[Thank you! Felt like a good way to represent a mind-focused eldritch god without making it incomprehensible.] Perfect. Guilog smugly smirks internally, but her avatar's expression saddens. "We will not be able to return the souls to this realm..." She elegantly shakes her head. "...but we will be able to guide them to our true domain--Gephalos." The woman lies smoothly, planning to use the human's own mind in the future to create a facsimile of the non-worshipers who perished here. "There, you shall have them once again, if Tai pledges itself to our service." Guilog gives the boy a look of compassion. "We strengthen through worship. Praise and serve us, and we shall grow powerful within this realm. We know this is much to request, but we make an oath that, should Tai do this, it will see the souls." She leaves the wording of the oath intentionally vague, not that she is bound to them in the first place.
(Thought I already replied. Brother's visiting today so can't really focus on good replies.) Seeing her act so needy, the dark god sighed while delivering another reassuring smile. "What do I keep telling you? I'm always with you." But regardless, he brought in close and kept that longing gaze on his face. "Maybe once our guests arrive, we'll sneak out in private. There's....something I want to try with you."
"What, you don't like my home?" The dark one says in mock offence. "They're all inside the palace. Want to meet them? Don't worry about what's happening on the mortal plain - time moves differently here, so days here can be seconds over there." Artemisia feels her goddess' breasts pressed up against her back, the woman's hands exploring her perfectly shaped body. From the palace, Artemisia can faintly make out the sound of music, a number of voices singing in harmony. It's hard to truly hear it from this distance, but the sound is rather appealing, and the girl has the urge to get closer for a better listen.
The woman blinked surprised as she saw Zimara, but then smiled lightly and nodded her head. "Indeed." Then she paused. "10 coppers." She said as she slowly looked Zimara over.
"Yhm~" Nebe could only moan in response, as she hung limply in goddess arms, riding her own orgasm...
Slowly, the young man nodded his head. He looked up at her with hope. "I would... see them again?" He asked, his eyes full of hope. "Then yes! I will help you!" He said with resolution. "I will praise and spoil you!" He continued.... his eyes filling with determination.
{Have fun on during the visit!} She hugged the god tightly, but then looked at him preplaxed. "Guests?" She asked, not sure who he had in mind. "Someone's coming?" She then slowly nodded her head. "We can try it now~" Her smile turned mischavilious.
"N-no, that's not what I meant!" She shook her head, trying to quickly fix the faux~ "Really?" She looked at the palace and focused on it. "I... can hear the music... singing.... and laughs." She stated, as if enchanted, she made a step forward, but then stopped, as she started moving out of embrace of dark goddess...
Zimara smirked and posed for the woman, letting her take a good look. “Just 10 coppers? I don't think you value your services enough, my dear... Or are you offering to pay me 10 coppers? I am afraid that is far too cheap for what I have to offer...” She paused, looking the woman over one more time. “How about a little test?” She pointed at the floor in front of her. “Get down on your knees and kiss me. I want a nice, long” she emphasized the word “kiss on the lips. If you can do that, we will talk more and you might get something more valuable than a measly 10 coppers. If, on the other hand, you can't do even this much, then you are not worth my time.” She looked at the prostitute's face and smiled. “What do you say, my dear? Is this something you can do, or is this task too much for you?”
"I know everything that you do and have an uncountable amount of years spent in a world of constant reconstruction. I am not here to change you, but here to change everything you want to in the image of the great breeder and goddess of progress, yours truly, Sinrah. And I am not here to get fucked over and over... not now at least. I am here, because the gods that are worshipped now had locked me away in a dark abyss and I am here to get revenge. Our goals are aligned. Fuck me whenever we manage to transform this city to fit the image of the goddess of progress and breeding." She says in the hopes of finally reaching him.
"If everything works out, they'll likely get out of the realm too. As luck would have it, I only need to exist here to make it more comfortable to people." Airleas could see that noticeable changes hadn't quite set in yet, but....that was likely because power hadn't properly been restored. But he was still markedly less strained for time than before. And he already knew what the girl was hinting at. Might be a good way to keep her dedicated. His hands ran down her body closer to her hips, pulling her in more tightly. "Well, first I put my hands here and then..." He let his body close in the distance between them until they were completely pressed against each other.
"We welcome you, Tai. You shall always be ours." Guilog gives the boy a look of mixed empathy and appreciation. The first is claimed. Be kind to Tai. It will rebel if we appear to fail. A soul can be as rebellious as it likes. It remains ours. "However, we will require more souls to believe and serve us than yours alone. Our power flows from the strong of will--the strong of soul. Tai will anchor us and shall always be foremost, but we will still be weak without more who worship."
"To low?" The woman chuckled. "Let's go with one silver, then~" She answered happily, as she stretched, arching, pushing her chest forward, her mounds bouncing a little. She moved sensually, as she slowly crawled to Zimara, licking her lips she playfully touched her pussy... then she rocked but as if struck... "Cold..." Her eyes widened as she looked at the goddess, her eyes widening with understanding. "Vampire..." She all but whispered, fear gripping her heart. Then she quickly turned around and started running away...
"Breeder godess of progress?" The goblin looked at her, his eyes wide. Then he choked as he started laughing hard. "Oh, hahaha! I didn't- I can't" He was laughing so hard that he could barely stand. He walked away from the goddess to the table. Still laughing lightly he purred himself wine. "Oh, I needed that~" He choked out when he finally stopped laughing. With a small grin he turned to the goddess. "Alright, you crazy one. You really made me laugh... you can take a bottle and leave." He waved his hand, before he turned back to his glass. "A goddess of breeding and progress." He murmured to himself, a chuckle escaping his lips.
Diana seemed to miss much of context, as the dark god spoke, but as he hugged her, she moaned, her body shivering from pleasure. "Yes~" she moaned out as she held the the dark one, her body twitching with anticipation.
The boy frowned "So... you need like a village?" he asked as he looked around. "But everyone here are... gone." He teared up again, as he looked at the bodies. A light breeze brought again a strong smell of blood and fire. The small fires could be seen here and there, among the ruins....
Zimara watched the woman's little show and nodded with approval, satisfied. The moment the whore turned to run the goddess' hand shot forward and grabbed her firmly, not letting her get away. Immediately she sent a wave of cold through the woman's body, chilling her to the bone as a warning. “No, my dear, I am not a vampire. But I can kill you just as easily.” She forcefully turned the woman around and looked into her eyes. “I am Zimara, Goddess of Winter. Do not be afraid – I will not hurt you... unless you displease me.” She smiled, but there was no warmth to it. “Now, let's try this again. Get down on your knees and kiss me, as I requested earlier. If you can do that you have nothing to fear from me and we will talk more. If you try to run, or to call for help... well, let's just say I will be very displeased...”
The woman whimpered as cold bit her, she whimpered nodding her head. She immadietly fell to her knees, and started pleasuring Zimara. Prostitute's hot breath crashed into Zimara's cold skin, as brutette's warm tongue licked the lips of her pussy, slowly moving them apart, before diving in~
Though she had asked for just a kiss, Zimara was happy to let the whore do more than that. If anything, her future servant's eagerness was a pleasant surprise. “Mmm, yes, that feels good...” The goddess could feel her arousal growing as the prostitute's tongue entered her folds. “Keep going... let's see if you can make me cum...” She encouraged the woman as she put a hand on her head to keep her in place and not let her get away.
As the cold hand touched her head, the whore half whimpered. She renewed her ministrations with vigour, doing her best to pleasure the snow goddess. And her tongue was skilled, moving around, exploring coiling her pussy... yet the woman could not do it for long, because of the cold...
