The Fall of the Shrine Maidens Ch. 04

The Warrior Maiden

Celine stared at Serina's small cottage with trepidation. This was it. She could feel it. Whatever this... Presence was. It was the complete opposite of Cynora's warm and pleasant aura. She felt like she had just stepped to the doorstep of evil itself. A black smog of depravity pervaded her newfound sense.

Not a scent or sound. A feeling. A terrible feeling.

The anathema of Cynora was here. The fallen sister. The wicked Goddess. Vinora.

"What do you feel?" Nera, forever by her side, was the one who asked.

"He's here." Celine whispered back. She was afraid, she realized. But why? She had Cynora and Nera beside her, the rest of the circle was not far. There was nothing to fear. Nothing that could threaten her. And yet, her hands still shook.

"Then there's no time to waste. We cannot wait for the others!"

"He's strong Nera. His powers lie like a miasma in the air." She warned her friend. Nera looked up at her, confused. But she would be, she was not the Priestess. She could not feel what she felt.

"We have Cynora with us. She will protect us."

"You're right." Celine agreed, and clasped her shaking hands to her chest.

They marched to the door, but before they could reach it. Someone opened it from the inside. It was Serina, but she didn't look like her usual self. Her dress was rumpled and hung loosely around her. Her red hair, usually braided or gathered in a ponytail of some fashion, was now a frizzled mess around her face. She looked tired and worn down.

"Oh. Hello, Nera. Celine. Or should I call you Priestess now?" She offered them a weak smile. And they both stopped to share a look. What in the world was going on? Nera was the first to recover from the surprise.

"Serina? What happened to you, you never showed up for Celine's inauguration."

"I know, I'm sorry about that. I've been sick. Tienna was here just a little while ago to check up on me."

"She was? Where is she now?"

"She mentioned going to the lake. Said she wanted the scenic tour back."

Nera shook her head fondly. "She's skirting her chores, like always."

"Hold on! So nothing's happened? Nothing at all?"

"I've just stayed in bed for the past few days. Nothing has happened here. I've gone through the last of my food though."

"That's..." Celine struggled to say anything. She was shocked. How could this be? She still felt the overwhelming wrongness in the air. And yet, there was nothing here? Impossible. It was simply impossible. Cynora herself had warned her. There had to be something!

She brushed past the redhead and entered her home. To what end she couldn't say. The inside of Serina's home looked the same as she remembered. The bamboo floor. The tilted windows. The sparse furnishings. A bunch of dried red reeds cluttered her floor. A new project she'd begun. The bed was an absolute mess, evidence of her sickness no doubt, and a foul odor of diseased air backed that up.

What kind of sickness has she been having? The air here is terrible.

Other than that. There was nothing. No evil lurked in the corners here. She walked back out in a daze. Her mind awhirl with confusion. It was in that moment Alanah and Shey'lin arrived. Celine gritted her teeth, she had no patience for Alanah's jealousy right now. This was trying enough as it was.

"So, where is this man of yours?" Alanah asked her with a haughty smile as she approached. Her predecessor was clearly enjoying this. Alanah had never liked Celine much, and that had only gotten worse once it became clear Celine would become the next Priestess. Alanah would not waste this opportunity to drag her down.

"I don't know." Celine replied candidly. "But something is going on here, something very bad."

"Really? It seems like we've walked all this way for nothing." The dark-haired woman glanced at Serina, and her thin eyebrows furrowed. She too was reacting to the disheveled state of their red-haired sister of purity.

"Are you well... Sister Serina?" Alanah asked, a rare note of real concern in her voice. The previous Priestess pulled her beige ritual cloak tighter around herself as if that could ward of whatever sickness Serina had come down with.

"Just a bit sick." She smiled weakly.

Celine was forced to step aside when the tall and bronze skinned Shey'lin moved past her. Shey'lin was somewhere in her early thirties, and thus their eldest. Out of all of them, she had been in Cynora's service the longest, and knew the island better than any of them. Perhaps it was because of these things that she tended to act independently.

What was it Alanah told me? That Shey'lin hails from a desert tribe in the east?

Shey'lin had half head on the rest of the circle, and always by her side was her spear. They all looked as she squatted down to look at something in the foliage on the other side of the clearing. Her jet-black hair obscured her face, so Celine couldn't see her expression, but she was clearly searching for something.

"What now?" Nera asked her quietly.

"This isn't over." Celine muttered. "But we need to take Serina back inland. She looks ready to keel over. When was the last time you ate?" She directed that last part to Serina.

"Uhm..." Serina hesitated. "This morning."

"And what of your evil and dangerous man?" Alanah inquired with a sharp smile.

"I still feel... that there's something off. But I can't pinpoint it."

"How convenient." The older woman drawled out sarcastically.

"I believe her." Shey'lin stood right behind her, and she jumped at the sudden proximity to the bigger woman. "I wish to speak to our Priestess for a moment. You two help Serina get her things in order."

Alanah made a face, but she respected Shey'lin, and so acquiesced. Nera eyed them curiously as Shey'lin took her to the edge of the clearing, even Serina stared at her with an odd frown on her face. Celine had never seen her act like that before. What was going on with the redhead?

The sun kissed woman crouched down and gestured to the ground. "There are two sets of fresh footprints here, they head inland, into the jungle."

"Two?" Celine asked. Wait. That's not in the direction of the lake?

"Two." Shey'lin held up two fingers. "Your instinct as our Priestess has not failed us, Celine. On the contrary. I believe you are right, and that there is someone else on this island."

"I knew it!" She cried out and clenched her fist.

"And I believe this person has taken Tienna and Serina as their thralls."

"Wait, what?" She slowly unclenched her fist.

"Yes." Their eyes met, and Serina saw a deep concern in Shey'lin's dark eyes.

"Why else would Serina lie and say nothing has happened? Go back to the others, Celine. This problem shall be my undertaking."

"Hey! Slow down, what are you even saying? Enthralled?"

"You new girls do not know the old stories so well, do you?" Shey'lin flashed a row of pearly white teeth at her. "You must seek out the old records, Celine. Our predecessors have dealt with situations like these before. Search the scroll room in the temple."

"I will." She nodded. "But you must tell me what you meant. Please."

Shey'lin considered her with charcoal eyes that gave away nothing.

"This evildoer on our island. He has Vinora's gifts. That is the only way he could have reached the island to begin with. I believe he has corrupted two of our sisters here. But I will put a stop to it." She held out a small polished wooden disc inlaid with two gems. One blue and one white. Celine recognized the symbol of Cynora. She had one just like it.

"That's our initiation gift." Celine remarked with surprise.

"Yes. I keep it around my neck, always. We all receive this when we accept our place and duty on this island. It is the symbol of our Goddess, and our best protection now. I don't know what happened to Serina or Tienna. Even without their medallions, their white ceremonial attire has Cyrona's symbol stitched into it. They should have been impervious to any mind tampering, but perhaps he took them by surprise."

"A piece of clothing is easily removed. Maybe he..." Celine let her suggestion trail of, and a shudder passed through her.

Shey'lin looked into the jungle with narrowed eyes. "Also possible."

"It's far too dangerous to go out there alone!" She tried to make the older woman see sense.

"Do not worry. I will track down this..." She waved her spear over the tracks. "Fiend."

"And the rest of us?"

"Return to the temple, young one. Read. Find countermeasures. Help Serina. I will go kill this interloper."

xXx

Tienna guided Athruien through a more dense and ingrown part of the jungle than anything he'd seen so far on Cynora's island. They spent the latter half of the day trekking through the undergrowth, where the foliage clawed and rasped at them. He was glad to be dressed for this, it wasn't much, but a bit of clothing was better than nothing.

The sun had all but descended when Tienna stopped at last.

"So, this is the spot?" He asked her.

"Sure is." She responded with a grin.

It was an impressive hideout. He couldn't deny that. A massive tree stood before them, towering over the rest of the jungle with its moss-covered arms draped with liana. And somebody had built a cabin in the nook of one of its many branches. A big one.

"How did you find this? He asked.

"Randomly." She answered. "Like with most things in life."

He held the rope ladder taut and had her climb up ahead of him. Which in turn gave him an excellent view of her bare ass and pussy, her white dress covered nothing from that angle. And Athruien was reminded just how much a marvel of the natural world Tienna's backside really was.

He climbed up after her once she reached the top.

The cabin was a rather messy construction of uneven wooden boards nailed together in a somewhat stable fashion. The floors creaked as he stepped on them, but it seemed safe enough. At least for a night.

There were two single beds, one on each side of the room. A few chairs and a simple rickety table. Several slanted shelves filled with cutlery and cups covered the biggest wall. There were no windows, but Tienna found a pair of candles that she lit. She then dragged a chest out from under one of the beds. They opened it to reveal a plethora of hard biscuits, some jerky, one big cheese and a bottle of red wine.

Not bad. Athruien thought to himself. Not bad at all.

He tried to nibble on one of the biscuits. "Did you stock this?"

"Yes. For a rainy day. I like to wander the island when I can."

He popped open the wine and had a swallow. A tad too bitter for his taste, but it would do. He offered it to Tienna, who took it with a smile. She'd been surprisingly... Normal? After they left Serina, she hadn't tried to make a move once. He was dressed for once, and that probably had a lot to do with it, since the object of her addiction wasn't dangling right in front of her.

"How far away are we from the temple?" He wanted to know.

Vinora had mentioned a temple on his first day here, but he still had no clue where it was.

"It's a couple of hours walk from here. Why?"

"I need to get to it at some point." He responded ominously. Tienna bit off a piece of jerky as she studied him.

"It's not hard to reach."

"Good."

"But it's in the middle of our community."

Athruien let out a sigh and drank deeply from the bottle. "Of course it is."

"Tell me about the other maidens. Serina had a lot to say, but I want your opinion."

"Well... Which one?"

"Start with the Priestess."

"She came to the island two months after I did. You'd think we'd hit it off because of that maybe, we're nearly the same age even. But no, I could never stand her all that much."

Athruien rose an eyebrow and plopped another dry biscuit into his mouth.

"Why not? Serina said she liked her."

"Serina likes everyone, and everyone likes Serina." Tienna responded drily. "I've just always found Celine TOO nice, you know?"

"Ahh." Athruien nodded, that was a sentiment he could understand.

"If feels weird talking to her, she's so polite it feels fake, you know? But it's not fake, it's just how she is, but I still can't shake that feeling when I talk to her."

"And the old Priestess?"

"Alanah? I never talk to her. She's standoffish, but very dedicated to Cynora, I guess. She's always so serious during sermons."

"Serina told me she was jealous of Celine."

"Oh yeah. Big time. They can barely stand one another."

"I might be able to use that. And the last two?"

"Well, there's Nera, I honestly don't know much about her. She always sticks close to Celine. She's like her shadow or something. Honestly, if I didn't know better, I would think she was... you know." Tienna hooked her little finger.

"Now that's interesting." He could definitely use that. "And the warrior?"

"Shey'lin. She's very... Shey'lin. I guess."

"What?" He asked her. Not at all amused.

"I'm saying she's like a power all unto herself. The Priestess might be our leader, but everyone respects Shey'lin, you know? She's like... everyone's mom or something."

"Huh. You and Serina have very different takes on people."

"Hardly surprising."

"Oh well. It's been a long day."

Athruien placed the empty bottle down and rose to take off his clothes. Tienna did the same, and once naked they both stopped to admire one another. Well, she mostly stared at his cock. But faced with her naked front, he mostly stared at her soft and inviting bosoms, so he could hardly complain.

How the hell am I getting horny again? After all the sex I've had today?

His goddess answered him. "This is what you are now. You embody lust itself. You can stave off orgasm and maintain your erection for hours now, if you so wished."

Her areolas were small, just a tiny circle on her full breasts, but her nipples seemed to stiffen in real time. She took a step towards him, arm outstretched. He almost rolled his eyes. She was completely ruled by her craving for his cock, only his dick mattered to her.

He almost let out a sigh. This was starting to get stale. If he didn't-

Tienna kissed him on the lips and her arm slowly snaked around his shoulder. She was standing on her toes just to reach him with her mouth. He felt a brief moment of surprise, and he slowly started to kiss her back. That seemed to embolden her.

Her hands roamed over his body. Touching his toned flesh and prominent muscles wherever she could. Athruien slowly recovered from his initial surprise and started by grabbing one tit and one ass cheek, respectively. He massaged her soft flesh and sent his tongue into her mouth, something she eagerly welcomed.

They broke for air.

"That was different." It was the first time that she'd initiated a kiss with him.

"I've been thinking a lot. You know, after... I saw how you and Serina had sex. I realized I also... wanted that."

"So, this is not the only thing you want anymore?" He smirked at her and grinded his pelvis into the nook of her thighs. She looked down at his hardening cock and lost her vocabulary and sense of self completely.

"I... Uh. That's..."

He pulled her chin up and laughed. "Sorry. You were saying?"

"Listen..." She shook her head. "It's not about want when it comes to your cock. I need your dick. But the sex you and Serina had. That I want. Okay?"

"I think I understand." Athruien nodded. She had seen her friend get the better deal out of the sex earlier that day. It was only natural that she wanted an equal slice of the cake, so to speak. And this was how she had decided to go about it. Interesting.

"But we're not lovers." He told her with a cold smile.

"I-I guess not." She looked up at him, an uncertain expression on her face. Her cute lips parted in worry. He bent down and took one of them between his teeth and nibbled gently on it. It was soft. Soft and willing.

"What do you think you are to me?"

"I'm your s-slut." If it was possible to be both proud and ashamed at once, Tienna was doing a passable impression of it.

"Well said."

With one hand he grabbed Tienna between the legs, where three of his fingers immediately got sucked into her drenched pussy. She moaned and subtly changed her footing, to allow his hand better access to what had once been her sacred duty to protect. A part she no longer considered sacred at all. At least not when it came to him.

He hooked his fingers inside her and jogged them in and out of her rapidly. She lasted half a minute before her lovely mews began to escalate. She seized his upper body in a vice-grip. Her lovely legs started to shake with pleasure. He kept up the pressure, and just as she came, he pulled out and started flicking his hand over her clit.

With a shrill scream of pleasure, Tienna unleashed a torrent of liquid from between her legs. Spraying the cabin with her squirt. He pulled her to him and grabbed her ass cheeks, before lifting her up to his waist. There, he positioned her drenched pussy right in front of his erect manhood.

She jerked in his grip, trying to wriggle herself onto his member, and Athruien grinned.

"What would you do to have me lower you down on this cock right now?"

"Anything." She told him without hesitation. "And you know it."

"True." He answered her with a chuckle.

He eased her eager cunt right onto his ready member. And Tienna seemed to more or less forget what they'd even been talking about. He held both of her delicious ass cheeks and used them to bounce her up and down on his cock while she held him around his neck. Her red face and open mouth was such a turn on. And her voice?

She whimpered like a bitch in heat.

He watched her face intently as he slid his cock farther out on the next bounce, only for it to slide into the other hole. Tienna jerked in his arms and a pained cry left her mouth. He held her for a quiet moment. She deserved that much. Then he began moving. Using the same motions as before, only this time he was fucking her ass, not her pussy.

"W-wrong hole! N-not like this!"

"You don't have a wrong hole." He told her with a cold smile.

"You. Ungh! Bastard!" She clamored and dug her nails into his shoulders.

She soon discovered that whether he was fucking her ass or pussy. There wasn't all that much difference. The brunette felt orgasmic even when his dick was poking through her asshole, and she slowly relaxed into him again. The sudden shame deflated when juxtaposed to the rampant pleasure his cock was penetrating her with.

He plopped her without care onto the closest bed and rolled her onto her stomach.

"Wait. Don't-" whatever she'd been about to say, vanished as a warbled cry rose up from her chest instead. He'd shoved his cock into her ass again. She lay there, flat on her stomach, and whimpered softly into the mattress as he fucked her asshole to his heart's content.

"This is disgusting! But why does it feel so good?!" She cried out in confusion.

"You should know why by now." He remarked with a smirk.

He pushed her head into the bed and fucked her like the slut she was.

"It's your dick... Your cock is too good!" She groaned and shook beneath him. Her mind had been warped into feeling orgasmic no matter what hole he fucked her in. Of course, that meant her asshole as well. If she was confusing that with his cock being a divine gift to all womankind, so be it.

Shame and pleasure mixed in her eyes, but one was overpowering the other. Tienna couldn't resist the onslaught of sheer pleasure he was heaping upon her, and Athruien loved the way she squirmed beneath him.

He kept using her ass. And Tienna kept cumming on his cock. It was pure bliss. And as the evening wore on, he kept demeaning her. He flipped her around and took her in whichever way he fancied her. Spread out, folded over, or just a crumpled and quivering mess of flesh that squealed in ecstasy at whatever way he took her.

"The best... dick... there is! So gooooood!"

He could no longer hold it in. He pulled out of her ass and spurted rope after rope of his semen over her naked body, some of which reached all the way up to her face and tits.

"Oh. Wow. There's so much." She murmured and scooped some of his white spunk from her left boob only to put it in her mouth. She closed her eyes and hummed to herself at the taste of his cum.

"Go and get washed up. I like my girls clean."

She rose shakily and gave a happy nod. He grabbed her hand before she could walk away, and she looked at him with surprise.

"Be a good slut and clean my cock first."

She looked at his dick. It glistened with cum, and while there was no visible evidence of their anal play, it still reeked. No woman would ever let herself be reduced to cleaning a cock like this. Tienna however, was his slut. His whore. And she crouched down like the good little slave she was.

He was disappointed. Which was silly, seeing as he had made her like this.

Athruien craved the struggle. That fire of resistance as he enslaved a woman to him was what he yearned for. There was nothing better than to take an innocent and pure creature and twist them into his image. And so, he knew it was time he found himself a new maiden to corrupt.

But he never found the next one. She found him.

xXx

Athruien woke the next morning with the tip of a spear just a few inches from his face. His gaze flickered beyond the spear tip, to the woman who wielded it. There was no doubt, this was Shey'lin. The warrior maiden. She had - for whatever reason - hesitated to kill him. Some kind of silly, idealistic notion perhaps? Or was this something else entirely?

"Careful, my champion." Vinora spoke to him through their bond. "This maiden came prepared, she carries Cynora's protection. My powers cannot touch her so long as she has it."

Athruien swallowed loudly and the tip of the spear bobbed along his Adam's apple. This was bad.

"Why am I still alive?" He asked quietly. "Is there no honor in killing a man in his sleep?"

"You think I stay my spear because I am concerned with honor?" His would-be assassin replied with a mirthless smile that broadened into a predatory grin.

"Nonsensical. There is no honor in killing men. Distractable and useless like you all are. I belay the killing blow for one reason only. You have enthralled this woman, and you will undo that spell."

Her eyes flitted to the side, where Athruien noticed Tienna for the first time since waking. He blamed the spear, which consumed most of his vision. The brunette was naked and watched the two of them with trepidation.

"I will grant you a painless death if you do this."

"What a grandiose gesture." He remarked with a smile, not at all bothered by the fact that this woman had quite literary caught him naked in bed. "But alas, Tienna offered herself to Vinora of her own volition. There is no spell."

Those onyx eyes looking down at him hardened. "Your cruel goddess knows only enslavement. She puts on shackles with no keyhole. So be it."

Shey'lin's grip on the spear changed. She brought it back and thrusted it down. From his position on the bed, there was nothing he could do, and this ferocious warrior was apparently immune to Vinora's gifts. Even so, Shey'lin had made a fatal error. A singular misjudgment of the situation.

She had failed to consider the depth of Tienna's newfound loyalty.

The brunette sprang forward and grabbed the spear, and the two women grappled over the weapon for just a moment. It was enough. That moment saved his life. He threw the sheets to the side and barreled himself from the bed and into the dark-haired warrior.

"The necklace! Remove it! Quickly!" The Goddess of Rapture commanded.

They crashed to the floor and the entire cabin creaked. The course planks splintered into his skin, but he barely even felt it. He found her throat and squeezed her airway shut. Shey'lin coughed loudly, but to his astonishment she flipped him over her with a powerful kick. He crashed into the floor, but they both whirled back to their feet.

Unfortunately, she still had her spear.

"You animal!" She growled at him and leveraged her spear towards him once more. "You will pay for all that you have done!"

"Perhaps you ought to be more worried about yourself." He responded calmly. She frowned, and the confusion in her eyes was so sweet. So delectable.

He showed her what he'd torn off her neck just a moment earlier.

She recognized the ornament immediately, and pure dread settled in her face. It was the symbol of her Goddess. The amulet of Cynora.

"Don't-" She got no further than that, and neither did Athruien. Because in that moment, Tienna, unbeknownst to both, had snuck up behind Shey'lin. The empty wine bottle smacked into the back of Shey'lin's head with a hard thump. The warrior crumpled unceremoniously to the floor.

He looked at Tienna. "What the hell!"

"She was about to kill you!"

"I had it under control!"

"Fine! But a bit of gratitude wouldn't hurt, you know!"

"Yes, yes. You saved my life. It shan't be forgotten."

The hatch down to the rope ladder lay open from when Shey'lin had snuck inside, and her unconscious body lay dangerously close to the hole in the floor. He closed the hatch and crouched down in front of the limp woman. "She's not dead... her chest is moving."

"Oh. Good. So, what now?" Tienna clutched the wine bottle with anxious hands.

"Go fetch that coil of rope in the corner there. Help me tie her down."

Tienna did as he said while he assessed the caramel-skinned woman at his feet. She was a fair maiden, more so now that her face was no longer marred by disgust or rage. How best to do this?

"There is another way you can employ your Geas." Vinora's sultry voice purred. "It's a useful tool to restrain someone, but seeing as this one is already in the palm of your hand, you might as well know that the mental chains of the Geas can also be turned inward. You can ensnare her mind, to a much deeper degree than any imprint ever could."

"But I can only use it once a day." He brushed a few strands of Shey'lin's midnight black hair away from her face. She had long hair, not as long as Serina, but it reached all the way down to her middle back. He was eager to get her out of all that unflattering leather.

"For now. Yes. But the Geas has no rules. Anything goes. For example, you can make her hate Cynora or distrust her fellow maidens. But a sufficiently strong will might just overpower something so crude as that. I expect this one falls into that category. Use it wisely."

"I see..."

Shey'lin seemed to really despise men. More so than the other maidens at any rate. There was a definite disregard for the masculine gender in her, and that was giving him an idea. But he would have to be careful. He needed Shey'lin for his plans on the island. He had to utterly enslave her.

He could not afford a loose leash with this woman.

"If I used the Geas, could I shackle her mind with a rule for instance? Maybe... Every time she thinks or feels something negative about a man, her mind will begin to override that with something positive instead, or better yet, something depraved."

"That should be within your ability to perform, yes. Do it."

With a dark smile on his face, Athruien grabbed Shey'lin's head.

xXx

Shey'lin woke slowly. Her skull was pounding and her neck hurt. She lifted her head slowly. Blinking back the pain that was coursing through her brain. She discovered her bonds after another moment. She had been tied down to a chair. She could wiggle her toes and fingers. But not much else.

She was naked. Not only that, but her legs had been spread wide apart, giving anyone and everyone a perfect view of her most private parts. She tried to close them, but it was useless. Whoever had tied the knots had known their business. And so she was forced to sit with her sex on full display, she refused to feel any shame about that. She held her head high.

She was however, not alone.

A single, solitary person was in the cabin with her. Sitting opposite her was him. Vinora's pawn. Her Enemy. He was dark of hair and blue eyed. A fairly handsome face, not at all proportional to his black heart. If nothing else, she was relieved to see him dressed in some simple black slacks.

"Where is Tienna?" She chose to start speaking first.

"Greetings, Shey'lin. Tienna is outside foraging. She's a simple slut with nothing but cock on her mind, but she was graceful enough to give us some privacy for this. Or, well I suppose I told her to fuck of in the end."

"Release me now, and I will consider a quick death for you." Her words came out calm. Confident even. But deep down, her heart was raging. How she hated this man (hated? But I relished how he wrestled with me earlier!)

Shey'lin felt her own breath hitch at that ridiculous thought. She shook her head and exhaled slowly. She disliked most men, but this one she despi - (admire with every fiber of my being! To reach this island as a man was incredible!)

Shey'lin blinked rapidly as her own thoughts became less coherent and more erratic with each passing second. She looked up with dread in her gut. This was his doing. He had already dug his claws into her.

"What have you done to me?"

"You noticed it already? That's impressive."

"What. Have. You. Done?" She bit off each word, but he merely laughed. A disgusting and (melodious sound that pleased her to no end.)

Stop it Shey'lin! Those are not my thoughts! This is him! He's doing it!

"Me?" He asked in mock affront, touching a hand to his chest. There was an air of haughty condescension to him that (I find enticing!)

"I have done nothing - not yet." He said with another laugh. That wonderful laugh, she really liked the way it hit her ears. So clear. Almost musical.

"In a certain roundabout way, you are doing this to yourself."

"You fiend!" She spat the words through gritted teeth. "Devil! Monster!"

"I'm being honest!" He held out both hands in that overly confident swagger that she found so charming all of a sudden.

No! Get a grip Shey'lin! Stop thinking! Stop feeling. Deaden your heart!

The man rose languidly from his chair and took of his black shirt. Which he folded and hung over the chair behind him. He simply stood there, smirking at her with a self-satisfied smile. He disgusted her to no end (He was transfixing, utterly magnificent in his stance!)

Shey'lin closed her eyes as a painful tremble sprung across her temple. Magnificent? Had she just considered her enemy transfixing in her own mind? What the hell was this? She clamped down her jaw and kept her eyes shut. This foul devil could not deceive eyes that refused to open.

"That's clever. You're as headstrong as they claimed you were." He remarked with a touch of admiration. She strongly disliked his overconfident and domineering voice (what a sexy voice! Such confidence and power!)

She ignored her own thoughts. They were not hers, just a deception. Quite literarily, a trick of the mind.

"Do you intend to spend the rest of the evening blind, then?" He asked her. And she frowned at his voice. The sound of it had grated on her all this time, but now... suddenly it was far more bearable to listen to.

She heard him take a few measured steps toward her, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of reacting to him. He grabbed the back of her chair, and she barely stopped herself from wincing. His scent assaulted her nostrils and she wanted to puke. The unwashed musk that clung to him was such (a delectable fragrance that I cannot get enough of!)

Her lips parted slightly as she took in that heady scent. It was surreal. She recognized the smell of an unwashed man, the musk was unmistakable and she had always hated that scent. The sweat and stink of it, but she couldn't stop herself from sneaking in small whiffs. It was... doing things to her. And she felt true fear when a tiny throb of arousal rose within her.

This is bad! My head... My own mind is turning against me!

A pair of calloused hands came to rest on her bare shoulders. She shook them off and he chuckled. His laugh was so wonderful, so infectious she wanted to laugh with him, but she squashed down that impulse. She did not like his laugh! (Yes, I do! I love it!) And the feeling of his hands on her body was uncomfortable (exciting, I want more!)

"You warrior women are all the same." He remarked in that entrancing voice.

He put his hands on her neck and began massaging her. The sudden exhilaration at his touch was so unexpected she forgot to shake him off at first. She made up for her momentary lapse by banging the back of her head against his midsection. But she might as well have rammed a stone wall.

Just how hard was this man!?

At least his course hands were awful against her skin (No! They feel great!) Well, they were all right, but his technique had been below (far above anything I've ever felt!) Surprisingly good actually, what was that lovely spot he was hitting underneath her shoulder blade?              

Stop enjoying it!

"You dedicate yourself to a pursuit greater than yourself. But in the process, you neglect yourself. Your body. Your needs."

"I do not neglect myself!" She growled and her eyes flew open.

"You think I'm a liar then?" He whispered in her ear, sweet words that poured down her head like liquid honey. But the sweetness was a trick, a way to mask the poison he was force-feeding her. Of course he was a liar! She knew he was deceiving (Do I? Has he not been honest? Has he not shown transparency in every act?)

"Yes! No! I-I can't!" Her head hurt. Her thoughts were a mess and the situation was spiraling out of control.

She jerked when his hands descended, but her heartfelt protestations fell on deaf ears. Those nice coarse hands of his enveloped her breasts and began to molest them. He was not gentle in his ministrations, and a few whimpers of pain escaped her lips at his rough treatment.

Bastard! He just does whatever he pleases and (it's so hot!)

Tied down and unable to fight back. Shey'lin was ashamed to admit that in spite of the cruelty taking place, she was becoming turned on. She at least drew no pleasure from what he was doing with her breasts. The man squeezed too hard. Pinched too much. Pulled her nipples too far.

"Stop it you mongrel!" She lashed out, but he ignored her.

Then something changed. Whereas before, he'd been too rough. Now his hands didn't squeeze her boobs hard enough. Every time he pinched her nipples she would whimper - but from pleasure now, not pain. He pulled her nipples taut, straining her flesh against the rope. A loud moan pierced the otherwise silent cabin.

It had been her moan. She had just moaned like a wanton whore. What the hell just happened?

"Well then, that's quite something." He was looking down at something between her legs. She followed his gaze to the wet spot on the chair under her naked slit. To see the evidence of her arousal so clearly on the wooden chair made her shameful. How had it come to that? And this quickly?

His hands retreated, and she was given a moment to breathe. There was a slight shuffle of something behind her, and she had the foresight to close her eyes before he stepped into view again. She knew he had removed his pants when the rank smell of his sex assaulted her senses.

She had always hated (loved!) the smell of an unwashed cock. And with the heat of it so close to her face she tried to reel away from that nasty (delicious!) smell. Wait. Was it so bad? It was an overpowering odor to be sure, but not in an altogether bad way. It had a certain... appeal.

Shey'lin get a hold of yourself! You do not enjoy this!

But she was enjoying it. Every breath filled her with more of his cock, and she loved it. She knew it was wrong, knew it was nothing but an illusion. That her mind was in the process of being altered against her will. It made no difference. She found herself wanting more of it. To have it closer. To open her eyes and take in the sight of it if nothing else.

No! Don't even think about it!

"This is very amusing, of course. But I think it's time we laid down your new role. Your new rules."

"You are so full of yourself." She muttered. She liked that in a man though. Preferred it even. What? No! What was she even thinking? She did not even like men! (Yes I do!)

"You see, Shey'lin." There was a sharp tug in her bonds. What was this?

"I have need of someone capable at my side. A strong and reliable woman."

There was another tug. And her heart soared as the cursed bonds that had held her in place all slackened. She said nothing, made no move as he cut the knots by her ankles. If he was foolish enough to set her free she would make it count. Oblivious as only a man can be, he simply kept talking.

"A king needs a knight, don't you agree?"

"You fashion yourself a king?" She asked him, she needed him distracted.

"I will be. You'll see it for yourself soon enough. Soon this whole island will be mine."

What an insane megalomaniac goal to have. The sheer hubris of it. The conceit! It was all so!... so... attractive? (To have the confidence to lay such a plan and execute it! Only a great man could achieve such grandeur!)

Shey'lin grimaced as she felt her thoughts and emotions warp from within.

He was ambitious; she would give him that. But it would never come to be. The last of the rope which had held her torso against the chair fell away and Shey'lin cracked open her eyes. Her enemy was to her right, naked and sporting a rock-hard cock that somehow looked even more appealing than her depraved and altered mind had imagined.

It took some effort to ignore it, but she summoned that with ease and rose to her feet. Her hands were still tied behind her back, but she was free, and so were her legs. He would not count on that. Shey'lin spun on her foot to deliver a powerful round house kick right into his - open palm? Wait, what?

He'd grabbed her ankle mid air, and his suggestive glance down at her exposed nether regions was simply disgust-arousing!

He pulled her closer and hooked his arm under her leg, locking it in place so she was forced to balance on one leg with both her arms tied behind her back. His other arm locked around her throat and squeezed just enough to stop her from speaking.

"You can't solve this with violence, Shey'lin." He told her with that sexy smirk of his.

"Fuck... You." She managed to wheeze out before he tightened his hold on her throat. She struggled to breathe, and a sliver of fear registered in the back of her mind, but it was overshadowed by arousal and excitement. The way he so effortlessly took control of her was impressive, in a manly way. But when had she ever found that sort of thing erotic?

I don't! I never have! This is not me!

He kept a hold of her throat, but his other hand - when had he unhooked her leg? - went between her legs. She felt a hot mix of shame and fury. Shame at the wet squelches coming from his hand stabbing into her sex, and rage at his carefree use of her body. Who the hell did he think he was?

Shey'lin tried to twist free, but he'd grabbed her by the pussy and was not letting go. She was nothing more than a plaything for this man to abuse as he wished. A notion she knew should fill her with all kinds of horrible emotions, but she struggled to summon more than a strong sense of dismay as he pumped his hand in and out of her wet pussy.

Up until then, she'd found his attempts at stimulating her sex average at best. Impatient, violent and utterly devoid of any delicacy. But just like before, it all turned on its head and the experience somehow... changed. Her legs started to shake at the hefty pleasure rocking her body.

Another deep, unbidden moan escaped her throat.

"Oh, so you like that?" He asked and began to flick his hand over her most sensitive spot faster than ever. She could not muster a reply. In truth, she could barely keep herself standing as he made her cum on his fingers.

"What a fine specimen you are." He complimented her. Like she was an object. An instrument he had just used for his own satisfaction. The thought spiked her subsiding arousal.

No! This is wrong!

He pushed her to her knees, before grabbing her tied up hands and bending her over. The only reason she did not crash into the floor face first was because he held her bound hands. She barely got out a protest before he rammed his cock inside her. She was still sensitive from her last orgasm, and she winced in pain at the sudden intrusion into her overly sensitive sex.

Cynora, forgive me. I have lost my chastity. But I am still yours!

He kept raping her with abandon, but she had just orgasmed, and was too sensitive to feel any semblance of pleasure at the way he was pounding her pussy. On the contrary, his rapid rhythm was almost painful to endure. But then his member seemed to hit her differently. It felt harder, longer and bigger. He slowed down and slowly speared his cock through her.

The pain vanished, and she tried to keep it in, but a whimper escaped her.

"What a lovely reaction. I believe you are ready."

"No!" She snarled. "You may have my body, but I belong to Cynora, my goddess. Not a cruel man like you."

"I see." Suddenly, the pleasure was gone. Removed. Cut out from under her just like that. He stood in front of her. His cock just a few inches from her face. The smell was nearly irresistible. How good would she feel if she just opened her mouth and took it in? No! Stop that!

"Is there something you want?" He asked with amusement as he dangled his cock in front of her face. Had she been following its movements like she was in a trance just then? Get it together, Shey'lin!

"I want to be free of you." She said at last. And was proud of it.

"Free of me? Sweet girl, you are about to become my second in command."

"What?"

"The rest of the maidens will easily see the error of their ways once I acquire your devotion. You will help me conquer them. It's your fate."

"You think I would ever help you with that? I would rather die!"

"As if you could oppose me." He grabbed the roots of her hair and shoved his cock inside her mouth. Finally! She had yearned for this for so long now! And it was just as good as she had imagined. Wait. No. Resist damn it! He yelped and pulled back with a snarl when she bit down on his cock. She grinned at his shocked face. He had not expected that at all!

"You stubborn wench! I need you obedient, damn it!"

"I will never stop fighting you." She said and spat out a glob of phlegm.

"Fine. I'm done playing fair. This might break you, but you're strong. You can take it, Shey'lin."

"Fair? You never played fair you wretch!" She raged and twisted in his grip.

But he pulled her up to him and hooked his arm around her throat only to place his mouth next to her ear. She tried to wrestle free, but he held her in place. He tickled her ear with strange whispers. Words she couldn't understand. Another language? No, it sounded gibberish? What was this?

He slid his cock inside her where they stood and she was too confused to even respond. The pleasure was like a lightning bolt from a clear sky.

Shey'lin had a spot inside her that made her feel her absolute best when she hit it. Reaching it on her own was close to impossible, even with toys, and scarce few others had ever reached it. Suddenly, her entire sex felt like that one spot. Better even. Far better. It could not compare. It was like rediscovering the meaning of pleasure itself.

Then it spread throughout her entire body, filling her with nothing but ecstasy.

She stopped fighting. Stopped thinking. Every time his cock grazed her insides she felt the pleasure surge from her vagina to her toes to the tips of her hair. An indescribable bliss that originated from his rock-hard member. She was glad, so glad and grateful when he bent her over to carve his perfect cock through her pussy.

Her god and every other divine faded from her mind in the wake of this absolute rapture. Shey'lin had only attention for the divine sensations this man was giving her. Oh, and what a man he was! What a wonderful, incredible man with an even more amazing manhood!

It's... not real. A whisper deep down in her mind rose, but it was blown away in the tempest of her own mind. Shey'lin was a literal storm of euphoria. One orgasm bridged the next and her body never seemed to give out, never burned out from the scalding heat of their frantic fucking.

Yes, their fucking. Shey'lin was leaning into it now - she had no clue when that began. But she was eagerly rocking her hips to meet his thrusts. Every time he pulled out of her to switch position was a moment where her world was rendered cold and empty. Then he filled her again. Filled her with life and purpose and joy that burst into existence in tandem with his cock.

Had she truly reviled this man? How? He was gorgeous! As beautiful as he was magnificent. A real man. It all made sense now. Everything he'd told her clicked into place as he plunged his godlike shaft deep into the depths of her unworthy pussy. He had wanted to show her this from the beginning! That had been his goal all along, to show her what she had missed.

This isn't... right! That pesky voice was just a ghost now, hardly worth noticing.

He smacked her ass with a fierce swing of his arm, and she orgasmed yet again on his magnificent cock. He pulled her head back by tangling her hair in his fist before ramming his all-consuming member into her sopping wet hole like the conqueror he was. She adored the way he dominated her!

That's not... Her free hands clutched the bed sheets. When had he removed the rope? When did they move to the bed for that matter? She tried to think back, but her train of thought was shattered by the mind blanketing euphoria of the majestic cock pumping in and out of her.

He grabbed her hips and switched it up yet again. He left her on top this time, with his cock pointing up, just a few inches from her hot and wet opening. He laid on his back, watching her expectantly. A moment of clarity came to her, and she realized she could run now. She could walk out and return to Cynora.

Leave! Run! This is my chance to get away!

But his cock was right there! All she had to do was lower herself onto him, and that pleasure would return to her. Pleasure strong enough to turn her vision a blinding white. Just one more time. Just one last taste. Her body was free. She could leave whenever. This was just... a goodbye.

She seized his toned chest and plunged herself down on his indomitable meat rod. It was not as good as she remembered. It was better. Every motion blotted out the world and sent a shockwave of ecstasy through her entire body. She was aware of her shrill moans, her screams of ecstasy, and she didn't care.

This is heaven!

She looked down at the incredible man beneath her. He was looking at her with smoky eyes and a broad smile. How could she even contemplate leaving this beautiful man? This king among men? Ridiculous. She could never leave him. Not ever! He was too precious. Too perfect.

He held out a finger and made a 'come hither' motion. She obliged immediately and laid her body flush against his. Her breasts pressed delightfully against his sculpted torso, and his blue eyes pierced her own.

"Kiss me, woman." He said imperiously. A command. Refusing him was unthinkable. She placed her lips against his and moaned into his mouth when he began rocking his hips. He was pounding her pussy as they kissed. Another orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, and she could only gape as she came on his cock. He shoved his delicious tongue into her mouth.

She could not for the life of her understand why she had ever resisted this.

He pushed her away just enough to break their kiss. "Are your eyes finally open to the truth about men?"

"They are." She moaned. He was playing with her breast while she rode him. He squeezed and twisted her nipples roughly, and she came again. He was just too good. He knew exactly how to touch and tease to make her squirm!

Nooo!

"Do you see me for what I am now?"

"Yes! Oh yes! A king!" She exclaimed in delight. "You are a king!"

"And are you ready to become my servant?"

"Yes! I am!" Just the thought of being his was driving her towards another earth-shattering orgasm. A tiny whisper in the back of her mind wailed in horror, but she couldn't focus on it. There was no use in that. No point.

Her king lifted her off and rose to his feet. He presented his glorious manhood, slathered with her own cum and held out to her like a sword to a knight. Her mouth hung open in sheer awe at the marvelous dick. Its slight curve, the veins, its wonderful girth. Truly a specimen fit for a king of men.

"Then show your newfound devotion for your new lord and master."

How could she refuse? She closed her lips around the crown of his mighty sword. The sensation of his rock-hard cock in her mouth made her moan. Pleasing him like this was a satisfaction unto itself, she loved the way he would groan in pleasure as she forced herself down his impressive length.

"You bit me earlier, remember? Where did that attitude go" He asked her.

"Please forgive me." She paused long enough to answer him. "I was a fool."

The sheer volume of her own cum she had to go through before she was able to taste any of his delicious cock was a hassle, but she licked and swallowed and tended to him dutifully, removing all of her own juices so she could finally be left with the taste and feel of him alone.

But he didn't allow that for long.

He grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth, and the raw domination of it almost sent her over the edge. The way he simply took her how he wanted without a care for her was so arousing, and she couldn't help but moan as he pumped her throat full of his dick.

Shey'lin felt truly blessed, but he pulled out eventually, allowing her a moment to breathe. He was so considerate!

"You are my woman now. And you are devoted to me."

"Yes!" She gasped. "I belong to you."

"Good." He shoved his cock back into her mouth. "I will make the rest of your fellow maidens see the truth that you have realized for yourself, Shey'lin. And I will use you to this end."

"O' couse!" She tried to answer him with his cock halfway down her throat.

"What?" He pulled out again.

"Of course." She said again. "The island will be yours, just like you said it would be."

"Well said." He said, seemingly impressed with her. A fact that made her proud. Then he shoved his cock back in her mouth. He pulled her hair back and used her mouth for all it was worth. She stared lovingly up at him as he fucked her face.

"You and the other Shrine maidens have -ungh!- waited a long time for me. But I have arrived at last, and I can finally teach -argh!- you the error of your ways. The final part of this however, must be done on your own. Are you ready?"

She bobbed her head as much as she was able to.

He pulled out of her. "Then renounce Cynora, your old goddess, and the divine who kept you away from this pleasure for so long."

"I..."

"Say you renounce her, Shey'lin."

"I... renounce her." The words were heavy on their way out, but once said, she felt a huge weight lift from her. She felt at peace.

"Good. You no longer worship her. You worship me."

"I worship you." She nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Well done. You have proven yourself worthy of my seed."

That sentence did something to her. Her nether regions were twitching.

He grabbed her skull once more and began to violently fuck her brains out. This was not like before, this was the frantic and desperate jerks of someone close to unleashing their load. She gaped as wide as she could and held her breath.

"Take this with pride, Shey'lin! This is not like your worthless female orgasms! This is the orgasm of a man! The creation of life itself! You should feel honored to receive it!"

She was. She felt a strange and uncontrollable excitement to finally receive his seed. She was unable to breathe, but that seemed a small price to pay. He exploded at last. And she was drowned in such copious amounts of white hot cum that she could barely drink it down in time.

It was an incredible substance. The taste and texture of it was simply divine. She cleaned him off properly with her tongue, making sure to get all of it before bowing her head in respect and gratitude.

"Thank you for your seed. It was wonderful and I cherished it."

"You are most welcome, Shey'lin. But you will refer to me as your lord or your highness from now on."

"Yes, my lord." The title was fitting. So obvious now in hindsight.

"You will be my right hand, Shey'lin. My knight. And together, we will give this island its new king."

"Yes, my lord." Just him speaking about it was sparking her admiration. And something else too.

"Is there something wrong?"

"I-I know this lowly female is unworthy of you, my lord. But would you take me again, like you did before?"

"Ahh. Well then. Lie on the bed, Shey'lin. Spread your legs."

There was a glint in his eyes and he gave her a smile full of... something.

She laid on her back and looked up at him, her pussy wet as ever.

"Good. Now spread your pussy for me."

Using both hands, Shey'lin pulled her outer labia apart for her lord. Just the gaze he had for her in that position gave her more affirmation and acceptance than she had ever felt as a maiden of chastity. He crawled over her and pressed himself inside her wide-open pussy. Turning her world into one of pure bliss. She loved her new life, and she knew she would worship this man to the day she died.

A single tear rolled down her face, but she had no idea why.