Wayfinding
@doluusa
Tiffany wrung her hands as she stepped into the cathedral. Her hair, in teal ringlets, curled around her face, bouncing as she looked around. She reeked of nervousness. The woman in a red cardigan stepped quietly, her gaze darting around at everything nearby. Thanks to a very unpredictable life, she was seeking order in religion. And this was the third church she had visited yet.
If she’s looking for order, then the Bacchulum Church seems to have a solid grip on this area of town, whether or not their teachings reflect an adherence to any rule other than the rule of passion. But perhaps the idea of letting go will appeal to her?
If she’s looking for discipline, there’s a tall, mighty figure leading the discussion from the pulpit, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she mistook me for a goddess made real! “Honestly, that’s the whole thing: Your own impetus, or lack thereof, is the only thing stopping you from having what you want! You’re not here because some old man in the sky tells you to be here; you donate because I’ve been around the cosmic block before and you know you just can’t get enough of my tales. When you feel an impulse, well, it’s like that time I landed on that snowy wo - Oh, it seems like we’ve got a new member? Why don’t you come up here and sit with Auntie Dolly; I’ll introduce myself when services are over.”
The girl gawked at the goddess like female in front of her. But when told what to do, she nodded meekly and walked over quietly to “Auntie Dolly”. “Alright…” She whispered the word, a little anxious and yet somehow comforted by her odd confidence. Tiffany sat down quietly, in awe of the tall female leading the discussion. She hoped that this goddess could do what she needed to be done. Give her the discipline and order she craved. Even if it was… Not quite what most would expect.
It’s not too much longer before I wrap up, insisting, “Alright, that’s it for now. Mama needs her down time; get outta here.” Even though I was just talking about how rules and such are hogwash, I also reminded them about how futile it is to go against someone stronger than yourself - and I definitely have the power to toss out anyone that doesn’t listen to me. Once I’ve shut the main doors, I smile at her like a fox in a henhouse. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Doluusa, the Vainglory.”
Tiffany smiles nervously, shifting as she looked up at the powerful woman. “I am Tiffany Smith. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She holds out her hand, to shake. This was different from other churches. So she was very interested indeed.
“So, what brings you to the Bacchulum Church? I certainly hope you’re not a stained glass thief…” I put an arm around her waist and guide her back behind the pulpit, to the door to my own quarters.
She shakes her head, eyes wide in almost comical fear. “N-No, I’ve just been seeking a new direction in my life…” Tiffany allows herself to be led, following you quietly. “I want to find a purpose. I figured religion was a I good way to start.”
“Oh? A new direction, hm?” Another smile creeps across my face, and my dancing tendrils betray that I’m thinking about more than just this conversation. “Let me be blunt: You don’t just want purpose. Any other religion can give you a place to go once a week, a code of morals, and a place to go when you die. You came here because you don’t need more things to do; you’ve already got too much on your mind. You need to cleanse your mind and indulge in worship, no?”
Tiffany eyed the excited draenei nervously. Obviously she didn’t do such things often. But she found herself nodding to Doluusa anyways. “Yes. That’s exactly what I need. How could I even go about such a thing?” She shifts, nervous and mostly quiet as she speaks to you. Knowing you had so damn much to offer.
“Being as magnanimous as I am, I’ll take on all the little worries of your day-to-day, and all I ask for in return is a fair bit of adulation.” Once more, I ask, “Is that what you want? Something to worship and less furrowing your brows?”
Tiffany watches you with the wide eyes of someone tempted, but extremely nervous. “I do want it. I want to worship, worry less…” She could flatter, adore Doluusa if she offered a less stressful life up to the woman.
“Oh, wonderful! I expect you to start immediately, and then we’ll get to the material things the Church needs to absorb for you.” It’s one simple motion to throw open my vestments, revealing my entire awe-inspiring form to my new adherent, and I settle into my armchair. “Come give me a kiss.”
Tiffany gasped when she saw your entire form, before slowly stepping closer. You were more than awe inspiring. And she couldn’t take her eyes off of you. “A kiss?” She echoed slowly. “Absorb?…”
“You don’t have all day, sweetheart. Get over here.” At the moment, it’s not fully hard. Even so, my cervine member is startlingly large, supported in part by the equally hefty balls beneath it. “You can’t expect me to take charge of your life if I’m not in charge of your life, you know?”
Tiffany slowly sinks to her knees in front of Doluusa, eyeing the cock before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the tip. “I suppose you’re right…” She whispered in agreement, kissing the hard shaft once more. “You’re so big…”
I smirk when she decides to start lower than higher, but I put one hand on her head. Her gentle kisses have my cock getting up to full size already, and I start to caress her hair. “I like the initiative, Tiffany. Stay down there, and give me your best.”
Tiffany almost whimpers, but squirms. She wanted to do as told. It felt good to obey. So she nods a bit, cooing instead of whimpering. She kissed the shaft again, and then licked the slit of Doluusa’s cock, before she wrapped her lips around the very tip of it.
Even this alone seems to her a herculean task, given how hefty my member actually is, but I’ve gotten plenty of novice suckjobs before. Still caressing her hair, silently letting her know that I can turn up the intensity whenever I see fit, I coo, “Good start.”
Tiffany can't help but coo in excitement. She slowly began to bob her head, taking more of Doluusa's massive cock into her tight mouth. Tiffany was clearly inexperienced, but also oh so eager to please. Even when faced with an absolutely gargantuan cock. So she worked slowly, but made pleasured noises that nobody could ignore. Coos and moans, even as she just suckled on the tip of her penis.
