In the hazy, dreamless sleep of sedation, Kara sees nothing for a great long while before, at last, text.
DOMAIN EXPANDED.
The orange bursts out of her burrow as raging tendrils, ensnaring the goblin cave and Meadowbrook both. All the land within fills in her colour, as well. The map, no longer useful at this scale, draws back dramatically, and a spike of dread wedges Kara’s heart when she sees that the snatch of blue territory above her is in truth a rolling colossus near six times the size of her own — and that, north of that, a blood red empire many times greater than Lord Eagleclaw’s waits to crush an upstart like herself.
Well, whatever — it was just one of me like a few days ago, and now I’m this strong… if it keeps up at this pace I’ll eclipse them both in weeks.
She expects to shoot up through the levels after this great feat, but she already scooped up all that easy XP converting Maynier, so while two levels would be excellent on their own, they fail to live up to her lofty expectations.
Utterly shaken by her encounter with Tyra, where she was dismantled within seconds, never even in contention, Kara feels no choice but to drive her perks into combat. Trained Swordswoman and Enduring Combatant seem the sensible choices — with that, she begins to wake.
Elsa’s still against her when Kara’s eyes flutter open. She finds that the arms that now hold the sister are noticeably larger, harder than they were last night. The priestess sleeps deeply, chest rising and falling in ponderous rhythm, and it’s hard to ignore the raw, unperfumed smell of her when Kara’s cock is rock hard against Elsa’s ass.
She chooses then, not to ignore it, inhaling the priestess hungrily. When this doesn’t stir her, she slips her hand between Elsa’s breeches from behind, feeling at the thread. Her pants are little more than rags, and the fabric between Elsa’s thighs rips easily, quiet enough to not wake her.
Kara notes with approval the soothing coolness in her side — the poultice really did work — as she shifts her weight, frees her cock, and lines herself up. Her other hand gently strokes the back of Elsa’s head as she enters her, and the sleeping priestess gasps, shudders. She’s had, in her sleep, a perfectly natural, biological reaction to having another woman pressed so close, one her religion would tell her to deny.
Kara glides into the wet hole with her thick cock, one hand still stroking Elsa’s head, the other cradling her fat, heavy breast. Slowly the priestess’s eyes open, and she mutters, “urg. You- beast. You have- ambushed- me.”
“Shhhh,” Kara coos, her thrusts picking up now that there’s no danger of waking Elsa. “Just feel your body.”
Groggy with sleep, mind full of cobwebs, something instinctual in Elsa tells her to listen to the warm, husky voice, and even that moment of unguardedness is enough to plunge her into near-madness, for she attunes to the unimaginable feeling of safety from those fingers in her hair, the surprisingly comfortable support of a hand on her breast, and the natural, primal bliss of Kara’s fat cock stretching her tight pussy. “Ohhhhhh,” she moans, as Kara whispers,
“Yes, that’s right, Sister; I care for you, so much. I want you to feel these feelings. I want to give you them and more. You can let go of everything that’s been troubling you. Leave it all with me.”
Elsa, still gasping at the almost supernatural pleasure of Kara’s hard cock inside her, whispers: “I- I cannot. You cannot be trusted with it.”
“With what, Sister?”
“Anything.”
In truth, if Elsa saw fit, she could tell Kara three or four ways to tempt every member of her parish to break their oaths to Lord Eagleclaw. The weakness of her flock doesn’t trouble her so much as Kara’s strange magnetism. The stink of destiny clings to the Beast-kin like blood, and unless Elsa can find a way to convert or kill her, there’s no telling what damage she could do to the continent.
None of this changes the intense, dizzying pleasure of having the woman inside of her. “Tha- Thala might- ah- forgive you- yet,” she manages, her words broken up by tiny moans as Kara thrusts.
“Careful saying that name, don’t want her to see you whimpering like a whore for me.”
“I- I did not choose this! I am still chaste! It is you- ah- you who- who muddies yourself!”
“Chaste? Not with the way you were grinding up against me last night.”
“I- you are a- ah- a liar! A daemon!”
Kara reaches a still aching arm around to circle Elsa gently. The stimulation combined with the steady movement of Kara’s cock has the priestess crying out. “I woke to you soaked through and rubbing up against me,” she whispers. “All that denial must do crazy things to your mind.”
All Elsa can do is whimper as Kara kisses along her jaw and the back of her neck. “I tried to resist you, but I’m just a woman, and you’re so beautiful.”
Elsa moans so loudly that Kara clamps a free hand over her mouth. “Careful,” she says, lips tickling the priestess’s ear, “don’t want my disciples getting jealous. They just don’t get me going like you do.” This, of course, is not true — but that comment about jealousy will send Elsa down a train of thought that will cause many problems for Kara in the future. For now though, all the Priestess can do is cry out against Kara’s hand as her orgasm sweeps over her like the ocean. She clenches around Kara’s cock, cannot control the mad urge to move herself up and down.
I just want this over, is all, she thinks, as she comes back down to earth. I just want it over. Despite these assertions, the sudden, cold absence of Kara’s cock makes Elsa cry out in protest. She snaps her mouth shut, cheeks flaming, lying semi-exposed on the bed, ass up. The weakest part of her hopes that Kara will pick her back up and use her again, but she forces the thought away.
“Well, Sister? I’m letting you go.”
“I- Aren’t you going to…?”
“Not inside of you,” Kara grins, slapping Elsa’s ass, which finally pushes her to scurry up from the bed, pink hair undone, pants hanging loose and torn. “Not that I don’t like you, sister. I just promised someone else the honour of carrying my heirs. Can’t help it, I’m sentimental.”
“Well… I will come to check on your injuries tonight, heathen. I will… pray for you.”
“You too, sweetling. I’ve been praying for you since I first saw you,” says Kara. Elsa flushes with humiliation (and something else she isn’t ready to admit yet) as Kara creeps up behind her, wrapping a long cloak around her shoulders. “Don’t want the villagers to see that their priestess is a whore, do we?” she whispers, massaging Elsa’s round ass. An opened door and another slap sends the priestess dancing out of the room. “Send Lily in, will you, Sister?” says Kara sweetly as she leaves.
It takes Lily a few minutes to enter, thankfully, which lets Kara’s body settle back towards equilibrium, not wanting to cum the moment she enters her tightest, most devoted follower.
On her back, the sweet, former farmhand wraps her arms around Kara’s muscled body, and kisses her passionately, begs for her heir. For Kara, it’s a peculiar thing — she’s done so much fucking during her time in the Cradle, but not so much making love. This is definitely that, each thrust tender and loving, the prophet drawn inexorably to Lily’s honey sweet soul.
“Your heir will be the most fearsome woman in all the world,” Lily whispers. “She will conquer beyond the sea, and the world will call her name.”
“That’s right, baby,” Kara whispers back, trailing a hand up Lily’s perfect ass. “And it’ll all be thanks to her perfect mother. The most beautiful woman in the Cradle.”
“Oh, thank you, my prophet, my sweet, prophet.”
Kara bites Lily’s ear, whispers around the flesh, “You are ready to know a secret.”
“Yes, please, my love, bestow it upon me.”
“I am no mere prophet. The Goddess walks the Cradle. I am Sayla.” It’s, as far as Kara’s concerned, a pretty safe gamble. Even if all her followers worship Kara-as-Sayla, that’s still Sayla worship, which should power up her Goddess — unless, as Kara hopes, she hijacks that worship and steals all the power for herself, in which case her Goddess will be too dead and forgotten to complain.
“I knew it,” Lily breathes. “Who else could be so perfect? Thank you, my goddess, for the demigod you shall put in me!”
“And thank you, Lily, for giving flesh to that demigod.” Kara hilts herself and fills Lily’s womb, knowing if this time doesn’t take, one of the next thousand will.
Level 6
New Perk!
Trained Swordswoman — Your blade skills surpass most, and now you refine them further, increasing the speed of your strikes and parries.
Level 7
New Perk!
Enduring Combatant — You’ve survived punishment and lived to tell the tale. Your health increases, allowing you to survive harsher blows and keep fighting.