The promised “grand audience chamber” is just another cave, albeit one lush with piled furs. Maynier reclines on a throne of crooked animal bones, trying just a little too hard to affect the Conquering Barbarian Queen look. Her honour guard line the walls, bows in hand, as Kara stands in the room’s centre, grinning and bowing.
“You have a lovely home.”
“Do not mock me, stray.”
A goblin beside Maynier, dressed in an oversized, looted yellow robe that trails behind him like a gown, tugs on her wrist to get her attention. “She compliment us.”
“N-no! Go stand by the entrance.”
This is going to be easier than I thought. Kara’s smile widens and she takes a step forward. “The humans of Meadowbrook mean to destroy you.”
Maynier snorts. “They are welcome to try. They’ll die in the attempt.”
“You do not believe me?”
“I just don’t believe they’d be that stupid.”
“You can send your scouts, if you wish — you’ll see them mustering their militia, arming themselves for battle. You are right that they cannot hope to win… alone, that is.”
The orc narrows her gorgeous eyes. “These goblins have been here for years. There has been no effort to dislodge them yet.”
“First time for everything, Chief. Reinforcements are marching south as we speak. They’ll burn you out with magic. Destroy you, root and stem.”
“Extirpate,” says the robed-goblin advisor, from the cave mouth.
Maynier’s face flushes with frustration. “All of you, leave us! Ensure none enter.” As the goblins filter out, she stands, trying to come across as powerful with her slow walk towards Kara but hopelessly undermined by the cat’s easy smile and casual hand on her hip. “If you are lying to me, stray, know that-”
“Tell me of your God.” Kara’s making a hell of a bet, but it just feels right. Obvious, almost.
“W-what?”
“The one that brought you here. That gave you the ‘Secret Magiks’. That one.”
She takes a moment to compose herself, breathing deeply. “What do you know of-”
“I overheard your goblins talking about it,” she lies, “about how you’re prostle- uh, preaching." Thank God it’s just the orc here to hear her slightly embarrassing overreach (that advisor would’ve known how to pronounce proselytising, she knows).
“And you wish to convert, yourself?”
“I mean, I’ve thrown in with you, haven’t I? I brought you news of the town’s attack.”
“I wonder why…”
“Isn’t it obvious? Beastkin like me can’t get any respect there. They make me live in a fucking cave. But if your people were to take the town… well, I’m sure they’d let me live among them, wouldn’t they?” Kara sees Maynier’s about to respond, but she doesn’t want her to have time to think. She puts a hand on her cool orcish skin, resting on her hip. “And when I saw what a beautiful leader they have, I knew I made the right decision.”
“Hmmm. Very good. You may be an acceptable Acolyte of Ythira.”
“Tell me of her,” Kara replies, slipping her tunic over her head. Maynier audibly gulps when she lays eyes on her torso, then again when the breeches come off.
“She is the Goddess of Conquest,” she says, as Kara goes to her knees (fuck! And here I’m stuck with Passion). “It was her hand that guided me to- to- to, fuck, you’re good at that.”
Yeah, I am. Under the fur cloak, Kara knows this is the right approach — you can’t be conquered if you come willingly, and now that she’s inside the walls there’s no limit to the havoc she can wreak.
“Oh, fuck.” Maynier’s legs wobble. Almost. Kara’s tongue redoubles its assault, and evidently the orc hasn’t been taking the liberties with her followers that Kara has, because she’s already soaked through, like she’s been waiting weeks for release. “G-g-good, good, yes, you- oh, OH-”
But as the orc reaches the brink of orgasm, Kara stops. Her fingers dig in and yank the back of her knees, sending Maynier falling to the ground. She lands prone with a hiss of pain. Kara’s on her in a second, kissing her with wet-stained lips. She shifts the fur covering to the side and enters her with one smooth motion, pumping between those muscled thighs.
“Y-you presume,” Maynier manages, getting free of the kiss for a moment. Kara doesn’t reply, just presses her lips against her again. Maynier mumbles something, some ignored protest, and then melts into it, moaning.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes!”
“Mutual pleasure. No conquest required.”
Maynier, hardly in the mood for theological discussions and too lust-drunk to realise where this is going, only replies with a moan. Kara runs a hand through her thick blue hair, massages her scalp. It’s good she emptied herself so many times last night, because otherwise the tight, muscled orc would’ve made her cum already.
“Do I rouse your passion?” she asks. Maynier simply nods. “You rouse mine. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Unbelievably sexy.” Kara runs her tongue over one of Maynier’s sharp tusks. “I want to make you cum, Chieftain. Will you, for me?”
Evidently she’s even easier to control than Kara expected, because the words alone are enough to bring a shudder of pleasure. Maynier’s hands clasp Kara’s back as the Beastkin uses her, kisses her, nips her neck. It’s such bliss.
“Do you feel me inside you?” Kara asks. Maynier nods rapidly. “It’s courtesy of my Goddess — Sayla. Goddess of Passion. She loves you. She asks only that you love her in return.”
There’s a flash of consideration before Maynier finds her determination and tosses Kara across the room. She manages to twist at the last second, turning the momentum into a roll that keeps her from shattering all her bones. Mentally weak but physically really fucking strong, this orc.
Maynier rises and scowls. “I will turn you, heathen — conquer you for Ythira.”
Fuck! Too early! Shouldn’t have let her cum… Should’ve fucked her more, gotten her hooked on the feeling. Oh well. “You hate me? Sayla likes that, too.”
The orc surges forward like a downhill minecart and brings her staff down with a savage overhand swing. Kara dodges to the side, glancing about for a weapon.
“We come in?” shouts one of the goblins outside, and Maynier makes her ultimate mistake,
“No! Leave this to me.”
Pride’ll be her undoing. Maybe we’re more alike than I’d like to admit.
Another flurry of blows miss Kara by inches — they could go on like this forever. Defeating another God’s avatar, that’s gotta be worth a tonne of XP, right?
Kara falls to her knees before Maynier as the gorgeous blue orc prepares another blow with her staff. “You are too fierce, too beautiful,” says Kara, “I yield.”
Just as she had hoped, Maynier’s eyes glaze over immediately, her arm dropping as her perk screen overtakes her vision. Kara takes advantage right away, pouncing and wrenching the staff from her. She wrestles the insensate girl to the ground and unties her girdle, using it to bind the orc’s hands behind her back.
But when Maynier returns to awareness, rather than finding herself with her throat slit — as she expected, having rushed through her Perk selection — she’s instead on her back with Kara’s head once more between her thighs. It’s her moans that let Kara know she’s awake.
Orange eyes pierce her, staring up from her mound like two torches stark against darkness. “I love you,” Kara moans, her breath tickling Maynier’s clit. “You’re so beautiful.”
“T-t-then un-untie me.”
“Shhhh. I only did it because I want your attention. I want you to love me, too.” She sticks her hips up, wiggles her ass, and she may as well be swinging a pendulum before Maynier’s eyes for how hypnotic it is. “Just focus on me. Focus on how I make you feel. Please. I need you.”
“Fuck,” Maynier groans, back arching at Kara’s expert, perfect tongue.
“Love me, love me, love me. Please.”
“S-stop talking. Keep your to-” Kara cuts off the attempted command with a swirl of her tongue. “Oh Gods.”
“Won’t you tell me you love me? I love you, Maynier. You’re so powerful. So strong. Look at you.” She runs a hand over Maynier’s hard muscled thigh. “I want you.”
Convinced that the only way to have consistent attention is to give her what she wants — and comfortable in the feeling she’s conquered this woman, clearly — Maynier melts and moans, “I love you.”
This earns Kara’s devotion. She brings Maynier right to the edge of another mind-melting orgasm, and as the orc moans, “fuck, I’m so close,” abruptly withdraws her tongue.
“You love me?” she asks.
“Yes! Yes! Please, go back.”
Kara rests a hand on Maynier’s entrance, palm slowly shifting against it. “Then why won’t you love my Goddess, too? She wants me to rule this world alongside you. Sayla wants me to pleasure you.”
“Sayla…” Maynier says, uneasily.
“Yes! Sayla. Passion. The burning love I feel for you. It’s a gift from her. It’s all from her. To her, this,” she grinds her palm harder, “is the only thing that matters. Feel it with me. Say her name and she will double your pleasure.”
“Sayla,” more firmly.
“Yes! Sayla! Sayla! Sayla!”
Maynier nods like an eager pup. “Sayla! Sayla! Sayla!”
The barest brush of Kara’s tongue is enough to bring her to orgasm. Sure to lock down her new convert, Kara remains in the chamber with her for hours, certain that her work is done when Maynier whimpers a frankly pitiful, “Sayla…” and the Level Up screen appears.
Level 5
New Perk!
Sayla’s Whispers — Your experience at winning converts through intimacy has begun to pay off. People are more receptive to your instructions for an hour after their climax.