New Ways to Pray

Garalas held up a finger in front of Mina’s mouth. It reminded the transposee of nothing more than the lure of an angler fish, dangling there in front of her, attached to a set of vicious teeth. The half-elf’s mouth was less pointy than the goblin’s but the idea didn’t leave her of Garalas chomping through Mina’s neck.

“Shush.” The slim, dark-armor clad woman warned her, pointing ahead of them through the brush. Mina obeyed, quieting herself and observing something? She couldn’t quite make it out at first, but then she saw it in the distance: smoke.

“Do you see?” The half-elf whispered. “There. A welcome just for us.”

Mina doubted that whoever was resting there in the forest would want their company. Earlier that night, she had defied her sense of self-preservation and asked the priestess a few questions, all the while not trying to give away the game of pretending to be some servant of this dark goddess of hers. She knew a goddess, but that one in the rift was just kind of weird and mysterious. The one Garalas spoke of seemed downright Evil with a capital ‘E’.

Mina wasn’t the brightest bulb in the shed, but she could put two and two together. This wack-job was probably going to try to kill whoever was cooking there, just for the thrill of it. Mina also couldn’t claim to be the most morally righteous person either. She had done a lot of stupid things, some downright malicious. But everything she had done in her previous life was small potatoes to actually killing someone innocent.

The goddess, Lazaluroth, was a multifaceted deity of ****, undeath, despair, you name it. Garalas had eagerly described the many faces of the goddess to Mina who had intimated that she was yet a neophyte. Every dark act, Garalas had said, was prayer to her. And Garalas was very, very devoted.

So when Garalas unsheathed her scimitar and licked her lips, Mina knew she had to risk it. She incanted the spell, ‘Saimin Seigyo’ once more, firing it into her ‘ally’.

The half-elf immediately turned around and bared her pointed teeth and sword both at Mina. The transposee’s heart froze in her chest. This was it. She was dead. It had been a good run of approximately three days before second ****. She could only hope that she’d last longer the third time around.

“That seeming of yours,” Garalas moved the edge of the blade close until it touched the underside of Mina’s chin. Just a nick, and a crimson droplet of blood ran down the side of the priestess’ blade, “is quite thorough.”

Garalas brought the blade to her mouth and licked up that singular droplet.

“Did you know, dear Mina, that one of the Goddess’ many demesnes is lust. Corruption and desecration. Tainted love. She loves taking what is good and breaking it. Lust is just one example: taking the purity of loving one another for who they are, for their soul, and denigrating it to a wholly carnal act with no meaning beyond the satisfaction of our bodies.”

The half-elf sheathed her scimitar.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but how about we let those travelers go. I’d much rather pray to the goddess in a different way tonight.”

Her eyes gleamed in the moonlight.

Mina blinked and in the space in between the priestess had shucked her armored bra. The half-elf grinned. Mina blushed as she took in the fullness of Garalas’ form. Her breasts were smaller than Rockbiter’s, but they fit her frame better. The slim, almost willowy elf danced close to her, spinning and quietly laughing as she twirled into a hug.

The half-elf’s mouth moved close to Mina’s ear. She felt the warmness of the priestess’ tongue flicker into her for a second before retreating.

Then, the half-elf whispered, “I hate you.”

Mina stiffened, but Garalas just quiet-laughed again and stuck her tongue fully into Mina’s ear. The priestess’ hands started pulling away Mina’s blouse and exploring the body underneath. Mina’s confusion gave way to a building desire. She had experienced the barest fraction of this with Rockbiter the other day. More… more was good.

“I hate you so much. I want to hear your screams. You will scream for me, won’t you Mina?” Garalas’ hands found their way further south. Mina nodded yes. She would scream, if Garalas didn’t let up.

“Garalas.” She called out her companion’s name, trying to put her meaning into that sole word.

“But not right now. Let us return to the camp. We wouldn’t want to attract undue attention, would we?” The half-elf, cruel beyond measure, took back her fingers from the surface of Mina’s pussy. “Don’t put your blouse or trousers back on. I want to see you like this the entire walk back.”

“Elf. Human. Sex?” Rockbiter asked them as they got back.

Mina blushed with shame and arousal. It was obvious from her and Garalas near-nakedness that something had occurred. She couldn’t deny it.

“Avert your eyes, filth. Or I shall remove them.”

The goblin growled again. Rockbiter knew she couldn’t win in a fight between them, and so she played the role of the lesser. But she didn’t like the way the elf had taken possession of her and her human. She could smell the arousal from both of them. It should be her and not this stupid half-elf who was fucking the human.

So she didn’t watch as the two made their way to the tent the half-elf had set up. But she did listen as the two started crying out each other’s names. She heard and she let her anger build up in her. It was a well known fact that the angrier a goblin got, the more clever it became. If straight up **** wouldn’t do the job, then trick them. Deceive them and outwit them. Goblins were the smartest of all.

So for now, Rockbiter just listened and plied her own snatch as she contemplated how to get the best of them. Soon. Soon. She’d get hers. One way or another.