by D. R. Rosier
That was a cold hard truth, and while it didn’t stop her from feeling sympathy for their position, or feeling a need to help them, that didn’t mean she also didn’t recognize they were guilty of being complicit in murder and physical violence due to their instigations.
She shook her head, and then walked out. At least she was easing Daisy’s burden, and maybe a couple of others. That would have to be enough, and it wouldn’t be that much longer she didn’t think.
She returned to her assigned room, and she smiled at the three attendants Lori had given her. The women attendants were going to drive her crazy. They did everything for her, and they pampered her outrageously. She liked them all, but after all she’d been through, she wanted to be independent. They also weren’t an option for her other… problem. None of the attendants were interested in other women, it was painfully obvious to her.
She could handle it, but she’d noticed feeling powerful, and even just the joyful serenity of channeling her goddess’s magic, seemed to… enhance her libido’s needs. At first, she’d been a little horrified at the way Lori acted, but she was starting to suspect it was the magic that got Lori so hot and sensual, not the torture. The dark priestess of shadows was just mistaken at her perceived source of her pleasure, and she admitted, more than a little broken.
They were all that, broken. But life was also good, and life was hope for better in the future. This too shall pass, and she knew her life would be amazing. It was just a matter of time.
“All packed I see.”
Marion nodded, “Yes, mistress.”
“Thank you. We leave in one hour?”
Marion nodded again, “We’ll be riding with the other attendants, the condemned, Carlos, and our priestess’s two lovers in the back. I think we’re also staying behind with a small guard, when they attack the community.”
Her eyes opened wide at that, “I will go to the community near Savannah. I must keep your priestess safe.”
Marion smiled, but neither agreed nor disagreed. They weren’t really her servants. They worshipped Lori and followed the goddess of shadows. They weren’t exactly spies either, Lori was just trying to take care of her. Which was a little ironic in her mind, since she planned to keep her word.
She’d save Lori if it was the last thing she did.
She felt a stirring in her, a feeling. It was time for her next move.
She bit her lip and sighed, “I’m going to pray. I don’t wish to be disturbed until we must leave.”
The three of them nodded.
She sighed, and said a new prayer she’d never uttered before, and her mind seemed to open up. She felt the presence of her goddess, and the presence of someone else as well.
“Hello?” the second presence asked nervously.
She smiled. She imagined she’d just startled the woman. According to Vadea she was only her second human priestess since the return of the gods and magic. She hoped the high priestess was nice, and complied with her plan, or things could get… dicey. Technically Mara was her boss, but she wouldn’t abandon Lori. She was kind of counting on the goddess to weigh in, if it became necessary.
“High priestess Mara, I can’t wait to meet you in the future. I am a new servant of Vadea, possibly your only other priestess, but I hope we can grow to be even more in the future,” she shook her head, she was excited and babbling, she needed to get to the point. She only had an hour, and there was a lot to go over. There’d be more than enough time to get to know her mortal leader under the goddess they both served in the future.
“I have a story to tell you, and… a favor to ask.”
Lori trembled and came on Betty’s tongue, while Nancy bit one nipple and twisted the other. Fuck, she lost herself in the wave of ecstasy that drowned her in pleasure. She wondered if she was a pervert, but she really liked the shock of pain as she went over, mixing with the incredible pleasure as she was bathed by Betty’s tongue. The two together always created a euphoria in her that she couldn’t quite comprehend or quantify.
She came down slowly, and then pulled Nancy up to her lips for a long kiss. She also pulled Betty by the hair lightly, and her other lover crawled up her body to receive a kiss too. She tasted both herself and Nancy’s liquid ecstasy on Betty’s lips. It’d been a long-debauched morning. Usually she put off her appetites until night, but they were about to spend at least a few days on the road, and she wanted to take advantage of the soft mattress one more time.
Besides, all the planning for this aspect of her campaign had been ready for days, Carlos and Brent would have it all in hand. Their lives depended on it, after all.
She drowned in the after bliss of pleasure, all the endorphins giving her a high, and she even enjoyed the sharp spike of pleasure that rocked her body in an aftershock. Damn. She really cared for her two lovers, but as it was, she didn’t think she could ever love them. Though she wanted to. She wanted to connect more than anything. She longed for it even. She’d tried, but she felt coldly seductive inside, rather like her goddess’s voice.
There was more to it than that as well. Betty and Nancy were all adoration and worshipful awe, they didn’t love her either. Not really. They idolized her, worshipped her, saw her as their savior, and would rabidly and crazily do anything she asked of them. It was impossible to build up true intimacy among that, she thought.
Not that she was complaining. Her heart was still slowing from a fast pace, and her body was slicked with sweat. The sex was incredible. They needed to get cleaned up. They were heading for Savannah in just thirty minutes, and it was a long three-day trip. She didn’t want it to start out while sticky. There’d been something nagging her mind the last few days, and she decided then she’d try it.
She prayed, and wild untamed shadows started to circle her feet, and around her legs in loops, like an overexcited puppy. The rush of magic was incredible, and it made her feel even better.
“Betty, Nancy, do you trust me. I want to try something.”
Betty kissed her passionately, “Anything I am is yours, mistress.”
Nancy looked equally as adoring as she nodded in agreement, and although it wasn’t love it sent a thrill down her spine. The power she held over these two women, lovers, and servants.
Lori sent the shadows of domination into her two lover’s bodies and minds.
The two of them gasped slightly, but then just stared at her dreamily. She’d suspected that would happen. Her domination magic only caused pain in the men because she wanted it to. She wanted them to suffer for what they’d done. Step two of her little test was to send her shadows into their minds, their memories, so she did.
She didn’t erase any memories, she wrapped some in shadows, making the hold of them on Betty and Nancy less. She went back through their lives, and winced in anger at the harsh beatings, and what they’d endured. She didn’t soften everything of the last five years of hell for them, but she took the worst of it and wrapped it, made it distant to their psyches. They’d still remember it, but it wouldn’t hurt them when they did. They’d also remember many of the rapes, just as clearly, but not the cruelest ones. Sure, they were all cruel, but there were degrees of cruelty and debasement.
She didn’t take them away, or wrap all of them in her shadows, because she didn’t want to change who they were completely. But she was actually hoping what she did would help them recover, perhaps even to reclaim their sanity, in time.
Because clearly, they were as insane as she was.
Her little test was about more than that of course, she wanted to know if the shadows could do more than cause pain. Do more than punish the guilty or more than simply protect those she wished to with nothing but violence. Still domination, but a gentler aspect of it.
She also noticed right away, that although it still felt fantastic to wield the power, she wasn’t nearly as turned on as when she tortured someone. She still felt pleasure in the power, and her blood stirred as well just not in an overpowering way. She wasn’t exactly sure wha
t that meant, she’d need to experiment more.
The shadows could do a lot of things, like induce fear, could it take fear away? Torment in darkness, could it cradle and hide someone in darkness? Her power would always be based on dark shadows and negatives, but that didn’t mean they had to be cruel negatives, did it?
Her shadows withdrew from their minds when she finished.
Both women immediately started to weep, and she held them to her breasts and crooned to them as a mother would to a wounded child. They wept for almost ten whole minutes, and they were still crying five minutes after that, just not with wracking sobs any longer. She hoped the storm would pass soon, they needed to shower.
She looked up as the door opened, and a shyly smiling Emily walked into the room, which transformed to concern on her face as she witnessed Betty and Nancy’s crying. She felt a little guilty for all of them being naked in front of the child, but it was her rooms after all.
She said, “They’re mourning, I think. This is a good thing. We’re leaving soon. What do you need, Emily?”
Emily smiled, “I have a confession, priestess. Two actually.”
Lori frowned, “What did you do?”
Emily replied, “I’ll be eighteen in two months. I allowed everyone around me to deceive themselves and think me younger. They estimated me at eleven when they caught me, and I didn’t tell them I was thirteen. My body matured very slowly as well, from the lack of food, or maybe I was just meant to be this petite. I just wasn’t sure how to say it, or tell anyone, now that I’m no longer a victim.”
Lori smiled, “I understand why you did it, and there’s no blame for it. I wish I could’ve done so longer myself. What’s the second thing?”
Emily replied with her warm gaze, as she examined them all openly and boldly with hot desire in her eyes.
Her breath caught as she understood. She was also flattered at the desire in the young woman’s eyes. There was no worship in Emily, just simple friendship, affection, and pure unadulterated lust that made her pussy tingle. Emily was also quite an attractive woman, if a bit stunted in growth. Maybe she’d be getting that connection she longed for after all.
“We should discuss that later tonight, Emily. In detail, when these two are feeling better, and we don’t have to leave in fifteen minutes.”
Emily blushed, “I’d like that, Lori.”
She smiled, no one called her by name anymore, and she found she really liked the way it sounded from Emily’s lips. She also had to admit there was a taboo excitement in the idea of adding Emily to their current threesome. They were sister priestesses, but one of light and the other of darkness. Being on opposite sides of the balance like that, really made it a bit wicked in her mind, even if it wasn’t as far as the gods were concerned. That was… really warming her body.
She pulled up the sheet to Emily’s disappointment. She didn’t think they had time for a shower, and she sent out her shadows to summon Carlos. She’d let him spell them clean, then get dressed. She could hardly afford to be late to her own party. She was the hostess, after all.
Katie felt a little guilty, mostly because she was already recovering from the loss of John. It’d only been a week, and the wild blindsiding storms of emotions and weeping had already passed. She felt in control of herself, and if anything, more confident than ever.
What did that say about her? Was she really that cold-hearted? She’d loved him, and he betrayed her. Sure, she wasn’t perfect. She was still hurt and sad, but it was manageable.
Worse, when she turned her head and saw Bria with the sword, all she felt was a deep and abiding relief that it wasn’t John anymore. Dragons could be touchy and grouchy at times, and she suspected if they ever disagreed Bria would let her have it with both barrels when giving her opinion.
But… Katie also knew the storm would immediately pass, and Bria would accept her decision when she made it final. She wouldn’t brood about it for days or pout like a spoiled little boy. That’s how it was supposed to work. She also wasn’t quite resigned to being alone yet. She’d just need to find a man that wouldn’t interfere with her mission, or maybe one that would be fine with not coming along. Missions for the balance weren’t every day after all. They were kind of rare in fact, one every few years was the average, sometimes more, sometimes less, but balancing out over the centuries to that average.
She wondered if such a man existed, that could also sweep her off her feet. She wasn’t in a hurry to find out, but she knew when she healed that she’d jump back in if the opportunity presented itself. Her heart was bruised, a bit battered at the moment, but not dead. She was still just twenty-five years old after all.
Still, it made her wonder if a part of her always knew John wasn’t going to work out. The fact she was getting over it so easily suggested that possibility. She shook her head. It was what it was. It just made her sad, shouldn’t it hurt more? It’d only been seven days.
Bria smirked over at her, then licked her lips teasingly, “So, am I taking over all the duties of the last wielder?”
She giggled, “You wish.”
Bria snickered, “I know you don’t swing that way, but it’s good to see you laugh, and don’t you dare get that guilty look on your face. Oh, and for the record, I really do. Wish that is.”
She blushed, “What’s gotten into you this morning?”
Bria shrugged, “Just realized my social life is going to be hell the next three centuries.”
She smirked, “There’s a lot of times between missions. I’m sure you can find someone to play with.”
Mara rode over, “I think I know why I’m here. I just had a very interesting conversation with one of my priestesses. Well, my only priestess. She has a plan that sounds rather insane on the face of it, but when you consider my skill set, and a few other things, I think it makes sense to try it.”
Katie grinned, “I’m all ears.”
Mara shook her head, “We only have four days I’m afraid, so we need to pick up the pace a bit to beat our objective to the Savannah area. There will be some violence needed, which we’ll need you, Cassie, and the others for, but the balance issue is just one person, and she will be my task.”
Bria said, “I’m digging this new confidence in you.”
Mara grinned, “I was just… worried. I had no idea what to expect, now that I do it all kind of makes sense. Your job was just to get me in range, and make sure I live to take care of it, one way or the other.”
Mara told her about their enemy, what it was about, and then told her the plan.
Katie thought Mara was right, it was crazy, but it also made a lot of sense once she thought about it. They hatched a quick plan, made assignments and fall backs. She was kind of excited too, last time she’d had no idea what was about to happen, until it was happening.
Mara sighed softly in pleasure, a rush of euphoria going through her body as she slowly sunk down on his cock from above. She moaned a little deeper, as she dug her fingernails into his chest and swiveled her hips to grind herself down on him.
The two of them were making love, and her Sean was looking up at her with awe and love in his eyes, as well as the deep pleasure he felt at her loving him from above.
“I love you, Sean.”
He smiled, “Love you too, Mara.”
She could sense Cassie watching them lovingly, though she couldn’t look away from his intensely kind and loving hazel eyes. She knew, because of the light touch on her back, and the soft caress from Cassie’s fingertips. The sweet little breaths of awe and love from the side. She was making love to Sean, but the intimacy was potent between all three of them in that moment.
She’d been riding him painfully slowly for what felt like hours, but it was probably only about forty-five minutes. She’d lost count of her orgasms after nine or so, each one more deliciously powerful than the last. She felt another one coming on strong, as she worked herself on his cock with loving devotion and intimate care. She loved how he stretched her out s
o much, and the way his veins and soft silky skin tugged at her snug and slick walls as she slipped up and down his cock.
She mewled in pleasure, as he worked her breasts gently, sending little shocks of pleasure down her spine to both join and further empower the waves of blissful euphoria emanating from her center. She knew one thing, she belonged to this wonderful man, with the big cock though that wasn’t what it was about. She belonged to him body, soul, and mind, in wicked and loving devotion. She also belonged to her Cassie, who was lightly caressing her ass at the moment, while Cassie’s other hand teased Sean’s body.
She was absolutely shameless where they were concerned. She was glad her goddess didn’t seem to mind she was turning into a little hedonist. They’d taken her to pleasures she’d never imagined existed over the last month, since she’d been a virgin.
She gasped, and smiled dreamily as the orgasm came on, because of Sean’s firm and delicious touch on her waist to keep her steady. Her body continued to ride his cock, as he lifted her and dropped her down gently to extend the powerful wave of pleasure blasting through her.
Then he grunted deeply, and she begged breathlessly, “Yes, fill me, my love,” as she gasped and rolled right into another even more powerful orgasm at the feeling of him pulsing his seed deep inside her body. She trembled and writhed around him, then she felt his touch. His magical touch, and she welcomed the sensation into her body eagerly. The whole time, she never looked away from those hazel eyes. She felt like a goddess of pleasure, given the vulnerability, love, and blissful rapture she found there.
She smiled and bit her lip with a little sigh, as she started to come down.