O Happy Dagger: One
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Dubious Consent ❤ Sadism/Masochism ❤ F/F ❤ Degrading Language ❤ Facefucking ❤ Girldick ❤ Hair/Horn Pulling ❤ Living-Fucktoy ❤ Physical Restraint ❤ Sensory Deprivation (Blindfold) ❤ Slapping ❤ Telepathy ❤ Unpersoning
The goddess knelt before Athame in the tent, blindfolded, wrists bound. The black fabric of the blindfold made a pretty contrast against her pale, white skin. The binding on her wrists was a strip of the same fabric. It wouldn't be difficult to escape. But the goddess hadn't even tried.
"I don't understand why you're doing this…" Her voice set off sparks in the priestess's mind. The potential was there, but…
"I knew you'd be weakened," Athame said. "I prepared myself for what would be necessary to return you to power. But I never could've imagined just how pathetic you've actually become." She grabbed her chin and tilted her head up to examine her, the claws of her gauntlet digging into divine flesh.
The goddess whimpered. She fucking whimpered. Athame's blood boiled, and she slapped her across the face. She shrieked in pain and surprise. The clawed gauntlet left bright red scratches across her face. They did not heal immediately. Not even enough divinity to heal a fucking cut.
"What's your name?"
"Left In A Hole To Die."
Athame struck her face again. She yelped and started to softly cry, tears leaking out from behind the blindfold. "Wrong! You're The Devouring Light! Say it!" She was being too harsh. She couldn't help it. The goddess's whining brought out the worst in her.
"Th-The Devouring Light."
"Now tell me your name."
"Pathetic Whimpering Bitch." The words were the right words, but the meaning changed somewhere between the ears and the brain. Divine names went deeper than words. The fact that her name had changed that quickly was a bad sign; she had little enough divine presence that Athame's thoughts were having a measurable impact on who she was. It wasn't what Athame wanted, not really, but…it did excite her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
Athame growled in frustration and the goddess flinched. "It's not your fault," she said through bared teeth. It didn't sound reassuring. "You didn't choose this."
"It's my fault. I chose this." Tears slid down her face over the red welt where she'd been hit. Athame clenched her fists. Was she just being contrary? Did she want to get hit again? Or was she just unconsciously mirroring Athame's desires?
"You're barely even here. You're barely even a person right now." Athame wasn't sure whose benefit she said it for.
"I'm not a person right now." The way she said it practically made Athame lose control. That golden voice, tickling down her spine, making her cock twitch. She was on the edge of losing it anyway just looking at her. Pale skin, untouched by the sun for hundreds of years. Full, heavy breasts. Wide, beautiful hips. Long, golden hair. A tall pair of slightly-curving bone-white horns. The body of divinity. Athame had prepared herself to serve a goddess as blinding as the sun, to feed her insatiable appetites, and had found this instead.
Well, maybe it wasn't a total loss.
"Let's get you fixed up. Open your mouth."
The goddess obeyed, opening wide and sticking out her tongue as though she knew exactly what Athame wanted. She probably did. Athame took a gold ring out of her pocket and put it on the goddess's tongue. "Get this nice and wet for me." As she rolled it around inside her mouth, Athame slipped her leggings down around her ankles, pulled her dress up, and took out her dick.
"Open." She did, presenting the wet ring on her tongue. Drool dripped from her open mouth to the floor. Athame took the ring and slid it down her cock to fit snugly at the base. The goddess shuffled forward on her knees, homing in on cock despite the blindfold. When she got close enough on her own, Athame put a gauntleted hand on her face and held her back.
"You know what this is?" Athame smacked her slowly hardening cock against her cheek.
"Uh-huh…" She tried to turn toward it, probing with her tongue, but Athame held her head in position.
"You want it?"
"Please…Give it to me…I need it…" She‘d retained that much at least. Once upon a time, Athame would have been risking her life playing this game with The Devouring Light. But she wasn't too worried about Pathetic Whimpering Bitch draining her life force out through her dick. "Athame, please!"
Athame grabbed a horn and yanked her off the floor by it. She screamed, a sound like silver bells being tortured. "You haven't earned the right to call me that!" In fact, she hadn't even been told that name, and the inconsistency irritated Athame.
"Sorry! I'm Sorry! Mi-mistress! Mistress!"
"Better." She let go and the goddess dropped back onto her knees with a pained squeak.
"Please mistress, your cock..."
"If you want it so much, force me to give it to you. A goddess should be able to do that."
This time Athame felt it: the psychic tendrils of her divine influence, so familiar, yet distinct from what she'd experienced before. But they should have wrapped around her, cracked her like an egg, wormed into every inch of her soul and made her into the goddess's instrument. Instead, they weakly prodded her. Athame didn't even have to steel herself to resist, the feeling just made her dick harder.
"Is that it? Is this what The Devouring Light has been reduced to?"
"Please... give me…"
"You don't deserve it." The goddess made a hungry, whimpering sound and pressed her face harder into the steel gauntlet, straining toward Athame's cock. It must've hurt, but her need was that great. "But you tried, so I'll give it to you anyway."
She grabbed the bitch by the horns and jammed her cock into her mouth. She moaned in pleasure around it.
"You're not a goddess anymore; you're just a fucktoy." Athame punctuated her words by thrusting into the goddess's mouth.
"Mmbm—ahagah—Mmbm—uhhck" An attempt at speech, as though there was any point in repeating what she was told.
"What's that? I can't hear you with your slutty mouth stuffed full of dick." She rammed it in as deep as she could go, pressing the goddess's lips against her cock ring. "Try it again." She desperately wanted to choke her with her dick, but she didn't know if that was actually possible. The goddess clearly had no gag reflex and Athame wasn't sure if she even really needed to breathe.
"Aahhhgnnn…"
"It's okay if you can't say it. Fucktoys don't need to talk." Athame resumed fucking the goddess's face.
I'm just a fucktoy. Barely perceptible words entered Athame's mind. She pulled her cock out and slapped the goddess again. Her shriek of pain filled the tent. "Did you not hear me? Fucktoys don't need to talk."
"Yes, mistress. I-I'm sorry, mistress. This stupid fucktoy gets confused."
"Good girl." Athame said. Then, she added as an afterthought, "I am proud of you, though; that you're able to do that." The praise made the goddess practically radiate with pleasure. "Just wait until I tell you to."
The goddess didn't respond, just opened her mouth again. Athame smiled and slid her dick back inside. The goddess rolled her tongue around her cock, savoring it, licked firmly from base to shaft, then took it as far as it would go, her nose against Athame's pelvis. "Fuck," Athame groaned, her gauntleted hands loosely holding the goddess's head, tangled in her hair. Encouraged, the goddess did it again, faster, and Athame's breathing started to grow ragged, her grip tightening. Before she could do it a third time, the priestess was unable to wait any longer. She grabbed the goddess's horns and used them as handles to better take control and fuck her throat. The goddess let out a muffled moan of pleasure as Athame rammed into her over and over again. Suddenly she felt her orgasm approaching, quicker than she'd expected.
"Here it comes," Athame groaned. Two more thrusts and pleasure overtook her, exploding from her cock and radiating through her body. She continued thrusting jerkily, losing track of everything else for a moment, then, panting, she slowed, stopped, and looked down. Her breath caught in her throat. The goddess lips were still wrapped around her. She was flushed with exertion and breathing hard, streaks of tears still visible on her cheeks. Her blindfold had come askew. One eye the color of sunlight looked up at Athame, glowing with an internal light, with an expression of absolute devotion. "Beautiful," the priestess breathed, and ran her fingers through her hair, tucking a lock behind her ear.
Athame pulled out with a groan. The goddess's expression didn't change, panting open-mouthed with her tongue hanging out, staring at her priestess. A small amount of sparkling white liquid dripped onto the floor of the tent.
"You—!" Athame dropped to her knees with a thud and forced the goddess's mouth closed so quickly her teeth clicked together and she squeaked in surprise. "Swallow it, you stupid cunt! Don't just let it drip all over the fucking ground!" Eye wide and startled, the goddess swallowed. Athame let go of her chin and looked at the droplets on the ground, which had already started to lose their sparkle and go clear. "What are you waiting for?" she demanded. "Lick it up!"
The goddess started to lower herself down, but it wasn't fast enough. Athame forced her head to the ground, practically rubbing her nose in it like a dog. The goddess finally seemed to understand the urgency and desperately did as she was told. Athame let her go and sat backward with a sigh. The goddess kept licking the floor.
"That's enough," Athame said, irritated. So much for the fucking afterglow. The goddess stopped and got back up on her knees. She opened her mouth to show that she'd swallowed it all. "Fix your blindfold." The goddess wordlessly complied. The welt and scratches on her cheek started to heal, at least, so she'd gotten some out of it.
Athame pulled the ring off her dick, then leaned forward and untied the ropes around the goddess's wrists. "I've got things to do. Stay in here. As long as you're alone, you can take off your blindfold. Sleep on the cot if you get tired."
"Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress."
Athame pulled herself together, straightened her clothes, started to leave, then paused at the tent flap. "I'm sorry about…" The sentence dangled, as though she couldn't decide which particular thing to apologize for.
"I forgive you."
Athame bit her tongue so hard she tasted blood, and left.
* * *
Athame didn't come back until hours later. The goddess's state meant that plans needed to change and decisions needed to be made. She still didn't know what she was going to tell her benefactors in Evelynd. Obviously not the truth; not yet, at least. Not until she had no other option. But they'd need to be told something.
When she returned to the tent, the goddess was asleep in the cot, still wearing the blindfold. Athame tossed spare bedding onto the floor on the other side of the tent, and changed into her nightgown. There was only one cot because she hadn't thought that the goddess would need one. When she went into that dungeon she'd expected to find something transcendent, not a person. She laid down in her nest and tried to go to sleep.
Unsurprisingly, sleep was not forthcoming.
She'd worked for this for years, and then once the time had come, she'd lost control of herself again. Right back into her predilections as though she'd never stopped. She'd treated The Devouring Light, the goddess whom she'd devoted herself to resurrecting, as a fucking cocksleeve. Her cheeks burned and her eyes watered as she remembered what she'd called her, how she'd struck her without thinking. What's worse, each time the goddess had displayed an ounce of divine power, Athame had punished her; as though that weren't the whole fucking point of the entire exercise.
This wasn't her first time doing this; lying wakeful in bed and wallowing in shame. But it was so much harder to push through now that she was so damn weepy.
The goddess stirred and Athame froze, tears leaking out of her eyes. She didn't want her to see her like this. Especially not her. If she saw, then she would know that Athame wasn't fit to be her priestess, that she didn't deserve to lead her church. Footsteps padded toward her. Her heart thudded in her chest as she felt the goddess lie down beside her. Warm, soft skin pressed into her back and gentle hands wrapped around her.
"Mistress," she murmured sleepily. "It's okay."
Athame made a strangled noise, somewhere between a snarl and a sob. I don't want this! she desperately thought at the goddess. I don't want your comfort!
"It's okay," the goddess repeated, "I liked it. You did good." Athame felt her softly kiss her hair. "I like you. You'll take care of me. Even though…I forgot…"
Athame waited to hear what the goddess had forgotten, but all she heard was slow breathing. Eventually she realized the goddess had fallen asleep.
She stopped crying. Soon, she fell asleep, too.