PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

Ahh~… the beautiful sound of skin slapping against skin, a rhythm I love more than any hymn ever sung in a cathedral.

I rode her, not with the frantic energy of a novice, but with the practiced, rhythmic grace of a goddess claiming her property. My hips rose and fell, my breasts bouncing with each powerful descent.

Vespera was a beast. Once the permission was given—once the ‘Messenger’ had commanded her to prove herself—the shy, devoted acolyte vanished, and in her place was a dark elf driven by a religious fervor that bordered on insanity. Her hips bucked upward with the force of a siege engine, her ‘spear’ hitting the back of my womb with every relentless thrust.

“Yes! Like that!” I gasped, my fingers digging into her grey shoulders, my nails leaving crescent moon marks in her flesh.

She didn’t use her hands. Not yet. She kept them balled into fists against the blankets, honoring my command even as her body revolted with need. Her face was a mask of ecstatic agony, sweat dripping from her chin onto my breasts, mixing with the heat of our friction.

“For… Her!” Vespera groaned, her voice vibrating against my collarbone. “Every thrust… for the Mother!”

I threw my head back, my own holy cock bobbing wildly with every jolt. It was hilarious, really. Here I was, the actual Goddess, getting railed into the dirt by a mortal who thought she was doing a holy deed. The irony was the best aphrodisiac I’d ever tasted. Every time she hit that sweet spot, I felt my divine essence flare, responding to her raw, unfiltered devotion.

“You’re… doing so well, Vespera,” I managed to choke out, my vision blurring. “She’s watching… She sees how hard you’re working for Her…”

Vespera’s pupils completely disappeared, leaving only twin pools of glowing amethyst. A low, guttural growl ripped from her lungs—a sound that belonged to an animal, not an elf. She broke. Her hands flew from the blankets, grabbing my hips with a bruising grip, and she began to jackhammer into me with a speed that made the air in the tent feel like it was boiling.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

The sound was a blur now. I was bouncing on her lap like a doll, my breasts swaying violently, my own juices leaking down our joined groins. The smell of sex, musk, and that ‘liquid prayer’ she’d smeared on the idol filled the small space, thick enough to choke on. It was the best incense I’d ever burned.

“Messenger! I… I can’t…!” she cried out, her entire body going rigid.

“Cum for me!” I snarled, grabbing her face with both hands, forcing her to look at me. “Give me that offering! Show your goddess how you worship!”

“AAAAHHHHHHHH!”

With a scream that probably startled birds for miles, Vespera erupted. Hot, thick jets of her seed hit my inner walls. The force of it, the sheer volume, was staggering. It felt like a dam had broken, flooding my womb wave after wave, so much that I felt my lower belly stretch with the sheer volume. Her body went rigid, her cock pulsing inside me like a second heart.

I stayed where I was, straddling her, my head spinning from the intensity of her release. My own ‘holy spear’ was still achingly hard, demanding attention, and one round, no matter how enthusiastic, was never enough to satisfy a goddess.

Fortunately, Vespera shares the same ‘endurance’ as my mortal body—at least she could keep up with me… for now.

“More,” I said, my voice heavy with desire as I resumed bouncing my hips, milking her for every last drop. “We’re not done yet, ‘Pointy.’ Not by a long shot.”

“M-more?” she stammered, her amethyst eyes wide with disbelief. “I… I can do more.”

“Good girl.” I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead before guiding her to my cock that was resting perfectly between her tits.

“You have your offering, now take your blessing.”

She looked at my ‘holy spear’ for a moment, her mind racing to process the command. Then, with a slow, deliberate nod, she opened her mouth.

Her lips were soft and warm as they closed around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling around the tip. She was inexperienced but enthusiastic, her movements clumsy but full of a desire to please.

“Mmmph~… like that,” I moaned, my fingers tangling in her silver hair, guiding her head down my shaft.

Although she was inexperienced, Vespera did something that surprised me. Her tongue was thinner than normal, almost like a snake’s, and she… Well, she used it to pierce the inside of my cock’s opening.

“FUCK!!!” I jolted at the sudden sensation, my hips bucking involuntarily.

That wicked little serpent tongue of hers delved deeper—probing, twisting, exploring the sensitive urethra like it was mapping sacred territory. No one had ever done that before. Not in this mortal shell, anyway. The sensation was electric: a bizarre mix of intrusion and intimacy that shot straight from my cock to my core, making my whole body clench and shiver.

“Careful, Blade Dancer,” I growled, though the words came out half-moan. “You’re playing with holy fire.”

She didn’t stop.

If anything, the warning only made her bolder. Her tongue worked inside me with a relentless, writhing rhythm while her lips, her teeth, her hands—she’d finally freed them—did sinful things to the rest of me. One hand massaged my balls with a firm, knowing pressure. The other, with a thumb coated in her own juices, began to circle the tight pucker of my ass.

It was filthy. It was divine. It was perfect.

“Oh, you kinky little bitch,” I gasped, my back arching as she pushed inside just a little, just enough to make me gasp and see stars. “You’re going to make a mess. A big, holy mess.”

“Mmmph!” she moaned in response, the vibration of her throat echoing through my cock, while her ‘snake’ tongue continued to explore my depths with a rhythmic, fluttering precision. She was tasting my pre-cum, savoring the essence of her ‘Messenger’ like it was the finest nectar.

It was an offering, an act of worship that definitely made all those dry, purity shit prayers in Uriel’s temples seem like a complete waste of breath.

“Vespera… I’m… I’m close!” I warned, my hips now moving on their own, fucking her face with a desperate, primal rhythm.

She suddenly pulled her tongue out of my cock’s opening with a wet ‘pop.’ At first, I thought she did that to allow my cum to fill her mouth, but she had a different idea.

“AHHH!… SHIT!”

Instead of her tongue, she shoved her index finger inside. The sudden, intrusive sensation was enough to push me over the edge.

It wasn’t normal. I mean, fingers were good for pretty much anything except fucking a dick hole.

But this one.

This one was different. It had some sort of… artistic flavor to it.

“We dark elves,” Vespera spoke, her lips glistening with my juices as she looked up at me, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity as she treated my cock as if it were a wet virgin hole. “We have some… unique taste. We like things with pain. And pleasure. Both at the same time.”

“You… sadistic masochist,” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily. “You mean like this?”

Swiftly, I reached for her nipples and twisted them hard. Then, using my transformation skill, I slightly modified her nipples, allowing me to shove two fingers in.

“AAH! YES!” she cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure in her voice. “YES! JUST LIKE THAT!” And as she said that, she shoved another finger inside my cock’s opening, stretching me out.

The pain was intense. But the pleasure was even more so. It was a perfect, beautiful agony that I had never experienced before. And I loved it.

“Good girl,” I panted, my fingers now pumping in and out of her nipples, my hips bucking into her face. “Keep going… show me how a true dark elf worships.”

The tent had become a furnace of flesh and blasphemy.

Vespera’s mouth worked my shaft, licking, kissing, humming vibrations that made my ‘holy spear’ thrum like a tuning fork. Her fingers—those long, slender, now utterly depraved fingers—pistoned in and out of my urethra, a steady, slow, deliberate cruelty.

Each withdrawal dragged a wet, obscene squelch.

Each re-entry burned like holy fire.

I answered in kind.

My fingers twisted deeper into the swollen, newly modified slits where her nipples used to be—two perfect, weeping little cunts now, slick with her own arousal and my divine meddling. I scissored them open, pumped in rhythm with her fingers inside me, matching cruelty for cruelty.

Every time I bottomed out in those tender holes, she screamed around my shaft—muffled, guttural, ecstatic.

Every time she curled her fingers inside my cock, I jolted so hard my hips slammed forward. If not for her finger, I would probably have shoved my cock from her throat all the way to her ass.

Note to self. Do it next time.

“Messsenger… I… I feel… Her… I feel the Goddess…” Vespera moaned, her words a garbled mess around my girth. The delusion was so pure it was almost a sin. She thought this raw, mutual violation was a form of divine communion.

I wasn’t going to correct her.

“She’s feeling you too, ‘Pointy’,” I growled, the words torn from my throat in a ragged gasp. My body was a taut wire, every nerve ending singing with the exquisite torture. I felt my climax building not like a wave, but like a star about to go supernova in my core. “She wants you to take it all! Every last drop!”

I could feel my cock swelling impossibly, the head flaring as my essence boiled up from my balls, a torrent ready to break. Vespera felt it too. She looked up at me, her violet eyes locked on mine, and her fingers stilled for a single, agonizing beat.

Then, she pulled her fingers.

Hard.

And sucked.

That was it.

The world shattered.

“AHHHH!”

I screamed. Not a sound of pleasure or pain, but something in between—a raw, primal, guttural roar that shook the very fabric of the tent. My back arched so violently I thought my spine would snap, my hips lifting clear off the blankets as my ‘holy spear’ erupted.

It wasn’t a cumshot.

It was an explosion.

A thick, blistering torrent of my divine seed blasted from my cock, so forceful that it shot straight down her throat. But Vespera was ready for it. She didn’t pull away. She leaned in, her lips sealed around my shaft, her throat working as she swallowed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she drank from the fountain of her ‘Messenger’.

But my climax was not the only one.

Vespera’s body convulsed, her own cock erupting again, shooting hot jets of cum directly inside my womb. The modified nipples on her chest wept a steady stream of her juices, the clear, sweet fluid running down her sides. She was a fountain, a spring, a wellspring of life and lust, and I was the one drawing her forth.

“Ahhh~… that was… something else,” I breathed, my body finally collapsing onto her shoulders, my limbs trembling with exhaustion. I was a goddess, yes, but even a goddess can be drained. And this dark elf had just drained me dry.

“I could… totally get used to this.”

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