The Lady’s Hand (A Dickings & Dalliances Adventure) - (Closed Except By Invitation)

[Nouh_Bdee]

Cline raised his eyebrows in shock before shaking his head. "No, you're not unpleasant, Champion." He stepped over some rubble, wringing his hands. "This...task, it's...well, unpleasant definitely isn't the right word." He led Arx into a room that had been mostly cleared, with only a padded bench in the center with a low stool between it and a short, sturdy table. Another table lined the near wall. "It's just...an adjustment for me. Understand? I dedicated my life to the goddess Yendalaritz, who now I find out never even really existed, except she does. We were just wrong about her. So wrong." He reached down and picked up a metal contraption with what looked like a needle and a set of clamps above a short handle. "Things I thought were true are false. Things I thought were wrong...aren't. My faith is strong, but my spirit...it hasn't found its sea legs yet."

He gestured to the bench. "Go ahead and..." He gulped. "...undress...and lie down, please." He plucked a small box off the far table.

 

[Poprockz]

She let out a breath. So that's what it was- he was having trouble adjusting from worshiping the Goddess of purity and light to worshipping the goddess of fucking and sluttiness. That was fair. It would be like her suddenly worshipping a chaste God and giving up sex altogether. What a horrific thought. The uncertainty about him brought about some sympathy from the changeling, figuring that maybe she had been a bit too confrontational with the sensitive priest.

Dropping her pack and leaning it against the wall, she untied the strings and ribbons on her dress, letting it finally fall to the ground in a pool of fine fabric. She hadn't bothered putting on any underwear, so she didn't need any further action to undress. Her bare skin was exposed for him, possibly the first woman he had ever seen naked. Arx walked over to the table and laid down, though she turned her head to him and said, "what is the needle for? I need to know so I'm not taken off guard and ending up kicking you in unfortunate places."

 

[justspitballing]

"Well, with that said I will take that Wind Axe and the silver of my armor. I trust that both will take at most a week, as you did suggest," Sprite said.

She paid for the services and unbuckled the skirt of her armor. It was only the blades of the armor that needed the silver after all. With the skirt removed her firm butt, buttplug and all, was on display, but her confidence had grown in her adventures. Now she was an exhibitionistic that was happy to take part in her delights, so long as she was respected.

"I have a spare skirt at home, but it is a bit of a fly. You don't have one I can borrow do you? I really do need to learn how to plan better ahead," Sprite smiled and winked.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

For a moment, Cline doesn’t respond. He sits on the stool, back ram-rod straight, eyes closed, deep and calming breaths making his chest rise and fall. Finally, he looks Arx in the eyes, and his twitch with the effort of not looking lower.

“They’re, um, the, uh, they’re for, the, er, the, p-piercings.”

After another deep breath, he pulls a piece of jewelry out of the box and carefully lines the needle up with Arx’s nipple, pinching it just as he’d seen in his vision of this moment. With a squeeze and a pinch, the needle plunges through the soft skin, and the platinum bar slides through. Cline quickly screws on two deep red gems, and then lays the flat of his palm on her breast, pressing lightly as warm, silvery energy suffuses her supple titflesh with pleasurable heat.

“Did that…feel…did it hurt?”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Vindra waves the young man from earlier away to grab a leather skirt, and sets Sprite’s bladed skirt on the counter.

She’s about to speak, then she has an idea. “You know?” she says, pointing to Chasen. “I may have something you’d be interested in. A nobleman commissioned a club, which I made and had enchanted to his exacting specifications.” A bit of annoyance creeps into Vindra’s voice. “Then, he claimed that that wasn’t what he’d wanted and stiffed me on the bill, so I’ll offer this at a pretty steep discount. It’s enchanted to teleport the bludgeonee ten feet away unless they can resist. Other than that it’s a fairly basic steel-plated club. I’ll give it to you for 250.”

 

[Poprockz]

There wasn't enough time for her to process what he meant before he was lining up the needle with her tit and following through. She sucked in a breath and hissed through her teeth, the piercing having stung like a son-of-a-bitch!

It took immeasurable restraint not to punch him in the face, her startled fury only being restrained by the fact that he was essentially an innocent. A nipple piercing? Laritz, that son of a bitch. He had cut off their dream, making her think that the painful thing they mentioned would be waived on account of the sand. Next time... she was going to get that asshole good.

She simply responded, "you try getting your nipple pierced - it hurts." A breath was taken before she added, "thanks for healing me though, that helps."

It occurred to her that the Gods had spoken to him, the man seeming to know more than the general clergy. Had they revealed their true selves to him?

"How much... do you know?" she asked, giving him a knowing look.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

As the energy from Cline’s hands fades, the gems in the piercing take on a supernatural glow. He puts down the next piece and takes on a contemplative expression.

“Know? Not much. I awoke this morning from a vision. It was a vision of this moment, of me doing this, giving you these holy gifts while you lay there with the…without any, um, clothes on.”

He picked up the other piece and lined it up. “I knew it was from Yenda; I just knew it. Even the knowledge of who to obtain the pieces from, of when to find you in the temple, all of it just popped into my head.”

A pinch, a squeeze, and he was screwing the second set of gems—a bright blue—onto the second silver bar. Another surge of divine magic, and the sharp pain was replaced by pleasure as the blue gemstones took on an ethereal glow.

“I had a second vision, too.” He seems troubled by the thought.

 

[Poprockz]

"Hm..." So he didn't know much. All he knew was that the benevolent Goddess of waiting for her husband had deemed him suitable for her impromptu piercing session. "What was in your second vision?"

Wait... did he have an erection right now?

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The cleric knew where the third piercing would go, so he took a moment to steel himself, to close his eyes and breathe deeply, but the bulge underneath his robes betrayed him, even though it did not—as he’d been taught his whole life—betray his goddess. Maybe talking would distract him?

“It was of a statue, to replace the one that was destroyed.”

His hand slid over her hip to grip and lift her clitoral hood, though he had no idea what the body part was called and had never laid eyes on one before his divine vision. He squeezed it, mentally marvelling at its unique texture. His erection stiffened further.

“A proper statue of Yenda, as she is, not as we were taught. She will be…very different.”

Another pinch, another palming of the pained area, and Yenda’s light seeps into her clit, coalescing into a glowing white stone set on a platinum ring stuck through her hood.

“It was…troubling.”

 

[Poprockz]

She might have been aroused by him touching her if she wasn’t horrified by what he was about to do. If she thought she was using self-restraint before, she was wrong. It took everything in her not to smack him and run away, so she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for his healing hand to take the imminent pain away.

Once it was done, she sighed and looked at him up and down. He was fairly handsome…

She sat up and scooted so that her legs dangled over the edge of the table and leaned forward.

“Did you like it? Did you look upon your goddess and want to hold her in your arms, to show her all the sweet affection she can never get from her husband? Did she look like this?” And with that, she changed into the Goddess’s form, albeit human-sized and not visibly pregnant.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The cleric looked properly scandalized. “I would never presume to take Draager’s place!” Oh looks incredulous, then his expression softens. “Ah, you tease, Champion. I suppose we deserve it, an order with so many misconceptions about their own deity.”

He looks her body up and down. “It comforts me to see the same face I saw in my vision and have proof you’ve lain eyes on her.” He looks at her belly. “But the Yenda in the statue was in rather a different state.”

He smiles, then grimaces, standing up and averting his eyes. “You can, uh, feel free to get dressed at your, uh, convenience.”

 

[Poprockz]

She made no move to dress, but she did slide off the table and saunter toward him. “Was she pregnant?” Arx continued to advance on him, her eyes looking at him like a cat would a mouse.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Cline looked her in the eyes, wide-eyed and open mouthed, like he’d thought he might be going crazy until he found out Arx saw the same thing. “Yes! But how!? How could she be with child!?”

 

[Poprockz]

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret, because I think Yenda chose you specifically for a reason. Yenda actually isn’t married. Her husband doesn’t exist anymore, and she’s lonely now.. very, very lonely.” Arx walked to him in a way that said that if he didn’t back up, she was going to walk right into him with all her naked glory.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

One of Cline’s feet slid back, soft leather shuffling across the stone floor. The other didn’t move.

“Then perhaps that was one thing we got right. One of the things the Order worships about her is her strength in her loneliness.”

His face scrunches up. “But what about Draager?”

 

[Poprockz]

“What about him? He’s gone, so there’s no one to hold her, to love her, to touch her…” Arx continued moving, lifting her hand and reaching out with the intention of running her hand down his chest.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Cline seems so preoccupied with the theological implications of what Arx is saying that he doesn’t notice her hand until it’s sliding down his body. What had been about to come out as a loud, confused question instead comes out as a choked whisper.

“But wh—who is she waiting for, then?”

 

[Poprockz]

Her hand didn't stop, rotating so that her fingers were positioned downward when she finally got to the bulge in his robes. Arx massaged it gently, cupping it with a tender pressure. Her eyes were now a mixture of flirty and amused.

"She's waiting for whoever is willing to give her a child. She is the expectant."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

His brain seems to be firmly on the fritz. “Th…I…Champion?…Wh…That…I…” He finally closes his eyes and hums. It’s unclear if the hum is a prayer of some sort or if he’s just become incapable of even fractured speech. His cock is responding quite eagerly, however, the tent in his robes less and less proper by the second.

 

[Poprockz]

"I think you're lying to me-- I think you wanted to touch her. Surely you noticed how round and full her ass was, how large and bountiful her breasts were. I think you wanted to feel the divine Goddess's lips on your cock, lavishing you with divine favor. Her fingers started to move, each finger pulling his robe up a bit more each time and gathering the fabric in her hand. The hem of his robes were moving upward at her behest and she showed no signs of stopping.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

He doesn’t notice what Arx’s hands are doing, his eyes darting from corner to corner of his vision. “Did I?” he asks himself. “Am I so far gone?” His voice has become hollow, strained. “Does this change in our order that plagues my mind come so easily to my flesh?”

 

[Poprockz]

Poor guy, he was probably having a lot of internal conflict about now. Maybe he needed to let off some steam.

“Pleasures of the flesh are natural. Yenda loves you- she would want you to love her too. She would want you to stroke yourself to her image, to call out her name when you cum. That is the greatest form of worship you could give her!” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to comfort him or what, but he was certainly fun to play with.

His robe was now completely pulled up, a wicked grin coming to her face when she noticed that the priest wasn’t wearing any undergarments. Of course he wasn’t-who would have pulled up his robe to look?

Arx put her hand on his inner thigh, rubbing it sensually while not yet touching his cock. Her other hand held up his robes, making sure she had access to his divine wand.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The cleric’s eyes were like dinner plates. “Rub mys-self!? I…” A sharp intake of breath through his nose. He stilled. “That’s truly what our goddess wishes?” It was an open, honest question. The man was looking for guidance.

 

[Poprockz]

“Yes… it would please her beyond words if you kept an altar, or a totem, or even a drawing of her in your room. She would want you to think of her love and stroke yourself until you can give her an offering.” Arx’s hand slowly crept up his thigh until she found it-the man’s rock-hard shaft. She gripped it ever-so-gently and started lazily stroking it almost agonizingly slow. Her lips went to his neck and she kissed him affectionately.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Cline’s eyes closed, and he moaned, arching his back. Part of him wanted to give in, a smoldering, sputtering part, but the flame was growing. Still, he stepped back, his cock slipping from Arx’s grip.

“This…is this worship? Or indulgence?”