Shame

This was punishment. Cathartic punishment, for her pride, for her failures, for straying from her faith. She deserved the punishment, for her dalliances with Atma, for letting her guard down.

It felt so good.

The guard behind her pierced her with long strokes, she could fill his length filling her in ways Atma's tool couldn't compare. His masculine hunger devoured her, fucked her, consumed her.

Meanwhile the cock at her throat stopped her complains, weak and treacherous words that could be. What could she say to her goddess, apologize? beg forgiveness? It was well and good that this musky phallus filled her mouth with its alluring taste, it bore the hardship she deserved for her sins.

"That is it... surrender, surrender completely, my friend. Mira, if you only knew how beautiful you are now" She had her eyes tight shut, she didn't want to see anything. it was enough to hear their grunts and groans, Atma's taunting words, and her own muffled cries.

Her orgasm came, and she lost all control of the thin balance she had between the two men. Where before her inborn talent for cock sucking allowed her the complicated task of swallowing the cock down, she now chocked on him. it felt like ****, sweet and delicious. Panic struck her, and she began to cry as her entire body was embraced by the throes of orgasm.

She felt the hot blast spray her face, forever marking her a slut.

"How did it feel, Mira?" Atma asked, and when the paladin opened her eyes she saw nothing but tenderness.

"it is like I died a little" Mira spoke with a morose tone. She clutched her pussy, she could still feel the man behind her stuffing her pussy. "I want to... I want to finish this, Atma. Make it over" Atma smiled, and nodded to the man, and to Mira's surprise he pulled her hair and rewed his thrusts, this time with far greater fury behind each stab.

It didnt have any tenderness or softness, it was all that she deserved. She felt her soul consumed by his instrument of holy vengeance. This time nothing stopped her treacherous mouth from voicing all the pleasure and pain he was inflicting upon her. He shot his load deep inside her, and after she felt the last twitch, he presented his dirty cock for her to suck. She did dutifully, inspiring the first guard for another round. It was a very long night.

After the night was done, Mira begged them to forget it ever happened, to let her wallow in sorrow and regret. They all agreed to let her be, Atma departed from her realm, and the three warriors delivered themselves to the war.

Many years later, after Kingdom of Arlain's eventual victory, Mira was travelling to a neighbor realm when she recognized the bard's voice, but not her song. It was a tale of love found and lost, bawdy as a tavern demanded, about a beautiful paladin **** to deny her new found sexuality for her realm's salvation. it was a starling account of her tales, she had all but named her in this song, and by her public's reception, it was hardly the first time she sang it.

Shame held her immobile to the very end of the song. Her lips were trembling, it was her worst nightmare come true.

"Are you Mira?" a voice called from behind her, she looked back but saw only a handsome young man. she nodded, she didnt recognize him. "You are far prettier than last week's Mira. Can I be your first tonight?" Not even her name she spared. The boy though her a whore.

He didnt know who she really was.

Mira smiled "that depends, handsome. Can a girl have something to drink first?"

From his banished realm, Marus cackled as he watched the broken paladin become a one night whore... night after night, tavern after tavern. He may have been defeated, but oh ****, sweet ****.