“Enough. I can tell that you are willing and skilled, but you are not used to the cold. Take a break and catch your breath.” Zimara let the whore pull away from her crotch, but did not let her go. “Let's talk for a bit before we continue. First, your name.” She demanded and waited for the woman to answer before continuing. “As I said, I am Zimara, Goddess of Winter. I am looking to increase the number of my followers. That's where you come in. Seduce people, have sex with them, and slowly convert them to my worship... shouldn't be hard, considering your profession. Still, to make things easier, I shall grant you a Blessing of Beauty. You shall have it until you die, or until you displease me enough to lose it.” Then her expression turned cold... or rather, colder than normal. “Make no mistake about it: You are required to worship me. I am a goddess, so I will know if your worship is genuine, or just an act. Any questions so far?”
Xiara relaxed her snake coils from around the dark elf and held Nebe gently in an almost motherly embrace as she recovered from her orgasm.
Oh my goddess, I am going to fucking murder this creature if this goes on. She grabs him by the neck, chokes him. Meanwhile she searches his mind for anything she can say to have him swear his allegiance to her and actually believe her. Then she takes the goblin outside the bar and drops him on to the ground. "You keep changing the topic and you don't listen at all. WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR DEAL?!" She then steps on him, before he can stand up or crawl away, and searches for his goals. Wether they are just short term or life long goals. She wants to know it all!
"Elisa~" The woman all but whimpered out. As Zimara spoke, the woman nodded her head submissively. She agreed to everything, but her act was more driven by fear, rather than loyalty.
As she lied down the woman, she realised that her time was slowly running out. She did not have much time left in this plane...
As the goblin gets on his feet, he looks around. "I have a crazy witch in my basement, that's what!" He snarled. "And Pa always repeated - don't stick it into crazy!" As she sought his goals, she realised that his ambition was to become an underworld boss. Nothing big, but something achievable. And what would convince him? Well, the underworld and miracles would probably do...
“You're afraid of me.” Zimara stated, a smirk on her lips. “Don't be, you have not displeased so far, Elisa.” She reached with her hand and gently touched the woman's cheek. “Seems like you have caught your breath, so it's time to finish what you started earlier. After that I shall grant you the blessing I promised.” Zimara grabbed Elisa's head with one hand and shoved her face in the goddess' crotch, her pussy glistening with her arousal.
(My brain still isn't working well lately, sorry. Might be better to fast forward this a little) Without much more talk, he slowly moved her close to a nearby wall for support as he got close, running his fingers further down her thighs, while slowly slipping open her blouse. Abruptly, yet softly, with just enough of a commanding touch, he began to expose more of her body. "Spread." Even though he said it softly, only whispering it, it was a command.
"More than a village, but this will come in time, Tai." Comfort it. Grant physical contact. Guilog listens to the compassionate one, wrapping her arms around the boy and holding him close. "The souls remain intact. They simply exist elsewhere now. Take comfort, Tai. You shall one day see them again." She briefly glaces at what's left of the small town, noting the lack of survivors, while the wave of grief wracks the human. "Do you know of other villages such as this nearby? You shall require shelter."
"Sadly, my time is short. Until I have more worshippers, I can only remain manifested for so long. Is your decision how you proceed from here. However,if you are ever in need of me. You know how to call." Xiara chuckled and gave the dark elf a gentle pat on the forehead before fading back into the aether.
A cold steamy breath escaped woman's lips as she breathed heavily on her knees. The assurance did little to help, as she felt the cold hand on her cheek. Moments later the tongue started moving around her snatch, steering her insides... it would not take long for the goddess to cum, into mouth f the mortal... {No problem - you want to skip the entire scene?} "Hm~" The woman moaned, her body shaking with pleasure, as she stood with her legs apart, waiting with anticipation, desire, lust... The boy took comfort in the physical contact, latching on the goddess touch. "Ah... no. I never left the village." he hung his head, but then perked up. "But, ther is a road-!" He said, more lively, with hope of pleasing her... As she returned to her domain, she could feel the elf start travelling... the question was, should she wait for Nebe to reach somewhere, wait to be called, or just drop in with another visit... as the elf was travelling.
“Mmm, yes, good girl...” Zimara moaned in approval. Already aroused she did not need long to come, and soon the whore was reward with the goddess' sweet nectar flowing into her mouth. Zimara took her time enjoying the orgasm, before finally letting Elisa go. “Good girl. Now for your reward...” She pulled the whore up so that they were face to face, then kissed her on the lips. As she did so her power flowed inside the woman, granting her the Blessing of Beauty. “It is done.” The goddess announced as she ended the kiss. “I have given you the blessing I promised. Enjoy it, and use it wisely. For what I have given I can take back...” And with that final warning Zimara returned to the ether. She would stay there for a bit to recover her power and to see what Alea and Elisa would so, then she would look for more potential followers.
As Zimara kissed her, she could feel the taste of her own juices on her tongue. The woman gasped, and shivered as cold rocked her body. As the blessing was cast on her, for the first time, there was something else on her face - a genuine wonder... Soon, after her return to the void, Zimara could feel Elisa's wonder and... faith, burning brighter then Alea's. She could feel more power coming from that whore, but it was little. But not a day went pass, as she felt ambers of worship spreading around Elisa... even as Alea was busy doing, whatever she did...
Good girl. Zimara was quite pleased with Elisa. Sure, the power she got from the whore was not much for now, but it was a good start, and it was gradually growing. The goddess decided to leave Elisa alone for now and instead look for more potential worshipers. First she would check on Alea, then on the noblewoman she had noticed earlier, and then she would search through the city for more people showing promise and potential.
As much as the goddess was curious about Nebe's plans, she also wanted to allow the dark elf room to pursue her plans how she would like. It wasn't particularly surprising that she would have to travel considering where she lives. For now, the goddess would wait and bide her time until Nebe needed her, or found a place to rest for a while. She would continue to watch and wait for the call.
It desires approval. Praise. It will be an eager servant. Perhaps deserving of our favor. "Good." Guilog smiles approvingly. "Gather what you might need and go to it." She releases Tai from her arms as she instructs him. We must induct it properly soon. Not here. There is too much pain. "We must leave you, Tai. Our physical form is fleeting. We shall keep watch over you from above--far, far above." She demanifests her avatar, assuming no objection from the human.
With her decision made, Zimara made to move back to the realm, only to realise she would need to wait. As the next day came around, Zimara felt strong enough to move. She entered the realm of the living invisible, to check on Alea... only to pause as what she saw. Her... still unconvinced follower was in some kind of dark flat, wearing dark clotches of skin and cleavage on display and that covered her face, was rumpanging through shelfs. On the bed, lied two tied, gagged, blindfolded people - a woman and a man, trying to say something through their gags... as Alea continued throwing things into her bag.
Xiara, closed her eyes and waited. The passage of time, was meaningle to her... she was eternal, unshakable... Time, had little meaning to her. Suddenly, she realised that the power she was receiving heightened. She... could feel it. She had more followers now... yet, she was still not summoned. Only worshipped.
The boys eyes widened. "Wait, does that mean you are not going?" He whimpered, and as she declared, she would be living, he all but threw himself into her arms. "Don't leave me!" He called, clinging on the goddess, as if she was his lifeline.
Zimara watched and waited, until Alea was about to leave, then materialized right in front of her, blocking her way out. “From a noblewoman to a petty thief. Is this the best you can do, my dear?” She asked, her voice revealing her disappointment.
