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Thread: To Defile a Goddess {darkest_fate & Google}

She was gorgeous, an unspoiled treasure in a city full of vermin. Of course he had seen her before, in the days after his forces first arrived at this city and made their camp. The humans had sought to meet them in battle and drive them off but they had failed every time. Athena had served as something of a beacon for them though, inspiring hope and the most fanatical of devotion in her lesser followers and though Azgor had tried to fight his way to her so that he could defeat and capture her for himself the press of humans had always slowed him down just enough so that she would be led away from the field as her army retreated. It was unfortunate, Azgor thought to himself, he would have liked to meet her in the field, to test his strength against whatever enchantments kept her safe in battle, to tear aside what little armor she wore with his bare hands and mount her before the defenders who stood upon the wall. That was a thought, with some chains around her hands and legs he could easily wear her as both armor and cock sheath, a way to parade her before her very city. Of course the treaty he had proposed did not allow for that, he was not to display the defiled goddess before her people during he year of peace... But when the time was done he would happily make his way to a temple devoted to her and have her worship his body in full view. Her worshipers might call her w goddess but he was going to be her God. I disgust you. He observed, stating the obvious as she sank to her knees, clearly amused by her distaste for he knew how soon that would fade away. Slowly he rose to his feet, stretching and rolling his neck, hand reaching for his sword and slowly drawing it. All for show of course, as orcs enjoyed a spectacle, he moved the massive and notched blade of black steel so that is hovered just above her head... The symbolism clear, she lived only because he chose to let her live. You will serve. He instructed as he twisted the sword and rammed the blade into the ground at his side. You will be my personal whore for the year of peace... My concubine if the term suits you more. Orcs and goblins who had started to assemble laughed as he spoke to her, clearly delighted by what they saw, quite a few of their kind had fallen to her enchanted blade and they were eager to see her further humiliated. Of course they got what they wanted as Azgor took a half step towards Athena, putting his crotch right at eye level for her so that she could appreciate his size in more ways then one. If you look at me with defiance of disgust ever again, if you fail to address me with proper respect, if you hesitate when I give you a command then I will punish you swiftly and harshly, have I made myself clear?
Thread: To Defile a Goddess {darkest_fate & Google}

Were Athena aware of the thoughts drifting through her rival's mind, she would have picked up her blade and attempted to combat him then and there. Even with the thought of her submission bringing peace, even with the treaty, even with so many lives, the sheer disgust would have driven the warrior woman to pick up her blade and fight for her life then and there. Doubtless she would not make it out alive from the camp of the orcs but she would die with honor, not used as a plaything for this creature. However, Athena could not read minds, and she had sworn an oath to obey. his words nearly made her cringe. Athena thought of shaking her head, but elected not to. Surely such a display would ring false, especially for a being so dedicated to right, truth, and everything holy in the world. No, there was no denying her disgust of him, just as there was no denying his power over her. Athena could feel his blade hovering over her. Those defiant blue eyes kept staring up at him, patiently waiting. He would not strike, not with their agreement. She would do him little good as a corpse that would make her a martyr. Part of her almost hoped for such a fate. Whore, concubine, Athena's lip twitched with each word, the disgust curling up within her with each rasping syllable. The various dark-kin looked overly pleased with this, several clapping hands. Athena didn't look at any. She instead kept her gaze upon Azgor, seeing his girth approaching her. She swore she saw something stir under his loincloth and wondered if the beast somehow hid another weapon there. Yes... m'lord, Athena said as meekly as she could manage. She pulled her gaze up, steeling her expression as best she could, attempting to look neutral. She could not do servile not a goddess. She could not gaze upon him with want, not yet. But she could look at him with that blank expression. I understand your terms, m'lord, she continued, bobbing her head slightly, and I agree to them. I will be your... your concubine, she winced at that. At least she had the holy blessings to protect her, as this orc would no doubt find. Though somehow Athena still feared for her innocence...
Thread: To Defile a Goddess {darkest_fate & Google}

Most of the crowd stayed back, the green flesh of goblin and orcs forming a ring about them as the spectacle drew more and more of an audience. They weren't alone though, if one looked closely it was possible to see the dark skin of dark elven sorcerers or the earth toned and roughly textured skin of massive but dim witted trolls. They all know who was in charge and most were content to let him just enjoy his fun, forcing a human elevated to the title of goddess kneel before him. A few weren't as bright though, lustful and mischievous goblins who slipped forward, circling closer then any others and eyeing Athena with avarice in their eyes. One in particular drew a little too close, daring to make a grab for her only to be sent tumbling back into the crowd by a bare footed kick from Azgor... And the others were clever enough to back away after that. Do you know why I came to this city to seek you out. He asked as he began to slowly walk around the prone goddess, looking over her covered flesh with obvious approval. There are other cities out there with men and women who have been elevated to a status like yours... I could have gone to take Artemis or Aphrodite but instead I chose you. Black orcs like me are rare, larger and smarter, born with a great destiny... For an Orc to be considered a god they must conquer a god among the humans or elves... The more that are conquered the more that orc is reveared. He finished his slow circuit of her, before her once more he bent to roughly grab her left arm and pull her to her feet, his right hand pulling back her hair in order to force her to meet his eyes, to see the cunning and the ambition there. My dark elf whore occasionally has a touch of the sight to her, she told me that you are where my legend would start, that you would be the foundation upon which my story is built... You are the first but more will follow later. Pulling her forward he pressed against her, letting her feel his cock as it began to harden, letting her have an idea of what would follow. He released her hair, still holding her arm as he reached back for the needle that had been crafted for just this moment, a curse that would weaken her protection, a crack in her divine blessings. Your year starts now. He whispered to her as he carefully slid the needle into her thigh just below the swell of her buttocks. And soon you will never want the year to end.
Thread: To Defile a Goddess {darkest_fate & Google}

The orc chieftain's question had Athena's brow furrowing. Why did he come to her first? Was it not because she was the main champion of the light? She'd heard vague rumors of other places with others in the vaunted godhood position, but she'd simply dismissed them. There was only her as representative of all that was good and right in the world. And she would remain that same shining example, regardless of what some dark elf whore saw in her drug-addled visions. Said whore smiled as she watched her lover and chief circle the kneeling woman. It gave Jae'lyll great pleasure to see Athena on her knees where she belonged. Truly all should be on their knees before Azgor. he would be a champion among their people, a true orc god the likes of which had not been seen for thousands of years. He would succeed in breaking this willful little bitch, in turning her into his simpering cum dump. Athena found herself jerked to her feet. She fought back a hiss, stopped herself from going to her sword or lashing out. Instead those sharp blue eyes turned to look at the orc's. Athena saw a cunning there that most of his kind did not possess. This creature knew his path, knew of what he spoke, knew where he was going, what he was doing. His words had a strange ring of prophecy about them, though Athena fought back a smirk at his confidence. She moved forward and felt the strange sword between his legs. Athena frowned at that, trying to figure out what it was. Most people kept stories of male and female from her, though she'd learned some by watching horses and unicorns rutting. A hand pulled her arm, and she hissed as she felt herself moving again. Her year started now? And then a prick. A prick? What did you-- Athena began, only to hiss. She could feel something worming its way into her body from the needle. Pure, undiluted fertility magic swam into her body, fighting against the divine protections inside her. The woman's anatomy that had long been suppressed by blessings roared in response. Athena could feel the sharp cramping within her, not knowing that it was her reproductive system not only restarting, but kicking up. you-- she hissed, turning to the orc, her body tensing as if ready for an attack, despite the strange tightness she felt between her legs.
Thread: To Defile a Goddess {darkest_fate & Google}

Honestly Azgor wasn't entirely sure what would happen when he stuck her with that needle, he had given his witch instructions on what he wanted and she had smiled in a knowing fashion, as if she already had something prepared for him and would soon be delivering it to him. She had told him what she had seen in her visions, of what had been done to this girl turned goddess in order to keep her pure, depressing her desires and keeping her body from fully realizing its potential. Azgor just assumed that the needle would work to undo that but beyond that he didn't care. He was a warrior and had little talent for the shamanistic magic of his own kind let along what the witch and her ilk prepared in dark rituals. As Athena's body began to cramp he looked down at her with a slight confused look upon his face. Had the witch ticked him somehow? Was the needle poisoned in some dark elf political maneuver? They didn't like that an Orc was leading the dark kin but would they go to this? To turn his prize into a martyr and bog his army down in an army of fanatics... But then it hit him, it had been so subtle that he only noticed it now as it was weakened. Just as he was protected by numerous blessings and dark spells she was protected by the light in far more intimate ways. He hadn't noticed it when she arrived but at the stab of the needle he felt it in his gut, the magic that protected her was weakening. Perhaps she wasn't ready yet, her body might need more time, her spirit would need corrupting before she could bare his child but this was a start and hat was all he needed. I could take you here in full view of my camp. He pointed out, earning a round of cheers from the assembled audience who clearly wanted to see that. He grinned, clearly tempted but waved the idea away quickly. What was to follow would be for him to enjoy on his own, well almost entirely on his own. You gits don't deserve to see her! He bellowed, seeing them back away was entirely pleasing. If you had fought harder I would have taken her in the field instead of this treaty business... Start packing your things, we leave tomorrow... And someone get some roast boar and more wine over here, I will be working up an appetite. The last part was said with a lusty look down to his goddess before starting towards his tent and pulling her along, knowing full well his witch would follow if only to watch and perhaps collect things that could be useful to her magic.
Thread: To Defile a Goddess {darkest_fate & Google}

It tensed and nearly hurt in ways that Athena had never anticipated. Torture she'd been trained for, even blessed to fight against. Her body could heal faster than any mortal, could feel less pain, could endure longer hours, would refresh quicker than most. None of that had been made to fight against what hit her now. It took all the beauty had not to start sobbing. For the knowledge that this worked something deep within made her ache all the more fiercely. She heard the words, the taunts that came from the orc next. Eyes flashing, Athena raised her head to look to him, practically daring Azgor to do as he said. She'd fight him then and there, show herself to be the proud warrior. The filth would learn that she was not some whore to roll over and spread her legs, not like the filthy dark elf spawn. indeed, Jae'lyll did let her gaze wander for a bit. If her lord was to be busy, she may have to entertain herself elsewhere, and it had been some time since she'd ridden a trollish member, or perhaps she'd find some of the werewolves among Azgor's horde. Later though Jae'lyll recognized that Azgor wanted her to follow, and she did so want to see what befell the goddess next. Athena rose to her feet, forcing herself to follow. The ache had started to dim her magicks and blessings restoring balance, even if they did have to adjust to a changed woman. The blonde almost looked as proud as she had before, as proud as someone being dragged along could possibly look. You'll still need to work down her spirit, master, hissed Jae'lyll, coming alongside her chief, but she grows riper by the minute already. Soon you shall show her the true weapon of the dark, her hand went down to his loins, giving it a quick squeeze and nearly moaning with barely repressed pleasure. She'd been taken before the horde, after all, not seeing any shame in sexual pleasures... ...unlike the poor blonde that stumbled along just behind them.
Thread: To Defile a Goddess {darkest_fate & Google}

The tent surprised Athena. She actually pulled to a stop as she first beheld the opulence. To be certain, she had known that Azgor and his horde had conquered much, taken a good deal from the lands in which they'd passed, but she'd never thought that he would be keeping so much of it. Enough money to buy at least a village lay stacked solely in this tent, and that wasn't even considering most of the more mundane possessions, such as sheets and weaponry. Athena was a poor judge of such things, but even she could recognize high quality, higher in some places than what she herself received. Eventually her attentions drifted toward the tent's hide. Her brow furrowed as she beheld the scene, taking a few steps closer to it to examine it more closely. It appeared... it appeared to be obscene, though Athena supposed that obscene translated to arousing for her captor. Every detail looked to have been captured though. Athena supposed that certain details had been exaggerated, however it appeared as though Azgor's malehood looked far too big to actually be real. Plus most of his harem looked happy, even the ones that were impaled upon said rod. Truly it must have all been exaggerated. And Athena certainly didn't feel a strange stirring in her reawakened loins, and the heat prickling her skin had more to do with the temperature of the tent. Of course, chief, I apologize for my presumption, the witch hissed, lowering her head. Jae'lyll had been excited, but she knew better than to usurp any of her chief's presumed authority. My excitement got the better of me. Also true, and her gaze slid to the goddess. The dark elf smiled in seeing the beautiful pure female staring at the lustful creation. A bit of her own reproductive magic had been woven into the fabric to create a little more twinge of lust in whomever saw it. Just as she'd added further enchantments to the bed. Athena did turn away as Azgor spoke, looking to him. Of course, she said, nodding. A hand reached up, and soon enough the mithril armor had been removed, leaving her with simply the robes. The goddess looked about for a moment before setting that in an empty space. There was another moment of hesitation before she added her sword. The braces and robes, however, remained on. The female simply fluffed her blonde hair and turned back to the orc, taking a few steps. I'm quite comfortable though, m'lord, she said with a nod. The robes were quite airy, after all, and Athena knew that many of her armaments were blessed having what she could would be of use. He hadn't given her an order, exactly...
Thread: To Defile a Goddess {darkest_fate & Google}

Azgor was aware that his pet witch liked to enchant certain things around his tent for her own amusement and had never tried to stop her before. So far nothing she had done had harmed him or his harem so it was meaningless... Sometimes those little enchantments had their own benefits for the chief and he would never object to magic that was for his benefit or amusement. He was the way Athena's eyes lingered on the painting, she wouldn't understand what it meant. The piece had been created by a member of his harem, a princess who had painted as a courtly hobby before her enslavement, and the piece had been completed on the very night that she was to be inpregnated by her master... It was tribute, it was devotion, it was love and while it might be alien to Athena there wasn't a doubt in his mind that Athena would soon display the same devotion. His harem was encouraged to pursue their hobbies or practice their talents, and one day Athena wouldn't just be the mother of one of his many children but she would also stand at his side in battle as a living symbol of his power and her own strength. Put the armor and the sword with the others. He grunted, a smack to the ass of his witch to ensure she understood he was speaking to her, Athena would be able to see her former trapping in plain sight at all times, a sign of just how powerless she was until he chose otherwise. But he didn't care about that, didn't care that the dark elf might even enchant the armor for her own amusement, what he cared about was that his concubine had ignored his order. Oh it had been phrased as a suggestion but surely she knew what she was meant to do, avoiding it because of his phrasing made her just as disobedient as if she refused. He was on his feet a moment later, no longer slow and lumbering as when he had been putting on his show he quickly closed the distance between them and gripped her hip in one large hand and the fabric of her robe just below her neck with the other. No hesitation, no disobience. He reminded her before roughly ripping down the front of the robe, tearing free a large swathe of the fabric and throwing it into the fire. When I suggest something, when I ask for something, if you ever get the inkling I want something done you need to do it right away. Another grip and tear pulled the fabric at her shoulder and side apart, revealing more of her flesh and further ruining the robe though his eyes were locked on hers. A step back, eyes narrowed in anger. Remove the rest of that robe and burn it now, your old life is behind you and you will only wear what I provide... If I provide. He had made a new member of his harem go nude more then once to help break them. And when that is off you will untie my loin cloth... Let her see what was In store for her, a cock that was still Halfway between flacid and fully erect... And still large enough to put any man to shame.
Thread: To Defile a Goddess {darkest_fate & Google}

Jae'lyll heard the order and quickly bowed her head. She understood her privilege, being allowed as she was to be in the tent while her chief took the blonde. She also knew that the sheer reproductive energies that were bound to come when goddess and orc coupled would fill her with unbelievable power, all of which she intended to use precisely as her chief directed her. For now, she simply picked up the armor, moving it aside, not wanting to enchant it just yet the blessings that had been placed into the very metal would be strong while the goddess remained pure and untouched. That did not appear to be long. Athena had half expected the orc to move. She'd braced herself, moving into a combative stance as he drew within range. The rumbling words shook Athena to her bones, and she felt them seizing her slightly. The hands went to her robe. The fabrics tore, baring the lush flesh beneath. A simple brassiere covered the woman's bountiful breasts though another blessed bit of fabric designed and blessed specifically for Athena. Given the pendulous size of the mammaries they contained, the fabric needed the enhancement. It kept the breasts from jiggling overmuch during combat or the nipples from poking through thin fabric. That they also happened to be somewhat erotic seemed to be something of an afterthought. These, however, like her panties, would not be easily destroyed while she remained pristine and untouched, nor could they be removed by hands other than her own. Though soon the orc had full few. Athena stared at him, proud, eyes blazing. Yes, m'lord, she said, her voice stiff. Hands went to divulge herself of the robe, leaving the bracers and other gold adornments along with her blessed underthings. Then the blonde walked stiffly to the fire, tossing her robe onto it. She spent a few seconds staring at it, knowing the symbolism that lay there. Then Athena nodded and walked back to Azgor. Hands went down to the ties of his one article of clothing. They made short work of the ties, and soon Athena found herself pulling back the loincloth to reveal what lay beneath. By the light! she breathed as she beheld it, a hand going to her mouth to help cover her shock. The mural had been an understatement .