Athisz wants to play with her food

Athisz’s eyes loom huge before Lux’s wavering sight. The power, the influence, that’s turned so many others into thralls – Lux can feel it working on her now, wearing down her resolve. And this time, she’s too weak to break free.

Desperately she tries to tear her eyes away, but she can’t move a muscle. Surely, Sylvia will do something – she must have a plan to get through to her husband. Lux strains to hear what’s happening in the throne room. Distant echoes reach her – moans, sounds of flesh on flesh, cries of passion…

– they’re fucking? Now, of all times?

Well, what else, after all? The unrequited lust of those two has drowned the whole Valley for gods-only-know how long. Now they’re finally working out their issues, and Lux can already feel a growing warmth inside her, that reignited passion spreading infectiously…

“Are you beginning to see, mammal?” Athisz hisses, still focusing her will to crush Lux’s. “You are a prey animal, walking among predators – lost in a realm that is beyond you. You need to learn your place. You are meat, and I am a god.”

Tears sting Lux’s eyes. Of course – why did she ever see it any other way? She hates – she did hate Athisz. But what good is to hate a being so far above her? In the face of such overwhelming majesty, the only sane response is worship, prayer…

Athisz’s forked tongue flickers out, tracing a hot, wet line up the side of Lux’s neck, over her quivering cheek. “Meat, yesss. Fat and succulent.” Licking her own lips now, eyes gleaming with something besides rage and hatred. “I wonder…could I swallow you down in one go? Or would those silly udders get in the way?”

Lux still cannot so much as budge, let alone resist, as Athisz hooks a fang into the low neckline of her top, and begins to pull and slice. The fabric stretches before finally tearing and giving way, cutting through the lacing at the front, letting her tits spill out into view. The tongue brushing her exposed skin as she shivers and gasps weakly, in the throes of venom and – whatever her own body is now doing to her.

“Mmm.” Athisz groans in satisfaction. “A luscious meal, one I will take my time with…”

It’s got her too, the last rational part of Lux’s mind realises. She came here to conquer, but she’s not immune to the atmosphere of this place either. She’s going insane, just like –

– just like me…

She shivers as she feels the scales of Athisz’s body sliding against her bare skin, alternately smooth and rough, cool yet leaving behind a kind of warmth. The tail winds its way up between her heaving breasts, its tip teasing a painfully-hard nipple. Too weak to even think of resisting, she can only gaze in awe into the eyes of the divine being who is torturing her with this unearthly pleasure.

Mistress Athisz…

No, Willow is my mistress…

– wait, is that really what I – ?

Athisz’s tongue flicks out again, this time towards Lux’s parted lips. Lux gasps as the forked points push into her mouth. A sensation that should be disgusting, horrifying – but before the three-way onslaught of Athisz’s enthralling power, the venom in her blood, and the haze of lust pouring out of the next room, she can only moan, aching for more. The coils of the naga’s body wrap around her hips and thighs now, powerful muscles kneading her ass through her clothes.

“I could still sssqueeeeze you until your struggles stop,” Athisz murmurs. “Though, maybe eating you would be a waste. Maybe it would be more fun to breed you with my other thralls – I’m sure your fiendish blood would bear some useful offspring…”

Lux whimpers, shivering on the precipice between life and ****. What a gift – if only she had known how simple the purpose of her existence was all along. To be used or discarded, free from any delusions of responsibility… She can feel nothing but gratitude to the Great Athisz for revealing such profound truth to her.

“But do I even need you?” Athisz continues to muse. “Soon, my beloved consort will return to my side – his erstwhile sow, easily conquered. And this Valley – all of it – will be mine. Forever.”