had their eyes on you, watching you closely, waiting on your every move. So, she knew she didn’t have to be the babysitter anymore, you could handle yourself.
That’s how you found yourself in somebody else’s care, another pretty girl with her tunnel-visioned watch on you. You hadn’t seen her around before, you would’ve remembered a girl like that. Her burgundy brown hair, her light brown eyes, her sideways smirk, and her body-warming giggle that was just contagious enough to make you smile to yourself each time she laughed at your joke.
“You’re so funny,” The girl said softly with the ghost of a grin still across her lips, “You must have a lot of friends.”
You shrugged as a giggle escaped you, “Not really, I mostly just have my roommate and she has a lot of friends. I’m like-” You took a moment to think, and took the time to drunkenly lean in closer to the girl- “Like, a friendship leech, I just take all of another person’s friends instead of making my own.”
“Well, I’m not your roommate’s friend.” The girl smiled wide at you. “But, I’m your friend - so, being a friendship leech no longer applies to you.”
You giggled as you leaned back on the tree stump, “I don’t even know your name!”
“Sasha,” The girl said as she leaned towards you, “My name’s Sasha.”
“Cool.” You looked off into the distance and watched the flames dance for a moment before remembering to introduce yourself. You shouted your name over the sound of the music around you and Sasha, making sure your new friend heard it.
Hell, you’d give her your social security number if she asked for it, this was the first real time you had made a new friend other than Pieck. You suppose that immediate loyalty to this new friend is why you trusted her so deeply. You trusted her when she asked you to dance, you trusted her when she asked you to hide her from her ex-boyfriend, and you trusted her when she handed you an unlabeled bottle in the middle of the dancefloor.
You held the bottle tightly in your hand as you threw your head back to take a real swig of it. The only thing Sasha had said was that the liquid would really fuck you up and that she made it herself earlier that week. And, Sasha was completely right, the liquid tasted of peaches and honey and though you couldn’t feel carbonation in the drink, you still felt the bubbles pop in your mouth before slipping down your throat.
The alcohol took you by surprise at first. It caused you to physically take a step back from Sasha, bending over and threatening to spit the liquid out all over the dirt below you. Sasha moved her hand through your hair as you tried to completely swallow the strange drink. She cooed you through the reaction, sounding almost bored with her praise.
“You’ve got this,” Sasha said gently as she leaned towards your ear, “I’ve seen you drink from fourteen cups tonight alone, this is nothing.”
She was right, you knew how dangerous it was - but, you still welcomed drink after drink from people. You even had random people mix anything together and then, you’d chug it in a matter of seconds right in front of them. And, even at one point of the night, you had grabbed a half-full fifth of blueberry vodka and you were walking around with the top of it in your mouth. You were surprised you hadn’t thrown up yet tonight, and Sasha’s alcohol definitely tasted more than a thousand times better than anything else you had drinken tonight, so why was it so hard to swallow?
“Swallow it,” Sasha added, “And I’ll make sure I reward you for your efforts.”
The offer hung heavy in the air, and it made your heart quicken. You felt your entire body try to welcome the liquid, simply because you craved her reward. You desired anything she would give you, especially if that reward was herself. But, to be honest, you’d even take a single chicken nugget if that’s what she offered you. Anything from her was better than nothing.
You felt the alcohol run down your esophagus and into your stomach. You stood back up and threw your hands above your head in a moment of silent victory. You smiled wide at Sasha, your chest heaving with each ragged breath you took. You weren’t just happy not to embarrass yourself in front of your new friend, but mostly because you wanted her reward - you were never a materialistic person, but she made you want whatever she would give you.
“Good job,” Sasha said as she gently caressed the side of your face, “You took it so well.” Her palm was soft against your face and you felt yourself leaning into her touch. Her smile was genuine, her eyes full of a deep pride and gratitude.
Her praise made your stomach turn with nerves. You craved to make her proud, you would do anything if she would give you this same look afterwards. You leaned towards Sasha, and whispered gently into the small space between both of your mouths.
“Now, what’s my reward?” Your eyes found her mouth, hoping she’d say exactly what you wanted.
Sasha grinned, “Anything you want.”
And, she did - she said exactly what you wanted to hear from her, as if she could read your mind.
Sasha’s hand was warm against your own as she led you through the party. You felt the weight of eyes on your body all night, but when you were walking alongside Sasha, it was gone. You felt invisible as you slipped through dancing people and drunk conversations, even going as far as walking unnoticed through the middle of a conversation as if you had been a ghost.
The walk from the party to her personal destination wasn’t long. Sasha steered you away from the part of the woods where people were still getting wasted behind you and towards a stretch of woods that looked too beautiful to be real. The trees were decorated in golden orange leaves instead of green ones, and the area fluttered with life, butterflies and birds all flying by you and Sasha.
It took a moment for your mind to successfully take the whole scene in and process it. The scene in front of you was absolutely gorgeous; from the trees to the animals, to the moon shining through the leaves above you, even to the small stretch of a lake you could see through the trunks in front of you. The stretch of woods had you by the heart and it caused you to nearly forget Sasha being by your side completely.
Suddenly, Sasha’s hand snapped in front of your face, bringing you out of your possessed state. She seemed almost upset as she talked, but you were convinced she wasn’t upset considering her seductive saunter towards you and the gentle smirk on her face.
“Why can you see me?” Sasha asked, and before you had time to answer, she continued, “I’ve been practically dead for about 400 years, and yet you can see me, why?”
Your eyes widened as you stared at her, “You’re dead?”
“You’re a god?” The words felt untrue as they made their way out of your mouth. Sasha didn’t look like a god; she wasn’t sparkling or causing bystanders to fall to their knees. Sasha was the last thing you’d expect from a god, she looked too normal - so, maybe she was lying.
“Yes.”
You giggled to yourself, “Right,” You answered sarcastically, “And I’m a vampire.”
Sasha frowned at you, “I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” You pretended to hiss at Sasha, baring your blunt teeth in her direction. You tried to suppress the giggle bubbling up from your stomach, but let it out between your tight lips. While focusing much too hard on your own laugh, you almost missed Sasha’s low chuckle from only a foot away.
Sasha stopped laughing abruptly, “You think this is funny?” Sasha walked around you, moving from your side and to behind you. She was just over your right shoulder, pressing her chest into your back and pressing her lips against the shell of your ear. “Would you rather laugh or hear what I have to say?”
Your throat went dry and you tried to swallow to wet it, “Hear.”
Sasha smiled, “I am the god of wine and festivities - so, of course you’d find me at a party, right? But, you’re intuitive enough to see me in general - you must also be intuitive enough to see how people don’t look at me. How I go invisible to the naked eye, and I always rope in anyone I touch - weren’t you wondering why that is?”
You remembered how many refused to look at Sasha at the party. Not paying any mind to her when she walked up to you and asked what you were drinking. Not paying any mind to her when she pulled you onto the dancefloor and swung you around as you laughed. Not even paying any mind to her when she stuffed the finish of a bottle into your mouth and forced you to drink.
She didn’t seem like she was lying, so why not believe her? It was strange to you just how quickly your undying loyalty for Sasha had died. You were willing to hand over your own social security number to her only an hour ago, so why were you so hesitant to believe a single story now?
“So,” You said quietly enough for only Sasha to hear, “That’s what makes you a god, because nobody can see you but me?”
Sasha giggled, “No, no, no, of course not - I’m a god because-” Sasha paused for a moment and leaned in closer to you- “Well, that’s much too complicated to explain now, but I can explain why people can’t see me. If you’re interested, of course.”
Sasha wiped her hands down your sides, letting her fingers linger on the soft fabric of your dress. You felt your breath hitch your throat, the closer she got to your most sensitive spots. One of her hands moved towards your hips, dipping her fingers towards the hem of your dress and her other hand moved towards your chest, her fingertips gently playing with the cup of your tits.
Your voice got stuck in your throat, “I-I’m interested.”
“Great,” Sasha said with a smile, “Did you know there’s such a thing as too much?” Sasha moved her one hand to finally cup one of your breasts. “You can have too much fun, too much pity, or just too much love - and, I got in trouble for all three. I had too much fun despite being the goddess of wine and festivities; I had too much pity, falling for a seemingly scared girl who acted as if she wanted to be mine; and I had too much love in my heart for that girl. She’s the reason I can’t be seen anymore.”
You gasped as Sasha’s hand slipped under the hem of your dress, “Wha-what do you mean?”
“My punishment for being too much was that I couldn’t be seen by humans anymore. I enjoyed their love too much, that’s what he said to me! So, he took their love away. I went from party to party for 400 years, searching for somebody who could see, with no luck - that is until you.” Sasha gently brushed her fingertips against the soft skin of your thigh. “You can see me, and you shouldn’t be able to. So, I want to reward you - for being so intuitive and for reminding me what it’s like to feel a mortal’s attention. Do you accept that? Do you want me to reward you?”
Her words were going against everything you’ve ever heard or learned in your entire life, but you still knew the answer to that question immediately after she asked it. She may have been blowing apart two decades of information learned from the world around you, but she was still the most important person to you at that party. And, she was still the person you desired the most on the planet at the moment. So, of course you answered without a second of hesitation.
“Yes.”
Sasha turned you around quickly, taking you in her arms and kissing you profusely. Sasha backed you into the nearest tree, using the bark wall to only get closer to you. You were sure the marks from the trunk of the tree would be imprinted on your back and shoulders by just how hard she was pushing you into it, but you didn’t stop her - you didn’t mind the aggressiveness.
Her kisses were rough, as if she were trying to prove a point to you. Too much, she wanted her kisses to seem like too much, she wanted you to push away from her, ask for air, ask for space, maybe even run away as fast as you possibly can - but, you didn’t mind not breathing, especially when Sasha was the reason. So, instead of pushing back, you leaned into her kiss, letting her have the control she was trying to give to you instead.
Sasha moaned against your mouth, feeling you fall into her and mold yourself to be her ideal lover. You were willing to change yourself, mentally and physically, if it meant a moment with Sasha would come with it. And, that was all she wanted, she desperately needed somebody who didn’t think she was too much - she desperately needed you.
Sasha moved her hand even further up your dress, cupping your ass over the thin layer of your panties. The fabric of your dress bunched up at Sasha’s wrist, trying to follow her hand as it ventured further into your panties. Her fingertips lightly grazed the most sensitive part of you before removing itself from the fabric and going back to your hip.
“Wha-where are you-?” You asked breathlessly against Sasha’s face.
Sasha leaned back and smiled crookedly at you, “Don’t worry, pretty girl, how about I give you a little bit more?” Sasha fell onto her knees right in front of you, pushing your dress up to your hips before replacing the lost fabric. You whimpered as Sasha’s lips kissed up the inside of your thigh, leading towards the one spot you wanted her most. “But, you tell me if I’m being too much, okay?”
You shook your head frantically, “That’s not possible.”
“That’s nice to hear.” Sasha delicately kissed up your plump thigh before pulling your panties down your legs and having you step out of them. Sasha scooped up your leg and put it over her shoulder, now face to face with the most sensitive part of your body. “Now, say some more.” Her words caused air to blow on the wet area between your legs, and the new coldness from her breath made you shutter.
Sasha licked between your legs, smearing the wetness that had gathered from kissing her - Hell, even from dancing with her, just the act of being close to Sasha had you losing breath and getting wet between your thighs. She cleaned you up nicely though, gripping your thigh with her rough fingers as she licked up the slick that had collected between your legs.
Sasha’s hands ventured up your body as she licked over every inch of your entrance. Her fingers danced up your skin and you were suddenly reminded of her role as the god of wine and festivities - did moments like these count as festivities because you felt pretty festive. Her fingertips tiptoed up your thighs, over the curve of your ass and she used her hands to bring your body closer to her, circling her palms around your hips.
You felt like you needed something to hold you up right, your legs starting to turn into butter the longer you stood there. You leaned back against the tree behind you, letting the bark mark you up again from the weight of your body against the trunk. You arched your back away from the tree, giving Sasha more room to roam your body with her tongue.
You pushed your hips closer to her face, grabbing onto her hair as a way to pull her close. Your fingers fisted locks of long brown hair, pulling at Sasha’s scalp in an attempt to alleviate the pressure that was building in your lower stomach. You pulled Sasha’s face closer to you just as the band inside of your stomach broke and you released all over her mouth and chin.
Sasha pulled back from your body, her brown eyes meeting your eyes from where she kneeled on the grass below you. Her face was drenched in you, but she didn’t seem too bothered by the new wetness on her face. Instead, Sasha just licked her lips and wiped the excess off with the back of her arm.
“If I remember correctly,” Sasha said with furrowed eyebrows, “I think this is the first time I’ve ever been on my knees for somebody.” Sasha smirked at you. “Usually, people are kneeling for me instead.”
You lightly moved your hand over Sasha’s hair, “How about next time, I kneel for you? Does that sound good?”
“That sounds like a dream.”
Though she was being serious, Sasha almost sounded like she was making a joke. You supposed that was a downside to being such a fun loving god, you could never take a moment seriously because it just wasn’t what you did. And, you supposed, it must be hard to play that specific role you’re forced into simply because you’re all knowing being, you even sort of pitied Sasha in a strange way.
You grinned at Sasha, “If you think just my words sound like a dream, then wait until you hear the pretty moans I pull from your mouth when I go down on you.”
Sasha laughed as she rose back onto her feet, she was only an inch away from you. She took her time as her eyes looked over your face and listened to the way that your breath still caught in your throat. She was pleased with herself, but she was also pleased with you - pleased you were able to see her, and pleased you allowed yourself to unravel before her.
“It’s a date.” Sasha leaned in and pecked her lips to your lips. “Tomorrow night?”
You gave her a curt nod, “Tomorrow night.”
You no longer cared if she really was a god or not, you’d kneel before her everyday if she wanted. You would go on your knees, on all fours, pray with your head between her legs - you’d be a good little follower of her’s, soaking up her every command. Because maybe - just maybe - someday she would want to be back with her face between your legs, and she could make you feel this good again.
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This is a little something I wrote a long time ago. It features a goddess and a human she rescues. After some editing, it’s ready to be read. Please enjoy.
Warnings: blood and death
She isn’t human, she is something else entirely. A goddess, a being who is so old she saw the creation of the world and has already seen the end. Her eyes are always bright, her hair is always perfect, and she is always smiling. She is beautiful, gentle, sexual, cunning, horrifying, monstrous, and violent.
She is who the broken and desperate went to. Humans, elves, orcs, minotaur’s, all the races go to her. They beg her for help, her name falling from their lips and tears running down their faces. Her followers and those she helps all pay their respects to her, they love and fear her. She is life and death mixed together. Chaos and tranquility.
She doesn’t have a name. She claims if she had one, she forgot it. Those who worship her simply call her The Lady. She is The Lady of many things, of many aspects. The Lady of Death, The Lady of Life, The Lady of Rebirth. The names vary depending on locations, but her image is always the same. A human woman surrounded by skulls and flowers.
I asked her once how our world will end. She only told me the way it was created, with fire and noise so loud it will shake your soul. I paled at that, but she took my hand, kissed it, and smiled softly. “My realm lies outside your world. You and the others will be safe. And when that world ends, I will make a new one.”
“Why? Why the destruction?”
She must have heard the fear in my voice because her face softened. She smiled at me and scooted closer, taking my hands in hers. “It is the way of things. You, mortals, say it is how life is. It’s how I am. I give life and I take. You cannot have one without the other.”
“What of the other gods?”
She scoffed and sat up in our bed. The blanket fell from her body, revealing her bare breasts. “What of them? When I decide to remake the world, they cannot fight me.”
She’s currently asleep on my chest. I relish these moments. While she will always be an immortal being with the power to destroy the world, to me, she is only my love. When her hair is a mess, and she’s snoring softly, I swear she has never looked prettier. Even when she drools on me, I don’t mind.
The sunlight is slowly entering our room. It’s still early here, but she’ll be getting up soon. For a goddess, she has a rather erratic schedule. Somedays she’s busy, visiting different parts of her realm and speaking to those who live here. Smiling and laughing with them. Kissing and holding them if they need it.
The days she needs to speak with other deities, well, those days can be incredibly stressful. If it’s a deity she likes, like Thelena, a goddess of the underworld or even Aro a love deity, then the day isn’t so bad. But if it’s a god she dislikes, well, it will be a long day. I still remember when a young god named Onir strolled into her realm. He considered himself to be the god of war, but he was more like a god of the assholes. I remember The Lady physically throwing him out of her realm.
I hope today is a relaxation day, that way she and I can stay in bed all day. No worries, no one to bother us, just her and me.
I came to her realm through a portal located at one of her shrines. It is… remote, not something that is easy to find unless you know the shrine is there. I remember when I first saw the shrine and portal. My body was beaten and bruised; my hands were bound behind my back. Her followers, or fanatics, that surrounded me were the reason I was in such a position.
I remember how those bastards charged into the village I was living in at the time. They were shouting her name, demanding everyone to get down and praise her. They required more followers and the creation of a new shrine. Everyone scoffed at how ridiculous they were being. Nothing but a bunch of crazed zealots.
The village was a simple farming village, so the people here worshipped gods of the land and of the home. Gods that would ensure a good harvest and gods that would keep their families safe. When the fanatics continued with their disregard for others beliefs, the villagers insulted The Lady. I remember how angry the fanatics got, the cold look in their eyes made my skin crawl.
At that time, I didn’t believe in any god. No god ever answered my prayers. No god ever prevented me from being sent to war for a cause I did not believe in. A war started by some king I did not like. No god helped ease the pain and guilt I felt from killing people. No god ever answered why I was alive when my friends died. No god comforted me when I woke up screaming in the middle of the night. At the time, I believed gods were only fantasies and stories.
When the fanatics attacked, it was during the night. I woke to screams and shouts. The fanatics were shouting her name, while the villagers were screaming for mercy. From my small room above the bakery, I could see a fire burning in the fields.
I remember grabbing my sword and shield from beneath my bed. There was a time I swore never to pick these up again, but there I was, picking them up again to defend the villagers. Many of them knew how to use a bow, but close combat was something they could not do.
Most of that night is a blur. I remember shouting orders, a makeshift barricade was made, and the smell of fire and blood. Every fanatic I cut down, there seemed to be two more to take their place. I watched people I’ve come to know and care about slaughtered. Women, men, children, the elderly, animals, it did not matter. The fanatics killed any they came across.
I will say though, that my efforts were not wasted. Many escaped, fleeing into the woods where some hunters were guiding them to safety. I and a few others refused to leave, we would stand and fall for those who were running.
Eventually, I was the last one alive. The others who fought beside me had died. I was alone against an onslaught of fanatics with knives and hammers.
When I fell, the first thing I noticed was the blood-soaked ground. I dimly wondered how much of the blood belonged to the innocent. The dead bodies got my attention next.
I saw the baker’s eldest daughter. She always smiled sweetly at me every morning and gave me the best bread. She was so kind, always wanting to help, and so full of life. But there she was, lying face up covered in blood. Her throat was cut, eyes staring at nothing. Opposite of her was the old blacksmith. He was a large man and had been one of the first to fight beside me. The fanatics stabbed him repeatedly, but he refused to stop fighting. He took his last breath, eyes looking up at the night sky. I saw the poor man who begged on the streets. A veteran from some old war, he suffered mentally for many years. He stayed beside me as well.
The Lady’s fanatics surrounded me and said I was going to be a sacrifice. They bound my hands, covered my head with a bag, and threw me onto the back of a horse. The ride was long and painful. By the time they arrived at their destination, it was two days later. My body ached and I prayed they would kill me soon. They pulled me off the horse roughly, not caring that I was injured. They forced me up and made me walk, the bag over my head prevented me from seeing anything.
When they pushed me onto my knees and the bag was ripped off my head, the first thing I saw was a large shrine with a life-size statue of The Lady. It was so realistic that I couldn’t help but shiver. The statue’s right hand was outstretched, palm facing up; a human skull sat in her hand. The left hand hung at her side, holding a bouquet of flowers. The statue’s face was stern like she was challenging any who looked upon her.
At the base of the statue were numerous gifts and offerings: handmade trinkets, animal bones, food, flowers, clothing, children’s toys, and candles. Old armor and weapons lay in a small pile, and there was even a baby’s cradle. There were flowers growing around the statue. I remember thinking how beautiful they were and how sweet they smelled. It was then I noticed a human skull beneath the flowers. Then a second skull, a third, and then a fourth. I grimaced as I wondered how many human remains were in the area. Would I be next?
The man that ripped the bag off my head began to speak. I glanced back and saw it was the high priest. Gods, I hated him. He had killed the baker’s daughter, with a smile on his face. I wanted to smash his head in.
The priest either ignored my look or didn’t see it. He called to the goddess, the lady of life and death, the destroyer and creator. He said I was to be the newest sacrifice, a great warrior who would serve her well. I cursed and tried to pull away.
“Fuck you and fuck your goddess,” I shouted. The fanatics surrounding me growled, and the high priest glared down at me. “Gods aren’t real. And you fuckers are nothing but murderers.”
“You will see her soon, and then you will answer for your blasphemy,” he said. He placed the knife against my throat. I can still remember how cold the blade was.
This is it, I thought. My eyes shut as I waited for death. The blade dug into my skin, the pain almost made me hiss and pull away. But I would die with some dignity. Before the high priest could finish me, there was a bright light, followed by many gasps and cries. When my eyes opened, The Lady stood before us.
Her beauty left me speechless. The gown she wore hugged her body, showing off her hips and breasts. Her hair was a mess of waves and curls. A crown of dark red flowers on top of her head. Her dark eyes roamed the scene before her, the look on her face unreadable. When her gaze rested on me, her eyes narrowed and she stepped down from her shrine. The high priest bowed and began to speak to her, but she cut him off.
“Who is this?” she asked, pointing at me.
“A warrior, my Lady,” he said. The other fanatics were down on their hands and knees. I wondered if they were afraid or enamored. Maybe both.
“You killed innocent people, in my name,” she stated. Her hand reached down and rested on your cheek; I couldn’t help but lean into her touch. I couldn’t take my eyes off her; I didn’t want to take my eyes off her. If she asked me, I would have kissed her feet and begged for forgiveness. Part of me hoped she would ask for that.
“They were not innocent, my Lady. They were fools. They mocked you and called you a whore. And this one here,” the man said gesturing to me. “Killed your most devout. Before you arrived, they cursed and mocked you!”
“I heard them. And it is true, I am what would be called a whore. In my realm, I have many lovers, and I’m always looking for my newest love,” she said. The hand on my cheek slid down to my neck; her nails lightly scratched my skin. When she leaned in close, her face inches away from mine, I could smell her. She smelled so sweet, so delicious, that my mouth began to water. I wanted to lean forward and taste her, just to see if she tasted sweet. Her eyes seemed to be daring me to do just that, yet I didn’t dare.
“My Lady? Do you… fancy this person?” the high priest asked. He sounded insulted.
“I do. They are a strong warrior, easy on the eyes, and troubled. My heart hurts for the pain they have endured. I could feel them calling out to me, begging me to ease the hurt they feel. But, before I can do that, I have something to attend too,” she said. She moved away from me and I nearly cried out. Her sweet smell lingered though, so that was a comfort.
I watched as she approached the high priest. He was so infatuated with her that he didn’t notice the anger on her face or the blade she pulled from her waist. I jumped when she sunk the blade into his stomach. He didn’t seem to understand what was happening.
She made quick work of the fanatics. Cutting them down but not killing them, simply leaving them to bleed out on the ground. She ignored their cries for mercy and their questions. It was strangely sad; they didn’t seem to understand why she was angry.
When she was finished with them, the familiar coppery smell burned my nose. Their bodies littered the ground, most of them were slowly dying. More bones to be added to her shrine. She simply looked down at the bodies, a look of annoyance on her beautiful face.
I nearly cried when she approached me and undid the rope tied around my wrists.
“W-why did you kill them?” I asked, trembling at the feet of this deity.
“They were fools. Every god has their fanatics, it’s important to get rid of them. They’re an infection, and removal is necessary to keep it from spreading,” she said. The coldness in her voice sent a chill down my back.
“Are… are you going to kill me?” I asked.
“No, you can go. Or… you can come with me,” she said. She reached her hands out for me to take. I took them and she pulled me up to stand. My body nearly gave out, but she held me up.
She was shorter than me, by at least a whole foot. While looking down at most people is something I’m used to, looking down at this goddess was a surprise. Even though she is shorter than me, she was able to support me leaning against her. While her size made her look small and unassuming, the aura surrounding her was imposing. And those eyes, those dark eyes, were unsettling.
“Go where, with you?”
“My realm. My home. I have others there. An assortment of lovers, friends, and followers who sacrificed themselves to join me. You will not be alone there,” she said.
I said nothing for a bit. Just slowly pulled away from her when I was sure I could stand on my own. She stayed close to me like she was expecting me to fall over. The worry on her face made my heart speed up and my stomach flip. I couldn’t understand why she looked so worried about me or why she helped me.
“Why did you help me?”
She smiled sadly and placed a hand on my chest. “Because of your pain for the things you have done. It is not easy to take and give life, I know.”
“I did not give life.”
“But you did. In the war, your actions kept many people safe, but you also killed and allowed others to be killed. At the village, you killed those fanatics and saved the farmers. Life and death are everywhere, and you know it intimately.”
“I never wished to know it.”
She stepped closer to me; her hands cupped my face. “I know. That’s why I came to you personally to give you a choice. Stay here, continue to give and take, or come with me.”
“If I go with you, what would I do? Would I be one of your lovers?”
She dusted off the dirt from my shirt and wiped the blood from my neck. She frowned at the bruises on my face and the way I held my side. “You can be whatever you want to be. My lover, another’s lover, a farmer, or nothing. The choice is yours.”
If I stayed, I would be alone and I was so tired of being alone. If I went with her, I’m putting my trust in a being that could kill me with a look. But when I looked upon her face, there was nothing but compassion there. Her dark eyes were soft and her smile was sweet.
I took a deep breath and swallowed before I spoke. “Can… Can I be your lover?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
She smiled and her eyes sparkled. “Then yes, you can be one of my lovers. You will be my first human lover. Are you ready to go?”
She reached her hand out and I gazed down at it. As my hand slipped into hers, I realized I wasn’t afraid. Where ever I went, there was life and death. She was right, I was taking life or protecting it. It was a shock to realize that I have always been hers, an agent of her will; I just didn’t know it. No wonder no other gods answered my prayers, she was receiving them all herself.
“Yes.” I squeezed her hand, making sure it was real. She squeezed back and pulled me towards the shrine. I followed her through that portal and never looked back.
That was, well, who knows how long ago. Time is different in her realm. Sure, the sun rises and sets, but the seasons do not change. It is always spring. And the moon is always full here. It was a shock at first, and some days it still bothers me.
A soft hand on my face brings me from my memories. She’s looking at me, a concerned look on her sleepy face. “Are you ok?”
“Yes.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“About the first time we met.”
She smiles and nods. “I was rather angry when we met. My poor warrior was hurt, alone, and so very angry.”
“We were both angry, but only you were beautiful.”
She smirks and looks away, a slight blush on her face. When she looks back up at me, her face is serious. “Are you still angry?”
I think the answer over for a moment. “Sometimes.”
“Are you angry now?”
“No. I’m happy.”
Her smile widens and her eyes shine. “Why?”
“Because I am here with you, and you make me happy.”
“I am glad to hear that.” She presses a kiss to my lips. I moan at the softness of her lips and how sweet she tastes. When she rests her head back against my chest, and my arms wrap around her, I understand how a person could be home.
You are a goddess with devoted female worshippers. You don't ask much from them but to serve you and your needs.
You who would domm them. Have one of them on their backs as you bind their hands from touch you. Biting and sucking them as your pussies rub together. Until you release but you don't let then cum until you think they deserve it.
You have them eat you out while you sit on your throne. Pushing their heads deeper into you as you climax.
Your pregnant worshippers, those you graced with your powers, you have them on your alter. Sucking their tits until milk releases. Fucking into them until their release flows down the alter.
You are their goddess and they will only serve you
