"That, I can- ahhh!" Artemisia screamed as she fell to her doom. Kallista quickly made her way to the goddess, and knelt, accepting her instructions, with eagerness... As Vailar returned to the underworld, he easily found Artemisia walking in front of the one of the buildings, in her original form, looking around rather lost...
Alea paused. "Not fully... but it would do for now." She shook her head and got up. "Well, unless you can teleport us, I guess I will be going now..." She said as she looked around plainfrozen waste. Then she shigted. "I wonder if I find something there..."
"It's going to have to come time soon enough when I leave...but, remember. It's in our art that we're always together." As much as he wanted to play up the melodrama, his tone and expression stiffened up just a slight bit. "...although....it's odd. If my realm is opening does that mean....no. There's no way." He shook his head, talking out loud as he thought to himself. A natural byproduct of his tendency to monologue to the fairies in plays. "That requires so many things to happen. We're talking about beyond one in a million to even-but if I did it, that's already one impossible thing." He didn't even seem to be registering the existence of his future prophet despite talking loud enough for her to hear until he turned back. "...I think you should host that party in this town here. Remind people of what it's like to live again. Yourself too." He flashed an award(given to himself) winning smile in direction. "I'm not scared of you meeting anyone else. I'll just win you back again. Why settle for brass when you already have the gold ring? Well...one day, at least." He wasn't sure how far he really wanted to take it, but it was undeniable that she was attractive and had good taste, at least. "But really. I think you should take advantage of your headstart and make a night to remember for everyone here. Be it man, woman, or beast. They all deserve to forget their troubles for at least a day."
Zimara shook her head. “For now it is a bit too risky for me to try teleporting you around. But I can give you my blessing once more, to protect you from the cold... if you want it. It is your choice whether you want protection from the cold, my dear...” She looked at the elf expectantly, waiting for her decision.
"Of course." The goddess moaned as Nebe's fingers sunk into the sensitive flesh of her large breast. Her fingers continued to explore the depths of the dark elf's sex. The fingers, unimpeded by length, slide as deep as any cock. Even deeper perhaps. "What else would you call sex on an altar? I'm sure you wouldn't call your 'blood sacrifices' you wanted earlier just 'murder'."
Gentle one, to me! Guilog shouts to herself. Yes, Great Wisp? Tai's being is distressed. We must attend to him. She attempts to manifest her avatar form behind the human, bringing only the one extra fraction of her mind along this time. As a result, her demeanor is more sweet, kind, and caring. Comfort Tai first. Physical contact will be reassuring for it. The radiant goddess, kneels in the dirt behind the weeping boy and embraces him from behind. "We are sorry, Tai," is all Guilog says for now, echoing the human's sadness in her own tone and expression as she buries her face into his shoulder. It will require time. Time to heal itself. Then we shall provide time. Tai is almost ours.
Diana blinked, confused by the language he used. The dark god realised, that at this moment he could shape the view of the woman on the art she was making. He could have her make a happy party, a standard festival, where everyone would be happy and joyous... or make her a party of blood, where everyone would be screaming for their lives, forgetting all the other problems... or maybe, something else?
Alea blinked. "Why would I refuse the cold protection charm?" She asked baffled by the question, then here eyes widened. "Are there side effects to the charm? I am not going to grow a tail, am I?" She asked now little more scared.
"Desc-aghtr-tion!" Nebe maoned out as she felt one of the fingers penetrate her. "I would have guessed, you, hm~ wanted to use blood and flesh, ah, as manure~" She amanged to gasp. "So... combat for... ah, domination? Rule, uhm~ of the strong? Sex orgies? AHm!" She screamed, her breasts jiggling as sensitive spot was touched.
"You-" He choked through the tears, as he looked at her. "You are here... you were... are real!" He hugged her with power, loudly crying into her chest... covering it with his tears.
Xiara chuckled at Nebe's pleasured reaction. Her finger continued to probe against sensitive spots inside that make her moan louder. The goddess's sex was quite moist now, but she was enjoying teasing the dark elf too much to tend to her own needs. "it seems that you're generally starting to understand what is needed then. Although I would say that it's less the rule of the strong and more rule of the capable. A skilled mage can dominate their opponent with magic just as easily as a physically strong person."
Zimara chuckled. “No, of course not. You need not worry about such things, my dear. If that were a possibility I would have told you. But you are mistaken about one thing: It is not a charm, it is a divine blessing. And it not only protects you from the cold, but also allows you to use some cold-based spells – though you will have to learn how to use them on your own. Now, if you have no further questions or objections, come here.” The goddess waited for the elf to stand before her. Same as the first time she had done this Zimara took a deep breath and held it in, then used both of her hands to hold Alea's head in place and kissed her gently. As she did so she slowly let out her breath, letting it enter the elf, her divine power entering along with it once more. But this time she did not break the kiss after she had finished giving her blessing to the elf; instead she deepened the kiss, and at the same time her hands moved down to grab and grope the elf's butt. Only after kissing and groping her prophetess for a full minute did the goddess let go. “Enjoy my blessing, my dear, but know that next time we meet you will be required to worship me.” And with that promise the goddess vanished from the mortal realm, leaving the elf alone once more.
"Hmm~" She bit her lip, as pleasure shook her body. She gave Xiara's breast a light squeeze. "And a skilled thief, can easily overpower sleeping mage, ah or worriror?" She hummed, as her hand started sliding down, over Xiara's stomatch.
Alea gasped as Zimara suddenly kissed her. "So, that's what you done to me?" She choked as she got air after the kiss. "Wa-" She looked at the goddess just as she disappeared. "We will need to talk about your definition of worship next time." She said as a blush covered her cheeks. She shook her head and resumed her travels. Zimara returned to her realm, to the Underworld. As she looked back, she realised that there will be some time, before the mortal should call onto her... and as time passed - it was inconsequential to the goddess... but as she checked on the elven woman, she realised that the woman reached a city...
The goddess moaned and leaned in closer her breasts brushing against the elf's. "Mmmm...now you're beginning to understand. It's about capability and skill." She left Nebe's fingers explore her body as her tail squeezes the dark elf's legs a little tighter.
“A city? Good, let's see what sort of mortals live there, and if there are any that could be converted to my worshipers...” Zimara focused on Alea, trying to see more of the elf's surroundings and of the people in this city...
Nebe moaned out loudly, then hissed as Xiara's tail wrapped tighter around her legs. Her fingers slid over goddess sex, the elf's eyes widened a little, then she smirked. "Does it also apply to you~" She asked as her fingers slid into wet folds.
The city... it was larger, and surprisingly, warmer then ice valley. Much warmer, actually. The city seemed to host umber of beings. Humans, elfs, dwarfs... among the majority of them. It was also large - there were maybe 30 thousands souls?
Still in the godly disguise, Vailar moves behind the woman and slides her arms around her waist. "Like my palace?" She giggles, kissing the girl's neck.
“Nice city... a bit too warm, but that can be fixed later... for now I should try to find people willing to worship a new goddess...” While Zimara kept an eye on Alea, she tried to see as much of the city and its people as she could, trying to spot anyone who would make a suitable follower – such as a woman unhappy with her looks, perhaps.
