July Patron Story Poll #8: Describe the Sister-in-Law (Patreon)

“Excuse me,” the priestess said to Maloth. She turned to Kali. “Please, if I could just have a moment of your time.”

“You’ve had more than a moment,” Maloth said. “She has chores to do.”

“Please,” the priestess said. “Your soul and the souls of your —”

Maloth gripped the priestess’s hand tight and ripped it away from the farmhouse door. The woman cried out in pain, but Maloth pressed past her and whispered to Kali, “I’ll take care of her, you go take care of your husband.” She smiled and gave the woman a coy wink.

“Thank you,” Kali whispered before shutting the door.

“Kali, where the fuck are you?” Harj screamed from inside the house. “I’ve been waiting for my supper for the past —” The sound of the husband waned as Maloth turned her attention to the priestess.

“What are you doing?” the priestess asked. Maloth twisted the woman’s hand slightly, eliciting another cry of pain. “You’re hurting me.”

“You think knocking down people’s doors will win them to Azora?” Orilana walked away from the farmhouse door, bringing the priestess to the side of the building. “What is your name?” Orilana asked.

“Ujta,” said the woman, still wincing and backpedaling as quickly as she could to keep Maloth from breaking her arm.

“Acolyte Ujta,” Maloth said. “You know who I am and who I work for, yes?”

“Yes. Please. You’re going to break my —”

Maloth twisted again, and the woman roared in agony. Maloth took her to the side of the farmhouse and pressed her up against the building. Some of the copious dirt and debris stuck to the side of the neglected wall rubbed off on the priestess and soiled her robes. Maloth smiled at that.

“If you lose your arm but the people of this tiny town lose their faith, which do you think Azora will mourn more?” Orilana let some of the false holy light burn in her eyes. She didn’t want to kill this woman, but neither did she want to waste too much time with her.

“What?”

Maloth sighed. She pressed forward and hissed in the acolyte’s ear. “Azora would rather me strike you dead than let you scare off another soul from her holy embrace.”

“But —”

“Look into my eyes,” Maloth pulled back and increased the brightness of her divine power, letting the sun rise in one eye and set in another. Behind her, spectral wings of golden light spread as though Orilana was one of Azora’s angels walking amongst mortals once more. “Which of us do you think has Azora’s blessing?”

“Please,” Ujta begged. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

The priestess tried to look away, but Maloth wouldn’t let her. She held the woman’s head still and kept her eyes open while the woman was forced to stare into the infinite divinity and beauty. If Maloth were to let more than a shadow of her glory escape her eyes, Ujta would be burned to a crisp. But the woman didn’t know a goddess when she saw her, so what was the point of her sight?

Maloth used a simple spell to silence the woman as she screamed. The blinding was quick and clean, and when she was done whimpering and crying out, Maloth let her speak again.

“Why?” Ujta said over and over.

“Your pride blinded you,” Maloth whispered. She bent down and comforted the useless woman. “So Azora has blinded you that you may know humility again.”
 “Please. Please heal me.”

“Goddamn it!” Harj shouted from inside the house. “This is cold. Can’t you do one thing right, you stupid bitch?”

Maloth paused. She didn’t have time to waste, and yet she wasn’t done with the acolyte. “Azora may heal you, but you must humble yourself further.”

“What? How?”

“Once you are full debased, you will regain your sight.”

Ujta clutched Orilana’s breastplate. “How?” she said, the desperation was clear in her voice. “Tell me how.”

“Do you remember the monks of Mor’Ge’Sha?”

Ujta looked up at Maloth. “No. Please.” The fear oozing off her body smelled delicious to the dark goddess. She knew of the brotherhood that worshipped Azora by walking the streets naked, flagellating themselves to show how pathetic they were compared to the goodness of their goddess.

“They knew vanity, and they cut it away without remorse.”

“Please.”

Maloth ran her hands over the priestess’s back. “I won’t beat you,” she said. She let some of her power run through her fingertips and ride along in her voice. She had things to do, and she didn’t need to convince this woman. The mind was stubborn and broken. The body was the gateway to all things.

“I’m going to help you,” Maloth whispered. “We’re going to get your sight back, and then you’re going to serve this neighborhood with your whole body and heart.”

“Please —”

Maloth grabbed the dagger in Orilana’s boot. Without warning, she lovingly started at the collar of the soiled robes and slashed down. Ujta didn’t fight. She didn’t even stand and cover her breasts. She didn’t stop Orilana from taking down her underclothes and revealing the untrimmed bush crowning her pussy. With another hand, Orilana ran her fingertips over Ujta’s skin admiringly, letting the tingles pulse out and tantalize the poor woman. Ujta shivered but suppressed a moan.

Ujta was lovely, but Maloth couldn’t resist imagining how Ujta would look if she took care of herself. She imagined the woman in purple chiffon, sheer material barely covering pierced breasts and smooth pussy. She imagined chains on her wrist and ankles, a collar around her neck. She’d look just like the temple whores in Maloth’s greatest temple, where woman made a pilgrimage when they came of age, and Maloth herself descended upon them, teaching them the glories of their bodies.

Maloth licked her lips. She knew then she would rebuild her temple next. She was tired of conquering for now. She wanted to build something almost as glorious and eternal as her.

Ujta moaned, bringing her back to the moment.

“I don’t want to waste time with you,” Maloth said. Some of Orilana’s presence faded away. Her voice was her own — sweet and husky. “But I will humble you now.”

“Please,” Ujta said.

Maloth stepped closer and pulled the acolyte’s ear next to her plump and dark lips. “I’m going to fuck you now. Then you will go and serve each member of this community personally. Use your lips, your ass, your pussy, but never your words. When you’re done, you may see again, though you will never wear clothes again. After that, seek my temple.”

The words floated on pink smoke as they slid into Ujta’s ear. The woman said nothing, showing that the spell held — and sank to her knees in front of her new goddess.

A young couple — an adorable elf and his lover — walked past the farmhouse on the same road Maloth had travelled on into town. They turned and saw Ujta the priestess, naked and dirty, bent over as a paladin of Azora spanked her ass. They hurried past, though Maloth sent a flicker of lust in the young woman’s body. She’d fantasize about spanking her boyfriend for months until the desire broke her or the pleasure of being spanked beat him.

Ujta wasn’t quiet while she was being spanked. Nor was she quiet when Maloth used the hilt of her dagger to fuck the woman’s pussy. She was loud and obscene, and Maloth made sure those that lived in the farmhouse heard the new whore. It didn’t matter if they were offended. Soon, Ujta would come to each of them and offer her services. She would never be free of the curse until she served them, so they would cave eventually. Ujta would plot and scheme until a moment of weakness seized them and they all took a turn fucking the new town whore. It would be her training, her initiation. Then she’d made a passable temple slave until Maloth tired of her.

Though there was one spectator that caught Maloth’s eyes during the quick fucking. The farmhouse that belonged to Kali and Harj had another house next to it. At first, Maloth assumed it was a barn, but now she saw it was another family that ran the farm. In one window, a woman stood and watched Maloth work. She didn’t rush away as the others did, but she stood without shame and watched Maloth fuck a filthy priestess with a dagger hilt while the priestess shouted even filthier things.

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