Thread: The Goddess's Demise (BlueSix x Vuxayl)

Her first time was back when she was a new goddess. She'd romanced the son of a noble violently opposed to her and her worshippers. The noble sent his army to kill her. Untrained in the art of war, she could not escape, and they smote her. And she came. She came when their spears impaled her. She came when they severed her limbs. She came when they beheaded her. She came when they mouth-fucked her disembodied head. She came again, and again, and again. Reeling from shock and humiliated by the attack, she promptly respawned, disintegrated their balls, and sent them packing. In the years after, she came to regret her error, for word of her ball-busting retaliation spread like wildfire throughout the world. Men came to fear her, especially bringing a blade upon her flesh, despite her reassurances that their fears were groundless. Unable to replicate the experience of her first time, she contented herself bring to sexual pleasure and healing to the people of the east. People loved her for listening to their prayers and answering them often, but it was bodily pleasures, not worship, that occupied her thoughts. The next time she found someone even remotely capable of pleasing her was a criminal sentenced to die the following morning. He fled to the foot of her temple and demanded to lay with her before the execution. People marveled at his audacity, but to everyone's surprise, she consented. Though he could not last long inside her, the two spent the night in oral pleasures and dirty conversation. When morning broke, she pleaded with him to bring a blade to her flesh, but he would not, fearing she was toying with him. He only realized her request was genuine when they carried him away. Since then, the only other time she got laid was with a young husband who was impotent and yearned to bear children. One thrust into her, and he was fully healed. The experience bored her to death. The goddess soon fell into depression as she realized there was not a single man alive with the balls and stamina to truly please her, nor anyone with the strength of will to be worthy of her. One day, during one of her disguised walks through the city to hear and answer prayers, she overheard hushed voices whispering disbelief at certain atrocities committed in a land far to the west. Her ears perked up. A young warlord, recently gifted with agelessness, rose to power and began sacrificing young women on his altar. The goddess's heart began to beat a little faster. She sent out her spies to investigate the warlord and bring back any information they could find on him. They came back with bags of portraits, biographies, records, and figurines of the man. He was popular, apparently. The goddess took the memorabilia into her inner chamber, where she studied him like a girl with a new crush and spent her evenings fantasizing about him. The cleaning maidens started having to do laundry more often. It wasn't long before the warlord came rampaging through her territory, slaughtering her armies, and besieging the holy city where she dwelt. Rumor had it he was coming specifically for her. The goddess's people were prepared to die for her, but little did they know that the goddess had no intention of defending herself.