CH 125: Divine Communion

Claire wasn’t even fazed by meeting her Goddess now. It was becoming more and more common as she advanced.

“Apologies,” the divine voice echoed gently within Claire’s mind. The Goddess stood with her eyes cast downward as if studying the imaginary floor. “I had never felt so much anger course through me…”

Claire held her hand up. “It’s okay… I understand how you felt.”

Her Goddess nodded, offering a weak smile. “Still, I would advise against making too many oaths… While neither of us knew of the danger within Daren, I can only shield you from consequences so many times.”

Claire tilted her head, questions forming in her mind. She took a deep breath and focused on the one that mattered most right now.

“What consequences are there for breaking my oaths?”

The Goddess took a moment to think. Her grey eyes scanned Claire hesitantly. “Illness is the most common form of punishment, but sometimes hexes and curses are invoked. For instance, your punishment would have been ‘Curse of Mirrored Suffering.’ You would suffer the same symptoms as Daren did.”

“Okay. That… makes sense.” Claire rubbed her chin thoughtfully.  The Paladin class was relatively common, but most pledged themselves to the pantheon as a whole, not to a singular deity. It made sense her path had different risks.

Claire was too deep in thought to notice the Goddess moved within reach. Claire flinched as the distance disappeared. The Goddess chuckled at Claire’s reaction.

“Mother, I apologize…” She said as she slowly stretched Her hand out. “I have only just gained the ability to feel.”

Claire’s mind blanked. Her words became noise, replaced by the divine sensation that surged into her body when Her finger brushed her cheek. It was the same overwhelming heat that she felt just before her body was taken over.

It was odd. Up close, she still couldn’t fully see Her. Most of Her form was obscured by radiant white light, save for Her warm smile and eyes. Claire glanced down at the hand cupping her cheek.

It too, shimmered with blinding light. Her hand was only visible from the wrist up, trying to focus on it made Claire’s head ache.

“Now I understand,” The Goddess whispered with a soft laugh. “I always wondered why mortals are so obsessed with touching one another. Your warmth feels… soothing.”

That made Claire smile. The Goddess of Sex, confused by affection? It reminded her of Ursa.

“Yes.” The Goddess smiled, “I do inherit your and your lovers’ personality traits. Though, I did not understand it before Ursa joined you.”

Claire nodded slowly. She reached up and gently took the Goddess’s hand in hers, causing Her eyes to widen with a soft gasp. “That was my next question… But it makes sense, you have Jazz’s eyes.”

It felt equally odd to hold on to the Goddess’s hand. The warmth was nearly scorching, but not painful. It was intense but comforting, almost a contradiction in itself.

“How come you didn’t know about the drug tests?” Claire whispered as she  lowered the divine hand from her cheek. “You knew of the missing boys, yet… this surprised you.”

“It’s complicated,” The Goddess muttered, interlocking her fingers with Claire’s. A small smile grew as She continued. “I can see most things, but not all. Details and individuals are difficult for me unless I’m concentrating. Or have help… But the bigger picture I can see clearly.”

Claire tilted her head. “Help? Like what type of help?”

The Goddess chuckled as she explored the feeling of Claire’s hands. “There are a few Gods who have noticed me. Anka has been especially helpful. Rava… less so, but she did point me towards Ursa.”

Claire nodded. “Okay, um, how is Toni doing?”

“Lovestruck,” the Goddess replied, Her smile curling into a familiar smug one. “There was a boy in your Lady’s manner he took a liking to. Otherwise, you’ll be finding out more soon, it’s far more fun if you learn it from him.”

Claire smirked, then shifted to the last question weighing on her heart. “What is Samira?”

The smug smile faded and She stilled It took a moment before the Goddess continued to speak. “A relic from a bygone era. I do not know her specific origins, but her kind… they should not exist anymore.”

“Is that all you can tell me?” Claire asked, squeezing Her hand. The Goddess nodded solemnly. “Can you at least protect her?”

“Yes,” Her divine voice trembled with emotion. “I… have plans that include her. Though I cannot elaborate, she will be a powerful ally. If not lover…”

Claire exhaled, the tension in her shoulders easing. The idea of being with Samira was deeply tempting… but not something she could afford to think about now.

“I do not mind.” The Goddess said with a knowing smile. Claire felt the divine presence dance up her forearm as the Goddess whispered. “She is uniquely appealing.”

Claire shivered at the sensation. The mix of divine presence and Samira’s image was nearly too much. The Goddess chuckled softly, bringing her back to reality.

“I am glad to have finally felt you, Mother,” She whispered. Slowly, the Goddess pulled away from Claire. “But I must go now. Any more and the Others would get… cranky.”

With that, Claire felt the divine energy quickly leave her body. The blinding light slowly faded as her mind raced with more questions.

Claire awoke to near darkness. The space around her was familiar, and so was the weight pressing gently on her chest. Glancing down, she found Elsie sleeping soundly, her head rising and falling with Claire’s breathing. Ana wasn’t in her usual spot, but Claire quickly spotted her curled up next to Lily.

Claire heard whispers coming from behind her. She couldn’t really make out the words, but she recognized Jasmine’s voice. Slowly, Claire ascended from the bedding, careful not to wake Elsie.

The whispering stopped as soon as she moved. Claire turned, expecting to see Jasmine speaking with one of the villagers. What she didn’t expect was Ursa’s cock, thick and flushed, twitching beside Jasmine’s face.

Jasmine knelt beside it, eyes wide, her hand still wrapped around Ursa’s slick shaft. A mix of spit and precum glistened in the low light. Claire approached the two.

Claire knelt beside Jasmine, not even hesitating before hungrily kissing her. She could taste Ursa on her lover’s lips, salty and immediately Claire felt her own cock twitch.

She pulled back and whispered, “Don’t stop now… Ursa’s looks so pent up.”

Claire glanced at the blushing warrior. Her red eyes were uncertain as she watched Claire stand. Claire kissed the stunned warrior, her desire controlling her.

Her cock needed freedom. Her hands tugged at her own waistband as her bulge throbbed with urgency. Jasmine watched it throb desperately before joining in to help Claire.

Claire pulled back from the kiss as she grasped her length. She gently stroked it staring lustfully into Ursa’s eyes. “Couldn’t wait for the rest of us, huh?”

“I-it was Jasmine.” Ursa whimpered. “She kissed me and begged for it. I-I couldn’t resist…”

Jasmine opened her mouth to say something, but Claire cut in first. “I know what you mean… but you’re not off the hook...”

Jasmine blinked, caught off guard by the commanding tone in Claire’s voice. It reminded her of Claire during her speeches. She squirmed where she knelt, her own cock throbbed with anticipation as she watched the exchange unfold.

Ursa’s body tensed. Whatever resistance or pride she had melted away beneath Claire’s gaze. Her cock twitched again, betraying her arousal.

“Punish me?”

“Mhm,” Claire purred. Her hand snaked down Ursa’s abdomen. She didn’t know what came over her, but she loved it. “Jazz, go get the collar.”

Jasmine’s eyes widened slightly, and she wanted to protest. She wanted to be near the throbbing members. But then she nodded and moved silently to retrieve it.

“I had been meaning to give this to you earlier,” Claire continued. Her fingers teasingly danced up Ursa’s shaft. “Why don’t we do both? Punish and collar you?”

Ursa’s mind went blank, she could barely even breathe. She didn’t dare speak as she desperately looked into Claire’s eyes. A low whimper slipped from her throat, submissive and full of need.

Jasmine returned with the red collar. It had a simple design that would fit snuggly to Ursa’s neck. Claire felt the weight of her dominance over Ursa course through her. It was addictive.

“Jazz…” Claire whispered as she moved her hand from Ursa’s tip. “Make her squirm.”

Jasmine grinned and quickly knelt before Ursa’s canine member. She licked her lips in anticipation before glancing up at Ursa. Her pleading eyes and trembling body fueled Jasmine’s lust.

Claire tilted Ursa’s chin, forcing her to look away from Jasmine’s hungry mouth. Ursa’s pleading look nearly made Claire push her down. “Eyes on me.”

Another whimper escaped Ursa as Jasmine kissed her throbbing cock. Claire bit her lip, studying the woman’s expression.

“Be a good girl,” Claire whispered. She fought against her own reaction to that phrase, focusing entirely on Ursa’s. “Don’t cum until I say.”