The night air is cold and pleasant against Kara’s naked skin. Her new alchemy knowledge informs her of several useful ingredients, the most expedient of which is soaproot, which can be pounded by, say, a heavy stone, into a cleansing lather. The smell is pleasant, green and earthy.
Her new followers submit one at a time to being washed by the other two — Jaika takes the longest, but once her dark green hair is clean and detangled, Kara finds it extremely pleasant, long and surprisingly soft.
Kara then cleans herself alone — to the dismay of her disciples — hating every moment in the frigid, shallow water of the rocky stream. Her ears and tail are puffed with displeasure by the time she’s finished, and she does her best to shake the water from herself as Jaika and Lily wash the clothes together.
Lily’s cheeks are red with cold and excitement when she says, “we enter into our new life clean as babes,” and then, uncertain again, to Kara, “you are sure Thala cannot punish us?”
“Thala could not stop me from taking you, and nothing in her power can make you go back. So long as we live properly,” Kara trails a hand down Lily’s swooping hip, “we are beyond her reach.”
“I feel… as if a weight has been lifted.”
“That is the power of our Goddess,” says Kara, the hand not groping Lily’s ass stroking her damp chestnut hair. “Now, I will teach you another way to honour her.” She uses a handful of hair to guide Lily gently to her knees — she doesn’t need much encouragement, staring up at Kara with big, adoring eyes.
“Jaika, come.” The goblin appears in an instant, whatever task that occupied her long forgotten. Kara looks at Lily meaningfully, nods toward Jaika. “Kiss her.”
A day ago, Lily would never have even considered kissing a goblin, would have shivered at the very thought. But she’s propelled by a wonderful, spiritual trance that makes everything seem okay; and she’s utterly dedicated to her new God, a God whose word comes entirely from Kara. If Kara tells her to kiss Jaika, then kissing Jaika must be good, holy. Obediently, Lily kisses her — it’s not hard, the goblin’s head sits just a tiny amount above her while kneeling. And she has to admit, it feels good, maybe even feels holy, too.
Kara’s hand in Lily’s hair interrupts the kiss. “Lower,” she says, redirecting Lily’s gaze to the mess of dark green, curly hair on Jaika’s mound. Jaika flushes, heart beating through her core as, without hesitation, the beautiful woman’s lips collide with the warmth between her legs. Lily’s height means that she has to dip onto all fours to do it. The goblin wonders at the bizarre wet dream that her life has become as she moans into the trees.
Jaika’s legs twitch as Kara’s finger creeps between her and Lily’s tongue, finds her sensitive clit, presses against it. “Right here,” says Kara — and then, as Lily eagerly swirls her tongue across it, “good girl.”
It’s too much for Jaika, her legs give out beneath her; if it weren’t for Kara’s soft, strong arms holding her upright, she would collapse to the forest floor.
“Stick your ass up,” says Kara, her command instantly obeyed by Lily, “good girl. Put on a show for her, she’s worked so hard for us.”
Evidently Kara’s preaching about Sayla-worship as the natural order of things is true, because it’s the second time Lily’s ever had sex and still her hips sway like she’s done this a thousand times.
“You see?” Kara, arms hooked under Jaika’s, slips her hands around and squeezes the goblin’s tits. “These are the rewards for the faithful. You built her a temple, Jaika, an altar in the woods. Sayla will never let your labours go unrewarded.”
“Praise Sayla,” the goblin moans, legs shaking.
“Here,” Kara says, trailing her hands down and resting them under Jaika’s thighs. She lifts the goblin and hooks her knees over Lily’s shoulders, supports her back so she can rest, in the air, then whispers, “Move your hips. Grind into her face.”
She does it, of course — to Jaika as well as to Lily, Kara’s pretty, husky voice is the voice of God. The goblin is reaching new heights, entirely convinced of the existence of this Sayla, because how else could such pleasure possibly exist? She cries out into the trees, mashing her hips hard into the gorgeous woman’s willing face.
When she finally cums, the force of it scrambles her universe, ignites pleasure neurons that have never been ignited. She thinks she might just chase this feeling for the rest of her life. Kara cradles her as she shakes, and eventually falls still, utterly spent.
Lily doesn’t stop until the tortoiseshell cat girl’s gentle hand on the back of her head gives her permission. She looks up with pink cheeks and a nymphish smile. “My top student,” says Kara affectionately.
“Will you show me more?” Lily’s eyes are wide.
“C’mere,” says Kara, getting a grip on Lily’s hips and then lifting her with a happy little squeal. It quickly changes to a gasp as she’s lowered onto Kara’s hard cock. “I know what you need.”
Lily’s whole body shudders with anticipation and desire as Kara’s length disappears inside her. Since she first had Kara inside her she’s prayed for it again, longed for it. Now she’s stretched and full, as she’s meant to be, as is natural.
“Look around you,” Kara coos. “See how beautiful it all is? Hear the birds singing in the trees? The gentle babble of the stream? The moonlight filtering through the leaves? Beauty for the eyes, for the ears… for your body,” she says, with a thrust. “You must listen well. You must learn these things. You will need to show others as I have shown you.”
Lily could follow Kara forever and to anywhere, but can she lead? That seems harder. Too hard, perhaps, but then, if it’s what Kara wants, then it’s what she shall get. Anything for her. “I will try.”
“No,” Kara says, burying her face in the pretty girl’s neck, her tri-coloured hair utterly enchanting in the moonlight. “You will succeed. You must. Sayla must return to this world. We must open her path. And we will.” She pushes forward; Lily’s back hits the soft forest floor, and Kara looming over her becomes her entire world. Orange eyes peer right into her soul. “And it is not the only way you will serve. An Empress needs her heirs. You will bear me many, when the time is right.”
“Yes!” Lily shouts, now certain of her place, the missing piece finally clicking into place. “That is my purpose!”
“Good girl.”
Lily moans wildly as she cums, her euphoria reaching a peak and then staying there, even as her orgasm ends and her body returns to normal, she is soaring, blissed out. Feeling a sense of belonging like she’s never known, Lily rolls over and lifts her hips, desperate to please Kara, her love, her cult leader, until the half-beast womans claws are digging tight into Lily’s hips and she’s emptying her seed deep inside her, where it’s meant to be.
Lily feels a terrible sense of emptiness when Kara withdraws, but it’s mitigated by the warm hand on her back and the wetness that drips between her legs. As far as Lily is concerned, that wetness marks her as owned by Kara, forever — and she couldn’t be happier about it.
Jaika stirs with a tiny snore and says, “we go home, yes?”
They do, gathering their belongings and picking through the dark forest. Lily need not feel empty for long; almost as soon as they return to the warm burrow and collapse into the surprisingly comfortable nest of leaves, Kara is filling her again, as Jaika snores softly beside them.