July Patron Story Poll #10: How Do They Fuck? (Patreon)

Kali melted under Maloth’s ministrations. She didn’t wonder why the strong paladin captain had no calluses or why heat seemed to radiate from Maloth’s fingertips. This poor woman was starved for the slightest reprieve, the gentlest touch, the kindest break, that with a single act of kindness, Maloth wondered if she had to use any of her power to seduce the woman.

But where would be the fun in that?

Kali moaned as Maloth worked out the thick knots on her feet. She healed where she could, but she was never gifted at it like her twin sister. Azora could restore things to what they were. Maloth could only twist them into something new. So Kali’s feet became shapely and sexy. Her toenails were colored a beautiful dark pink. Her arches became perfect for the heels Maloth had in mind. It was no different than making a demon. The human ideal for a sexual woman had to twist herself just as much, to make herself a body to be adored, an idol to be worshipped. Maloth was just the shaper and carver of such beauties. Would she have the strength in these feet to work the fields? No. But she wasn’t going to work in the fields ever again.

“Mmm,” Kali groaned and bit her lip. “Goddess, your hands are incredible.”

Maloth smirked. “Finally, a proper prayer.”

Kali’s eyes opened, embarrassment washing over her. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is that —”

“Blasphemous?” Maloth teased with an arched eyebrow.

“Um. Sorry.”

“It’s not blasphemous to call out to a goddess when in the throes of pleasure, to thank her for the delights of your body.” Maloth’s smile widened. “Wives have prayed during sex for all of time.”

Kali’s embarrassment vanished as she laughed along with the joke. “I’m just out of practice then.”

“We can fix that,” Maloth said. Her voice was soft and gentle. This was the pivoting point women have used since the dawn of time to seduce their friends into their beds. It starts with a friend coming to stay for a season. Her husband lets the woman share the bed thinking there will be no harm while he sleeps somewhere else. It’s teasing and joking and wondering about the how men are clumsy with their tongues or rut hard and pass out before the woman is warmed up. It was casual girl talk now that the men are away. Then one woman lowers her voice and offers to help the other. Maybe she’s never had an orgasm. Maybe she’s pent up from all the sex talk. Or maybe she hasn’t been fucked properly in months or years. The conversation takes a serious tone, but that lures the victim in. Before it was teasing, but what if it was real? What if Maloth could help Kali with her little problem.

“E-Ex-Excuse me?” Kali said. The confident woman was fading away, shrinking back into the nervous woman Maloth met this morning, the woman that only Harj could summon.

“With your prayer,” Maloth said. “How about you let me massage your back and you can practice praying to me?”

The panic fled from Kali’s face. She thought the stranger was making a simple joke. It wasn’t a come on. Maloth wasn’t proposing they fuck. Was she? No. It was just a massage.

But the seed was planted. Maloth could see it in her eye. With her powers, she could do more than feel the heat blooming between Kali’s legs. She could see the fantasy playing out in the Kali’s imagination. A long moan after Maloth massages the perfect spot encourages Maloth’s hands to move higher and higher up Kali’s legs. Strong fingers are replaced with gentle kisses and a wet tongue. Then Kali is praying. Dear goddess, she’s praying. Calling out to Azora, to Orilana, to the woman whose head is between her legs. She’s praying, and the stranger is saying her own prayer, annunciating each word slowly with a languid tongue over Kali’s clit.

Maloth smiled. “Turn around and take off your clothes,” she said. She added a girlish giggle. They were just friends helping each other out. She hid how badly she wanted to see Kali’s bare skin and naked curves. “I’ll be quick and then we can make dinner together.”

“Uh. Right.” Kali shook her head, trying to shake off the fantasy and failing. Trying to fight Maloth’s seduction was just throwing water on an oil fire. Maloth would have her prey, and the more they resisted — the more they feared and hated giving in — the more delicious their final submission would be.

Maloth forced Orilana’s dark elf skin — an ashen and pale grey — to blush as she turned around to give Kali some privacy. But as the woman looked around, Maloth could sense a vague disappointment as Maloth showed no interest in groping and fucking the girl. Now Kali felt that she was the pervert compared to the chaste and devout paladin that was flirting with her. Was it flirting? Kali didn’t know, but she wished it had been.

She wished it had been.

Maloth had her.

“Let’s go to the shade over there,” Maloth said. “Then no one will see us nude. I’d hate to start a scandal.”

“Oh, right.” Kali was clearly distracted. “That’s a good idea.”

Ready to get massaged by another woman while naked so close to the road? Maloth thought. She clicked her tongue and shook her head. Kali, you eager slut.

In a few minutes, they sat in the shade of some peach trees. Their sugary scent mingled with the smell of sweat and lust emanating from Kali. Maloth controlled her body, giving no signs of arousal. Her pupils didn’t dilate, and her heart rate was even. She didn’t need any of that now. Kali was stuck on the thought of sex, and Maloth preferred to let her prey write the fantasy.

For now.

“Sit facing away from me,” Maloth said. “And I’ll get working on your shoulders.”

Kali nodded and sat. Maloth sat behind her. She spread her legs around Kali and then pulled the curvy woman closer until Kali’s ass was pressed against Maloth’s crotch, and Maloth’s breasts teased Kali’s back. Kali squirmed when she felt Maloth’s heat.

“Gosh, it’s so hot,” Maloth said. “One second.” She peeled her soaked clothing off, letting her nipples stiffen. “Now it’s cold,” she said with a giggle. Her stiff nipples ran over Kali’s back. The woman definitely noticed that.

“Just relax,” Maloth said. “You deserve a break. I can’t believe all you do to keep this farm going. You practically do it all yourself.”

“Thanks,” Kali said. “It feels good to have someone say that. I mean, I think it all the time but — oooooooooh, fuck.” Maloth worked out the knot in Kali’s shoulder blades. Kali had nothing else to say besides groans and moans as Maloth worked the muscles, running her hands up and down Kali’s back, forcing her fingertips to glide over Kali’s skin. She appreciated the flesh of the woman. If Kali weren’t plump, this would be all corded muscle, and undoubtedly it was muscle under her prodigious breasts and hips. But it was so much better to play with something soft. Maloth had enough of fucking paladins for a century or two.

Maloth leaned forward and whispered in Kali’s ear, “You should mind your tongue.” Kali stiffened, but Maloth kept working the muscle, moving her hands lower to Kali’s waist and plump ass. “Remember to practice your prayers.” There was a moment of hesitation as Kali tried to sort out if this was really happening. Was she reading the signs correctly?

Then Maloth gave her the gentlest kiss on the neck. It could have been the breeze or an accident, but to someone as wound up and desperate as Kali, it was an obvious sign.

“Mmm, yes. Goddess, yes,” Kali said. She moaned and pressed herself against Maloth as the dark goddess continued working her muscles and tending to her aching body.

“You’re so strong,” Maloth said, letting her power ride her voice, filling it with a sickly-sweet fragrance that dwarfed the peach trees. “You should be in charge. You practically already are.”

“Yes. Uuuhn. Yes.”

“Your husband should be the workhorse, not you.”

“Yes, goddess.”

“We can put him in the stable.”

“Mmmm.”

“Where else is sore, love?” The giggling paladin was gone. The helpful stranger disappeared. Kali could feel the ancient and primal beauty sitting behind her, melting her. She was a huntress, and Kali was eager to be prey.

“Everywhere,” Kali said.

“Every …” Maloth’s hands moved to Kali’s throat. “Where?” she ran her fingertips up and down Kali’s neck, teasing that she would go down down down to Kali’s heavy breasts. “Every …” she let her fingers run up and down Kali’s strong arms. “Where?” she asked before grabbing Kali’s hands. She grabbed them as a lover at first, and then as a predator, seizing the wrists threatening to flip and pin Kali in a moment. “Every …” her fingers kept moving down, over to Kali’s thighs. “Where?” she asked as she teased the inside of Kali’s thighs.

“Oh fuck. Oh goddess.” Kali arched into Maloth.

“Oh, is that the spot?”

“Mhmm.”

“Need attention down here?” Maloth let her fingers get closer and closer to Kali’s pussy, but she wouldn’t say it yet. Kali would say it. Kali would beg for it. In the end, they all destroy themselves. Maloth is just the invitation and the method. She is the means and the promise. But she is never the one who devours. They offer themselves.

Maloth just chews.

There was a roar from the farmhouse, and Kali came back to her senses, turning back to her husband, her shackles. Maloth snarled, tired of this man, this beast. She could turn him into a pig in a heartbeat and serve him for breakfast to her lover. But no. She couldn’t fix all the problems in Azora’s world. It was boring and tedious. That was why she had priestesses and scions. Women like Ujta would fix this tiny town. Any thought of working forthese people was Orilana’s infection. Maloth served no one.

The dark goddess sighed as she flexed more of her power. Dark purple tentacles, speckled with black and spectral, slithered out of her back. She had joked with Iriel that the tentacle could be her sign, and in the moment of pure pleasure as she sprouted more appendages, she committed herself to it. She had seemed multi-armed goddesses before, but those felt clumsy to her. She wanted something sensual, something women begged to have thrust inside of themselves, to suck on.

Yes. Tentacles were the thing.

These tentacles were tiny and thin. If she wanted to fuck Kali raw, she could enlarge them, but for now she needed more hands, more fingertips. She let them slide over the thick woman’s thighs, each one gently pressing into the soft skin and easing Kali’s tension.

The curvy red-head’s attention returned to Maloth immediately. She moaned and pressed into the grey-skinned stranger. Maloth enjoyed reading the woman’s mind, watching all reason and worry fade away. Her beastly husband became a blurry memory. Reason and propriety melted as they always did to the unstoppable tide of lust. Humans were designed to fuck. Everything about their bodies was built for it. Arousal eased pain and suspended disease. It fed their souls and drove them to great feats of beauty and strength. Did it matter that the stranger was acting nothing like a paladin from Azora’s abbey? No. Nor did it matter that Kali had never thought of fucking a woman before a day in her life, and now she could think of nothing else. She wanted Maloth’s hands — her tentacles — sliding into her aching pussy. She didn't care that Maloth was a stranger or that they were in the heat of summer surrounded by the sweet thick scent of peaches.

Her mind couldn't process. She was just a body now. A beautiful body with plenty of skin to squeeze, skin to tease, and hunger to ease. It didn’t matter that dark ghostly tendrils of Maloth’s magic were teasing her skin — or that she wanted them all deep inside of her. It didn’t matter if a goddess fucked her and devoured her soul. Harj didn’t matter. People watching didn’t —

Maloth sensed another hunger — burning and wild — approaching. She turned her attention to Kali and watched Nyx crossing the fields to the peach trees. The dark-haired woman looked exhausted and furious as she stomped over the crops. Harj must have sent her to find his wife when Kali ignored her summons. But when Kali let another moan ripple through the branches of the peach trees, Nyx froze. Kali’s moans stoked her sister-in-law’s lust — one that had been burning since earlier that day when Maloth saw her in the window.

The dark goddess’s tentacles crept closer to Kali’s pussy. The curvy woman ground her ass against Maloth’s pussy. She barely kept herself from writhing wildly from the slightest touch. She wanted more. She wanted deeper. She had no idea Nyx was listening or that if she kept this up, soon half the town would be listening.

Nyx approached cautiously. All the fury in her was gone, and only a hungry and dangerous curiosity lingered. Was Kali masturbating? Was she cheating on Harj? She wanted to know more without being seen. But she wasn’t wise enough to crouch down. Her body guided her, making her as sensible as Kali under Maloth’s touch.

When she was close enough to see the two women tangled underneath the peach trees, Nyx froze. There was no deniability for Kali. Yes, Maloth was just giving her a massage, but both women were naked, and the sounds Kali was making couldn’t be anything but the fiercest lust. The dark goddess raised one lazy finger and beckoned her new guest to come closer. Maloth let her eyes burn their true color — not an insidious and seductive purple, but the shining silver of divinity. Azora was her twin, after all.

“Fuck, right there,” Kali said. “That spot. Yes.”

“Your clit?” Maloth asked while looking at Nyx.

“Yes. Whatever it's called. That. Fuck. Holy shit.” Kali gripped Maloth’s thighs wrapped around her. “There. There. There.”

Nyx didn’t move.

Kali was close.

Maloth slowed down, letting her tentacles drift away. She didn’t want Kali like this. Not yet. She was hungry for the submission. Kali was too lust-stupid to finally give into the darkness Maloth had planned for her. Consent. She needed an offering, not a hunt.

“Join us, darling,” Maloth said. She lifted half her tentacles and let them beckon towards Nyx. “I can do you both at once.”

“Who are you talking to?” Kali asked. She whipped around to see who Maloth was talking to only to see Nyx running away from them both, back towards the two farmhouses.

Maloth shrugged. She’d get to her soon enough. Until then, she was ready to finally let Kali sink into her completely. The woman had all the feisty hunger of a Iriel, but it was crushed by Harj and a town filled with men like him. Maloth would set things right. She’d show Kali another life, and then the thick woman would give more than her soul and body to have Maloth’s dreams.

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Poll Question: How does Maloth fuck Kali?