"Would you like that, Jade?" I asked the oriental beauty, running my hands through her feathers as I ran my dick through her cunt, "Would you like to be the leader of my new disciples?"

"Surely Captain Tanasi is more qualified." Jade moaned, glancing at Sara.

"Sara has experience, but you can always get experience. You have the spirit, and that’s not something you can teach." I crinkled my nose, very-much enjoying the look of gratitude Jade wore in reaction to my praise. It seemed my words were worth more than gold to her.

"It is an honor… Mistress." Jade said, drawing the last word out cautiously. I didn’t correct her. I turned her leg-over-leg until she was on her back, then I splayed her legs to the sides, and railed between them. She cried out with each thrust now, her equanimity thrown to the wind, her voice high and joyous. Her doll-like face was flushed, her eyes wide, her mouth gaping, her head titled back as her spine arched beneath her, its curve increasing with every thrust I dealt. I pressed myself breasts-to-breast with her, and shared my mouth once again. This time, Jade wasn’t bashful with her kiss, but vulgar with her tongue, hedonistic with her lips. It was wet, and sloppy, and filled with moans as we grinded together, converging, rising in congruence with the ecstasy taking us.

"I’m coming!" Jade announced, though she hardly needed to. She was thrashing wildly beneath me, her legs kicking sporadically, her head whipping from side to side, as though trying to exercise the feelings possessing her. Seeing her like that, seeing her joy, seeing her ecstasy, it… it angered me. There must be a penance! said a different part of me, The Holy Mother demands punishment for this sin! It was a bastardization of my piety, and it raged to the forefront of my mind. It was my darkness, my true darkness; not the ambassador that cajoled me, nor the hedonist from Passion’s womb, but the woman who had laughed while she burned Passion alive.

"Time for you to get some experience, Jade." I snarled as I pulled out of Jade’s pussy, ran my tip down her moist taint, and forced myself into her virgin shithole. She screeched, her rectum wrapping around me in clenching agony, her reddened, swollen pussy spurting her ecstasy. I turned to my side, grabbed a fistful of Sara’s flailing hair, and forced her face into Jade’s crotch. Night Eyes uncinched the belt that wrapped Sara’s mouth, and the high-elf enthusiastically ate her winged-counterpart’s oozing cunt.

"Please, Mistress!" Jade screamed.

"Repent, whore!" I growled, finding my maximum depth in her, and stretching her with each thrust until it was deeper.

"I don’t know how to repent!" Jade sobbed, bucking her hips, grasping at the bedding, flapping her wings against the sheets. I slapped her hard across the face.

"Repent!" I screamed again, and Jade sobbed in return. I drove relentlessly into her battered hole, watching her face grow red, watching her cheeks puff with her held-back scream, watching her eyes glisten with pain.

"Repent!" I hissed, grabbing the back of Sara’s head, and smooshing her muzzle into Jade’s cunt, "Repent!"

Jade’s lips trembled. "I don’t what I did wrong."

"You worship a false god." I whispered, touching those trembling lips with one finger, "You offered yourself willingly to her, and you laid with a heathen idol like the blasphemous whore you are! Now, repent!" My voice hardly sounded like me at all. It was raspy, hateful, and manic, but it came from my mouth, and it spoke my thoughts. Jade looked at me, confusion mixing with terror and pain. Astrid laid next to her friend, petted Jade’s black hair, and whisped something in Jade’s ear. Jade nodded tearfully, and I felt her loosen on the inside, unclenching her muscles, offering me no resistance. I entered her relentlessly, feeling her stretched rim sliding down my shaft, twitching sporadically, feeling her rectum squeezing me, but not resisting me. She thrashed, heaved and pivoted on kicking heels, but her surrendered hole stayed relaxed, and soon, the violence of her motion followed suit. The expression she wore began to soften; her brow furrowing, her eyes growing needful, her quivering lips gaping. She started shifting her hips in time with my thrusts, pushing against me, taking me in as I drove. Her chin titled back every time our bodies met, and her neck striated with the tension of her growing pleasure.

"Punish me." Jade gasped, and it was a breath filled with masochism, "I am a sinner who needs to suffer! Give this whore what she deserves!"

"Yes!" I laughed, then turned to Night Eyes, my insane grin reflected in her black orbs, "If you wish to taste the honey, you must first stomach the bitterness! I’m glad you got it, Jade!" And I slapped her again, sending her head whipping, her hair flailing. She didn’t cry out, but her shoulders pinched back, her breast jutted forward, and her arms stretched to her sides, presenting herself, giving herself, asking for more. I gave it to her. Again, and again, and with every strike I delivered, Jade moaned louder, pushed harder, writhed beneath me in a dance of euphoria, stirring her asshole with her gyrations, stretching it around my driving rod, gaping herself for her own pain, for her own pleasure. Sara drooled dumbly across Jade’s pussy as she panted her exhilarating ascension, her unfocused eyes speaking of mindless euphoria. Her back oscillated in waves, each motion ending with her ass driving against Night Eyes’s pelvis, her porcelain domes now ruby with abuse. With a scream, she gushed her release down her legs, and Night Eyes unceremoniously tossed the high-elf aside, where Astrid greedily took the leftovers. I pulled out of Jade’s ass, and pushed back into her pussy, sullying her pristine womanhood with her own filth. She loved it. She wrapped her legs around me, and I hoisted her up, pressing bellies, breasts and lips, and opening her wide for Night Eyes. Jade’s head flew back, her wings spread wide, and she screamed to the ceiling. I felt Night Eyes push against me from the other side, filling what I had broken in for her. She wrapped her hands in Jade’s hair and pulled, and I wrapped my hands around Jade’s neck, and squeezed.

"Temptress!" I growled, spittle flying from my mouth, speckling Jade’s face, "You were sent here to set me astray from the righteous path!"

"I am sorry!" Jade squeaked, her abdomen clenching with spasms against me, her pussy gushing with release after release, each one more violent than the last.

"You are a harlot of Satan, a wretched slut dressed in the skin of purity! Admit it!" I growled, feeling my internal organ quaking, the pressure building.

"I do not know of what you speak!" Jade was sobbing the words through her constricted throat, but her tears were of ecstasy, and her screams were exaltations.

"Liar!" I growled. Jade’s hips were shifting right to left, grinding in a sinuous wave as she was penetrated back and forth, fucked like piston, never given a chance to relax.

"I… can’t… tell… untruths…" Jade’s eyes rolled into her head, spit leaked down her chin, her mouth hung open, expelling possessed euphoria through a strangled throat. Her hands grappled for purchase on my back, and she mindlessly heaved to the rhythm of her defilement, her belly spasming with yet another orgasm. Night Eyes and I moved on her like animals to downed prey; grabbing, pulling, slapping, biting, scratching. Night Eyes stretched Jade’s mouth with fish-hooking fingers, and I pulled the tongue out between teasing teeth, and sucked self-indulgently upon it. Jade moaned and licked me playfully back, and I spit her tongue back into her mouth, grabbed her nipples, and torqued her breasts to spirals of beige. Jade screamed her delight, arching her back, pressing harder against me. Night Eyes raked fingers down the High Guard’s flank, and Jade wrenched the other way, her pitch growing higher, her insides clenching in gratitude. Our thrusts became fervent, manic, turning Jade’s delicate spots into a ruin of reddened flesh, leaking with heinous delight. Her body jiggled, her flesh moistened with exertion, her mindless screams grew soundless. I growled and cried out, pumping with all my strength, grinding against Night Eyes from the other side, feeling her throbbing with my ecstasy, hearing her yelping with it every time we thrusted. The pressure in my loins reached its critical point, the pulsing in my prostate turned to a torrent of convulsions, and I roared as I emptied myself into Jade’s womb. Night Eyes drove in tempo with me, and we hoisted Jade aloft between our groins, a trophy of our depravity, her wings spread resplendently as her upturned face exalted breathlessly to the heavens. I grabbed her by the throat, tossed her onto the bed, and sprayed her down with my release. I sullied her body, gave the sinner what she coveted, then I raised my hand, and prepared for her judgement.

"Jade Tao of the Breytan Clan, you are a whore, a blasphemer, and a heretic. What say you to these charges?" I stood over her, heat radiating from my palm, watching her eyes clarify, focus, and come to realization. She didn’t cower before me, nor raise her arms to shield, nor even object. She just bowed her head.

"If you say I am those things, then I am those things, Mistress." Jade whispered, "I accept your judgement, and your punishment."

"Then in the name of The Holy Mother, I sentence you to death." I whispered the words, my excitement too great to give voice to. The plasmatic ball formed, its brilliance reflecting against the walls, so bright that it created a contrast of black and white, with no shade in between. Jade closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

Diamond, Lucilla, God. The voice whispered in the deepest reaches of my mind. I closed my hand, and let out a breath of my own. The room dimmed, the colors returned, and blackness flowed from my lips. There was so much of it. It flowed from me like smoke, dissipating into the air, then coalescing, swirling, and shooting back into Night Eyes. There was a pregnant silence where Jade looked at Night Eyes, Astrid looked at Jade, and Night Eyes looked at me. There was a flash of beige, a flash of blonde, and a clash of steel. Jade’s sword was an inch from Night Eyes’s throat, barely blocked by the flat of Astrid’s blade. The two Valkyries shifted so quickly I could barely see it. Astrid ran the edge of her sword up the length of Jade’s katana, slapping it away, before springing forward. Jade backflipped from Astrid’s leg swipe, arced her sword with the movement, and forced Astrid to rapidly sidestep before she was split down the middle. Astrid moved fluidly with the motion, bringing her side-stepping leg into a kick, tripping Jade mid-flip, and swiping her sword around. Jade adapted as she fell, turned her descent into a roll, blocked Astrid’s swing behind her back, then unfurled her wings, flapped, and corkscrewed into the air, the point of blade leading her, aimed right at Night Eyes’s chest. A steel hand burst from the wall, grabbed Jade, and held her parallel to the bed, her arms still outstretched, her wings flapping between the metal knuckles.

"Stop!" I yelled. The steel fist squeezed until Jade’s eyes were popping, then dropped my High Guard breathlessly onto the bed.

"Corruption!" Jade managed to choke-out.

"I know." I said, kneeling beside the woman, "I should have told you beforehand."

"You…" Jade searched my eyes.

"Yes," I nodded, "but she’s gone now."

"Which makes it a tie game," Night Eyes groaned beside us, "and nobody likes extra innings."

"Sudden death is much more exciting." Sara whispered, holding a blade to Night Eyes’s throat. Where she’d been keeping the knife, Good Mother only knew.

"No, Sara." I shook my head, and Sara pulled away, but not before planting a threatening kiss on Night Eyes’s throat. Night Eyes smirked back at the elf, running her finger across the spot with equal threat.

"Mistress, you cannot let her live!" Jade insisted.

"I can do as I please, Jade. Remember your place." I said softly.

"Yes, Mistress." Jade’s eyes averted to their natural downcast position, "Please forgive me."

"Hey," I raised her gaze by the chin, "call me ‘Your Holiness.’ You’re not my slave, Jade; you’re my disciple." I let my hand fall, "Unless, given what has come to light, you no longer wish to follow me."

"I would die a thousand times for you." Jade replied, that adoration in her eyes, that love, that reverence. I leaned forward, and kissed her, and she kissed me back; demurely, subserviently, but not weakly. Jade had tasted the pleasures of womanhood, and the girlish apprehensiveness she’d shown before was gone. It was why I didn’t suggest we return our relationship to its previous status; that, and for more… selfish reasons. I breathed deeply, and felt the vacancy left in my lungs. I had been so self-assured, so confident in my righteousness, so certain of my purpose. I had been the Flame of God, her judgement, her hunter, her Destroyer, and now, I was just Julia, but not the same Julia. A darker Julia. How much longer can I take this?

"I really wish you’d hate me." I whispered to Jade.

"Why?" she asked, concern in her eyes. I looked at Night Eyes, and saw that she wasn’t grinning her usual, confident grin at me. She was studying me closely, narrowing her eyes, tapping her temple contemplatively.

"Because I’m going to deserve it."

LUCILLA

It had taken me two hours of looking for Diamond and Justina before I realized my beloved had sent me on a wild goose chase. They weren’t in Brandon’s temple, nor were they in Willowbud’s. Julia just wanted me out of the house. I paced back and forth, biting my nails, running through the possibilities. My mind had always been in the gutter, but now it was in the cellar, and it was going to some very dark places. She never loved you, Lucilla. She only bound with you because she didn’t know any better. She had real love once, but you stole it from her. She hates you for waking her from Passion’s spell. She wishes you’d just let her be. She could’ve been happy forever with Diamond and Passion, but you just had to destroy her family, didn’t you? My hands balled, my eye blurred, and I took two stumbling steps, before collapsing to the ground. You’re a weak piece of shit, and Julia needs strength. I tore at the grass. You were just a hole for her, and now she’s found a better one. I bawled into the ground, snot running from my nose, tears running from my eyes. I tore at the roots until I was ripping soil from the earth, and showering my naked body with it. My fingernails had already been chewed to stubs, and now they splintered from my fingers, shooting pain up my hand. The distraction was pure relief, and for a moment, I understood why all those emo girls in middle school cut themselves.

"Why are you digging up my lawn?" a familiar voice asked. I looked up to see the blurred outline of Brandon.

"I’m looking for Diamond and Justina." I whimpered.

"Do you think they’re hiding in there?" Brandon asked, crouching to my level.

"They may as well be." I fretted, looking at the earth as it fell between my fingers. Brandon sighed, and wrapped me in his arms. I shuddered against him, curling my knees to my breasts, pulling as much of him around me as I could manage.

"They’re at it again, aren’t they?" Brandon asked.

"Yeah." I sniffled.

"I didn’t think you were the jealous type."

"Then you’re shit at reading people."

"If it took you this long to figure that out, then so are you." Brandon chuckled, and I snorted with him.

"Doesn’t it bother you?" I asked.

"Not really." Brandon said, repositioning me on his lap, "Willowbud and I just… understand each other, I guess."

"Or you don’t really love her." I said, wiping my face.

"You don’t know what you’re talking about." Brandon said softy.

"If you loved her, you’d be as terrified as me and Willowbud are." I replied.

"Willowbud isn’t scared of Julia." Brandon chuckled.

"Not of Julia."

"Of you?" Brandon laughed.

"Of Angela." I said, meeting Brandon’s eyes, seeing his mirth leave him, "She’s terrified of Angela, because Angela could take you from her. Why do you think Willowbud made you ditch her?"

"She’s my sister, Lucilla." Brandon’s voice was wavering, "Gloria fucked with my head and made me want her, but I don’t love her romantically."

"Then why did you make her a new body, if you know you won’t bind her to it?" I asked, "And more importantly, if you do love Willowbud so much, why haven’t you bound with her?"

Brandon didn’t answer, but stared wordlessly at the stars peeking through the canopy of his grand arboretum. Through a window, I saw those same stars reflected from the top of Julia’s temple, whose straight sides mirrored the millions of lights shining from Drastin, and whose domed top magnified the constellations above. On the grassy expanse that divided the three temples, a lone figure strode toward us.

"When they love you, Lucilla, they always come back. So, go to Julia." Brandon whispered as Willowbud knocked on the bamboo gate. I got off him, and wiped the grief from my face. I past Willowbud on my way out, and she didn’t give me her usual sneer. She nodded to me, and I nodded to her, and we made our way to the ones we loved.

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<span class="underline">Postlude: From the Water

FLORA

"Please help me, Freydis!" I hissed into the pillow. My knees pressed into the mattress, the sheets wadded and damp between my grinding thighs, my fingers moving behind me, inside me, sullied with my secretion.

"Discipline will save you, Your Grace." Freydis just said, looking out the window of our shanty hut. The golden armor of an Ofanian gleamed resplendently in the moonlight, it’s bearer hovering a block away. Freydis watched her from the edge of the window, obscuring herself behind the curtain, petting her pussy with one hand, and penetrating it with the other. The groceries she’d gotten on her trip lay forgotten on the floor, along with the leather armor and oversized cloak she’d stripped off the moment she’d returned.

"I’ll touch you." I whispered to her, looking ravenously over her busty, muscular body, "I’ll touch you however you want."

"You can watch me, if it helps." Freydis replied, still looking out the window.

"Goddamn it, Freydis!" I growled desperately, my unsatisfying fingers burrowing into my holes. I’d never touched myself anally before, but now I had four fingers back there, and was seriously considering the thumb. I had no such compunctions about my womanhood, which greedily swallowed my other hand to the wrist.

"They are looking for me." Freydis said, studying the winged-warrior, "His Holiness considers me a threat, undoubtedly due to your sister’s testimony. Your paranoia has cost us dearly."

"You were unconscious when Julia killed Passion; you didn’t see what she did." I gasped into the pillow, "If you had, then you’d understand. Even if she’s not an agent of the emperor, she is still too dangerous, and far too volatile."

"I must seek the Bound One out."

"Are you nuts?!" I groaned, my legs quivering from yet another unfulfilling climax.

"I have sworn myself to her."

"But you owe yourself to my daughter!" I snapped.

Freydis stayed silent, staring out the window. Every time I asked her about Willowbud or Astrid, Freydis would simply ignore me. I knew it meant she was hiding something from me, as she could not tell a lie, but I didn’t have the capacity to press the issue when every thought was interrupted by a grotesque fantasy of Tera. My flesh burned to feel hers, my nethers ached for her tongue, my mouth watered for her taste. My mind was mostly my own, but my body still belonged to her. It was a disturbingly familiar feeling; It wasn’t the first time this had happened.

The cathedralic canopy of leaves and branches soared above Tera and me as we raced through the undergrowth of Arbortus. She was taller, faster and stronger, but I was born for the forest. I climbed trees like they were stairs, swung from vines with ease, and sprinted atop branches whose path was barely the width of my heel. Tera tried very hard to shadow my movements, but she was a clumsy beast, and even at ten, she was already becoming top-heavy at the chest. Her tail was her only asset when navigating the forest, and it corrected for the awkward footfalls that would’ve sent her careening though the underbrush. I looked over my shoulder, gave my twin sister a teasing wink, then tripped on a root, and staggered forward. Tera took the bait hook, line and sinker. She accelerated, her bronze body turning into a blur of motion, her violet eyes fixed on me. Finally, she would win. Finally, she would beat me at my own game. As Tera crossed the finish line, I saw the look of triumph cross her face, then I saw the look I’d been waiting for.

"Oh, shit!" Tera managed to scream before she went flailing off the side of the cliff. The call of her terror dwindled as she fell, then was silenced with a splash. I split my sides with laughter, barely holding myself upright as Tera noisily floundered in the water, sputtering and cursing, then swimming to shore.

"I still won!" Tera screamed up at me.

"You sure look like a winner!" I called back.

"You know what? It was fun! Thank you, Flora, for enhancing my victory."

"Fun, huh?" I cackled, "I think the water looks a little browner than it was before."

"Bet you won’t jump!" Tera yelled back.

"You bet right, because I’m not an idiot."

"No, but you are a pussy."

"Do you really think I’m that easy?" I smirked.

"Lacus Elmsong was." Tera sneered back, and made kissy-lips at me.

"Liar!" I yelled, "Lacus would never go for you!"

"Ask Soli." Tera giggled, twirling her tail, "She saw the whole thing. By the way, I kissed her too. That makes you the only one of our friends who hasn’t been kissed yet."

"Quit fooling around, Tera!" I yelled, "It’s not funny!"

"Come down here, and maybe I’ll kiss you too." Tera called teasingly, "It can be our little secret."

"I’m telling mom!"

"I’ll just deny it!"

"Then I’ll-" and my words were cut from my throat as the earth below me gave way, and I tumbled head-over-heels off the side of the cliff. The air whooshed, the pit of my stomach leapt into my chest, and I hit the water in a head-first dive. The cold stabbed into me, the darkness surrounded me, and I sliced through the medium like an arrow. I struck the bottom of the pond with my chin, and felt the world vibrate against the inside of my skull. I gasped, and water flowed into my lungs. My chest felt like it was exploding. My diaphragm heaved vainly, my stomach knotted, and I vomited into the depths, but I couldn’t expel what I’d taken. Panic took my mind, forcing me into a delirium. Breathe! Swim! Cough! I didn’t know which way was up, couldn’t discern where the light was coming from, and all the while, my strength seeped from me, and my tortured lungs screamed in agony. The faint sunlight cast its rays through swirling specs in the deep, and I finally discerned its direction. I clawed at the water, trying to swim to the sun, but I was so tired. The cold enveloped me, terrible, piercing, yet… perversely comforting. My vision dimmed, my hands splayed and floated above me, and my body rested against the jagged rocks. Silence. Blackness. Nothing.

Pain. Horrible, deep, pain. My eyes flew open, and I hacked and sputtered. The water spurted from my mouth, and I attempted a useless, drowning breath, but nothing came in. I couldn’t feel my arms or legs, and my hands and feet might as well have been amputated. There was a pressure on my chest, a pounding, then my vision went dark again, and I felt something soft and warm against my cold, clammy lips. Someone else’s air flowed into my mouth, and sank into the water that pooled in my lungs, but oddly, my fading life was no longer a concern. Whose lips were these? How could they feel like that? Why was I suddenly so hot? The moment passed, the sun hit my squinting eyes, and the pressure on my chest continued.

"Come on, Flora!" a familiar voice yelled, "Get it all out! Cough! Cough!"

My diaphragm swished like a half-filled bucket, spurting water in laughable increments from my blue lips. The world was all fading again, blurring, becoming colors instead of shapes, then light instead of colors, then nothing at all. That warmth against my mouth, the sweet breath pouring in. It burned into my dying muscles, electrified my nerves, shot pain back into my chest. Tera kept her lips pressed to mine, and breathed, pushing the contents of her lungs into mine, filling them, expanding them, giving them room. I gagged on the expulsion, my eyes brimming with the pain, and with a wrenching back and a burning throat, I wretched what I’d taken in, all of it, sending it pooling across the rocks. I took a deep, agonizing breath, and felt the life flow back into me.

"Oh my god, Flora!" Tera screamed, pulling me into her arms. She held me against her, resting her chin on my head, petting my stark-white hair behind my ram-like horns.

"Master?" I croaked.

"What?" Tera looked sharply down at me.

"Master?" I asked again.

"Oh shit." Tera gasped. She looked from my face, to her hand, then back again. "Oh-shit-oh-shit-oh-shit!"

"Master." Now it wasn’t a question, but a confirmation. This was my master. Why she was my master, I didn’t know, but I did know that I would do anything for her.

"I am not your master!" Tera said, looking around, panic on her face, "It’s not supposed to happen until I’m older! They said I had more time!"

"Master?"

"Fuck, how do I turn it off?" Tera poked and prodded at me as though I was a machine. It tickled, and I giggled, and Tera only became more panicked. She jumped upright, leaving me on the rocks, and she ran into the forest without a look back. I was left there, confused, scared, and still feeling hot all over. At the time, I was too young to have the urges that would compel me later in life. Instead, the feeling was a thrumming, a persistent burning beneath the skin that demanded that I seek out Tera. I just wanted to hug her, and I tell her how much I loved her.

"Master?" I called to the forest. Silence answered me.

"Master?" I called again. Not the call of the eagle, nor the patter of the woodpecker, nor the chirp of the squirrel. Not even the rustle of leaves in the mid-afternoon wind. I looked to the left, and saw nothing but green. I looked to the right, and the sandstone outcropping filled my vision. Ahead of me, there were only trees, but I wasn’t alone. Silence. Coldness. A whisper. She came from the water.

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