Thread: Edana, Goddess of Passion (Xana and Durihan)

Qaithe whimpered as each man finished with her, coating her in humiliation and spunk. She ached in the aftermath of the brutal gang bang, ever hole sore and throbbing in the proof of her violation. She tried to wipe away the semen on her face, determined not to cry for these bastards, even as she shook in anguish. That resolve was tested as she was held down, hair yanked to force her to arch her neck, and lift her head towards the ceiling. She wasnt expecting what happened next, as her nose was held closed and wine was poured into her throat, its volume threatening to pull her down, and drown her in the hatred of these men. Gasping and coughing once they released her, she hadnt the strength to resist as they pulled her up, into the arms. The ease by which they held her up was not comforting at the moment, and the impact of his hand across her face as they penetrated her made it clear that they strength would be a weapon against her. They moved in unison, thrusting into her swollen holes at the same time. There was pure malice in their strokes, pressing against the thin barrier that separated their cocks, threatening to tear it with callous disregard. She was howling now, the pain too much to swallow or hold down. She wasnt crying yet, just letting the pain escape with each agonized wail. Nyssa was only given a few moments rest as she cried out for answers, trying to understand why they would do this. This wasnt about sex. Both women would have slept with the men here, all of them, eventually. They would have given these men the pleasure the goddess could wrought form their bodies, and bless their victory with willing and grateful praise. This was about hatred, and cruelty, exert their greater strength on numbers upon the two elven women. This is not the will of the Goddess! Nyssa spat at the man, as he acted as if there were nothing wrong with what he were doing to them. Worship is always chosen freely, by both the priestess and the devoted. This is rape! Tears streaked her cheek, adding their saltiness to the seed that had been left there, but her eyes did not falter. She would not look away from him, she could not look away from him, letting her pain and revulsion burn into his skull. It had little effect, as he order another man to fuck her ass. She tried to stand now, to defend herself somehow, with was difficult given the pain she was in. Before she could get up much, a knight in silver armor came over and held her down. She snarled in distress as she wasnt allowed to move, turning her disgust towards the man facilitating her next desecration. He wouldnt look at her, his eyes off on some distance image, far away from the horror playing out before him. For some reason, the mans inaction against what was happening made Nyssas blood boil, as much as the men participating in her rape. Are you proud of yourself, Nyssa spat at the man who held her down, as a second cock pushed into her tender ass. Her first rape left her looser for this second one, which didnt cause as much damage as he forced himself inside her. Are you proud that you stood by and did nothing but watch two priestesses get assaulted? You are no better than any man here. You may as well join in, like the piece of shit you are. Nyssa wasnt sure if insulting the man would inspire him to help them, but it was the only plan she could conceive of, at the moment.