Heads up! This is Kara's first proper enemy, and consequently the first really intense sex-scene. It's full non-con, so jump ahead to the divider if you'd like to skip it.[/author
Now that she’s got the woman dewimpled, gagged, and pinned, Kara gets a better look at her face. Not quite Dalia’s age, but certainly older than Kara herself. Time hasn’t dulled her hair, though, nor has it dimmed the striking emerald sheen of her eyes. “You’re beautiful,” Kara breathes, straddling the priestess. Elsa just thrashes.
“So, let me tell you how this is gonna work,” Kara says, wiggling out of her breeches — it’s difficult, because she gets the impression that Elsa would break into a sprint if she gave her even the slightest chance, so Kara needs to undress while keeping all her weight on her. “I’m gonna fuck you. You’re gonna cum. Then you’re gonna go down there, and while my cum’s leaking out of your cunt, you’ll tell the shitty peasants to throw their arms down and open the door. Otherwise, everyone dies. Make sense?”
Elsa replies with a string of muffled invectives — say this for the priestess, even with the makeshift gag in her mouth she’s composing, totally on the spot, a philippic for the ages, if only there was anybody to record it (and understand it, given it mostly comes out as “mmmph fmmph fmph fmuuu”).
“Yes? Good.” Kara bundles Elsa’s robe up around her waist and exposes gorgeous, pillowy thighs. “Ooh, not as temperate as you should be, are you priestess? Thought you were meant to live off broth and water? You only get a body this nice eating right.”
Despite herself, Elsa blushes — so what if she likes the thick lamb stew that Harter brings by the church? Or Cleo’s famous chicken pie? This is, doctrinally, totally fine, and she shouldn’t let the heathen’s words get to her — but she does.
When Kara rolls Elsa onto her stomach, she takes the opportunity to wriggle out of her grip and make for the hatch. She’s just got her hands around it when something crashes into her head from behind, sending her sprawled out on the floor. Above her, Kara stands, the forearm-length idol of Thala in her hand, its heavy stone base used to club her head. “Your Goddess really has betrayed you, huh?” the beautiful, naked intruder taunts, twirling the idol like a marching band baton. “Now stop struggling. Your ass is driving me fucking crazy.”
The pain’s so bad it takes form, swims across Elsa’s vision, like half the room is buried in fog. The disorientation doesn’t stop her scrabbling across the rough floor like a scuttling crab making for its sandy burrow, though it does mean she doesn’t make it very far before her hips are against Kara’s, the girl lining herself up.
“Stop fucking wiggling,” she grunts, as her cock once against presses against skin rather than the hole she’s aiming for. “I don’t want to hit you again — head wounds are serious. Might accidentally brain you.”
This is precisely the wrong thing to say. Elsa doesn’t fear death — she has lived her life in accordance with her faith, and will be rewarded in her next life. Whereas if she lets this happen it’s ceaseless torment that awaits her in the afterlife. So she keeps thrashing, keeps wiggling, keeps doing everything she can to delay Kara — maybe the reinforcements she heard banging on the hatch downstairs will make it up in time.
She gasps as Kara pulls back on her hair, strands ripping free. Her face meets the floor a moment later, and when she wakes from the ensuing pain-daze Elsa finds herself bent over the altar. Her senses return just a moment too late to keep Kara from entering her, and for the first time in her life Elsa takes a hard cock.
In that moment she becomes almost grateful for the gag, because as much as she knows this is wrong, her body can’t help how good it feels. It’s okay, Elsa thinks, it’s okay. Many sins feel good. That is why we are taught to resist their temptation. I fought every step of the way. My-
Her train of thought is derailed when Kara hikes the long robe up over her head, pulls back on the fabric to strain it against Elsa’s face. “There we go,” she says, no longer having to worry about the robe slipping down and covering the priestess’s simply gorgeous ass.
Mouth gagged and nose covered, it’s suddenly very hard for Elsa to breathe at all. She fights back the moans that slip out of her, even as her vision fades to black-
She comes to a few minutes later to Kara slapping her face. “C’mon, stay with me sweetie,” says the strangely calming, husky voice. Elsa eyes flicker open to find two startling orange ones staring into her. Repositioned while she was unconscious, Elsa now sits straddling Kara, back pressed up against the altar, huge cock still filling her, limp arms thrown loosely around the younger woman’s shoulders.
She’s too tired to even try to pull away. It feels she’s woken into a strange half-dream. Her eyes blink heavy, and Kara grabs her roughly by the cheeks as she tries to slip into unconsciousness again. “Uh uh uh. Stay awake, sister.” Her head is shaken around sufficiently to have her forcing her eyes open, despite the pounding in her head. “I’m not here to fuck a corpse.”
“Urg.” Elsa’s only dimly aware of her body’s response — the wetness between her thighs, the moans that flow out of her. It’s a dream, she thinks. Just a dream. Her eyes close, and she returns to sleep.
SPLASH. Elsa’s hair, now soaked, sticks to her face, covers her eyes and cheeks, gets in her mouth. A beam of dusty light glints off the holy water decanter in Kara’s hand as the last drop falls onto Elsa’s face and rolls down her cheek. Her clothes now as wet as she is, the once loose robe clings to her skin, accentuates her tits. “Thought my instructions were pretty clear,” Kara says as Elsa shivers.
Elsa endures the torment, the humiliation — but she cannot endure the pleasure. Each buck of Kara’s hips stretches her wider, fills her more, and it feels so good to be filled. The finger on her clit a moment later fills her mind with fuzzy static, and all she can do is sit there moaning into the gag while Kara uses her viciously.
“I’m almost there, sister,” she whispers. “Looks like Thala wants me to cum in you.”
No, Elsa thinks, no, she would never subject me to…
But she’s halfway through the internal denial when her body clenches, clamps down on Kara’s length, and her teeth bite into the gag as she cums for the first time. A lifetime of self-denial, taken away in seconds. The look of horror in her eyes does it for Kara, and she hilts herself, fulfilling her promise and not spilling a drop until she pulls out and leaves a trail across Elsa’s wet thigh.
Intent on taking full advantage of Sayla’s Whispers, she leans in close to the priestess’s ear. “I’m going to have this church levelled to the fucking ground unless you go out there and make them open the door right now. Right now. Do you understand me, sister? Do you hear me? You’re the only one who can save this place, the only one who can keep it standing — but you have to be smart. You have to listen to me.” She undoes the gag, helps Elsa refashion the wimple around her head, once again hiding her pretty hair.
Elsa, not quite sure what’s come over her, stares up at those haunting orange eyes and nods. A stinging slap takes her cheek a moment later.
“Say it,” Kara says.
“Yes. I’ll listen. I’ll tell them.”
Though Kara gives her some assistance cleaning herself up, she’s unwilling to give Elsa enough time to change her mind — when she appears on the pulpit overlooking the chapel’s worship hall, where most of the peasants are barricaded, her robe’s still wet, her cheeks still flushed with exertion, her knees still trembling. The only blessing for poor Elsa is that nobody can see her plump thighs, covered in white cum. Kara stands behind her, grinning and radiating triumph — as terrible a sight as the people of Meadowbrook have ever seen.
“Thala has spoken to me,” Elsa says, a slight quiver in her voice. “It is not our time to die — and if we fight, then die we shall. I have won a guarantee from their leader that, should we open the door and surrender, we will not be harmed. Those who wish to stay will be permitted to, and those who wish to leave will not be obstructed. We have no choice but to accept these terms. The Goddess teaches wisdom as well as will, and today there is wisdom, even dignity, in surrender. Open the doors.”
The peasants are clearly uneasy, but know better than to oppose a priestess. Quietly, two lift the heavy wooden crossbar off the door and draw it open, letting the goblins flood in.
“Harm none!” Kara calls, stepping forward and resting her hand just above Elsa’s ass. “But allow none to leave until I have had a chance to speak with them. Jaika, you’re in charge. I’ll just be a moment.”
With that, she guides Elsa into the room just before the pulpit, a small office space with a simple desk. The instant they’re alone Kara slams Elsa into the wall, locks their lips together, invades her mouth with her hot tongue. “Watching you betray them, betray your God,” she whispers, “got me so fucking worked up. Hike those robes and let’s fuck again.”
Elsa sneers. “I did it to save their lives. I still despise you, heretic.”
Kara guides Elsa’s hand under her breeches, where her cock is already hard. “You really don’t want this?”
“N-no,” the priestess insists, though she can’t hide the burning in her voice.
“Well, alright. Run off, then — I’ve got plenty of loyal holes.”
“Run? No, heathen, I will remain. I eagerly await the day Lord Eagleclaw hangs you from the town square — he will be coming.”
Ah,finally. A challenge. “Tell me more about him, sweetheart.”