Object of Worship Ch. 01-03
Jane, who disliked her name so much that she'd rather be called anything else, felt suffocated by her sheltered and religious upbringing. She didn't connect with many people at school and was often mocked for her appearance. However, there were a few moments that brightened her day, Jordan was one of them. He messaged her frequently but never made a move on her. When she expressed interest in ancient history, he planned a clandestine after-hours trip to the museum to show her some artifacts because he wanted to spend time with her. Even though she doubted this would lead to anything, she appreciated the attention, even if it was unrequited.
*[Do you have some interesting items to show me? - Jane]
*[Of course, I'll sneak into the museum after hours with you - Jordan]
She hesitated for a moment. Her strict parents would disapprove of such activities, but seeing the museum after dark seemed appealing.
*[When will you sneak in? - Jane]
*[I'm very stealthy and are very good at getting into places I shouldn't be - Jordan]
Jane nervously played with her necklace, gazing at the ceiling, she was unsatisfied with her existence and really needed an escape. She received a text message from Jordan saying he would secretly bring her to the museum for an up-close look at its treasures.
After having had all her homework done, she went to her bed and dreamed of escaping her dreary reality, but was disturbed by a reminder tone.
*[I think we can meet at 10pm - Jane]
Jane's heart raced upon reading Jordan's response.
*[That works. Don't look normal, we're going in through the back door]
*[I will dress appropriately]
Jane picked out an oversized sweater and put it on. Before going downstairs, she had a brief conversation with her mother, noting the perfect time to step out of the house.
"Jane, where are you going?"
"I have a group project, but Vanessa forgot her notes which I have and I'm supposed to deliver them."
"Can't you just send pictures?"
"The camera's scratched. My parents didn't want me sending pictures of myself."
Margaret didn't show any sign of disapproval, and therught to herself, "I can drive you."
Jane hesitated for a moment before replying, "No, it's just a quick journey."
"I'll always be here if you need me."
Jane hesitated for a moment, choked back a sigh, and left. The car park was empty, which presented an opportunity to break free for a couple of hours.
"We're here to steal artifacts? What a terrible spot."
*[It's the story of our lives - Jane]
*[Well, have fun! Let's get out of here! - Jordan]
As they made their way into the back door, Jane couldn't deny the excitement and liberation she felt. She explored the dark, eerie museum's interior, noticing pieces she'd never seen before. As she learned more about this fascinating world, she felt a new energy and excitement. Being handcuffed to a chain hanging from the ceiling was dangerous and thrilling, exposing her to a side of herself she didn't know existed.
*[Being tied to a chain hanging from the ceiling is fun. I can actually be myself here - Jane]
The night ended with them exploring and sharing their connection, a chance for Jane to leave behind the bubble of her daily life. They kissed in the silence of the empty museum, unsure if they'd see each other again. This moment of stolen freedom had enlightened her, as if she had unlocked something in herself, something she could never forget.
In the darkness, as she stole from a place with the romance of stolen moments and the passion of new discoveries, Jane felt truly alive.
[You were right, stolen looks and stolen moments, stolen lives - Jane]
*[And maybe one day we'll steal some more secrets - Jordan]
She gave him a thumbs down and they left the museum. They both agreed to keep the treasures and never speak of this night. For Jordan, it was exciting to be sneaking around with a girl he liked. For Jane, it was a novel experience that pushed her boundaries. It was a mysterious, enchanting world inside a humdrum existence, and she wondered if she'd get another chance to steal these stolen looks, stolen moments, or even a lifetime.
"No, that's fine," Jen responded. Her mother seemed to be in a relatively good mood, and as long as she obeyed and kept quiet, she could avoid any issues. "I wouldn't want to interfere when you're waiting for dad to return. It's been a long week. I'll just head over, ensure the work is completed, and then I'll return, I guarantee."
Her mother mulled it over. "What are the conditions?"
Jen sighed. "No returning past midnight. No associating with any boys, or girls. No engaging in any behavior that might tempt any man to commit a sin. I've got it, mom. I'll stick with it."
Margaret scoffed and concentrated on her television show again. "If you're late, you'll have to talk it over with your dad. Go ahead and get it done, then come back."
She didn't need to be told twice. Jen exited and swiftly ran down the driveway. She didn't possess a vehicle or bike, yet Holbrook was a modest enough town. The museum was technically in another district, but it was still just a couple of miles away. Jen, who was a fan of running and staying fit, sped up, grateful for the sections of pavement when available.
She reached there in approximately twenty minutes, running alongside the road, delighted at the periods when the sidewalks offered support.
Jason was waiting by the back door for her. "Hello, Jen," he disseminated, a childlike grin on his pimply face as he glanced down at her. The height disparity surpassed a foot, and she felt he enjoyed it. "You seem splendid!"
She winced, hoping he perceived it as a grin. Her dark hair was grimy, limp, and devoid of life. Her eyes were so dark that some individuals confused them for black, and while she wasn't overly hairy, every dark hair on her face stood out. Jen didn't look great, and she was aware of it.
"Thanks," she said. "Now, what do you plan to exhibit?"
Jason's face turned crimson and he gazed at the ground for an instant. A feeling of annoyance washed through her.
"If you lured me away thinking this was some form of date..." she began.
"No, it's nothing like that, I vow," Jason pled.
"Because I'm not eligible for dating, and I've already conveyed that, and 'no' means 'no.' Particularly here where there are cameras." Jen folded her arms over her chest.
Jason chuckled at that. "Regarding the cameras, yes. At least these ones, or the ones I wish to guide you through. Maintenance will last the next few days." He raised his right hand like a Scout's oath.
Jen believed him, yet not for the reasons he desired. Jason might be taller than her, but he was too much of a geek to constitute a real threat. She simply didn't want to have to clarify her stance later when he'd shown off what he'd intended to impress her.
"Okay," she answered. "After you."
Everyone who lived within fifty miles of that region had been to the museum at some point in their lives, and she remembered it fairly well. Things hadn't changed significantly, and the fact that Jason's mother had acquired new items was likely to be broadly considered news for Sheri and its adjacency. Despite herself, she began to feel enthusiastic as he guided her past the gift shop and into the staff entryway.
"And there isn't anyone nearby to create trouble?" Jen inquired, whispering.
"The only person on duty is Bubba, but he's probably going to snooze during the following few nights until they replace the cameras," Jason imparted. "Come on, this is incredible!" Jason accelerated, and Jen had to speed up to maintain up with his more extended strides.
The back area of the museum was not particularly intriguing or exciting. It was primarily just standard desks with computers and some storage for current projects. One of them had an old sword on the desk, alongside post-it notes and an open journal. Jason lured her past it to his mother's area in the back. On her desk were a couple of partially opened crates, with straw protruding.
Jason leaned over, his fingertips almost touching the lids. "They unearthed a long-lost village buried a hundred feet underground in an Iraqi village. From there --"
"Oh my god, just show me already," Jen said, giggling. She was certainly intrigued, now that she was close at hand. Jason may have been a nerd, but he grasped how to capture her attention. Perhaps he wasn't as awful as she'd thought.
The lid of the container slipped away, and Jane draw closer. At the top sat a collection of coins which still retained some shimmer from their previous use. From different angles, a fierce female visage and a burning heart were visible on them.
"Are these Catholic?" Jane questioned, a bit astonished. "I thought you said these were from the middle east, dating back thousands of years."
Jason replied excitedly, "Yes! These aren't Catholic at all, not even close. Trust me, the Virgin Mother isn't usually portrayed as craving human flesh."
The woman on the coin seemed to exude a taste for cannibalism, with distinctive facial features and a partial tongue extending from her lips. The extraordinary way it was preserved left Jane in awe.
"That's not all," Jason went on. With some struggle, he removed a piece of straw and reached into the container, pulling out a necklace.
There was nothing special about it at first glance: no grand gems, gold, or anything eye-catching. With a closer examination, it was apparent that symbols reminiscent of the burning heart depicted in Catholicism were evident. The more Jane studied it, the more evident the differences were, but it still resembled a standard necklace.
The rational part of Jane shouldn't feel drawn to it. Yet, her curiosity had her draw closer, nearly grasping it. "It's not yours," Jason stopped her, seeming slightly nervous.
"Why can't we take it?" Jane sought clarification. "I mean, we found it. It's not hurting anyone."
Jason shook his head. "It's forbidden, Jane. We can't just take it. It's our secret."
The next thought crossing her mind was to jump him and steal it. But she casually replied, "Okay, maybe just a quick picture. I won't share it with anyone. It's just so cool."
Why she said it, Jane didn't understand - it just seemed the right thing to do. Jason's initial anxiety melted, and he became hearty. "Fine. Turn around."
Jane's heart raced with excitement. She felt Jason's body heat and energy behind her when he came up behind her. Her neck was caressed, and the necklace was fastened. Wooden beads pressed against her skin, and the pendant hung over her chest. Suddenly, she felt enveloped by warmth and comfort. The fire within her ignited, purifying her body and heightening her senses - a sudden awakening. Her eyes remained closed, and her mouth opened to release a shrill cry, which never erupted. An inner battle resolved to continue, and she was lost.
But she found herself effortlessly floating through a dark, enclosed space. A dull thud resonated around her, a hint of Jason's desperation to wake her up. A persistent pulsing could be heard all around her.
You're finally awake. It took you long enough. The boy is terrified. The voice hissed in her thoughts.
Who are you? Where am I? Jane attempted to speak, but there was no response.
The mocking sounded devastatingly familiar and feminine:
We are in the museum. The boy is trying to awaken us, but he's too late. We aren't entirely in control yet.
Jane's heart raced. "What do you want?" was the only thing she could think of asking.
We want whoever dares to disrupt our slumber. The laughter was deep and derisive. And you've managed to awaken this curiosity within me, beware the consequences.
Jane wildly flailed about, but had never engaged in a fight. Instead, she tired mentally and slumped. Suddenly, something materialized in the void, not really near or in front of her but more like an impression. A tall, nude woman with black night-dark tresses and ruby-hued eyes emerged. Her sun-baked clay colored skin contrasted with her dark nipples, each adorned by a golden ring piercing through. This being was potent and tender, boasting broad, sturdy legs leading to wide, flared hips. Massive breasts protruded, defying gravity, while her toned musculature defined her stomach. Her black pubic hair hid her folds save for the visible lips. She was fearsome, stunning, and...
My name is Nikanna. You can struggle all you want, but it's futile. You're the herald of my coming back, and we'll restore my temple together.
Immediately closing the distance, Nikanna positioned herself inches away, her eyes studying Jane.
Obey me, worship me, and you'll live a life of great wealth. No one will be able to harm or hinder you. Stand against me, and I'll crush you beneath my heel until your broken body craves more and pleads for more.
Jane didn't comprehend anything but her desperation to escape her horrific dream. She wasn't at the museum; it was just another nightmare. Sleep paralysis, she thought, her dream demon entrancing her with lies. Her eyes unfocused, her body lifting and rolling over to her back.
Unfortunately, neither Jane nor her actions were in control. As she fixed her gaze on Jason's wide-eyed, panicked face, she could hardly stifle her laughter.
"Jane? Jane, are you okay? You scared me!" Jason cradled her head with one hand, caressing her parched scalp. The sensation was enhanced compared to reality, a gentle, calming slide through her lifeless hair. It ignited an innate sensation, butterflies chaotically dancing in her stomach.
"I'm alright," Nikanna incorporeally answered, feigning jubilation. She smiled at him, her hand dominatingly caressing Jason's acne-riddled cheek.
Jason's face reddened. She'd noticed his admiration since their freshman year in high school, but now, her confusion mingled with shame. As she realized her body's reaction, she startled and pushed his hand away.
What on earth? Not Jason. That's vile. Nikanna held sway over every move, keeping Jane entangled in her evil charade.
Hmm, he'll suffice for a first feast. And I'll surely need followers. I see how he stares at us both. He'll do anything we command, if we give him incentive.
Her eyes perpetually witch-like, Nikanna studied Jason. Jane could feel her insatiable hunger as if it were her own.
"Yeah, that was quite a scene. Should we return the necklace?" Jason asked, still cradling her head in his palm. His body was drawn toward her, pulsing. The muscle memory of holding her was still in his arm as it slid to support her back. Mike couldn't help himself from leaning into her, inhaling deeply. As if bewitched, Jane's nose inhaled his acrid teenage scent, transporting her back to bygone eras.
Gazing upon him, she reminisced about the people who'd once worshiped her, flaunted their young bodies in the desert's heat, offering her a part of themselves for her power and adoration. In return, she bestowed her love upon them. Jane quivered in his proximity, remembering ancient luxuries and forbidden desires.
"Sure, why not?" Nikanna answered, surrendering to Jason. He exhaled, his arms a barrier between his face and Jane.
"I mean, if they're just going to leave it in its current condition all night, then I figured we'd return it." His voice hooked listeners, invigorating Nikanna as she emanated sexual energy.
"I confirm, I see the potential here that we should leave soon. Why don't we obtain the promised photo and then go? If it interests you, perhaps we can have a milkshake or an equivalent treat before you head home." He spoke with such sincerity and sweetness.
Nikanna brushed her hands through her hair, neatly arranging it behind her ears. Her voice barely audible. "Could you listen to me? This necklace...It makes me feel beautiful. As if it was made exclusively for me. I'm grateful you shared it with me." She moved closer once more.
No way. Jane countered, but her efforts were fruitless. She observed the hopelessness, yearning, and arousal in Jason. It was slightly under Nikanna's level but still manifest.
Jason stared at her, reacting only when she raised her head to await his response. He hesitantly kissed her, probably his first one. Jane, on the other hand, experienced her initial kiss. However, Nikanna took control and deepened the kiss, presenting her lip between Jason's lips and nibbling on it. He audibly groaned and embraced her. Nikanna allowed it, then moved her tongue into his mouth.
Disgust bubbled within Jane. His mouth was so wet, and the way his tongue engaged was intrusive. Almost immediately, Jason's tongue joined hers, and they became entangled. However, Jane's body heated up and readied itself for action. The longer they made out, the more natural it felt. When Jason pressed her against him, she sensed his erection.
So long...It's been too long... Nikanna muttered in her mind. Her palms moved to explore his narrow chest before resuming their journey to his buckle. Jason disengaged, panting and blushing from the experience.
"I...I haven't..." he stammered, almost alluding to his inexperience. He ran a finger across his mouth, still wet from their kiss. The ardor in his eyes matched Nikanna's.
"Same here," confessed Nikanna. She nibbled her bottom lip, unintentionally displaying her embarrassment. "Do...Want to...?" Inquisitively, she asked.
No way. I'm a teenage girl, and I don't want my initial experience to be with Jason friggen Patterson. Jane argued internally, yet she had no escape route and no hiding place. Nikanna's cravings posed a potent pull. The longing expanded, a small fire began to develop into a blaze. With her control, she could satisfy the void.
"I...Promise not to laugh at you if you're not proficient or don't last long," Jason said, possessing the composure of an adult but the appearance of a sixteen-year-old.
Nikanna noticed the potential in him, envisioning a mature man with the right training. She knelt in front of him. With unwavering eye contact, she unfastened his belt and zipper. Once she removed his jeans, his rigid boxers bounced in proximity of her face. Immediately, she pressed her cheek against them, emitting a peaceful sigh.
Jason's aroma, previously undetectable to Jane, had now consumed her. She had never paid attention to smells, yet now she was inundated with them. It was strong, overwhelming, and caused her entire body to pulse gently. Jason responded to Nikanna's attention, his cock twitched, and Jane could detect his sticky pre-cum leaking through the material.
Nikanna wrapped her lips around his waistband, kissing the fabric repeatedly. By then, she began to kiss the head of his cock within his boxers. When she traced his erection with her tongue through the cloth, Jason's body shuddered and he audibly gasped.
"My god," Nikanna choked out, her voice tainted with lust. "You look so marvelous. Can I...May I?" She pleaded intensely.
Without hesitation, Jason nodded. Nikanna, without reservation, slid down the front of his boxers. His seven-inch erection stared back at her, with a sheen of sandy-blonde pubic hair at its base. The head was vibrant purple, glistening, and throbbed with their reciprocated desire.
"Fuck," exclaimed Nikanna, still in hushed whispers. "You're stunning. May I?" Her saucy eyes requested.
Unspoken, Jason consented. Nikanna remained staring into his eyes, caring not for Jane's vehement objections. Nikanna deftly navigated her mouth around his swollen cock, "You taste so fucking good. I'm so desperate, so hungry." Nikanna's pursuit of pleasure spurred her onwards.
Jane's impulse was to detach herself, yet Nikanna was determined. Comprehending her motive, Nikanna utilized her mouth to the maximum, taking Jason's cock down her throat. He involuntarily jerked, further penetrating her mouth. Nikanna dexterously swallowed him to the root in one unbroken motion.
"Christ fucking almighty!" Jason cried out, his voice raised noticeably in the silent museum.
Nikanna noisily sucked. Each sound Jason made triggered delight in them, propelling them forward to more. There was no stretching it out or taunting him. She sucked as if trying to drain the life from him. Her hand gripped his member tightly and blurred as she pumped in unison. He tensed in her mouth and his moans drew closer and closer.
This turns you on, you try to deny it, Nikanna whispered to Jane. Witness the power we have over him. He'd grant any wish for us, so long as he can satiate his cravings. He's not a man, he's our servant. Take him!
It became increasingly difficult to think. A murkiness descended, and the only thing that mattered was Jason's cock and eagerly slurping up every drop. Jane despised how it occurred, but the goddess felt it too, as she experienced it. Her breasts tightened and everything ached with need.
N-no...Please stop this...
Nikanna did not cease. Instead, with her free hand, she fondled her small breast through her sweater, thoroughly locating her nipple and twisting it relentlessly. The world flashed brilliant white, and Jane mewled. She experienced Nikanna's encouragement, every insidious murmur prompting her to succumb and savor it. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she worked the shaft.
"Fuck, Jane, I'm about to..."
Swallow it, Jane. Gulp down every last drop and demand more!
Jane pushed herself. Ancient memories resurfaced, of countless times performing this act, a cacophony of hard males moaning and yielding to her control. Jason's cock enlarged. She grasped him to the base and swallowed fervently.
That sealed the deal. Jason's hands grabbed her hair and yanked her forward as he forcefully thrust into her mouth. His cock unraveled and Jane swallowed ferociously, lapping up every last drop.
Her body hummed with exhilaration in a way that was neither repulsive nor displeasing. Jane sucked everything from Jason until he wrenched her off of his cock with an audible plop. Cum streaked from the corners of her lips and his limp dick. The desire did not dissipate, it fermented. Jane licked her lips as she considered the salty, distasteful taste, and the sense of accomplishment that came with it.
"Holy shit Jane, was that your first time?" Jason gasped breathlessly, before quickly realizing what he'd said. "I'm not insinuating anything, really! Really!"
Jane stood, shuddering."Maintain an appearance of calmness. That's what you must do," she mutter-mumbled to herself. Suddenly numb, she recited to herself what she'd done during a moment where her mother lectured her. After pausing for three in her mind, her thoughts cleared.
"I'm fine. I...I wanted to." Struggling to grin, it hurt her to say. She made an effort to cleanse her mouth of Jason's semen by wiping it off with the back of her hand, persisting in not crying or screaming. "I need to go home."
Jason reached a hand out to her, but Jane turned quickly, sprinting as fast as possible. Nothing could prevent her from fleeing. He called after her, but she ignored him, fervently hoping he wouldn't follow. That lazy, conspiring laughter reverberated inside her again.
It's pointless to pray to anyone else, child. You're mine now. And this was merely a taste of what's to come. Nikanna's chuckles echoed in her mind.
For a moment, her heart seemed to reverse, before accelerating at lightning speed. Then, it returned to its usual rhythm. Jane ran as fast as she could, exerting herself to the max. Despite being unable to escape from herself, there was an intoxicating thrill in pushing her body to its limits.
Around eleven o'clock at night, traffic was sporadic. A car would pass by, temporarily illuminating her with enough light to traverse the streets, as if the entire world understood what had just transpired and prompted judgment. Would her mother know? Would God know?
As if you have any control over me, I'm the one in charge here. The usual deity is a non-factor when it comes to me and the ancient bunch. You shouldn't worry about your mom's trivial thoughts, they're insignificant to me, just like they should be to you. Don't fret, I'll handle your folks.
Breathing heavily, Jane rushed back home, trying to forget the unsettling highway. She needed time to think, and running was the only way she knew how. Finally, she reached her doorstep, panting and out of breath.
Nikanna remained quiet for the time being while Jane began to relax. She could feel the presence of this being within her, watching, waiting, and absorbing. Jane grabbed her cell phone, checking the time. 10:45pm. Thank goodness, she had just made it back before the curfew. Bit by bit, she regained her composure.
The house was quiet as Jane sneaked up the stairs. Her mother, as usual, slept on the couch. Jane hoped she'd stay there tonight, letting Jane have a bit of solitude. Quickly, she climbed the creaky steps, careful not to disturb them. Once upstairs, she was able to enter her room safely.
But she wasn't safe anymore.
"G-get out of me," Jane Stammered. "Is there any way...there must be someone better..."
Not a chance.
Silence. Jane wondered if this being even understood her question. The suspense grew as she realized the stillness could be a trap. Then, images flooded her mind's eye, sending her back to millennia ago.
Aboard a massive stone temple, ablaze in the desert heat. The surroundings disappeared, replaced by a mental reality. Jane found herself in the chamber with her vision obscured by a petrified stone wall. She could feel Nikanna's presence close by, quiet yet commanding.
Hundreds of people - men and women of various ages - crammed into the temple. All were naked, all worshiping her. The only thing they had in common was their collective awe of their goddess, and Jane wasn't present for any of it.
Her eyeline shifted, coming face to face with Nikanna, who sat on a high throne. Her appearance remained the same, her expression a mixture of contentment and lust. A man, middle-aged or older, kneeled at her feet, his face buried in her labia. With every sigh, Nikanna pushed back against his face, their sounds rising in volume.
I was once the daughter of a major deity and worshippers would travel from all corners of the world to pay tribute to me. They gave me everything they had without a second thought. I was powerful, Authoritarian. Using their praise, their commitment, their lives, I got stronger.
Nikanna gasped, and the man slid between her legs, his cock glistening with her fluids. He held his position while Nikanna spread her legs wide. The worshippers murmured a chant in an ancient language. Jane caught a glimpse of the altar, upended and set on fire. The smells of sex and sacrifice filled her senses while Nikanna held her maker's face against herself, her other hand rested on the man's head.
The man breathed hard, feeling the goddess take him inside her. With each thrust, he lost control, totally overcome. Nikanna moved on her lover, faster and faster. Her cries of ecstasy echoed throughout the chamber. The worshippers' shouts swelled as she finally climaxed, battering his back with her voice.
The man let out a final moan, exhausted, yet satisfied. His warmth suffused her body, stilling the quivering surface. With nothing else to distract her, the camera lens shifted again and Jane found herself looking at another man standing at the base of the temple's staircase. She watched as he slowly ascended the steps towards Nikanna.
Now fully erect, the man mounted the previous lover and took his spot. Nikanna didn't waste time, sitting him entirely within her. A content smile spread across her face, knowing she'd satisfied both. But she wasn't done yet. She quickly moved, grinding on the man, holding him in place. Worshippers murmured softly around them, joining her in passion.
I could take whomever I wanted. They welcomed me with open arms. And they'd show their devotion... [end of paraphrase]
The world shifted yet again, situation where now Jane was on the stage with the goddess and her younger companion. This man's arms were spread out as a sign of surrender on the ground. He was tall and powerful, but the goddess towered over him. She rocked gently, making him slide into her while emitting a low groan.
A new perspective began to emerge for Jane as she was placed in this proximity. After being terrified to even think of sex, her first encounter led to sucking a dick within a blink of an eye, and the heat from before returned once more. Her gaze drifted over the stunning young man, reveling in his face contorted by ecstasy as the goddess surged over him. Nikanna tightened her grip on Jane's breast.
Her breath caught in her chest as Nikanna twisted the ring around her nipple. "Doesn't that hurt?" she inquired, intrigued despite herself.
That's the point. I'm going to reveal this to you, Jane, she uttered softly, confident in every breath she breathed. Nikanna was in a position of power here, and Jane was her first slave.
Nikanna flipped the ring the opposite direction, and this time Jane felt it in her stomach. The ring tugged on the pierced, ultra sensitive nipple. It was as if the tip of her thumb and the gold rings stretched. Pain consumed the area, yet the lingering ache was a delight.
Jane fell to her knees as a feeling of immense heat engulfed her. She clutched her nipple, tighter than it's ever been, and this only intensified her emotions. Her pussy twitched and pulsed rhythmically. She groaned in response. She beheld Nikanna, who was lost in passion, riding her young lover.
"Holy shit," Jane mumbled, simulating a phantom cock shooting her, experiencing the pressure but none of the rubbing.
Whatever I do is of great significance, she stressed. I receive their donations...
Nikanna slammed her hips down forcefully and swiveled them in place. Jane nearly fainted from the sheer sensations. The ache deepened, like an unquenchable thirst. The man down below grooved powerfully, and the action became a bit of a blur. Nikanna clamped onto the boy fiercely, and Jane winced as a sensation teased her, mocked her for forgetting what it feels like to be filled with fire.
The man awoke with exhaustion. His thrusts continued on their own, but the light in his eyes disappeared, and he seemed to shrink away. Nikanna arose on her knees and extended her hands towards the heavens. The attendants rejoiced vigorously.
I provide what they need to thrive, dearest. I am a compassionate and loving goddess, Jane Kane. But don't ignore the fact that I am a queen, she instructed. You have become part of the package now, whether you indulge it or not.
"Why?" Jane managed. She was aching with undesired heat. The goddess was overjoyed, she was the only one who didn't feel it.
Because you adorned my necklace. You summoned me awake, and your soul was perfectly aligned with mine. You need me, Jane. Nikanna captured her face. She raised her eyes to meet the goddess, who looked at her with care and affection. Let me give you what you yearn for. All you have to do is listen to me, serve me, and I will bestow upon you the world.
Jane took a deep breath, reconsidering her choices. She thought of her mother, who worshiped a non-existent deity, only to be a puppet. This flesh and blood goddess was commanding, but suddenly it didn't seem so menacing to Jane.
"I can't," she admitted under her breath. "I'm sorry, but I don't want anything to do with what I just saw."
Nikanna allowed her to break away and turned her attention upwards. The rain began to fall, slowly then violently.
You will, Jane. Your fear can't protect you from who you truly are. Turn your fear into acceptance. I can and will save you from your parents. Feel free to play the role of their master, even punish them. Whatever you deem, your love, it's all yours she promised, as the world grew pitch black and rain drops poured down on the duo. You will yield, Jane, and when you do, the world will be a better place for it. I give you my word.
The temple vanished, and Jane found herself back in her room. The yearning in her breasts and vagina lingered on, and she had never been more attracted to fulfilling it. With a shiver, Jane curled up with her knees, but this only exacerbated her condition.
Rest. All she desired was a slice of tranquility. Perhaps she'd cease dreaming or at least the desire would subside.
The deity giggled. It was going to be a protracted evening.
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