Lineage

Chapter 11 - lineage

The piggy Bishop awoke the following day feeling groggy and tired. As he scanned the pocket dimension that served as his tent, frustration gripped him when he realized the blonde-haired cleric, Elizabeth, was nowhere to be found.

Perplexed by Elizabeth's absence, the Bishop stumbled out of his tent into the campsite; he was quite sure that he demanded that the cleric was supposed to visit him that night; in fact, he doesn't even remember being sleepy or going to sleep.

Did that woman **** me instead of the wizard, as I demanded, the Bishop pondered mentally before catching sight of Hi'kim emerging half-dressed from Elizabeth's tent. The rotund Bishop hastily retreated into his own tent, aided by the sound-nullifying enchantment. The audible commotion of the Bishop's ample form moving more swiftly than usual remained contained within the confines of the tent. From there, he observed the dark-skinned wizard Hi'kim making his way toward the river.

Once Hi'kim disappeared from view, the Bishop hastily exited his tent, making a beeline for Elizabeth's. He forcefully threw open the tent flaps, only to be confronted by the sight of a well-bred bitch. There she lay, in a state of semi-consciousness, clad only in her cum-stained robes, sprawled on her back. Her eyes were rolled back, tongue lolling out of her mouth, while her legs were spread wide open, revealing the white robes that now bore a dark stain over her crotch. Her back arched as she persistently mumbled a single phrase, "I love you."

The Bishop's gaze darkened, an intense fury slowly manifesting on his face as this revelation only solidified his suspicions. "You, you think you can just **** me!" he nearly yelled, the accusation punctuated by his anger. Without hesitation, he charged towards Leah's tent, forcefully flinging it open and dragging her out, heedless of her comfort. "Wake the fuck up, now!" he barked, his impatience evident.

Leah stirred, groggily coming to consciousness as the Bishop's stern words resonated. Confusion and fear flickered in her eyes as she tried to make sense of the situation.

"What's going on?" she stammered, struggling to comprehend the urgency in the Bishop's demeanor.

The Bishop, still seething with anger, spared no time for explanations. "Go down to the river and keep that damn burnt-skinned spellcaster there. I don't care how you do it. Let him fuck your ass if you must, but keep him there!" he demanded, his voice cutting through the tense air.

"Wait, what...what happened?" Leah asked the now fully awake redhead.

"She **** me with the sleeping potion I gave her and then went to bed with the damn wizard!"

Upon hearing these words, the redheaded cleric, in disbelief, rushed over to Elizabeth's tent and peered inside. Her expression transformed from one of morning confusion to pure surprise and admiration.

"You're saying Hi'kim did this? Wow, and here I thought he was a virgin like she was."

"This isn't the behavior of some virgin or lovey-dovey lovemaking. This was an action of conquest. I wanted to slowly corrupt the little bitch, but now I have ****."

"What are you going to do?"

A dark expression clouded the Bishop's face as he raised his right hand and cracked his knuckles, "something the Church of Arvia has been trying to hide for a few hundred years."

"Wait, what? Bishop?"

The Bishop stood silently for a few seconds before locking eyes with Leah.

"You need to make a choice."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You, up until now, have been nothing but a cumdumpster for my lust, a trashcan to discard my seed in. I was already growing tired of you and planned to get rid of you once we reached Engalwood, but now things have changed."

Leah stepped back, fear etched across her face before dropping to her knees. "No, no, please! I've been your loyal cumwhore this entire time. Please don't cast me away, master!" she cried out, then crawled forward and kissed his cock through his robes.

The Bishop's gaze remained stern as he continued, his voice unforgiving. "Then what I'm about to tell you is never to be repeated! If the church knows I know of this, they will kill us swiftly! So these words will bind you to me forever."

As he spoke, she kissed his cock more, causing it to harden, pitching a tent in his robes.

"The goddess Arvia is only a half goddess; in fact, she is a Demon Lord who ascended to the ranks of a Deity."

Upon hearing these words, the cock worshiping cleric halted her worship of his cock.

"It wasn't until an event thousands of years ago that love became part of her portfolio, and her image began to be rewritten."

The Bishop grabbed Leah by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet. "And like every goddess, she bestowed spells that aligned with her portfolio beyond just the general cleric spells. Spells to induce lust, mend hearts, and transform people into insatiable pleasure-seekers. Of course, these, and many other spells, are locked away at the central church.

The Bishop entered Elizabeth's tent, "I don't care how you do it, keep that damn wizard at the river for an hour or two." With that, he closed the flaps behind him, leaving nothing but an eerie silence.

The redheaded cleric slowly rose to her feet, uncertain of what to say or how to feel. All she could do was follow the Bishop's command, echoing in her head over and over again.

She turned and ran into the woods, maneuvering around branches and through bushes until she heard what sounded like erratic splashes of water. Drawing closer, she decided it was best to remain hidden and observe. Gently pushing aside a circle of branches, she witnessed Hi'kim standing in the river, his head held between two massive mounds of breasts by a silver-haired woman in her forties, who was

[chuckling.

As

](http://chuckling.As) the redheaded cleric watched from her concealed vantage point, a mix of confusion and amusement played on her face.

Caught in an unexpected embrace, Hi'kim struggled to free himself from the woman's grasp. She proved to be physically stronger than him by leagues. The silver-haired woman continued to chuckle before letting him go, causing the dark-skinned wizard to topple backward and land flat on his backside in the river.

"My apologies, dear. The moment I saw you, I couldn't resist the urge to embrace you. I rarely get to interact with my grandchildren until it's the century of chaos and by then... it's too late," the woman said, assuming an almost timid posture. Her beautiful pale white skin glowed with the same majesty as the moon, even during the light of day.

"Ugh, woman, what are you talking about? Who are you? You've got me confused for someone else," Hi'kim pulled himself back to his feet, rubbing his behind to ease the discomfort.

"Of course, you don't know who I am. Millennia later, and he still hasn't forgiven me," the woman mumbled. "Well then, let's just rip the band off. Hi'kim Mwangi, I am your grandmother, Eldralith... or Eldralith is the name by which I'm known in this era."

Both Hi'kim and Leah stared at her in unmistakable disbelief. It was inconceivable that someone would dare to name their mortal child after a god. Yet, she proudly asserted herself as the goddess of magic.

Eldralith smirked, relishing in their apparent disbelief. "Oh, come out, little cleric, or are you a rat? Hiding away over there," she said as Leah emerged from the bush, floating beside them.

"Now, my child, remember everything your father taught you about the arcane."

The dark-skinned wizard stood there dumbfounded for a second before suddenly his eyes lit up with understanding, and a series of complex rune signs and glyphs began to appear around him.

"This is..." he reached out to touch the glyphs and runes.

"This is the solution to the mistake you made a few days ago with the chaos bolt," the silver-headed woman said.

Hi'keem stared at the sigils, his eyes reading, seeing... his eyes glowed as if they themselves were reacting to the magic itself.

"I... I could never control it, to begin with. I was trying to **** order onto chaos instead of directing it and letting it move unhindered... I—wait, how do you even know about that?"

"Because I was watching. I've always been watching," she said, spinning around and causing small waterspouts to shoot up. Reflective images of Hi'kim's childhood could be seen within the haze of the water.

"Even though you couldn't see me, I was always there with you, even if I couldn't reach out because my son would always hinder my attempts to do so."

"Putting aside the whole 'you're a god' thing, which I'm still not convinced about if you're truly my grandmother, then why has my father never spoken of you, and why would he keep you away?" Hi'kem questioned.

"A... and wouldn't this also make them, like... demigods?" Leah interjected.

"Under normal circumstances, yes. But the circumstances of his birth... no, there's no reason to use the name I gave him at birth anymore," Eldralith said, a hint of sadness entering her eyes as she looked down. "My child, Hi'kem, as you know him, was born under unique circumstances. Sadly, he wasn't born with divinity, so it does not flow through his children's veins. But to compensate for that loss, I gave him a gift — the ability to connect and understand the arcane on a level like no other before or after him. For the loss of divinity, I made him the first and original sorcerer."

"What!?" Leah exclaimed.

"The original sorcerer," Hi'keem repeated.

"Of course, the sorcerer king is not forgotten in this world after all. I know you've already been informed that he was my son. Part of the reason he pulled off what he did was because a being like him had never been seen before. He didn't just use magic; my gift to my son allowed magic to flow freely through every fiber of his being. His eyes could see every piece of the formula of a spell. His body exuded a never-ending flow of mana, not just because he had a large pool but because he could absorb mana from the world around him into his body. These were gifts I granted him for my... failure to him." Tears slowly swelled up in her eyes. "No, no, I came to finally interact with my grandson, not to lament my failure to be there.

"You still haven't told me why he would keep this from me."

"Because he hates me, isn't that obvious enough?" The silver-haired goddess stepped out on top of the water. As she leaned back, more water shot up before solidifying into the crystal, now being used as a makeshift chair.

"You're still not answering my question, dear grandmother."

Eldralith's eyes widened before falling again, giving herself a melancholy expression. "Because I had to abandon him at twelve," she whispered. "Before you judge me, just listen to my story..."

Before anyone could say anything, the three were no longer in the river, the forest, or the material plane. Leah and Hi'kim stood in an empty, infinite void that expanded in all directions. The only object that seemed to exist in this area was the cold stone floor they both stood on.

"There was once a time when the gods neglected their duties," Eldralith said, her voice seeming to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

"In that era, the gods were not doing that, which was our job, to maintain the balance of creation itself." Eldralith continued her words resonating in the boundless void. "I, too, neglected my duties as the goddess of magic and arbiter of magical research."

As Eldralith spoke, ethereal images materialized around them, depicting scenes of an ancient time when gods paid no concern to the mortals who prayed to them.

"In those days, magic was a wild, chaotic ****—untamed and unpredictable, slipping into the material plane and weakening the veil between realities. Demons, devils, fae, and many other entities used these weakened spots to enter the material plane, for both good and bad," Eldralith explained, her gaze fixed on the swirling images.

"The more we ignored our portfolios and allowed the balance to falter, the more we drew the ire of the god-king," she continued.

"The god-king, he who is all things, angered by the neglect of divine duties, sought to punish the gods. So, he exiled us all, not just to the material plane but to this world, stripping us of our divinity and forcing us to live in mortal forms," Eldralith continued, her voice weaving through the ethereal scenes surrounding them.

"In the mortal realm, this affected many gods differently, but we all quickly came to one realization... that we could now die. And no one learned this faster than the original goddess of love, Alyssa, who was killed by the queen of whores, having her portfolio stolen by her,"

Leah's eyes widened as if she had just been slapped in the face by Eldralith's words, compounding what she had recently learned from the Bishop.

"It was easier for some of us than it was for others. My portfolio was magic, of course, so the first thing I did when thrust into a mortal vessel was pursue the path of a witch. It didn't take long for your grandma to gain fame and notoriety as an extremely powerful one. Around that time, most gods realized that even though we were mortal, we still gained massive boons from staying true to our portfolios. So, I was not the only one to rise in what I governed," Eldralith explained. Her physical form reconstructed itself right next to Hi'kim, and her face slowly glowed with a light blush.

"That's also around when I came across him, your grandfather. A tall Mwangi warrior who towered over me at about six foot two, a strong, hard body made as if it was sculpted directly from bronze," she said, placing her hands on both sides of her cheek. Her body swayed left and right as a slight red flush overtook her entirely pale white skin.

"I must admit, before the days of mortality... I never understood the feelings of desire for a man's touch or just overwhelming lust... but after I laid my eyes on him. Something in me broke like a dam burst open because you could literally hear me dripping onto the gr—"

"GRANDMOTHER!!" Hi'kim yelled at the top of his lungs, causing Leah to cover her ears while kneeling down, and Eldralith laughed, looking away.

Eldralith, still chuckling, composed herself. "Ah, the passions of mortal life, they are indeed quite different from the detached existence of gods. But I won't bore you with the details of your grandfather and me. A year later, your father was born, not with the essence of divinity, but born of mortality—of a human woman and a human man."

"Thus," Hi'kim uttered in an almost defeated tone, "Dad and I are completely human."

The goddess teased, "That's if you believe I am truly Eldralith and truly your grandmother." Hi'kim realized he was accepting her words without even realizing it.

"But of course you do," she continued, "since we've been here, you've felt the arcana in this place. It's been tugging at you in ways you've never felt. You feel almost..."

"At home," Hi'kim finished, recognizing the resonance of truth in her words.

The silver-haired goddess embraced him tightly, her arm cradling his head. "No matter how many times one of you wears that expression, it echoes your father's... that moment," she paused, her gaze dropping.

"By all rights, young Hi'keem should have been the world's first demigod of birth... but he was denied that, and I had no say in the matter." Her voice carried a mix of regret and ancient sorrow.

Hi'kim's expression went blank; any lingering enjoyment from burying his head in Eldralith's soft, warm, and welcoming breasts vanished, replaced by an overwhelming urge to distance himself from the big bouncing mounds on her chest.

"Alas, our punishments were never meant to last forever, only until we had changed our ways. Twelve years had passed; I was... happy. I had a son whom I loved, a quick learner in the arcane arts. A man who could make me submit, make me feel like a woman—something I'd never experienced before, and I relished it all. Yet, it all came to an end when the god-king summoned us back to our divine duties. I had to abandon everything to fulfill the purpose for which I was created." The sound of whimpering started to escape her lips.

"I tried... truly, I did. Before ascending, I attempted to explain to them who I really was. My love understood, but my child... he believed I was casting them away, that I no longer wanted them. Even after my ascension, I endeavored to occasionally be with them in avatar form. Still, he seemed to become more distant, a shadow of when I was human. Yet, upon ascending, I bestowed upon him a special gift: a mother's kiss. I infused his being with a small fraction of my own arcana—the ability to break down, read, and understand magic like no other. He was already a quick learner and gifted wizard; now, with my arcana intertwined, the very first sorcerer was born."

The surroundings shattered and crumbled like fragile glass around them.

"Oh my, I've been rambling for quite a bit, haven't I? I only wished to meet my newest grandchild before the impending chaos, not during, as with all your older siblings."

"Wait, the coming of chaos?"

"Oh, nothing to worry about. You still have a few decades before having to deal with that. Now that you're journeying on your own, it will be easier for Grandma to contact you. Keep up your magical studies, and Grandma may make you one of her heralds one day." She laughed, giving Hi'kim a kiss on the forehead before turning her attention to Leah. Her expression, once lovely, now soured. "And don't think I don't know of the betrayal. What has happened in the dark will eventually come to light, and there are fates far worse than ****." With that, her body dissolved into water, merging with the river they all stood beside.

Leah and Hi'kim remained motionless, their thoughts and emotions jumbled by the goddess. Leah's eyes were wide open out of fear from basically being threatened by one of the most powerful deities in their country's religion.

"Head back; I have some things I need to confirm," the dark-skinned wizard commanded, casting a spell that opened a gateway back into his room at his father's house. Without waiting for the redhead to reply, he stepped his wet, naked body through the portal and towards the door on the other side of the room. As the portal closed behind him, it left Leah alone and soaked in the river.

Leah shook her head while climbing out of the river. "What is even going on anymore?" she asked no one before returning to the camp, still steeped in eerie silence. Making her way over to Elizabeth's tent, she opened the flaps, only to be greeted with a fat ass waving in the air. Elizabeth's ass cheeks were beaten red from overly hard hand slaps, her womanhood overflowing with thick white semen, obscuring even the lips from view. Her head bobbed nonstop, deepthroating the Bishop's cock, all while muttering the same thing, "Ah'll beh ah gud gurl, plz nuh moore."

Elizabeth's hair obscured any view of her face and the Bishop's lap. Still, the loud slurping noises between each word were an obvious indicator of what she was doing. Usually, such a sight would send Leah into heat, but at this moment, she felt the coldest sweat she had ever experienced running down her back.

"You're finally back? Remind me to reward you well later. You kept him away for literally four hours. Did you fuck his brains out?" The Bishop laughed as he reached and slapped Elizabeth again. The blonde released the Bishop's cock with a loud, audible pop before turning around and lining her womanhood up with his cock.

As Elizabeth looked up at Leah, the redhead noticed that her eyes were almost lifeless. They were puffy and red from crying, her face marked with red from constant slaps, and the woman seemed utterly broken.

"W... what did you do? How did you do this in just four hours?"

"It wasn't easy, I'll give her that... but once she realized her little boyfriend wasn't coming to save her, she kind of just... gave up. That's when the real training started at the three-hour mark. And I'm still working on her. By the time we reach Englewood, that damn wizard will be going to the capital alone and heartbroken."

"...I... don't think we will even make it to Englewood," Leah mumbled as she watched Elizabeth slam her hips down onto the Bishop's cock and release a joyless moan.

"Huh? What do you mean? Of course, we will, and when we do, that damned wizard is going to be so devastated, he probably won't even try to kill me out of pure heartbreak. Now go, leave us be," the Bishop ordered. Leah complied, stepping outside the tent.

W... where the hell did he get the idea Hi'kim wouldn't kill him? Is that man insane? Why, why is he even so obsessed with this? At first, I thought this was just about fucking Elizabeth and turning her into his cum dumpster like me, but now. The redhead thought to herself as she walked over to the center of the camp and sat down.

Leah fell to her knees and began to pray to Arvia. It was all starting to overwhelm her, seeking guidance and

[hope.

[

](http://hope.In)In

](http://hope.In) the midst of her prayers, Leah sought solace and clarity from the goddess Arvia. The camp around her seemed to fade into the background as she focused on the divine connection, a **** plea for guidance in the face of the tumultuous events unfolding.

Her body went slack and her mind numb, a calm and comforting presence filling her senses.

Arvia's divine aura enveloped the red-haired priestess, a manifestation of love, sex, and fertility. In an instant, the earthly camp faded away, replaced by the ethereal landscape of Arvia's domain—a boundless sea of pleasure, love, and sex.

Arvia's voice, a melodic whisper, echoed in the sacred realm. "My devoted child, you called, and I have answered. I know what troubles you, and the answer is closer than you see?"

Leah absorbed Areva's words, the divine guidance echoing through the vast expanse of the goddess's domain.

"The flames of your fervor, your ardor in service chosen. Your allegiance and fidelity, an offering to a master deemed undeserving. The crossroads looms, a decision unfurls – persist in trailing the path he treads or unearth a fresh master to devote unto."

As Arvia's words concluded, an abyss enveloped Leah's vision. When the obscurity dissipated, she found herself back in the camp, positioned on her knees in prayer. Before she loomed the Bishop, his countenance etched with perplexity.

"I... I could feel her presence—the goddess interacted directly with you! T... tell me, what did she say?" The Bishop's voice resonated with urgency as he frantically seized Leah's shoulders.

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A/N: OK, this chapter may feel rushed the closer I get to the end of it...OK, maybe more than just a bit. Truth be told, I didn't know where to stop. Hell, the reveal of Hi'keem and Hi'kim lineage, I wasn't even 100% sure I wanted to reveal this early, which made me kinda stop writing, so I just said screw it and pulled the trigger. After this chapter, I will slow down the story again. Also, I'm almost finished with chapter three of Unbroken, so it should be the next upload soon.