The Enslaved Goddess, a filthy tale by (Huginn & Sacrahlicous)

[Huginn]

The mighty lord of the Smokers couldn’t remember the last time he was so excited.
Even though he knew she wouldn’t arrive until the last minute, he was waiting for hours. And it was so close now. She should arrive before midnight. For the first time ever, a BLESSER, a goddess of light, would step inside his dark castle … and it would be as a slave!

Ahh the glory! The joy! He almost couldn’t believe his luck. He could thank the gods, if it wasn’t HIM the most powerful god. Besides his brother, of course.
For so many millennia he was living on his brother’s shadow, just waiting for the right moment, for the perfect opportunity. And after all, it was so easy.

Since the creation of everything he knew, the Architects, the creators, ancient entities that even he didn’t quite understand, assigned the two god brothers to rule this world.
So different between them. Tyr and Kaput, yin and yang, light and dark.
One mostly human, handsome, long white hair and beard, wings of a white dove. The other, devilish, red thick skin, long horns, and bat wings. In common, a very strong body, and the size, 10 feet high, both of them.
At first they tried to rule it all together, but it was impossible. They hated each other from the beginning. A separation was inevitable.
So, each one, along with the families they created for themselves, built theirs homes, created their herds. The Blessers and the Smokers. A castle on a mountain, Skybless, and a castle on a volcano, the Gray house.

But who was to rule the land? Who was to rule the mortals and the world? War was inevitable. Long, bloody, savage. They almost destroyed the world. That was when the architects intervened. They quickly stopped everything. They stopped time, and set the rules:
Only one against one, god against god, and the winner gains control. The looser can not be killed, since yin can not exist without yang. The winner must always be true to his word. His reign is to last for 10 thousand years, after that a new dispute would take place. A violation of those rules would be punished by the cease of existence, and replacement by a lesser god.

The duel can not be described, but at the end, only one was standing. Only Tyr.

That was almost 9 thousand years ago.
Both of them learned a lot about power since that.

And now, with a simple trick, with kid’s magic, the master of the smokers have gained as a slave, as a faithfull servant, for one thousand years, the blesser's princess herself. The most beautiful and favorite among Tyr’s daughters. Bound to serve and obey him, by her father’s word, which can never be broken.

Almost midnight, as he predicted. His closest relatives and servants by his side, inside the big, almost empty throne hall.
He could smell her sweetness a mile away. Getting closer now, escorted by his lackeys, from the front castle door, until the throne hall.

The lord of the dark gods, excited like a kid.
The hall doors opens. He raises from the throne.
That exact moment lasted forever.

His strong, guttural voice echoed through the hall:
- My precious slave, my servant, my new toy … my Riverah.

 

[Sacrahlicous]

She was but a child when the war took place, something one would never forget, nor could she if she had wanted to. That was 9000 years ago, now she stood tall, proud. her dove wings small, dainty much like her mothers, were folded away. Her hair fell past her shoulders in gentle waves, her eyes ice blue, framed with thick black lashes. Her figure slender,pale, beautiful. Aye many envied her, even her elder sisters. She was know as the Fair Goddess, the Goddess of all that was beautiful and pure.

One would have never known that she would be tricked so easily by the Smokers Lord Kaput, or in worse care, her distant uncle. A shudder coursed through her at the remembrance of his trickery. How he be-spelled her. Made her, do what was forbidden in her domain. Now she had had to pay the ultimate price.

Her healed knee highed boots clicked along the hardened path to her new fate for the next 1000 years. The demon to her side kept his distance, already learned once not to touch her or force her. Her gown of white clung to her upper half white the skirt flared out slightly and hung down along back of her legs, white the front cut off above the knees. There was a soft v-ing in the neck line embroidered with soft lavender in the intricate designs.

Her lips fell in a soft sigh as she looked nervously around the domain, as she approached the door the loomed before her. Her heart quickening with its pace. Frantically racing within as she watched as it opened up before her.
lifting her chin she walked through the doors, her eyes immediately locking with the dark Gods as he stood, welcoming her to his home.

 

[Huginn]

It was the first time Kaput was seeing the delightful Riverah after he deceived her. The sight of her brought memories to his mind. Memories of the day he worked a long planned scheme.

He managed to make a bet with his hated brother, Tyr, that one of the blessers, a holy and pure god, would swallow his seed without the need of being forced into it. The proud king of the blessers could not take that, and agreed. A servitude of a 1000 years was the prize, and the leader of the smokers only had 1 day to acomplish it. And acomplish it he did. Disguising himself as a tender, innocent looking young man, injured and left naked on the grass to die, alone, he cried for the bless of Riverah, the fair and kind goddess. Faking despair and infinite sadness, he praid and asked for her ... and she listened. Pretending to be by the death's doorstep, he begged for confort, for kindness, and kind she was. In time, he begged for one last wish. Claiming to be a virgin, loving boy, he asked to feel her lips touch on his member, her tongue's touch on the head of his penis. The liar said he dreamed about it all his life, never been intimate with a woman, and now he was dying a painfull death, betrayed and lonely, far away from everybody he loved. Touched by his dispair, the fair goddess, yet virgin and pure, granted his last wish, believing to be doing a good deed. As soon as her lips involved the little hole on the tip of his cock, he blowed a violent blow, straight to her throat, making her cough and inevitably swallowing a little.
A little was enough. Kaput had won.

And this was what led them here, to this encounter, the first of a thousand days.

In the large throne room were united the 7 main smoker gods, their inner circle. Kaput and his wife, one son and one daughter, and his three main generals (responsable for earth, water and air). Along with them, a few guards, and 9 sucubbi, that were Kaput's personal servants.

"Welcome, welcome. Come closer. Dont be afraid. This will be your home, and this will be your family, for a thousand years. Look how happy they are to have you here". He said ironically. Although everybody did seem happy, that was no good sign for the blesser goddess.

"Now just to be clear: you do know your role here, right? If you ever, EVER, by any reason, refuse to do anything I tell you to do, you'll be betraying your father's promises. He'll cease existing, and your whole cursed family will be unprotected from me".

"Now, just to be sure you'll wont do anything stupid ... " The dark god raised both his hands, his palms facing the sweet Riverah, and suddenly a shiny energy started leaving her body, toward his hands. For a few moments she squirmed, moaned, biting her lips not to scream, floating in the air as the divine powers left her body.

"I took most of your powers", he said, looking at her laying on the ground, exhausted, "except your imortality and body resistance. Of course I wouldn't risk you dying, my precious toy. Although resistant, you will feel pain, and you might get hurt, but your body will heal and regenerate shortly after. And that's all the power you have now. Everything else about you are just like a human would be".