The Pillaging of an Empire

by Amanda Clover

  “You’ll not have me!” Tania roared, raising her amulet, the gold ring on her finger gleaming in the light of her idol. “By the father of All! By his daughters and sons! By the scions of gods!”

  The tentacles shuddered, quivering with unease as the radiance of the hammer amulet fell on them. Her soul soared with growing confidence, her voice thundering in the still air.

  “In the name of Oreth the Maker! I cast you back to the pit you came! Be gone!”

  Tania hurled the amulet into the well. The stone hammer blazed like a comet. It struck the slime.

  The explosion hurled Tania off her feet. She hit the ground with a grunt, her head spinning with the impact. Bits of slime rained down, splattering all over the farm. More than a bit hit the priestess, the slime hissing as it ate away patches in her robes. “Ugh!” Tania groaned, wiping some of the slime that had struck her face away. She sat up, blinking hard.

  The bricked up ring of the well was gone, blasted away like the trunk of a tree struck by lightning. Slime lay scattered across the grounds.

  A tingle grew through Tania. She grinned, triumphant. Her ample chest inflated with pride. “Well,” she chuckled, climbing to her feet, brushing her robes of the dust. “That wasn’t too hard, was it? Demons.” She snorted, standing up and glanced about. “Now…”

  “Oooooo…”

  Tania paused, turned. The farm girl was on the ground not far, her breasts heaving, her skin still shining with her oily spread as she bucked, so desperately aroused by the demon’s slime she didn’t even realize the creature was dead. Tania frowned. She’d have to do something about that. She knew a few prayers that should free the girl from the demon’s toxins. But she would need her amulet.

  Then Tania saw just what the girl was driving into her pussy. The priestess felt her flush rise to new heights as she watched the buxom farmgirl rock against the Maker’s Hammer, driving the holy idol into her cunt like it were some sort of blessed dildo.

  “Oh,” Tania murmured lamely.

  “Oooooo!” the girl moaned, shuddering as she climaxed. Yet still she didn’t stop, continuing to fuck herself while groping a shining teat.

  Tania bit her lower lip. Oh this was… this was so depraved! And strangely enthralling. But… But she supposed now she… she wouldn’t have to touch the girl… Tania cleared her throat.

  “Ah… B-by Navina, daughter of the Maker… Daughter of lust… I… I ask for your aid in…”

  “Mnnnn!” the girl moaned, her shining breasts heaving as she plunged the glowing idol deeper into her cunt.

  “A-aid in… in banishing this… this cursed taint…”

  “Ahhhh!” the farmgirl squealed, tweaking a shining nipple, her hips rolling. “Ah! Ahn! Nnnnn!”

  Tania felt heat spread across her. She found her hand slipping through the hole in her robe. She didn’t stop her hand gliding beneath her panties, and didn’t question the shudder of pleasure as her finger found her slit.

  “…Th-this t-taint,” Tania gasped, breath hitching as she began to finger herself at the debauched scene. “We ask you… to free this… this girl from her curse. And… and mnnn… and bless her… B-by the all f-father… F-free her… Please! Mnnnn!”

  The glow of the god’s power swept through her, and in that sudden ecstasy of sensation she came, gasping into her panties while the farm girl screamed with her own orgasm, pounding her cunt with Tania’s holy relic. The Hammer blazed with power, the slime which coated the young farm girl burning away like steam, wafting away into the air.

  Tania shuddered, yanking her hand out of her panties. She hastily wiped her fingers on her robe while the young farm girl groaned, her eyes fluttering. But clear, now. Albeit a bit dazed.

  Swallowing thickly, Tania shuffled over to help the young woman. She knelt beside the farm girl, titling her into a sitting position.

  “Hey. Hey! Listen.” Tania gently patted the girl’s cheek. “Hey. What’s your name? Come on. Tell me. What’s your name?”

  “L-Lizzie. My name…” Lizzie lifted her head, blinking vaguely at the ruins of the yard. Her eyes widened as memories flooded her. “Oh. Oh Gods! The… the slime!”

  “It’s gone,” Tania soothed. “It’s dead. I banished it. It can’t get you.”

  Lizzie shuddered, clutching at the priestess. “Oh… Oh gods. It was in the barn. And… And I…”

  Tania cradled the young farm girl against her. “Don’t worry. It’s all okay. It’s gone. It’s over. But… um… Can I get my amulet back?”

  Lizzie blinked at her. The girl lifted her hand and the Hammer, still coated in her juices. Lizzie’s face blazed with embarrassment. “Oh. Oh gods! I’m… I’m so sorry… I didn’t… I mean…”

  “It’s okay,” Tania said as she took the hammer, her face drawn. “But um… Do you have something I can wash it off in?”

  “I… there’s the well. Um…” Lizzie looked at the blackened stump of brick. “There… was…”

  Tania pursed her lips. “Um… yes. Sorry about that.”

  Lizzie shook her head. “There’s a… a rain barrel. We can… we can use that.”

  “Right. Here. Let’s go. Lean on me. You’re probably feeling a bit weak.”

  Gingerly, Tania helped the farm girl to her feet. Knowing she couldn’t linger long, but unable to leave the girl lying in the grass, the priestess helped the naked woman towards the farm house. The other demons would keep. She’d be on its trail soon enough.

  She could spare a few minutes.

  Sweet Surrender

  “Sister Carma?”

  Carma paused in writing a letter, turned, smiling gently. “Yes, Sister Mia?”

  Mia fidgeted at the door in her billowy black and white gown. She was a slim girl, what curves she had hidden beneath her billowy black and white gown. While Carma was curvier by half, Mia still had a more girlish figure, though her soft face and button nose were pretty in their own way, particularly when she was nervous, which was often. “Sister Carma. I… there’s a… a man here.”

  Carma smiled at Mia. Though both of them were a year from their twentieth birthday, Carma had been with the sisterhood of Kaomeena since she was a child, and was looked up to by the newer girls. Mia was a new devotee to the goddess of healing, coming to the temple only last year, and still adjusting to life in the quiet cloister and hospice. Carma set down her pen and turned her chair towards the door of her small cell. “Well, Mia, if he has no immediate injuries then bring him to the sickroom. I’m sure the mother will be more than-“

  “N-no, sister. Not that. He… he says he’s here to offer thanks.”

  Carma frowned slowly. “What do you mean?”

  “W-well, he said he’s come to offer us some food in thanks for aiding a hurt of his a year ago. I… I wasn’t sure what to do. Normally I’d take the donation but he… he insisted that he hand it over in person. And… and he had this smell…”

  “A smell?”

  “Um. Yes. It was… was something sweet…”

  Carma looked at Mia quizzically as the younger priestess blushed. Carma tapped her fingers on the table thoughtfully. “Very well. Hm. Well, where did you put him?”

  Mia sagged in relief. “In the kitchens, sister. I… I didn’t want to put him with the sick. And he seemed happy enough.”

  Carma nodded. “Well done. Let’s see about this…”

  Mia nodded eagerly, relieved the responsibility of it had been taken from her. Eagerly she followed the other priestess through the abbey’s halls. Kaomeena had always emphasised to her followers the necessity of humbleness in their arts, and so it was that her temples were always modest buildings, emphasising self-sufficiency. They temple itself was a large stone building, its many windows looking out onto a fenced yard where the few priestesses went about their business, growing the herbs and medicines which they doled out to the peasants who visited. The healing powers of the goddess were tiring to call on, and if a hurt could be mended with more natural means, it was best to do so.
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  The empty halls echoed back their footsteps, windows built high into the walls spreading their glow across the floor until they reached the door to the kitchens. Carma grasped the handle, only to pause, listening to a faint clatter beyond. She sighed, hoping the man wasn’t trying to rob them, and pushed open the door and went inside, Mia following close.

  The kitchens were a large part of the building. Often it served double duty for preparing certain medicines. Carma glanced about the room cautiously. The ovens were all on, which was odd, their heat suffocating the room. Then… Yes. There was a scent. A curious, sickly sweet one that thickened the air like taffy. Carma inhaled deeply, her frown deepening. She knew this scent. It was something… something familiar…

  “Sister,” Mia murmured, pressing against her back. Carma gasped, sharply aware of the other woman’s presence. In fact, all her senses seemed to be growing more acute. The feel of her modest robes against her bare skin tingled, sweat faintly tingling across her with the ambient heat (which seemed warmer than it should be). She shrugged her shoulders uneasily and pressed into the kitchen proper.

  The man was within, as Mia had said, but Carma was shocked at the size of him. He was enormously fat, fairly spilling out of a fine embroidered vest he wore cast over his shoulders. His plain shirt failed to contain the sheer mass of his gut, his thick belly poking out from beneath the edge. His legs were almost painfully tiny, poking out from beneath his mass, his broad lap clad in too tight pants that revealed an immodest bulge.

  Carma flushed a little and focused on the fat man’s face. He had small eyes nearly lost in his rolls of fat and an upturned nose. His hair was thin and wiry. He appeared to be sleeping as the pair entered, and it was from him that the strange, sweet smell came from. Carma cleared her throat and the fat man opened his eyes slowly.

  “Ohhh,” he said, a sound that matched the groan of the chair beneath him as he shifted to a more alert position. “You’re a pretty one. As pretty as your lovely sister.”

  Carma was surprised, but tried to suppress her flush at the heavy man’s words. A priestess of Kaomeena was humble, she reminded herself, though she noticed Mia was blushing brightly.

  “Ah, yes. I am a sister. You… you wished to speak to me?”

  “Yes,” the man drawled, sitting up a little more, an effort that seemed to overwhelm him, and letting him sprawl once more on the seat. “Yes. I am. To the sisters who did… such good work for me. Oh,” he sighed, brushing a hand through his wiry hair. “Oh, I remember when poor Porca came here. I was so… so ill. I was so thin! Oh how I suffered. How I moaned and groaned and weak. But your sisters were so kind. So good to me, and I… recovered so ably that I… I fear I may have overdid myself.”

  He patted his gut, his fat rippling. Carma swallowed, staring at the man’s blatant corpulence. “You… ah, might have.”

  “Ah, but I had such appetites, you understand,” the man sighed with a lazy wave of fingers like sausages. “And oh I suffered at the time. Unable to eat the sweetmeats that spread before me. But I have recovered!” he cried, his pink face cherubic with delight. “And it was thanks to you all. You lovely, kind, women.”

  Carma nodded hazily. The longer she stood in this man’s presence, the less his scent became repugnant. She must be getting used to him. “The sisters of Kaomeena are always glad to be of aid.”

  “Oh I know. But it wounded me, my dear. Wounded me to the soul when I realized how you poor things must be denied! Must be, living so far from men and civilization, to deny your appetites that I so willingly indulge. Oh, how it must wound you, living without it.”

  Carma found her eyes on the man’s groin again. She snapped them back to his face as he dabbed at tears of empathy. Was that a smile she saw? “I… We get by. Kaomeena preaches modesty and… and control against temptations.”

  “Yes. And so, I thought, what better gift! Than to feed these young, fair ladies. To give them that which they so long denied themselves! And so…” he shifted his weight, the chair creaking as he reached behind him and pulled forth a sack. He opened it, and a sugary gush of air rushed to meet her. Carma gasped at the mass of sweetmeats within the bag.

  “Oh,” she breathed, her head spinning at the sugary scent wafting from the mouth of the sack. “I… I shouldn’t…”

  “Oh but you must!” the man breathed, his pink face pleading. “As a reward for your kindness and goodness. What’s a taste, lovely priestess?”

  “Oh gosh,” Mia breathed as she plucked a spiralled candy from the sack. Before Carma could say a word the younger priestess had popped the candy between her lips. “Mmm!” she breathed in delight. “Oh that’s so sweet!”

  “Isn’t it?” the fat man said, smiling happily. “Please!” He shook the sack invitingly. “Have more, my lovely sweetlings. I have so much.”

  Carma tried to resist, but her mouth was watering at the sight of those candies. “M-maybe a few…” she murmured, dipping her hand inside. She popped one past her lips.

  Flavour burst upon her tongue. She gasped, shuddering as sugary bliss spread across her body, tingling down to her very toes. She hungrily sucked on the candy, moaning weakly. “Oh… oh my,” she slurred around the candy as it shrank beneath her rolling tongue.

  Porca smiled indulgently. “Eat!” he said, cradling the sack atop his lap. “Eat! You deserve to indulge now and then. You’ve done so much for the fine peasants, shouldn’t you get a reward? Shouldn’t you get a chance to just… indulge?”

  “The goddess… says humble…” But the words were hard to form around the candy in her mouth. Mia didn’t even bother. The younger priestess was already devouring a chocolate plucked from the bag. If she kept that up, there wouldn’t be any for her!

  Horror grabbed Carma at the thought. Her hand dove into the bag and stuffed her mouth with more candies. She moaned as the flavour swallowed her tongue. Her head spun as she scarfed a chocolate, its creamy, sweet goodness melting in her mouth, oozing into her stomach. Gooey taffy engulfed her mouth. A caramel sweet sang down her taste buds as a comfortable fullness began to suffuse her.

  “Yes!” Porca said happily, his belly jiggling with his pleased laughter. “Enjoy my sweetlings! Eat. Eat to your heart’s content!”

  Carma did. Candies and chocolates and sugared nuts pressed past her lips. Porca’s words oozed into her ears like honey, filling her head with sluggishness. And she just couldn’t stop.

  But the bag ended. Carma groped at the bottom, moaning. “No… no more?” Mia moaned.

  Carma gasped. No. No! There had to be more! She grabbed the bag. Mia whined and pulled at the other end. The bag split with a terrific rip, fluttering to the floor.

  “M-moore!” Carma gasped weakly.

  Porca laughed, a heavy, hearty sound that rumbled through the tall ceiling of the kitchen. Porca looked down on the pair, his gimlet eyes gleaming in mirth. “Oh my poor sweetlings,” the massive man crooned. “You poor, poor things. Do you want more?”

  “Mmmm,” Carma moaned, her mouth still sweet with chocolate.

  Porca giggled. “Hmm. I think I do have something else you could suck. Oh, but I don’t think you could in those robes of yours. I think only pretty sweetlings get to taste more.”

  Carma stared at him, for a moment not comprehending. But the potential for more sugary goodness stirred her sluggish thoughts. She brightened as she understood. Frantically, the priestess tore off her modest gown. Mia joined her, in moments the two shapely priestesses were naked on the floor, bare flesh bronzed by the glow of the ovens.

  Porca smiled grandly. “Good girls,” the massive man crooned sweet. “Good. Sweet. Obedient girls. And such good girls get a treat. Let me see…”

  Porca reached down and undid his belt. Carma panted, watching with shuddering eagerness as his pants opened and his cock sprang free. His thick manhood filled her view, his bollocks so large they looked they belonged more to a beast than a man.

  “Come my sweetlings,” Porca sighed. “Have a taste.�
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  Something about this was wrong. Yet, as Carma inhaled the sickly sweet scent of his shaft, that thought grew smaller like a candy in her mouth. She crawled to Porca’s feet along with Mia and began to hungrily lap at his throbbing cock. Porca moaned, easing back as the two priestesses slathered his shaft with their lips, slobbing over his massive balls with hunger. Oh but it was even sweeter than the candies! His thick, musky taste danced along their tongues and warmed their bodies. Brought them more eagerly to his cock.

  Porca moaned. “Yes. Yes. Good girls. Good… ah… girls. Just keep licking. Keep sucking. Oh… oh yes… it’s been so long… too… mnn… long…”

  Carma looked up at Porca. She watched without understanding as his face seemed to melt like chocolate in the hottest sun, his pink features molding into a new shape. His mouth grew wider, his nose pushing out into a flattened snout. Ears like a boar’s grew atop his head while he panted, wheezed, his cock throbbing under her hungry lips. “Yes… yes! I… I’m almost… hrrrr!”

  Porca groaned as he came, his cock fountaining with a sudden spray of thick, creamy seed. It splattered across the two women’s faces and chests. Immediately the pair began to lick it up, washing their mouths with this even more glorious taste of sweet, sweet cum.

  Porca gasped and smiled, his cock still rock hard. He beckoned. “Come my pretty little cow. Let’s get you nice and… fattened up.”

  Carma’s heart sang. “Mooore!” she moaned as she crawled onto his lap. She dangled her virginal slit above Porca’s cock and descended.

  “Ooooooh!” Carma moaned as her velvety depths swallowed the pig man’s shaft. “Mmmmnnnn!”

  Porca groaned as Carma began to bounce, frantically fucking herself atop him. Desperately trying to get more, more, more of his glorious cock inside her. To stretch her. To fill her. To flood her with ever more sweetness of his cum. She squealed and gasped, massaging her breasts as her hips slammed her cunt down on Porca’s massive cock. Mia wasn’t left out. The young priestess crawled between Porca’s legs, lapping at his dangling balls, luxuriating in the scent of his sweaty manhood.