Writings and Teachings

Putting down the quill, Ahsch flexed his wrist in a circle, working out the strain that had set in over the past dozen minutes of writing. I can't believe I'm writing fucking permission slips, he growled to himself.

A few days had past since the revelation that Dorin - and likely Kirasiel - weren't able to cum given blanket permission. After numerous tests with Ariin and Mahat, they had finally figured out a workable system. Writing from Ahsch himself seemed to work, and since that permission worked in advance, they had decided to make booklets of small, tear-away notes, each of which would have, "You have permission to orgasm," written on it. They had played around with the wording, but anything too vague didn't take, and certain versions seemed to only work in the moment, and didn't last until 'whenever the next orgasm is.'

Dorin had reported that the system worked - he would read a slip, go about his business, and when the mood struck him, he'd get off, tear off the top slip, read the next one, and carry on. Ahsch had supplied him with a temporary stack of twenty, and was working on a much larger stack to deliver to Kirasiel, but his hand was rebelling at the tedious, repetitive motions.

I don't suppose there's any secretarial magic to copy writing quickly, is there? he asked his wife doubtfully.

I'll have to ask Butler.

A minute passed.

Yes, and one of the servants can teach you. Ahsch could feel Avery's cackle through Daydreamweave. You didn't think to ask earlier because...?

Because that would be too easy, he groused, laying his head on his desk for a minute. Can you send... He was interrupted by a knock at the door, which turned out to be Butler and a young feline monster. Nevermind.

The spell itself was actually quite easy, and with only an hour of work the servant had taught Ahsch how to cast it. It was so easy, in fact, that it was a Free Cast, and Ahsch quickly copied the slip, and eventually figured out how to do multiple copies at once. The slight mental and magical strain was significantly better - and far more efficient - than writing the same thing over and over again.

Soon, the hrafthi had two 100-slip booklets put together. Using a direct Daydreamweave, he informed Dorin of the development, then, after a moment of consideration, had the servant meet him at the entrance to the Odestag suites, deciding it was better to deliver Kirasiel's booklet himself and to do so sooner than later.

Shortly after, they arrived at the royal brat's office, where Dorin knocked and announced his Master. Luckily - and expectedly - Kirasiel was alone, so Ahsch didn't have to dance around the issue.

"It recently came to my attention that blanket permission doesn't work with Phashak's tweaked version of Dominant's Tithe," he said, face flushed slightly. "I want to apologize - I didn't realize that was a limitation; and we figured out a work-around." He held out the booklet to Kirasiel, who looked startled. A brief focus on Heart Sight revealed that she was also embarrassed, frustrated, had a low level of arousal, and was confused. He continued, "There's 100 slips for individual instances in this booklet - read one, and once you've ah... 'used' that permission, tear it out and read the next one. Each instance should last indefinitely, and whenever you need more, you can just send a message asking for a 'new booklet.' It should only take a few minutes to make a new one."

There was an awkward pause. "Oh, also, if you come across any other problems, please let me know - my knowledge of Dominant's Tithe is a little vague when it comes to these sorts of limitations, and I doubt Phashak will give me an instruction book or anything."

"I..." Kirasiel started, her voice raised slightly, before she paused, a strange look on her face. Heart Sight showed confusion, suspicion, doubt, and... Ahsch resisted the urge to frown in confusion - he was pretty sure her arousal was greater than when he walked in. "I will," the royal brat finally replied in a soft voice, taking the booklet.

Maybe she's just excited to finally cum, Ahsch thought to himself as he and Dorin left.

"'Ihlmect Enoch' is a stupid name." Avery's deadpan made Ahsch glare back."Okay, how about this: _you _come up with a possibly-permanent name for a new fucking god, and I'll berate your creativity."

"Okay, first idea: literally anything other than that."

"So 'Poopie Diaper' is a good name, got it."

Now it was Avery's turn to glare. "You know what I mean."

Ahsch went to reply, but was interrupted by Ariin. "Okay, we get it, you two are married, can we move on to something constructive?"

"While I agree that the name is... subpar," Mahat said diplomatically, "I understand your reasoning, Master."

"Oh, and what is it?" Avery asked.

"If you write out 'Ihlmect Enoch,' you'll find it is Master's name from Earth, with each word scrambled."

"Well, that's sentimental," Avery drawled.

Ahsch glared, actually getting angry with his wife for the first time. "It is," he insisted. "I may be Ahsch now, but I wasn't when I died and made the choice to become a god - I was Mitchel Cohen." Dorin, Butler, and the angels weren't present for this conversation, so the hrafthi wasn't worried about saying anything he shouldn't. "If I can't - and shouldn't - announce myself, Ahsch, as a new 'godling,' I don't want to simply make something up that has nothing to do with me. Using my past name in some way... it feels right."

Avery's disdain slowly faded as she listened, and she nodded. "Okay, that's fair... but it's still a stupid name."

"'Enoch' isn't bad," Ariin said. "But 'Ihlmect' is... yeah, not great."

Sighing, Ahsch slouched back in his seat, eyes closed as he thought. "What about... Enochiel?" he asked after a minute. The girls didn't object, and he nodded. "Great, that's one part down."

"Have you decided on what domains you wish to claim?" Mahat prompted her Master.

"I have a general idea of at least two," the Dominant Mage responded. "'Bonds' is one, in a broad, vague sense. Partially to link in sympathetic bonds, since that was a major component of my initial 'build' during the reincarnation."

Avery snickered. "And partially because 'bondage?'" she teased.

"And the other?" Ariin asked as the group rolled their eyes at the woman's antics.

"Something to do with sex. I'm not sure what, if I want to take a more specific approach like 'lust' or something, or just leave it as another broad concept."

"So, two broad domains... maybe think about two focused ones to round it off?" Ariin suggested.

Ahsch nodded. "I had that thought too, but settling on ideas is a bit harder, even using my initial build." He lapsed into contemplation again. "Maybe something about bodies? I have several ways to manipulate flesh, and my Dollify Innate Spell was supposed to give me an in for fleshcrafting."

"That could easily become all sorts of fucked up," Avery warned before grinning. "I like it."

"Given how horny your Boons are, you could focus on bodies as they relate to sex and sexuality," Mahat offered.

"Maybe," the hrafthi agreed. "And to go off of Avery's suggestion from the other day, maybe something about dominance and submission? Or control, in some way?"

"Possibly," his sister said, "But that could easily become something you don't want to deal with, assuming you don't want to invade people's individuality and free will."

Ahsch grimaced. "I was afraid of that too, but some way of working with Dominant's Tithe could be helpful."

"Well, it's at least a start; did you think of anything else?" Ariin thought for a moment. "A lot of gods have preferred sacrifices?" she suggested.

Avery snorted. "That's easy: orgasms!" The rest of the group blinked at her, and the royal rolled her eyes. "Seriously! People tend to like cumming, and it's related to at least one of 'Enochiel's' domains, so it definitely works for them to give up an orgasm to him, or to dedicate one to him." She smirked. "And you three can't honestly tell me that the idea doesn't suit Ahsch perfectly."

The Dominant Mage flushed, but conceded the point. "The wider teachings are a different story," he said. "I'm not exactly well-read regarding religions - either here or on Earth - so I'm not even sure where to start."

"Most of the gods have at least a few major commandments for their worshipers," Avery said. "Kyrevnor commands his worshipers to be honest, just, and to protect the weak." That made sense, given he was known as a god of justice. "Going with your rough ideas of domains, your teachings might be... 'enjoy sex,' 'honor your bonds,' 'take care of your bodies?'" She shrugged.

Ahsch thought for a few moments. "If I really wanted to lean into Dominant's Tithe..." he started, then paused and shook his head. "That would be easier if there was a god for the other end of things..." he murmured.

"What?" Ariin prompted.

"I was just thinking, sex and relationships that are... well, more like ours, with a power dynamic... to those on the outside looking in, it can look like ****, and there is potential for it. I was just thinking I could maybe..." he shrugged awkwardly. "Well, I could try being a 'god of dominants' or 'domination,' something like that, and have commandments about respecting submissives and treating them properly. But if I were to do that, I feel like there should either be some deity for the submissives, or I should try and cover that end of things myself."

The group was quiet while the others thought about that. "Well... a god of submissives would naturally pair with - and be subservient to - a god of dominants, right?" Everyone looked at Mahat. "And though their power can vary, the gods tend to approach things as equals, which innately upsets that dynamic."

Ahsch frowned. "What are you suggesting?"

The familiar grinned. "We're already doing some maneuvering in regards to your identity as Enochiel... why not add some more? Not necessarily a submissive god - or goddess - but a divine or divinely-blessed being to be a patron for submissives, who is themselves subservient to you?"

"Damn, that's a good idea," Avery said, nodding in thought. "The question is, later on down the line, can you actually keep whoever gets designated as 'Enochiel's submissive' around? You know, when you actually become a god? You're effectively immortal, wouldn't want to pick a mortal as that divine submissive only for them to die in a century or whatever."

Ahsch grimaced, as he considered both that, and the implications. He was immortal - for sure through reincarnation, but potentially he could figure out another way that didn't involve his ****. But his Thralls wouldn't be, Mahat excluded as an immortal familiar. So unless he was able to extend any invented immortality to them, Ariin, Kirasiel, Dorin, even Avery, who wasn't his Thrall, but was definitely important to him, would all die eventually. It was possible something would become available if and when he became a god, but that was no certainty. Regardless, the thought of those losses, even decades or centuries away as they were, was an unpleasant thought for the hrafthi.

"That's something that I can't guarantee right now... but I wonder if that's necessarily needed? At least for the time being. Enochiel isn't actually 'here' right now, at least with how we're going to present things, so that divine submissive wouldn't need to actually be here either. We... I am simply his prophet, so..."

"So you want one of us to... be the 'prophet' of that submissive?" Ariin asked.

He shrugged. "If it works for Enochiel, it should work for his sub," he said.

"Okay, but who?"

"It should be you," Avery said, looking at the hrafthi girl.

Ariin blinked. "Me?"

"That makes sense," Mahat agreed. "You, being his sister, Thrall, and prophet for Enochiel's submissive... it really works well."

"Wh-what about you?" Ariin asked. "You're his familiar!"

"Ah, but not Master's Thrall - not in actuality, anyways. The bond through Dominant's Tithe is different, I can feel that through our mental connection." Ahsch nodded in confirmation when Ariin glanced at him. "I am also not his sister, just his familiar. And there is something about three being a magical - and holy - number, after all..."

Ariin anxiously considered the idea. "I'm not... that seems like a lot..." she said.