Chapter 611: A Divine Surprise For Vespera
Vespera's hands trembled as she polished for the tenth time the silver dragon headpiece that was part of her 'cock armor,' as she called it.
The dark elf was bored... too bored to care about anything.
The first time she visited Morgana's holy temple, she was over the roof with excitement. She wanted to explore and experience everything the temple had to offer, and she did.
All of them.
From the simple gloryhole to the magical strap-ons that can change shape and size, from the private indoor sex to the public 50 vs 50 orgies.
She tasted it all.
But now? After a month? The temple and all its wonders are... boring.
No, that's not the correct word. The temple still provides top-tier sexual pleasure that even the dark elf district in the elven kingdom can't provide.
It's just that the reason Vespera came here in the first place, her first wish, has not been granted.
To meet the Goddess.
That was the one thing she hadn't been able to obtain.
Vespera had tried everything.
She had asked the priests. She had asked the attendants. She had even offered herself for a week-long marathon of public service as an offering.
The answer had always been the same.
"Her Divinity appears when she wishes to."
Which was an incredibly frustrating answer.
Vespera let out a heavy, dramatic sigh, placing the gleaming silver piece onto the velvet cushion beside her. She collapsed backward onto the plush mattress, her long, silver hair fanning out like a spill of moonlight.
"This is torture," she grumbled to the empty room. "Divine torture."
Her frustration mounted. The temple was a paradise, a haven of carnal delights, but without the one thing that she came for, it felt like a gilded cage. She was here on a pilgrimage, a quest to meet the goddess who had saved her people, the goddess she had sworn her soul to. And instead, she was just... another worshipper enjoying the facilities.
Even her new friend, the human woman Gidea, returned to her home with a happy smile and a spring in her step.
"Sigh..." another sigh escaped Vespera's lips as she stared up at the beautifully painted ceiling.
"Such deep, heavy sighs for one in a place of such pleasure," a silky, amused voice purred from the shadows near the doorway. "One might think you're not enjoying my temple, little Vespera."
Vespera's blood ran cold.
That voice.
It was like honey and velvet, like the warm glow of candlelight, like the scent of night-blooming jasmine. It was a voice she had only ever heard in her dreams, a voice that haunted her waking moments.
She scrambled off the bed, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. She whirled around, her wide, lavender eyes searching the dimly lit room.
But she found no one.
She must be hearing things, her frustration playing tricks on her mind.
"Nope, it's no trick," the voice said again, but this time it came from right behind her ear, making the fine hairs on Vespera's neck stand on end.
She spun around so fast that she almost lost her balance.
However, the moment Vespera turned, she found herself in a completely different place.
Instead of the temple room, she was in a spacious, circular chamber.
The floor was polished black obsidian that seemed to absorb the light; only two braziers of crimson fire were the source of light in the room.
There was no furniture, no decorations, nothing but a massive—castle-sized—red and gold sofa in the center of the room.
And on that sofa, reclining with an unnatural, languid grace, was a woman.
Vespera couldn't see the woman's face since it was hidden by a veil of shadow. But she could see her body.
And oh, what a body.
Her form was a symphony of perfection, her skin the color of warm honey, her curves so exquisite they seemed to defy the laws of anatomy.
She was draped in a sheer, black silk robe that clung to her like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination.
But the most striking feature about her was the aura that surrounded her. It was an aura of raw, untamed lust, of primal desire, of divine power that made Vespera's knees feel weak, her soul trembling with a mixture of fear and awe.
This was no mortal.
This was no priestess.
This was a goddess.
"T-This... Humble one, p-presents herself to the D-Divine," Vespera stammered, her voice barely a whisper as she dropped to her knees, her forehead pressed against the cold, hard obsidian.
"Hehe~..." The goddess chuckled, a low, husky sound that vibrated through Vespera's entire being. "A formal greeting. How cute. Raise your head, little Vespera. Let me see you."
Vespera slowly lifted her head, her lavender eyes still wide with primal fear; she recalled the teaching in the elven city.
To look at a god's face directly is a sin.
"Don't look so scared," the goddess purred, a hint of amusement in her tone. "I'm not going to smite you. At least not yet."
She then slowly leaned forward, her giant form dispelled like smoke, and surged forward and materialized right in front of Vespera.
So close that Vespera could feel the warmth of her breath on her face.
So close that she could make out some details of her face.
Her lips were full and inviting, her nose was small and delicate, and her eyes...
Her eyes were the color of fresh blood, with a slit pupil like a snake's. They were ancient, knowing, and filled with a mischievous spark that promised unimaginable pleasure and unspeakable pain.
"I've been watching you, Vespera," the goddess murmured, her fingers gently tracing the curve of Vespera's jawline. "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you? Fucking your way through my temple, trying to get my attention."
"I-I... I..." Vespera was at a loss for words, her mind a jumbled mess of fear, confusion, and a growing, undeniable arousal.
The goddess's touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her body that were more intense than anything she had ever experienced before. And she had experienced a lot.
"I'm not mad," the goddess continued, her fingers now trailing down Vespera's neck, over her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breasts. "In fact, I'm impressed. Your dedication is... admirable. And your stamina is quite remarkable."
She then leaned in and helped Vespera to stand up on her feet.
"I've seen your heart, Vespera," she whispered, her lips brushing against Vespera's ear. "I've seen your desire. You want more than just pleasure. You want to be useful. You want to serve. You want to be mine."
"Y-Yes," Vespera choked out, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "I do. I want to be yours. Body and soul."
"Hmm~..." The goddess didn't say anything and circled around Vespera, her eyes roaming over her body like a predator assessing its prey, a hunger in her gaze that made Vespera's cunt clench.
She then stopped behind Vespera, her hands gently resting on her hips.
Then...
SMACK!
A sharp, stinging pain erupted on Vespera's right ass cheek, followed by a wave of intense pleasure that made her gasp.
"!!!" However, Vespera quickly forgot about the pleasure; her thoughts raced back to one thing.
The smack on the butt- it was too familiar.
'No way!'
Slowly, Vespera turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked at the goddess, who removed her veil.
And Vespera saw the face that she could never forget.
The face of one annoying silver-haired woman who caused her so much... fucked up shit, like the time she found herself stuck inside an ogre's butt.
"Surprise!" Morgana said, her lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Miss me?"
Vespera stared, her mind struggling to process the revelation.
The goddess. The divine being she had worshipped, the one whose power she had felt in every stone of the temple... was the same infuriating, playful, and incredibly sexy mortal she had met in the ogre's cave?
"You... you... YOU!" Vespera finally managed to sputter, her lavender eyes wide with disbelief and a dawning sense of betrayal. "You're the goddess?! The whole time?!"
"The one and only," Morgana said, striking a pose that was both arrogant and endearingly goofy. "Sorry about the deception, but I wanted to see how dedicated you were. A goddess can't be too careful, you know. Lots of fangirls out there."
Vespera didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or scream in frustration. All those weeks of longing, all those desperate attempts to gain an audience, and the goddess was just... messing with her.
"You... you are unbelievable," Vespera said, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and something else... something that felt an awful lot like relief.
"I try my best," Morgana said, stepping closer. She gently cupped Vespera's face in her hands, her thumbs stroking her cheeks. "But I meant what I said, Vespera. I've been watching you. And I am impressed. Very impressed."
Her gaze softened, the playful glint replaced by a genuine warmth that made Vespera's heart flutter.
"Come," Morgana said gently. "Let's go and have some fun in the new city."
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