Goddess of Pleasure
#1 of Dessarra's Darkness
Goddess of Pleasure
by Von Krieger
Kaylie was terrified. The half-elven catgirl sat awaiting entry into the inner sanctum of the most holy of temples in New Scythia. Even through the thick stone walls, she could hear the sounds of the grand city if she listened closely, feline ears were good for that.
It had been founded a relatively short century ago where the sea, jungle, and plains all met, each on a stage of the city founder's life as a mortal, and her metamorphosis from a mere catfolk kitten, into the grand goddess that Kaylie was here to see.
She was petrified, having never met her queen, her mistress, her goddess face to face before. Especially with bad news. She worriedly ran her hands over her fluffy tail, the touch of soft fur dissolving some of her tension.
Kaylie had begun life as a normal human, though such creatures in New Scythia were almost unheard of now. Almost all were visitors and traders, though many bore Dessarra's gifts, much as Kaylie herself did. She had been left plain by the standards of her people. A strikingly beautiful woman with brilliant blue-green eyes, silk raven black hair, skin like ebony. She had been gifted by Dessarra's priestesses, the Radiant Sisterhood, with the briefest of caresses from the goddess' power.
She had been given beautiful feline ears and a long fluffy tail, both covered with creamy tan-white fur. While she had been beautiful before, her additions made her look even more exotic and stunning. Unlike nearly all of Dessarra's children, Kaylie was still entirely female. While strange things happened often in New Scythia that gifted visitors on a small scale, being marked as a Scythian only occurred to the loyal followers of the goddess. Those whose tasks didn't include spy work that is.
Kaylie was a gatherer of information. She worked as an escort over the sea to the North, in Waterdeep. She was very good at what she did, and spent her time in the upper echelons of society. Whereas some cities were famous for their trades, be they of produce, metalwork, or brewery, New Scythia was rather unique. They were known for the trade of pleasure. Sexual pleasure.
Many sought to send their slaves and concubines to New Scythia to be taught the ways of how to truly pleasure another, be they of any gender or race. Having been taught the fine arts of sex from the Radiant Sisterhood, Kaylie was in popular demand not just for her beauty, but for her ability as well.
While many in her profession where somewhat ashamed of what they did, Kaylie found it a point of pride to be known with honor in the industry of pleasure back in Waterdeep, or she had until she was forced to flee.
A large city and a grand port, the sea wasn't the only thing that flowed rapidly in Waterdeep. Information too swept in and out with the tides. Each day bringing in new rumors and reports, while the old washed away, forgotten to all but a few.
The tides that had brought Kaylie scrambling to come here were those of war. There were those in Faerun who feared the gifts that Dessarra and hir followers gave to any who wished to acquire them. They believed that there was a dark side to all that was given freely, as true charity on such a scale was unheard of in the realms.
The half-elf had been gifted also with a plain golden ring that in reality was anything but. Tied to it had been a spell of teleportation, to be used only in the most needful of circumstances to bring the spy to New Scythia in an instant. Without it Kaylie would most certainly be meeting her goddess is a more ethereal, fleshless, decidedly dead form.
While the colonel had been a bit witless and prone to having a tongue easily loosened by alcohol, he had managed to gather what few wits he had when he realized just who it was he had let slip warning of invasion. Kaylie was thankful for the short span of the human mind, such short lived creatures tended to become comfortable around those they were around quite often.
A smile crept onto Kaylie's lips as she recalled just how often she visited the colonel. She would almost miss him, though it was for the best as she wasn't particularly fond of the idea of being impaled upon his sword.
The smile quickly faded as her required task crept into the forefront of her mind once more. The catgirl realized that she was biting her bottom lip nearly hard enough to draw blood, a habit she picked up in order to stop herself from nervously grooming her tail. But it didn't matter now, there were no silly humans around to stare at the strange display.
Purring softly she stood up for a moment, pulling her tail between her legs and held it close to her naked body. She hadn't even the time to get her clothes on before having to dodge a sudden skewering. No matter, clothes were optional in most districts of New Scythia. Felinoids, catfolk, and demi-felines of all sorts were within the city's walls, so Kaylie's actions would be considered far within the boundaries of normal events. Some might even offer to help if she groomed herself like this outside.
She loved her tail, delighted in the feeling of soft fur against her ebony skin, cherished the texture and scent as she ran her rough tongue over the creamy fur. It was much more calming then simple stroking, endlessly putting her hands end to end, pulling them down the last foot or so of length.
Kaylie only needed one hand to keep her tail in place, the other wandered absentmindedly. She began to caress her left breast, most of her self-pleasuring began in this way. That being the only time she felt comfortable exhibiting her feline urges, the start of full on masturbation was an ingrained habit.
"Enjoying yourself, little sister?" purred a voice in her mind. Kaylie yelped as Dessarra spoke to her. She blushed, her tail fluffing in embarrassment. She felt her goddess' amusement at her feelings.
"Don't be ashamed, little one. Enjoying the beautiful body the gods gifted you with is a wonderful and natural thing." the goddess purred. "Now, just close your eyes for a moment while I bring you here to speak with me."
Kaylie did as her mistress said, clenching her eyes shut tightly. "You can open them again." purred a voice from in front of her. Kaylie opened her eyes and gasped in awe as the beauty of the creature that stood before her.
Capable of altering the forms of other, Dessarra had long since been able to altering hir own, which shi had done many times over hir life. Able to take on any shape she desired, shi chose to stay true to that which shi had been born with, as well as the changes that had been forced upon hir by others.
Kaylie couldn't help herself, she had to have that beautiful form pressed up against her. Smiling, Dessarra patted the space on the huge silk topped mattress next to her, allowing the half-elf to snuggle up against her.
The catgirl purred, the feeling of velvety scales against her bare skin was almost intoxicating. She looked up in awe and reverence at Dessarra, attempting to burn every detail into her mind.
Kaylie knew Dessarra had been born as a simple catfolk kitten, but over the decades most of hir feline attributes had faded somewhat, consumed by others. Dessarra was in part dragon, in part abberation, and in part demon in addition to hir feline blood. What remained of hir original ancestry was visible only in hir ears and mane, the soft velvet texture of her scales a mixing of scales and fur.
Shi was perhaps forty feet from head to tailtip, hir body's layout influenced heavily by the demoness she had consumed. A Marilith, Kaylie believed the term was. A long, sinuous serpent below the waste, a humanoid torso with six arms above. While demons were frightening and fearsome, Dessarra gave off a sense of peace and calm. Though hir claws and fangs were formidable, shi had never once lashed out with them in anger, shi was a goddess of pleasure, not pain.
Hir body glimmered with green-red scales, outlined in gold, the colors dimmed and shifted as they grew closer to hir underbelly, turning silver with blue edges. Dessarra's long, serpentine tail was flanked by the ray-like wings common to several types of metallic dragon. They mirrored her shifting coloration, gold-red scales near the base fading into blue and silver, the membrane shifting from red, through purple, to a brilliant regal blue.
The dragon-goddess' tail ended with a long vertical fin, showing hir aquatic nature. Hir tailfin also sported the dual coloration, red and gold on the top, blue and silver on the bottom, the tip appearing as a radiant purple. The frilled crest that ran from hir head, following hir spine 3/4 of the way down hir tail was also colored the same as hir wings, as did the small fins that appeared on each of hir elbows.
The goddess reached down with a handpaws, stroking Kaylie's cheek lovingly, reaching back to scratch her behind the ear, a sensation that made Kaylie feel like she was about to melt with pleasure. Dessarra knew the intricacies of the feline form, even though hir large scales body showed little of the traits shi had been born with.
Most obvious were hir feline ears, large and triangular. Not at all like the membranous fans that most dragons had. Unlike the rest of hir scaled form, they sported fully grown fur, gold on the outside, white on the inside, with small black spots showing the cheetah-like pattern shi once had. Hir mane was much the same, soft fur encircling hir neck and shoulders, metallic gold, white, and black all mixed together.
Kaylie moaned loudly as her goddess leaned down, hir forker blue-black tongue snaking out to caress the much smaller half-elf's breast. Kaylie felt her twinges of fear returning. Dessarra could swallow her whole and still have room for lunch.
"I don't think I'll be eating you any time soon, little sister, there are more pleasant ways of getting you into my body." the dragoness said with a smile and another lick.
Purring, Kaylie hugged the dragoness tightly, hands finding the silky softness of Dessarra's long, radiant purple hair, one of the few humanoid traits shi exhibited. "So, little one, you have information of a serious nature?" Dessarra purred. The pleased rumbling sound seemed to penetrate Kaylie's body to the very core, her mistress' pleasure with her expressing itself in a near orgasmic shiver that coursed through the cat-girl's body.
"Y-yes Mistress," Kaylie stuttered, "G-g-general..."
She got no further then that, finding a taloned fingers pressed against hir lips.
"Sssssh, Kaylie. Think of what you know." spoke Dessarra in the half-elf's mind.
Kaylie did just that, replaying the entire scene in her mind. She felt soft, tickling touches as the goddess read her mind, relaying what had happened far more throughly then words could ever express. Kaylie had the feeling that Dessarra was looking over more then just the incident she had come to report.
Both cat-girl and goddess were silent for a moment, Dessarra thinking over what shi had learned, and Kaylie fearing the dragoness' displeased reaction. With a dismissive snort, Dessarra shifted hirself onto hir back, leaning back on a pile of pillows that would serve as luxuriously sized beds to smaller creatures. Shi picked Kaylie up with a number of tentacles, manifestations of hir aberrant side, though the six tentacles were the only physically visible aspect to most.
"So, it seems that you are no longer suitable to perform the task your elder sisters have assigned you." the goddess said softly, hir pure orange eyes, like liquid gold mixed with fiery magma, completely unreadable to Kaylie.
The cat-girl nodded, reverence and awe quickly fleeing, replaced by fear. "Y-y-yes, Mistress. They know I'm a spy." she said, the words catching in her throat, resulting in them being spoken in a near squeak.
"And even if we did alter your appearance..." the very thought of being changed from this form made Kaylie wince. She loved her body, the feline additions enhanced her natural beauty, she looked perfect, she felt perfect. She couldn't imagine being made to look like someone else.
"...it would take years for you to work your way back up and work out a new web of contacts. And even then the techniques you employ might be so recognizible as to give you away." Dessarra said, thinking aloud, not noticing the relieved sigh that came from Kaylie.
"So that means a new role is needed for you, my sweet kitten." the dragoness purred, gently petting Kaylie, the cat-elf gasping softly at her goddess' touch. The slightest caress sent waves of pleasure through her body.
"You love giving pleasure, don't you?" the goddess cooed, gently sliding a clawtip into Kaylie's hot, wet sex. The half-elf could only moan in reply, pressing back against Dessarra's touch, trying to draw the claw in deeper.
The dragoness smiled, "And receiving it as well." she said with a grin, "I have just the place for you."
Kaylie's eyes widened, mouth opening in protest, but before she could speak, Dessarra did. "Ssssh, little one, I'm not sending you to the pleasure houses. You cannot think of a task that you can serve me in performing, your primary drive being to aid your goddess' desires and ambitions. You wish to keep the gifts I gave you when you first devoted yourself to me, and you may. But I'm going to give you so many more wonderful gifts. You love to serve your goddess, and you love to partake in pleasure, so you shall do both, my new priestess."
"Thank you Mistress." Kaylie managed to gasp through the haze of pleasure that was beginning to build up inside of her, far more powerful then anything any mortal creature could instill in her.
"No my kitten, thank YOU!" Dessarra rumbled, leaning down and drawing hir tongue down hir priestess' body. Kaylie went rigid, orgasmic sensations rocketing through her body and spirit. The dragoness' saliva left a soft tingling sensation behind, penetrating deep into her body, adapting Kaylie for her new life as a disciple of Dessarra.
The tongue slipped lower, working in gentle circles over Kaylie's tummy, the goddess' power changing the cat-girl's womb for the tasks that she would perform in worship of hir. Dessarra slowly pulled hir talon from Kaylie's sex, pausing to lap the sweet juices from it before pressing the tip into the half-elf's eager snatch.
Kaylie's world went white, unable to see, hear, or even think. All she new was pleasure. She was nothing more then her sex, hot, wet, pleasured. She felt so perfect, so complete. Then the white-hot sensations of climax went even further, pleasure Kaylie couldn't even begin to describe. Then it was gone, the sensation she felt being nothing more then those of mundane climax. But the brief contact with purest sexual pleasure only heightened the experience.
Kaylie knew what was possible, but she had lost herself in the throes of grandest pleasure. This she could understand and comprehend and retain herself, able to feel the sensations of the bed beneath her, the soft velvet of her Mistress' scales, the warmth of Dessarr'as tongue, the hot stickiness slowly spreading over her belly.
Hir belly. Shi no longer had to hide amongst the lesser races of the world, shi was now truly marked as one of Dessarra's Children, male and female in one. Shi purred happily at the sight of the thick black length between hir legs.
Shi continued to purr as hir body once again returned to hir control, no longer clenched tight with orgasm. Shi dipped a finger in hir seed, delighting at how the creamy whiteness stood out on hir dark skin. Shi brought it to hir mouth, licking hir finger clean of hir first climax as a male.
A shiver ran through hir body as Dessarra's tongue traced over hir belly, curling around hir cock for a brief moment, the goddess cleaning hir off.
"You are truly my child now." Dessarra purred. "You bear the gift I grant to all who serve me. You have been blessed with the powers I grant my most faithful worshipers. Now little one, I send you to learn of those powers, to experience them, to learn of what wonders you can accomplish in the world in your service to me. Go, beloved kitten, and bring pleasure to the world."
As the room and the sight of the goddess began to fade around hir, the new priestess smiled. "Thank you, Mistress, I shall."