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Embrace of the Goddess: Epilogue

Part 2: The Princesses

Tiriniel’s Temple of Dawn’s First light was the chief gem in the crown of Azora’s temples. It was dome shaped with spires shooting out of every radial point like the sun rising above the horizon. Acolyte’s from all over creation made pilgrimages to this holy sight. It is said that Azora first touched down here when she came to dwell with mortals, though Maloth knew that to be a convenient lie. They both fell, kicking and pulling on each other’s hair, as they crashed to this stinking realm of decay and frailty. They landed in a swamp now called Acheron’s Gap. It’s mostly inhabited by gator farmers. No. That didn’t fit the grand narrative of Azora, the grand lie. That would be Maloth’s first order of business. She would set the record straight, including how she was consumed by her sister, slumbering in the consciousness of the goddess these people worshipped. For the whole time, some part of them worshipped Maloth, and that secret would make the transition of power easy.

“I was thinking,” Maloth said as they walked past two older women with silver hair pinning a younger woman to the ground and eating her out as she begged them to stop and pumped her pelvis against their faces simultaneously.

“Yes, my goddess?” Iriel slipped her clawed hand into the flawless pale hand of Maloth.

“Those spires could be redesigned.”

“I imagine we’ll be doing a lot of redesigning.”

“Tentacles?” Maloth turned to Iriel and arched a flawlessly smooth and thin eyebrow.

Iriel laughed. “Hmmm, is that the symbol you’d like the world to know you by?”

“They know me by darkness, love. And darkness can have any shape it pleases. Only the light is constrained by the limits of the eyes and sensibility of aesthetics.”

“Then we shall make it whatever shape pleases my goddess.”

Maloth smirked. “I’ll continue to think it over.” Maloth paused and took in the sights around her. As they moved deeper into the heart of the city, the thirst and desperation of the citizens rose to a mania. Women, half passed out and quivering from repeated orgasms, were being dragged through the streets by their heels by other women with more energy. They brought them as close as they dared to Maloth and then squatted over their exhausted lovers. The sleepy girls stuck out their tongues, and women writhed and moaned as they let their pussies glide over their lovers’ mouths. But they kept their eyes on Maloth and Iriel, showing off their hunger and stamina, their depravity and thirst.

“The city is eager,” Iriel said. “They love you.”

“The pious always want someone to serve.” The goddess smirked. “Even if it goes against everything they’ve committed themselves to.”

“Is that why you chose me? The most pious of all?”

Maloth laughed. “No, pet. No.” Maloth stopped and spun Iriel to the side. They were face to face, and the pale goddess cupped Iriel’s cheek in her hand and held her for a moment. They must have been a strange juxtaposition: Iriel twisted, dark, and glorious compared to Maloth’s silvery cruelty. A year ago, Iriel was vain enough to think the reflection would have been reversed, her holding back the darkness in her shining coppery skin and glorious hair like rusted dawn. Now she was the beast that hid in the shadows, and Maloth was the sun that exposed her delightful corruption to the world.

“You were never pious,” Maloth said. “You haven’t served a single soul but yourself until you met me. In many ways, if you held to the old moral codes of Azora, you were worse than me. I’ve only behaved as the cosmos crafted me, but you were something small that thought itself grand. You made others small to reinforce that delusion. That is the twisted deviancy Azora fostered in her worshippers.”

Iriel blushed and tried to turn away from the bright and piercing eyes of Maloth, but the goddess’s grip was strong. She stepped closer and brought her lips next to Iriel’s ear.

“Azora would teach you that being awful demanded shame, but that won’t fix you, will it? Shame burrows your sins deep underground where they fester and grow.”

“Then what?” Iriel whispered.

“We bring them out and raise them to be proper abominations.” Maloth leaned back and put her hands on Iriel’s shoulders. “You thought you were better than everyone else, so I made you that. I flipped the scales. The worst bitch is now the most revered priestess. Azora would loathe it.” Iriel smirked. “I think it has taught you a beautiful lesson.”

“And that is?”

Maloth cocked her head to the side, as though confused. In Orilana’s transformed body, she looked young and naive. Every scar Orilana had earned, every wrinkle she’d forged in worry, had been smoothed out when Maloth completed the ritual. She looked almost twenty years younger, and her servants were still getting used to serving what looked like a teenager.

“That there is no room for morality in the courts of desire.” She upturned her voice, making it almost a question. “Have you not learned yet?”

“I am …” Iriel bowed her head. “I’m working on it.”

“Did you want Orilana to serve me so that you could be with her?”

“Yes,” Iriel said quickly.

“Was that wrong?”

“I … I …”

Maloth shook her head. “And I wanted her body to be my vessel, thus robbing my High Priestess of her desire. Is that wrong?”

Iriel’s eyes widened. “No, goddess. Not at —”

Maloth held up a hand to silence her. “There is only desire and power. When desires compete, the weak demand morality to sort things out. When two desires compete, they default to shoulds and decorum. But in reality, when two desires compete, the strong win. Thus, I have won, and I inhabit Orilana. There is no right or wrong to it. I am stronger than you.”

Maloth spun Iriel and brought her attention to the masses that were creeping closer. Iriel hadn’t noticed how close the moans were, but the streets were littered with the bodies of naked women, writhing and sweating as they fucked as close to their goddess as they could manage. It looked like a massacre by some cruel tyrant had happened outside the temple to make a point. But there was no pain here. There was a chorus of pleasure and desperation, of eager fucking and the infinite desire for the energy to keep fucking.

“See this?” Maloth asked. “This is not wrong or right. It is the powerful taking what they want.” She turned back to her High Priestess. “You thought you were morally superior to everyone. I fixed that by making you powerful. Did you see how quickly your morality melted away when you could take what you wanted? Then I taught you the second lesson, that I am more powerful than even you. Now you are ready for the third.”

“The third?”

Maloth swept her arm, gesturing to the masses. “Now we take what we want together. No shame. No doubts. You tasted that when you kept a sliver of Orilana inside of me.” Maloth smirked. “That was clever.”

Iriel smiled. “Thank you, goddess.”

Maloth stepped behind Iriel and wrapped her arms over the bare skin of her demon priestess. She let her fingertips trail over Iriel’s tight tummy and up to the swell of her breasts. They teased the sensitive skin under Iriel’s breasts, and the demon gasped as pleasure surged through her.

“Remember,” Maloth whispered in her ears. “There is no morality to protect you now. If I do not want you anymore, nothing obligates me to keep you. Only if you can stay the locus of my desire will you have my blessing.”

Iriel bit her lip. “I think my lover latched onto your willpower shall keep your attention, goddess.”

Maloth nipped at Iriel’s ear. The High Priestess shrieked but let it ease into a pleasant moan. “We shall see,” Maloth said. “But for now, yes.” Maloth squeezed Iriel’s tits as she pressed against Iriel’s back, thrusting her pelvis against Iriel’s ass.

“You could take me right here,” Iriel whispered. “Show them how to fuck.”

Maloth laughed. “I want my present more. Maybe later if I like what you’ve given me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The two untangled, and Maloth waved her hand. A small gust of black magic shot from her hand and parted the masses, leaving a path right up to the temple. The palace had been made from angelstone like the walls around the city. It is cleaner and purer than marble, said to look like sunlight striking water on a clear day. It was an impossible white, as impossible as the purity of Azora is impossible to attain. They walked through the huge central dome deep into the Holiest of Holies. Iriel was one of three women in all of creation that were allowed in the inner shrine. Once a year she would fast for six weeks and meditate. Well, that’s what she was supposed to do. In reality, she brought books and read them while her favorite and most trusted servants brought her snacks.

The room held two other women — women who were not permitted to worship in Azora’s precious sanctum. They were twins, the two Elven princesses of Tiriniel, Cara and Shina. Both twins had the rare blonde of their royal bloodline. They were both young, barely out of their teens, and had the arrogance and beauty that went with royal youth. Their matching faces were angular, and their lips were thin and dark, made up with a blood-red paint. They were both dressed in thin and tight tops that covered their arms and chest but exposed their tight stomachs. They had thin skirts that pooled along the floor and their arms and ears were adorned with bangles and golden chains. Cara wore a bright berry pink, and Shina wore a cobalt blue. Other than the colors, they were dressed like some chamber bed slave a lordling would have to amuse himself.

But they hadn’t picked their dress for this meeting.

The room was adorned with pillows, wine, fruit, chocolate, and incense. These had been brought in by Iriel’s demand in anticipation of Maloth’s arrival and as a condition of the city’s surrender. Had they needed to, Melior could have led her legions into the city and slashed each unwilling life to pieces. The city could have run with blood instead of sweat and lust, but that was avoided all thanks to Iriel’s clever maneuvering and one twin’s weakness. All they had to do was betray their mother to Prim, throw open the gates, and meet Maloth in the Holiest of Holies and the city would be spared.

Not every city they conquered had been as wise as these princesses.

The twins rose when they saw Maloth. Their eyes widened with fear, but Iriel savored the dilation of their pupils. They had never seen anyone as beautiful as Maloth. No one had. She truly looked like a painting of Azora come to life and walking among mortals once again. Iriel smirked to herself. Cara — the one in pink — lowered herself to her knees, but Shina stood with her mouth agape. After a moment, Cara grabbed her sister’s hand and brought her to her knees as well. Cara kept her head bowed, but Shina watched with reverences as Maloth eased her way into the Holiest of Holies.

“This is your present,” Iriel said. “May I introduce the twin princesses of Tiriniel?”

Maloth licked her lips at the scene before her. Iriel warmed with pride. Clearly her goddess liked the gift, but this was only the wrapping for what she had in mind. Maloth stepped closer to the women, circling around the slender elves, inspecting their curves, appreciating the way their clothing hid and highlighted the most sensual parts of their bodies.

Then, a scent. A perfect and favored scent of Maloth. It was, perhaps, the greatest difference between her and her dead sister. For the scent wasn’t the obvious lust of one woman. Azora could appreciate the lust of a blushing bride and her eagerness to please her partner. Nor was it the painful fear of the other sister, for Azora could savor the awe and fear of one on their knees in worship before the light. No. It was the spicy scent of betrayal, like a bright orange pepper powder the elves harvest in the desert. Azora could never truly appreciate the breaking of a bond, the abuse of a trust, the slow turning as “I” becomes more important than “Us.” But it was rich in this room, like a perfume made to soften Maloth’s mind, like the heavy vapor of dryad pheromones making men hard and women melt. For what could be better than the arrogance of betrayal? For one to stare into the universe and claim that their comfort, their desire, their pleasure, was more important than the bonds of love or community or trust or …

Sisterhood.

Maloth’s knees softened as a wave of lust washed over her body — Orilana’s body. The captain of the paladins was raised on order and duty and honor. A traitor was the worst thing a woman could become, and yet she had been mingled with Maloth too long. The greater the honor, the greater the fall. The corruption of one sister against another was the greatest taboo Orilana could fathom. Of course, that made it the most delicious meal to the dark goddess.

“This one —” Iriel started but stopped as Maloth raised a hand.

“Shhh,” Maloth brought her finger to her lips and smirked. “I can smell it on her.”

Iriel smiled. She watched her goddess pace between the women, she was taking her time with them, devouring them with her eyes, savoring each moment of anticipation. Cara — the one in berry pink — stayed perfectly still, but Shina — the one in cobalt blue — trembled as Maloth watched her. Could it be anticipation? No. She reeked of fear. Not the fear of a worshipper, but one who thought herself near death.

If only she knew how right she was.

Maloth paced between the two women, drawing lazy figure eights with her path. As she stepped closer, she let her fingertips glide over their necks. Their skin was flawless and smooth. Such a gift to be young. They’d have to be a goddess or a demon to be any closer to perfection. Maloth wanted to know if they would break, so she let the moment draw out between them. If the anticipation or terror were too much for them, they wouldn’t be fit for the gift of her curse. They thought to be like Iriel, to burn a city in order to find power. Maloth respected that. It was noble to build a kingdom only to trade it away, to not be satisfied with being queen when you could become an empress. Maloth loved that initiative, that drive, that hunger for more, that dissatisfaction with the present, that arrogance, that cruelty, that lust. This was the deciding moment for them. If they could not hold out, they didn’t deserve to serve in Maloth’s court.

Finally, she stopped behind Cara. “Twins,” said the goddess. The sound of any voice was discordant in the perfumed chamber, but Maloth added some power to it, letting it fill the air with vibrations, letting the words run over the perfect skin of her new toys. Shina shuddered. Did she know what she was invoking? She had never met a live goddess before. Azora was dormant and neutered. Serving Maloth was like stepping into a hurricane.

“Did you think to remind me of my sister?” Maloth asked Iriel.

Her demon High Priestess eased herself into a cushioned seat and smiled. “I thought you’d appreciate the symmetry.”

“Perhaps you have some play for them to mime out? A retelling of an old story?”

Iriel shook her head. “I had something a bit more compelling in mind.”

“More than seduction and corruption?”

“Oh, I’m sure there will be more than that. But no scripts. I prefer my entertainment live, like they do at the arenas in Karthas.”

“Mmm.” Maloth ran her hands through Cara’s hair absentmindedly. “A fuck to the death?”

Iriel laughed. “They’re more valuable as a set.”

“True.” Maloth paced around and knelt down in front of Cara. The blonde twin in pink dared to lift her eyes to the goddess. Maloth appreciated the arrogance. “What did my High Priestess promise you in exchange for your honor? Life?” She gazed at Shina, shivering only a few feet away. “Family?” Maloth shook her head. “No, for your mother is almost certainly bloodless or moaning in heat while my vampire fucks her. What then?” Maloth raised a hand and twisted her wrist, conjuring a bright green ball of fel flame. “Power?”

Cara said nothing. Her eyes were locked on the flickering flame, captivated by what Maloth could do, wondering if she would soon be able to do the same.

Maloth extinguished the flame and turned back to Iriel. “You want to know the problem with twins?”

Iriel had grabbed some tall glass of a bright orange liquid that smoked. She arched an eyebrow as she took a sip, sighed with contentment, and pulled the glass away. “Do tell, love.”

“Matching is only cute for so long. At some point I’ll want to distinguish between the two and I can’t very well go on calling them the pink one and the blue one in my mind.”

Maloth turned back to Cara. “You know they say that’s why I killed my twin. To distinguish myself. As though I couldn’t stand to belong to a matching set.” Cara didn’t react. Her face was placid, but her eyes were still hungry, captivated. It was as though she had waited her whole life for this moment. “But that wasn’t it at all. Anyone could tell we were different. Her worshippers bowed to kiss the ground. Mine bowed to get fucked. Do you know why I killed her?”

Doubt flickered over Cara’s face. Her eyes darted to Iriel, then to her sister that hadn’t moved from her posture, keeping her face on the ground. Then she brought her gaze back to the goddess. Maloth smiled sympathetically and put her hand on Cara’s cheek.

“It’s okay,” the goddess said.

“Self-defense?” guessed the princess. “She wanted to eradicate you.” Cara looked over at her sister again.

Maloth clicked her tongue and brought Cara’s gaze back to her eyes. “No, love.” Then all at once, Maloth surged forward. She lifted Cara up off her feet with a kiss, pressing her body against the pale elven princess and carrying her to the back of the room. She slammed Cara against the wall, but her cry was muted by the kiss of the goddess. The blonde hesitated for only a moment, and then she melted into Maloth, running her hands over Maloth’s shining skin, parting her lips, letting out hot moans and then kissing again as though she could drink the very divinity from Maloth.

Just as suddenly as she started, Maloth ended the kiss and stepped away. Cara’s chest heaved and her pupils dilated with lust. All of her hesitation and faked subservience melted away as her eyes roamed over Maloth’s body, stopping at the piercings in the goddess’s nipples.

“I did it because I wanted to,” Maloth said. She wiped her lips with her slender fingers. “Just as you betrayed everything.” Maloth pointed to Shina. “Not for her.” She pointed towards the masses fucking and marching closer to the temple. “Not for them.” Maloth pointed to herself. “And certainly not for me. It was for you entirely, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” Cara said breathlessly. She seemed to realize her boldness and bowed her head at the last moment. “Yes, Goddess.”

Maloth laughed and stepped closer, putting her finger under Cara’s chin, and lifting it up to look at her. “No, no,” she said. “Don’t start acting like your sister. Then I won’t be able to tell you apart. Here.” With a flick of her wrist, sharp claws extended from Maloth’s fingertips. She flung them down Cara’s body, avoiding the skin and expertly cutting away the whorish outfit Cara was wearing.

“Better,” Maloth said. She drank in the tight lines of Cara’s stomach as the fabric slowly floated to the ground around her. Nearby, Shina squeaked, but no one looked at her. Maloth’s shining body illuminated Cara’s own beauty, and the tension between the women rose. Maloth was either going to consume, debase, or fuck this girl. She wasn’t sure she couldn’t do all three.

Maloth’s eyes lingered on the bone piercings etched with purple runes in Cara’s nipples. She looked back at Iriel. “I assume it was after.”

Iriel nodded. “She had to earn it first. She’s quite skilled with her tongue. I recommend she service you under her free will.”

Cara blushed, and Maloth laughed. “I’ll remember that.” She slipped her finger into Cara’s mouth as casually as though it were her own mouth. “Whatever comes next,” Maloth said as Cara automatically sucked on the goddess’s finger. “I’ll want to highlight that skill.”

Cara muttered something that sounded like “yes, goddess,” and Maloth took her finger out of her toy’s mouth and stepped back.

“You want to be distinguished?” Maloth asked.

“Yes, goddess.”

“Powerful?”

Cara’s breath caught. “Yes, goddess.”

“Known and feared?”

Cara’s chest heaved more than Maloth’s kiss had. “Yes, goddess.”

Maloth turned back to Iriel and smiled. “We’ll have to differentiate them if I’m ever going to tell them apart.”

Iriel drained her cup and grabbed a bunch of pearl white grapes. She twisted her wrist as though to say, “do whatever you want.”

Maloth brought her attention back to Cara and placed her hand between the princess’s breasts. She took a deep breath and her hand glowed white. “Then take my mark,” the goddess said. There was a surge of white light. Cara arched her head back, and though she wanted to moan, a piercing scream of agony cut through the hazy and perfumed room. Her twin, Shina, looked up for the first time and tried to rise to her feet to help her sister. But Maloth held out her free hand. The air rushed through the room, extinguishing half of the candles and banishing them to dim light. Shina was locked in place, forced to watch as Maloth burned her sister. From Maloth’s hand, pink lines like scars spread over the flawless skin of Cara. They glowed hot white like a brand as they reached Cara’s nipples and crawled down over her tight stomach, creeping towards her pussy.

Iriel slowly rose to her feet, watching in fascination as the marks over Cara’s body slowly twisted forming something between runes and words. It wasn’t a language Iriel knew, but she understood them perfectly. She caught words like “whore” and “betrayer” though they were just a network of lines to her eyes.

Cara staggered away from the goddess, her hands going to her stomach and running over the marks in her skin. She looked down, and though the “words” must have been upside down, her eyes widened as she read them. She looked up at Maloth.

“What have you done?” she asked.

“Branded you with your story, your deeds, your …” Maloth smiled wide. The gentle kindness of an angelic goddess was gone. Her skin was pale, but her look was dark and hungry. “Your accomplishments.”

Cara looked back down. “But they … but they say …”

“That you killed your mother, betrayed your kingdom, and would fuck your sister if it helped your ambition. That you are power-hungry and cruel. That you are selfish and cowardly. That you are a whore. That despite your education, your greatest skill set is licking the pussy of your betters.” Maloth turned back and looked at Iriel. “Did I miss anything?”

“No, love,” said Iriel with a mouthful of grapes. One hand was between her legs as she watched her wife work. “That about covers it.”

Maloth looked back at Cara. “In my world, you will be heralded as deeply under the sway of Maloth. You should be proud of your defilement.”

Cara’s eyes bounced between the story of her betrayal written on her skin and the condescending and amused look on her goddess’s face. “I …” she whispered. “I don’t …”

“It can be read in any language,” Maloth explained. “Even the illiterate will know what you are, that you are a cruel bitch and an exemplar of my faith. And now,” Maloth stepped closer. Cara tried to step away, but the wall stopped her. Maloth cupped Cara’s face in her hands. She loomed over the elven princess like a mother beaming with pride at their daughter.

“I brand this command on your mind,” Maloth spoke and the air tickled the skin of all four women once more. On the couch, Iriel moaned as she picked up the pace of fucking herself. A wine glass shattered, and Iriel gave herself to her pleasure as she watched the beauty of her lover’s work.

“You may never cover these marks,” Maloth commanded. “No clothing or limb may hide them. You will show them always, even if you do not burn with pride.” Maloth let her hands roam over Cara’s body, teasing the marks over Cara’s breasts, trailing the runes all the way down to Cara’s smooth and exposed pussy. “You may walk all the days of your life with this flesh exposed, but no injury will disfigure the marks. Nor will you ever feel cold from sharing your great deeds with all that behold you.”

“Yes, Goddess,” Cara intoned. Her voice was as resonant as Maloth’s, filling the room with rippling power. Cara’s eyes glowed with a pale light as her mind was branded with the new command.

Then, as suddenly as Maloth’s fun started, the tension in the room faded. Lights flickered on, and Cara’s body relaxed. The blonde girl stumbled to the floor, making a sound between a cry and a moan. Maloth paid no attention to her. She turned to Shina, Cara’s twin in blue, still cowering nearby. The girl had begun to sob softly during Cara’s desecration, but no one paid her any mind.

Until now.

“This is the present then,” Maloth said, stepping closer to her new toy.

“Yes, love.”

“She consented to the betrayal?” asked Maloth as she knelt down next to her prey. Shina shivered but didn’t dare move further away from the goddess.

“Of course.” Iriel stood up and got closer, interested to see what her goddess would do to the new plaything.

“Your sin isn’t ambition though, is it?” Maloth whispered to Shina.

The girl didn’t say anything.

“Mmm,” Maloth purred as she stood up. Cara would become proud of her cruelty in time, just as Iriel had. But someone like this, someone crushed by shame, had the power to become truly devious. Maloth thought of how beautiful Melior and Rella turned out once their shame turned to pride incarnate. Yes. Shina was the gift here. Of all the women in the room, she had the potential to become a true nightmare once she no longer ran from the darkness budding inside her.

“I assume she has had the same modifications as her twin?” Maloth asked.

“Yes, love.” Iriel stood next to her wife and kissed Maloth’s shoulder. “I wanted a matching set for you.”

“Mmm,” Maloth purred. She turned and kissed Iriel. She was grateful for the gift. The fact was that she missed the simple and powerful nature of a hunt. In the Abbey, she could slowly force women into her web and then watch them tangle themselves up in their own lusts and perversions. Out in the world, people were overcome with her glory. There was no delicate dance anymore. She had missed the subtle corruption of a soul.

Maloth broke the kiss with a moan, and her High Priestess smiled to herself, clearly proud to make the goddess aroused. Then both women turned their attention to Shina.

“Rise,” Maloth commanded.

Shina squeaked as she tried to resist her piercings, but the spell was too powerful. She rose to her feet — her body seemingly lifted by the little rings in her nipples — and turned to face Maloth when the goddess commanded her.

“Strip,” Maloth said. She grabbed Iriel’s hand and pulled her bride back to the cushioned couches. She turned to Cara and commanded her to help her twin as she settled in a seat, inviting Iriel to sit in her lap, draped over her goddess to enjoy the little show — her present.

Though Shina tried to resist, the purple runes of her piercings burned bright through the sheer blue fabric covering her breasts as the magic compelled her to obey. With each step, her resistance weakened, and she obeyed. But the actions were all empty. She was a drone, not a show.

“Make it sexy,” Maloth commanded. “Seduce me.” The goddess lazily ran her hands over Iriel’s body, letting her fingertips glide up and down Iriel’s stomach, teasing that they may reach Iriel’s breasts but never quite fulfilling the promise. Iriel’s lavender skin was covered in a black pattern of lace detailing. It almost resembled the scarring on Cara’s body, but no words came to mind. It looked as though her stomach was covered in the world’s finest and thinnest lingerie, but Iriel’s breasts and pussy were bare at all times. Maloth would never hide that from her sight.

The two lovers enjoyed the shift in mood as Shina began to sway her hips. Cara — at first hesitant to peel clothing from her twin sister — had found the spirit her goddess wanted her to be in. It could be that Cara enjoyed stripping her sister for her goddess or that she was pretending to do so, but Cara didn’t give that impression. Though she tried to seduce the goddess as she swayed her hips and slowly peeled away the thin fabric, tears still streamed down her face. Maloth didn’t mind. She craved to lick the tears up and savor the salt of them. They were, after all, just another juice of the female body that Maloth enjoyed.

“I like my present,” Maloth whispered in Iriel’s ear. They still had the soft elven features and point despite Iriel’s demonic form. Maloth appreciated that anyone could see a shadow of what Iriel had been, though they could never mistake her as the copper skinned elven priestess that once ruled Azora’s Abbey. She was twisted with jagged points covering sensual curves and tight skin. She was designed to draw you in and devour you.

Oh how, Maloth loved her.

“This is just the beginning,” whispered Iriel as Maloth nibbled her ear. Her voice was thick and breathy as her body sagged and relaxed, becoming clay in Maloth’s capable hands.

“Oh, I know.” Maloth moved her bites to Iriel’s neck, and lightning arched through the demon’s body. She went rigid as Maloth’s fingers found Iriel’s nipples and the piercings there. Maloth smiled at her lover’s response, but her eyes drifted over to her present.

Shina only had a small strip of fabric covering her pussy that some whores called underclothes, though they did more to entice than to cover. Maloth appreciated that Shina was slightly plumper than her sister. Not fat, but the curve at her hips was more pronounced and her breasts were larger. She had less tight lines over her stomach and more of a pleasant roundness.

The goddess licked her lips.

The inner chamber of her sister’s holiest site was hazy with the smoke of incense. The smell of smoke added to the burning candles. Maloth imagined some Haze dens in port cities filled with prostitutes and Shah’s all gorging themselves on fine meats, wine, and whatever staff they could fuck. She appreciated the thought. In a few weeks, she’d have to go to the ocean and show them how one can truly indulge. Perhaps she could exacerbate their gluttony. It could be fun to watch them fuck each other to death.

Shina whimpered as her sister pulled down the last piece of clothing. The plumper twin tried to sexily kick off the small underclothing, but her face was twisted in pain. Her heart wasn’t in it.

“Cara,” Maloth whispered, beckoning the scarred girl over. Cara came over immediately and bent down to listen. “Kiss her hungrily,” Maloth commanded. “Don’t stop, no matter what she says. And …” Maloth curled her finger, and Cara came so close the two could kiss. “I want you to imagine fucking your mother as you kiss your sister. Whenever you fuck her — and that will be often — think of the mother you betrayed and fuck her stupid. You understand?”

A dim light flared over Cara’s eyes as the command registered. “Yes, Mistress,” she whispered. Once more her breath was ragged, and her chest heaved. Without hesitation, she went over to her sister. Shina looked confused at first, but Cara didn’t hesitate. She pressed against her sister as Maloth had pressed against her moments ago. Shina put up her hands too late, and Cara kept pushing, shoving her sister up against the wall and kissing her passionately. Shina was frigid, her lips unmoving as her sister kissed her. Once Shina’s shock was over, she tried to push her sister off, but Cara grabbed her twin’s hands and pressed them over her head, against the wall. She pinned her sister there and kissed her hungrily, eager to impress the goddess with how low she could sink.

She’d have to crater through creation to impress Maloth.

“You won’t order Shina to kiss her back?” Iriel asked as her hands once more drew lazy circles over her clit.

“Of course not.”

Iriel smirked. “Goddess, I love you.”

“Mmm, I know.” Maloth lifted Iriel up and turned her around. Iriel sat in Maloth’s lap, straddling her, and the two kissed. It wasn’t the hungry or pornographic kiss of the twin sisters on the opposite side of the room. It was gentle and tender. It was eager and considerate. It was delicate and loving. Cara was guzzling water after a lifetime in the desert while Shina drowned, but Maloth and Iriel were taking slow and lazy sips of wine. They had an eternity to enjoy each other’s kisses. There was no rush. That made each kiss precious, each moment fleeting. They would take their time with each other. Always.

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