Descension of a Goddess Ch. 01 (Preview)

Snaking through the bustling crowds of people, Erika concealed herself in a hooded cloak to avoid her pursuers. Having been forced to ditch her royal clothing to better blend in with the population, she wore simple commoner attire underneath her cloak; it reeked and was nowhere near the quality of fabric she was used to, but it was for survival. The fall of the capital city of Eperius was the final nail in the coffin of the Imperium. After almost a thousand years of rule, it all ended because of one dragonlord’s thirst for revenge from the lands of Daeydra to the West across the Sandrian Sea.

During the early days of the war, Erika thought that an invasion of her country was a near-impossible task. She and her colleagues grossly underestimated their enemy’s resolve. The war eventually dragged to a standstill, with either side failing to progress on all fronts. But everything changed with the betrayal of Lord Venitia of the Southern Coast Lands.

Since then, it has been almost five long years of bloody war across the continent of Ulrud: the lands where the heart of the Imperium was situated. The Dragonlords of the West burned the western coastal cities to cinder on their dragons. With their legions of well-seasoned war veterans from previous years of conquest and civil war, they drove deep within Imperium territory, leaving nothing but bones and ash to all those who dared to stand in their way.

Now, with the capital city burning, what remained of the Imperium’s leadership and its loyal citizens fled east to what little territory the empire still had.

And Erika was now one of the many people who fled the Dragonlord’s scourge. She felt so disgraced with herself that she resorted to fleeing like a coward. Unlike the commoners around her, she was a Godkin, a descendent of the great holy deity, Aris, the goddess of all creation.

Unlike the other Godkins who were considered demigods due to their mixed heritage, Erika was of pure blood, granting her the highest of prestige and nobility. She was known as the Goddess of Order and renowned for her elegance and beauty. She had cultivated a sizable following with her long, graceful golden hair and matching gold eyes, her serene fair skin, perfect curvaceous, and statuesque stature. People, highborn, and commoners alike praised her for Erika’s omnipotence. However, some in the Imperium would say people only liked her for her alluring form.

Her heart raced in a panic as she hastily made her way to the docks of Kalos. The city has since surrendered to her adversaries, but she needed to escape there as quickly as possible. But as she walked, her route to the docks was blocked by crowds of civilians gathering around one of the city's main plazas. Erika was forced to stop as she saw how it was too crowded even to get past.

“Ugh, these filthy commoners…” Erika muttered to herself in disgust. Although she was acclaimed for her benevolent personality, in reality, she looked down upon anyone less than a Godkin. She thought normal humans were dirty and inferior to her. The only thing she liked about them was the many gifts they brought to her temples across the Imperium, but other than that they were lazy, good-for-nothing bumpkins.

Snarling in annoyance, Erika stood on her toes to see what the fuss was about. To her dismay, her golden eyes widened to see Daeydran legionaries formed on a large wooden platform. And with them stood lines of people chained to their hands and ankles. Taking a closer look at the people in chains, Erika grew anxious to discover that some of them were her fellow Godkin.

They were in various forms of injury. A few of them were just bloodies and bruised, while some had worse. Brought to their knees, the legionaries displayed them to the crowds of commoners. Erika was outraged observing them roar and cry out in praise.

“OFF WITH THEM!”

“RID US OF THESE ARROGANT BASTARDS!”

“These traitorous filth!” Erika hissed. “After everything we’ve done for them, they just turn their backs on us?!” the goddess cursed everyone in her proximity, wishing them to be sent to the mines of Callos.

Erika was in despair seeing her fellow Godkin in such a precarious situation. It was degrading and pitiful what their order had been whittled down to. A once great imperious race is now on a downward trajectory.

With several legionaries stepping forward, Erika’s attention was drawn to a notable woman adorned with a black and white armored dress wielding an absurdly sizable scythe. The Goddess of Order trembled to realize that it was one of the lieutenants and cousin to Marcellus Tytus, the reigning sovereign of Daeydra; the dragonlord who started this bloody war in the first place.

Erika wanted to do something. She wanted to fight back against her new oppressors. However, given her weakened state from a previous battle in which she barely managed to escape, her powers and abilities were seriously diminished.

Raising her scythe, the lieutenant lurked behind the prisoners. Then, with one fell swoop, she briskly swung her weapon, making almost no sound. A brief silence fell upon the crowd as she gleefully pranced away. As if on cue, each of the kneeled Godkin’s heads fell off their bodies and toppled onto the wood platform.

An audible gasp escaped the goddess’s lips as the crowd broke into a thunderous cheer. They were rejoiced to see their former rulers executed. Erika never felt more betrayed than ever. To think that these people used to worship them! She balled up her fists, fighting back the urge to bring order to these peasants, however, this was not the time and she was in no position to do so.

Knowing that she couldn’t stay here any longer, Erika tucked her hood down and quickly navigated her way through the crowd. Gauging the current public opinion of the Godkin from the locals, she kept her identity as hidden as possible, tucking her head of golden hair away from the commoners around her.  Although not many had the opportunity to see Erika in the flesh, she had enough shrines and statues of her likeness scattered across the land to make her somewhat recognizable.

As Erika shuffled her way out, the crowd's density only seemed to increase. It was as if more and more people came pouring in to witness the spectacle behind her. “Tsk, out of the way!” Erika hissed and she got pushed and shoved around.

“Oi! Watch it woman!” a peasant shouted as the goddess bumped into him.

“How dare you speak to me like that, commoner!” Erika reflexively spat. The peasant arched his bushy brow angrily.

“What the hell? Who do you think you are, lady?!” the peasant squinted into the hood of her cloak trying to identify his antagonizer. Erika gasped realizing she was attracting unwanted attention.

Shielding her face with her hood, the commoner continued to identify her. Feeling a sudden grasp on her arm, a livid expression formed on Erika’s face. “Unhand me, you peasant!” she shouted rather loudly. With imposing strength she shoved the man away from her, causing him to stagger back into the people directly behind him.

Even in her weakened state, Erika still possessed considerable power compared to the average human. However, the commotion drew the attention of her immediate surroundings. The goddess grew more anxious as the commoners around her became curious about what was going on. It felt like the world was collapsing on her as more and more heads turned to face her.

The tension in the air only grew as Erika noticed the legionaries on the platform taking notice of the disturbance in the crowd in the corner of her eye. Returning her attention to the peasant she thrust away, she discerned a confused and fearful look on his face.

Before he could get up, Erika ducked down and forcibly snaked her way from the populated plaza. The longer she stayed there, the more suspicious she would appear to the people whom she once called constituents and to the new coats in charge.

Finally breaking free from the crowd, Erika dashed to her original destination before she got sidetracked again. She just had to make as much distance between her and the mess she had unintentionally caused, and as soon as possible. A part of her felt foolish for reacting so brashly. Erika should have known better than to act like that amongst the common people, however, she simply couldn’t help it. They were inferior to her!

As she ran, she was met by patrols of legionaries wandering about in the streets. They stood in between her and the docks. Bringing her running to a stop, Erika calmly shuffled her past the armored occupiers. She kept her eyes straight and tucked her golden locks deep with her hood.

The sneaking goddess couldn’t help but feel their eyes scrutinizing her through their helmets. If they were to find out who she was, it would mean the end of her. Thankfully, enough people were walking around that she blended in with them, enabling her to stride past her adversaries with relative ease.

Finally arriving at the docks, Erika observed the many workers loading and unloading cargo. Again, more legionaries were present, and supervising these transactions. Erika let out a snarl of annoyance. Her plan involved sneaking into one of the few administrative buildings around the port and bribing one of the sailors to stow her away across the Aeona Sea. The gold coins she had should be enough, but if it wasn’t, she had her royal jewelry to barter with. It pained her to ponder giving away such sacred ornaments, especially to such low lives, but Erika was willing to do anything to extract herself from her current predicament.

Waiting until sundown, Erika made her move. With the legionary patrols eased, she carefully snuck toward one of the larger administrative buildings. She had to be very careful who she attempted to bribe since the loyalty of the locals obviously wasn’t in her favor anymore. But she was sure that enough money could buy anyone out.

Since the administrative buildings in the port doubled as a storage structure, Erika managed to sneak inside using one of the large open entryways without anyone noticing her presence. She sneakily skipped from crate to crate, avoiding the night shift workers.

The person she was looking for was either the ship captain or the local sea baron. Ideally the former since ship captains were always more agreeable. Venturing deeper into the building, Erika found herself in a hallway. It was dark, lit by only a few dim lanterns stretching down the hall.

The sneaking goddess carefully strode onward, searching for the administrative chamber. Usually, the person in charge of the operations here would be inside. Spotting a wooden plack nearby reading, ‘administration’, Erika let out a silent cheer. One step closer to her great escape. She allowed a small smirk at her brief victory. She could almost feel the sweet savory taste of freedom.

With the door already cracked, Erika saw a faint warm light beaming through. Stepping forward, she peeked inside to see a man sitting behind a desk counting coins. A look of disappointment fell on her face discovering that the man was more well-dressed, which meant she would be dealing with the sea baron rather than the captain. They also had more money, so bartering might enter this unfortunate equation.

Erika shook her head in annoyance. Barons tended to be more strict and unwilling to accept bribes, and even if they willingly received stowaways, they usually would try to extort them for more money like the greedy bastards they were.

However, Erika was fortunate enough to carry enough coin and valuables to bribe almost anyone, even if the baron had flipped sides. She was sure that she could buy him out. Squinting her golden eyes, she scrutinized the man to get a better measure of him.

He was an older man and wasn’t very attractive by any measure, with his plump cheeks and wide gullet. Erika could tell that he was very well off. The goddess noted his neatly groomed thin aristocratic mustache. His receding hairline was complimented by slicked-back jet-black hair adorned with sprinkles of white hair littered around. She could discern a familiar greedy glint his his brown eyes, common amongst people like him as he counted his coins.

Composing herself, Erika slowly opened the door and slipped inside.

Hearing his door creak shut, the baron confusingly glanced up from his duties to see a cloaked stranger standing on the other side of his chamber. “What the? Hey, who allowed you in here?” the aristocratic merchant spoke. “Are you here looking for a job? We’re not hiring as of now. So you best be out of my sight before I call the guards.”

Erika annoyingly ground her teeth. How dare such a man speak to her like this! But she held her tongue not wanting to provoke the plump bastard. “Apologies, sir…” Erika began, it pained her to speak in such a demeaning manner. Normally, the likes of him would beg for an audience with her, now she had to play the timid escapee. “I wish to seek safe passage to the east…”

Upon hearing the stranger's surprisingly heavenly voice, the baron arched his brow curiously and twirled his mustache. He had expected that this was just some random bum. Normally he would simply reject the offer, but strangely enough, he wanted to see the person under the hood.

“Oh? And why should I do that? Under Imperial decree, it’s unlawful to transport stowaways on trade ships. I can get into serious trouble if I were to get caught,” the baron said, leaning back into his chair.

“With all due respect, sir, the Imperium is gone. Its laws have no more jurisdiction around these lands,” Erika calmly replied. The baron squinted and showed an impressed smirk.

“Hm, a sharp one, are you?” he chuckled.

“I’m not asking for much… Just safe passage. I have the coin to pay you.”

“Heh, even if I did accept your little offer, I’m certain whatever you have on you won’t be enough,” the merchant snickered, rubbing his rotund belly. But upon hearing a heavy sack fall onto his desk, he immediately sat up in surprise.

“Oh, I have more than enough, sir,” Erika affirmingly declared, hiding a small grin.

Reaching forward, the greedy man loosened the knot of the sock and opened it. His beady brown eyes widened with delight seeing pristine, imperial-minted golden coins brimming inside. He was at a loss for words. Eagerly digging his pudgy fingers inside the sack, he took one of the coins and closely inspected it to see if these were the real thing.

Although the Imperium was for the most part liquidated, gold was gold. The currency would be eligible anywhere you went. “Hmm, these appear to be the real thing… You didn’t steal these, have you?” the baron cautiously inquired.

Erika braced her hand on her hip. “Does that really matter?” she simply replied. “It’s money.”

Slipping the coin held back into the sack, the baron slowly rubbed his chin. He grew suspicious of who stood before him. The coins presented to him were too perfect. Almost like they were never meant to be spent. Of all his years in the lucrative business of sea trade, he was quite familiar with all types of currencies.

“Hmm, may I ask who you are, girl?” he spoke. “Because you are either a fool or naive to present me such fine gold. Here you are, a woman, alone and asking for safe passage. You are likely nobility, yes?”

Erika’s mouth fell agape. She hadn’t expected the man to be this keen. She couldn’t ever take into account that whoever she was going to bribe. She was under the impression that they could care less with the amount of gold she offered.

“That amount of gold should be enough so you don’t have to ask any questions, yes? That should be three times the rate,” the goddess objected, avoiding answering his question.

The greedy man held a devious grin. “I suppose it is… but, as of late, there has been an influx in the business of smuggling people. Heh, that means I’m gonna need more than this!” He wasn’t entirely lying his ass off. With the recent events of the world, there have been more people seeking passage out east. But he had a hunch that this stranger had more money lining her pockets.

“Huh?! You can’t be serious! This is way more than any commoner could pay!” The baron grinned knowingly. He recognized nobility when he heard it.

“Oh oh, but you are no commoner, you are nobility!” the greedy bastard declared confidently. “The minted coins and the way you utter ‘commoner’ reeks of royalty!”

Erika anxiously clenched her fists. There was no way she was going to try and barter her jewelry now, it would be a dead giveaway about her identity. However, upon sizing up the rotund baron again, the goddess deduced he was simply all bark and no bite. Even in her weakened state, she was sure that she could rough him up a bit. Perhaps even revealing her godly presence would force him to yield before her. Erika smirked confidently, she might be able to get out of this without spending a single valuable.

Stepping toward the desk, Erika swiftly reached forward and grabbed the merchant by the collar of his fancy tunic. Lifting him into the air, she dragged him over his desk causing coins and other objects to tumble around and fall. Although she processed godly strength, she winced uncomfortably. The sea baron was a heavy man, and given her sapped condition, Erika struggled to maintain a stern demeanor.

The baron gasped and trembled as he was forcibly elevated into the air by the stranger. “How could this woman be so strong??” he urgently thought to himself.

Tossing her hood off of her head, the goddess revealed her elegant mane of golden blonde hair. “Now listen here, merchant. You will give me safe passage east. Or so help me,” she spoke sternly. He gazed upon her empyrean golden eyes and alluring facial features. Her identity was unmistakable.

“W-what?! Yo- you are Erika! Th- the Goddess of Order!” the chubby man gasped in shock. Never in his life, he would have thought that he would be in the presence of such a divine being and, nonetheless, be manhandled by one!

“Hmm, you’re a sharp one,” the goddess mockingly replied.

“Augh! Wait! Let’s not be brash! We can work something out!” the merchant uttered desperately. “If I had known it was you from the beginning, I would have gladly accepted your proposition! Argh!” The baron huffed and puffed feeling his heavy weight bearing down on him. “Just put me down and we can talk, yeah?? Please!”

Erika smirked victoriously. She had him right where she wanted. “Tsk, you’re lucky I’m feeling awfully generous tonight. Let’s start from the beginning, shall we? I expect you to be more cordial with me, merchant,” Erika hissed.

Releasing his collar, the sea baron fell onto the wooden floor, making an audible rumble. The rotund man slowly picked himself up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His back ached from the impact, but he managed to somewhat compose his wits. Leaning back against the desk, he gathered himself.

“I apologize for my behavior, Your Radiance…” he began.

“That’s more like it,” Erika muttered.

“If I may start from the beginning once more… My name is Staffan Blythe, it is truly a pleasure to be in your presence, Your Grace…”

“I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you too …Staffan, but considering our previous encounter, your impudence has left a bad taste on my tongue.” Staffan bowed his head in reverence; she certainly didn’t seem like people made her to be. “Would you mind pulling me a seat?” Erika added, her voice weakened.

Staffan arched his brow but did what he was commanded out of fear of retaliation from his goddess. Settling herself down, Erika crossed her legs and uncomfortably rubbed her forehead. She was taken aback by how drained she truly was. It turned out that picking up this man took more out of her than she expected. Best act as if nothing was awry, though.

“So, Staffan,” the blonde goddess started, trying to maintain a composed voice. “You will take me to Emberlyn. Preferably tonight,” she declared.

“Tonight? But Your Grace I-,” the Staffan tried to say.

“No ‘buts’. This is a command by your divine eminence,” Erika sternly stated, sighing. “Ugh… fetch me some water. Your goddess is thirsty.” The baron obediently nodded and retrieved a pitcher of water. He knew the Godkins were arrogant, but he didn’t expect the Goddess of Order to be so autocratic and snobby.

As Erika rested on her chair, Staffan moved to make the arrangements for her transportation. However, as he did, he began to contemplate why she was in his chamber. With her divine powers, she surely wouldn’t need to stow away on a ship to the east. It was as if she was desperate. And given her choice of attire, she was clearly trying to hide. Furthermore, Staffan grew more aware of her current state of well-being. He could tell that she was struggling to keep her composure: with her labored breaths and wincing facial expressions. Everything was beginning to be more clear to the greedy man.

Although he experienced her divine strength firsthand, Staffan was willing to bet that doing so took a lot out of her. The baron’s anxiousness about her supreme power waned the more he carefully observed her. Erika appeared tired, drained even. Perhaps his precarious position in all this wasn’t as it seemed.

As greedy as Staffan was, he was also a womanizer. His hungry eyes naturally began to sneak lecherous glances at Erika. He licked his lips deviously finding himself wanting to see what she looked like under all those commoner garments, despite her nobility. He always admired her statues whenever he came across them. But Staffan had often wondered if her depictions reflected what she looked like in person. Now that he saw Erika in person, he was delighted to know that it was, and then some!

What he would do to get himself some of that divine ass. Such lewd thoughts would get him executed. However, with the current circumstances of the world, perhaps he could make his fantasies a reality without the vigilant watch of the Imperium; the powers at be had shifted, and now the feisty goddess was within his reach, in his office seeking his greedy hand for help. Staffan got a feeling that he could take advantage of the goddess before him. As he turned away from Erika to grab some paperwork, a sinister grin formed on his face. If he was very careful not to spook the goddess, he had a particular item that could make his dreams into reality. He could put this woman where she belongs.

“Your Grace, you don’t mind if I escort you to somewhere more… secluded? Some of my subordinates may walk in here at any moment. I’m sure you don’t want commoners aware of your presence,” Staffan spoke. Erika suspiciously squinted at the chubby man. In any other case, she would question his motives, but she couldn’t help but agree with his assessment. Knowledge of her presence would be dangerous for her.

“Right, uh, just wait outside the hall for me,” Erika ordered. Staffan slowly nodded and proceeded out of the chamber.

Leaving the door cracked open enough, he carefully watched as Erika unassumingly sat there. He wondered why she wasn’t moving. The baron then noticed her grabbing at her forehead and uncomfortably clenching her side. Then, with a labored exhale, she slowly sat up from the chair. Her struggle was apparent as she leaned over the desk for support.

Staffan couldn’t help but contain a devious smile. With Erika seemingly sapped of her strength, her senses, and reflexes had to be hindered enough for the baron to deploy his secret weapon…

Led into a more secluded area of the building, Erika found herself in what appeared to be a small storage room. “Apologies, Your Grace, this is the most private room in the building. You’ll be waiting here for the time being while I get a ship ready for your transportation.” Erika just tilted her head in acknowledgment as she settled down on a small wooden crate.

“If you don’t mind, Your Grace, I’ll be taking a short leave to make some arrangements,” Staffan added. Erika just shrugged and crossed her legs. With a short nod, Staffan saw himself out of the room, hiding a wide smile.

Erika waited for what felt like hours. She felt drained and needed some rest, however, she didn’t want to risk getting caught off guard. For all she knew, Staffan might be reporting her presence to the local legionaries. However, she got a good measure that her divine eminence steered the baron into obeying her. She should have known better…

Hearing the door to the secluded room creek open, Erika quickly sat up into a defensive position, drawing what little divine essence she had to defend herself. But oddly enough, to her relief, it was just Staffan.

“Apologies for the long wait, Your Grace,” the rotund merchant spoke as she stepped toward the center of the room to Erika. “I had to gather a crew for the ship we will be taking to Emberlyn. But everything should be ready as of now”

“We?” Erika quizically replied.

“Erh, yes, we… I just thought that I should be there to oversee your journey.”

Erika let out a pompous chuckle. “With all due respect, Staffan, I won’t be needing your services anymore. Just point me in the right direction and I’ll be on my way.” Staffan maintained a steady smile. The woman was really getting on his nerves. He could feel the veins in his neck and forehead grow tighter. However, this just made him more eager for what he was about to do next.

“Hmm, of course, Your Grace, I understand your wishes. Let me escort you to the ship now.” He gestured for her to proceed first.

Without thinking, Erika proceeded toward the door. However, she couldn’t help but shake this sinister feeling encroaching behind her. Everything was going perhaps a little too well.

Erika listened to Staffan’s heavy footsteps following her. But for some reason, his steps sounded quick and urgent. A sudden realization of how sketchy this whole situation felt coursed through her and her self-preservation instincts kicked in.

Feeling his overbearing presence right behind her, the goddess swiftly spun around to meet Staffan. However, before she could act, he tackled her to the ground. “AUGH! What the hell?! How dare you! What are you doing?!” she spat, baffled at the baron’s surprising strength. “You will unhand me this instant!”

The fat man’s heavy and hot breath brushed against her face as his heavyweight bore down on her. In any normal circumstances, she could have just shoved him off with her divine strength, however, it took a lot out of her the last time she roughed him up.

As a last resort, her golden eyes glowed brightly as she reared up her divine powers. She was about to use whatever essence she had left to send this man to kingdom come. “Ugh! You’ll die for your insolence!” but before she could initiate her divine ability, Staffan attached a black metal collar around her neck.

Immediately, she felt her godlike capacity utterly drained from her body. Her glowing eyes faded away and what little strength she had left receded. “What?! My powers! What did you do you, fat bastard!”

The baron then pinned her hands beside her head. Erika gasped as she could do nothing about his now seemingly immense strength. “GAHAH! I got you now! It worked! It really worked!” Staffan cheered in an uppity manner.

“Dammit! What the hell is this?! Ngh! Tell me, this instant, commoner!” the goddess hissed. She tried to conjure up her divine essence once more, but to her dismay, nothing happened.

She could only watch as Staffan confidently hovered over her. “Hehe, you bitch! I’m gonna put you in your place for your stuck-up behavior earlier!”

“Excuse me?! How dare you speak to me like that! I’m going to castrate you!”

“Hm, you will be doing no such thing. From now on, you will be mine! You see this collar?” Staffan began, reaching over at the mysterious metal collar around her neck and tugging at it, making her wince. “This right here restricts all your powers, making you weak like us ‘commoners’.” Erika was in disbelief. She was aware of the existence of such items. But they were extremely rare and outlawed by the Imperium!

“That’s impossible! H-how?!”

“Hehe, with all my years in this lucrative business, I received many gifts and treasures around the world! Heh, I got this from this old sorcerer out west a few years back. I never thought that it would work, or that I would find any use for it. But it would appear that the perfect opportunity had shown itself to finally put it into use!”

Dread fell upon Erika. “Heh! It was a gamble, which paid off in full! And as long as I live, that collar with NEVER come off of you! Don’t even dare to think about killing me, you will perish as well! It is magically bound to me!” Staffan explained with a wide smile.

Erika was left speechless. She felt like it was getting harder to breathe. This simply can’t be true! How could the Goddess of Order be so reckless?! Before she knew it, Staffan produced a rope and bound her hands together. “Augh! Noooo!” she screamed in terror.

“Hehe, now that I have you properly subdued, it’s time for me to make you a proposition,” the rotund baron spoke.

“Proposition?? What in heavens do you want from me dammit?!” the goddess angrily replied. This man nullified her powers and had her tied up! What could he possibly propose when he could essentially do whatever he wanted to her at this very moment??

“Hmm, I would say that what I will suggest is quite generous considering your predicament.” Erika arched her brow, anxious to know where Staffan was going with this.

“Be my wife,” he simply stated.

“Eh??” Erika uttered, bemused. “Why in the name of all that’s holy would I do that?? I would never take a commoner’s hand in marriage! You are inferior! Lowborn! Ugh, and you are fat and ugly! It is beneath me to even consider your offer!”

Staffan clicked his tongue and chuckled. “Aw, that’s no way to speak to your future husband,” he playfully chided.

“I never agreed to your offer!”

“Heh, well, I think it’s in your best interest that you do because my counter is let’s say… not so appealing in your case.”

“What does he mean by that??” Erika urgently thought.

“On the contrary, I could just surrender you to the new folks in charge. I must say, they are very generous; they offer a pretty penny to those who serve up their enemies on a silver platter. Now imagine if I give you to them, the Goddess of Order! A key member of one of their sworn enemies! GAHA! It would be safe to say that I would earn myself enough gold to last me several lifetimes!”

Erika’s throat got dry as she contemplated what they would do to her if Staffan sold her off to her enemies. She trembled knowing that she would likely be executed, or worse… “Now, my beautiful goddess. What will it be? Will you take my hand? Or do I sell you off, and leave you to your doomed fate?”

Erika weighed her options. Well, realistically there was only one. And whether she liked it or not, it was her best bet for survival at this point. “I’ll make things even better for you,” Staffan added, still sensing skepticism. “I’ll still transport you away from these lands. Although I won’t be taking you to Emerblyn, I will be taking you to my estate down south in Osaphis.”

“Osaphis??” Erika exclaimed: the place he named was a city-state way south beyond Imperium and Daeydran control.

“Mhm, I figured that it’s safest there. With all this conflict happening in this continent, it’s a good place to settle down for a while… Furthermore, in that region of the world, no one will recognize who you are since they serve different deities than here. That means will be out hunting for you. You will be safe, Erika. Safe with me…”

“Ugh, you bastard! These aren’t choices! I am the Goddess of Order! Not some woman you can force into a marriage!”

Staffan shook his head. “This is the hand you're being dealt. Make your choice,” the baron bluntly said.

Erika’s golden eyes widened finally grasping the gravity of her situation. It was either being sold off to her worst enemies or living to be this fat bastard's wife to do god knows what. Both were doomed outcomes nonetheless. But the Goddess of Order wasn’t ready to die. She wanted to live, just like every other living being in the world.

With a quiet sigh, Erika swallowed her pride. Tilting her head to the side, she showed a subtle nod. She couldn’t bear to verbally agree to her terms. Her cheeks were flush and her eyes were watery from the sheer amount of shame and embarrassment of accepting the mere commoner’s offer. Erika couldn't believe she doing this. Stooping this low just to survive. It was pathetic.

Staffan grinned gleefully. “You’ve made the right choice, Your Grace.” Erika ground her teeth, vexed at him mocking her.

Reaching down, Staffan grabbed Erika’s chin and directed her face toward his. “You’re so beautiful, Erika. I’ve always longed for a woman like you…” he said in a low voice, hungrily licking his lips.

“Tsk,” Erika closed her eyes, uncomfortably wincing.

A gasp escaped her lips feeling his big hands grabbing at her curvaceous body. She tensed and writhed at his lecherous groping and kneading. “Oh, Erika… Your body is so soft… Hmm, yes… so soft and perfect…”

“Ugh…” the goddess groaned.

Tracing his hands up her body, he grasped her sizable breasts over her commoner tunic. “Ah!” Erika groaned. Never in her long life has she been touched so lustfully.

“I always thought you had the nicest tits. Your statues do a good job depicting your likeness…” he muttered in a breathy voice as his fingers dug into her soft mounds.

Erika naturally resisted his lustful advances. But with her hands bound and her powers neutralized, she could do nothing but allow this bastard to have his way with her. “Augh, you’re making me so ravenous, Erika…” Staffan grunted. Erika’s eyes tilted down to see a sizable tent formed in his pants. A disgusted expression fell upon her face as she quickly averted her attention to the side.

His groping went on for what felt like eons until he finally removed himself from on top of the goddess. Reaching for her bound hands, he forcefully picked her up from the ground and brought her into a kneeling position.

Erika gasped seeing his crotch now directly in front of her face, his protruding tent nearly hitting her nose. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel what a goddess’s mouth feels like,” Staffan said in a hungry tone. Before Erika could process his words, the baron dropped his pants to the floor revealing his well-endowed cock.

“Heavens!” Erika involuntarily exclaimed as his manhood sprung towards her face.

“Heh! It’s big ain’t it?” Staffan laughed pridefully.

Her golden eyes were bemusedly encaptured at his male member. It was almost half her arm-length, veiny, and thick. She had never seen anything like it before! She gulped as she watched his sticky essence leak from his cavernous slit. Glancing down, she noted his heavy sack with a pair of nice healthy balls.

“You like what you see?” the baron inquired, teasingly waving his erect cock in the air.

“W-what?! Ugh, no! You are such a vile man! This thing is unsavory, argh!” Erika hissed in disgust. The goddess had only been with one man in all her life; it was an arranged marriage and the times they got intimate were few and far between. Erika annulled the marriage not long after. But drawing a comparison between her former consort and Staffan, her captor was leagues bigger.

“Aw, don’t say that. You’ll learn to love it in time the more you get acquainted with it. Now, you be a good wife and take me in your mouth. The ship will be leaving soon so we will have to be quick!”

Grasping the sides of her head with his big hands, Staffan yanked Erika towards his throbbing cock. Erika gasped feeling his bulbous cockhead press against her lush lips. Keeping her lips firmly shut, she refused to allow Staffan in.

“Mmmhppp!” she groaned, struggling to keep him at bay. However, her defiler was simply too strong. He grinned steadily pulling her in. His cockhead slowly progressed, parting her lips ever more slightly.

Erika’s eyes widened being able to taste his salty fluids seeping onto her tongue, causing her to grunt and writhe. She tried to push him away with her bound hands but it wasn’t enough. Then, slipping beyond the point of no return, Staffan forcefully jerked Erika’s head forward. “GLLCKK!” the goddess choked as his meaty cock slid through her mouth and down her throat; thank the heavens she was blessed without a gag reflex.

Her eyes watered profusely and her chest swelled with pain as she was unable to breathe with his cock firmly lodged down her throat. Glancing up, she locked eyes with her captor. She discerned a victorious grin on his undesirable face.

“Ohhhh yeah! This is what a goddess’s mouth feels like!” Staffan roared with pleasure, allowing Erika to pull away from him.

Erika coughed profusely as stings of her saliva connected from her lips to his throbbing cock. “Augh… ah… I hate you…” she uttered in a raspy voice as she spat to the side, trying to rid herself of his musky taste. “There’s a special place in hell for you for what you are forcing me to do.”

Staffan could care less about what Erika had to say. “Yeah yeah, you say that now but you’ll grow to love my cock. Just give it time and you will be begging for it daily! But enough of that, go on now, be a good wife, and start sucking!”

Erika was compelled to resist his salacious command but given her current position, she had no room to argue. It was likely if she refused to comply he would just take her by force, which would make her experience even more unpleasant than it already was.

Allowing her hands to fall to her lap, Erika let out a long exhale. “I’m gonna kill this man!” she painstakingly said to herself. Shaking her head, she reluctantly leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his mushroom-like cockhead.

The goddess had little to no experience performing fellatio, but she was aware of the technique which seemed simple enough. Closing her eyes, Erika slowly bobbed her head back and forth, taking Sfaffan about halfway only.

Although he was enjoying the feeling of her mouth, Staffan wanted more than what she was giving. She seemed too stiff and not enthusiastic at all. “Come on, Erika, lean into it some more!” the fat old baron urged. Scrunching her brows, Erika let out a muffled sigh and took him deeper.

Her eyes watered as his long member reached behind her throat. “Mhmmmm,” she groaned as she deepthroated Staffan. It felt very uncomfortable having something so thick and long stuffed down her esophagus. Erika grew teary-eyed as she felt her throat stretching and contorting to accommodate his size. She was disgusted with herself for even indulging in this man’s salacious request. No divine being should be doing such a thing for a mere commoner.

Her saliva escaped her lips, slathering her chin as she continued to deepthroat Staffan. As she went on, her discomfort slowly faded away as she became accustomed to his cock, allowing her to be more fluid with her lewd motions.

“Ohhh yeah, baby that’s the spot! Now add some more enthusiasm to it!” Staffan roared as he braced his hands on his hips. Erika shot him a mean glare. But letting out an annoyed exhale through her nostrils, she complied with his command.

Making circular motions with her head, she pleasured him further with her wet undulating mouth. “OHHHH! YESSS!” the fat man moaned as his toes curled in his shoes. “I didn’t know that the Goddess of Order could be so good at using her mouth!”

Erika grunted in humiliation and clenched her pants as she sucked him off. The sounds of glucking and slurping filled the stuffy storage room. “Glck glck!” Erika gagged as she repeatedly bottomed out on his big cock. An outline of his cock could even be seen as she deepthroated him. It was a surprise to her that she now seemed so natural in performing something so debauched. Erika cursed herself for doing a good job pleasuring this man.

“Gah! Have you sucked another man’s cock before??” the baron asked, his voice breathy and labored. Erika just leered at him, giving no response. Staffan returned an annoyed look. Grabbing her hair with a vice grip he pulled Erika all the way down his cock and held her there. “Answer me, bitch!” he sternly ordered.

Erika’s golden eyes were glazed and brimming with tears. She didn’t want to admit anything to this man but he was forcing her hand. Bending to his will, she desperately shook her head no. “Huh? Was that a no? You never sucked a man’s cock before?” Staffan taunted. Erika rapidly nodded her head feeling her chest burn with searing pain.

“GAHA! I’m your first blowjob!” the old bastard roared cheerfully, releasing Erika from his grasp. The blonde goddess coughed and sniffled her nose. It felt pathetic and demeaning being on her knees pleasuring this commoner with her mouth.

“Hey! I didn’t tell you to stop! Get back to it, bitch!” Staffan ordered, threatening to choke her again with his cock. With a heavy sigh, Erika took him back in her wet mouth and resumed blowing him.

The more Erika sucked Staffan off, the more acclimated she became with her situation. No thoughts were wandering her mind. Her sole focus was now just directed at getting this man to hurry up and climax so she could be done with this.

As a result of longing for Staffan to cum, she inadvertently improved her sucking even more. Erika skillfully rotated her mouth around him, using her tongue to lick the underside of his veiny shaft. “Augh! Yes, Erika! Keep going my divine slut!” Staffan grunted, reflexively grabbing her head. The baron was pleasantly delighted at how naturally good she was at sucking dick. It appeared as if the goddess had been doing this for years! She’d make the perfect wife!

Assisting with her bobbing, Staffan hungrily licked his lips and traced his fingers through her elegant golden locks. She looked so beautiful with his cock in her mouth. It was a dream come true for the baron. He wished that he could brag this to his colleagues. But as much as he wanted to, it was best if he kept this to himself. He didn’t want people to catch on to his secret treasure.

After a few more minutes of Erika sloppily sucking on his cock, Staffan was finally reaching his limit. “Argh! I’m about to cum!” the baron announced in a breathy voice. Erika’s heart raced with anticipation but not in a good way.

Gripping her hair, Staffan proceeded to thrust his hips forward. Erika groaned uncomfortably as he fucked her throat into oblivion. “GLCK GLUCK! GLCK! GLCK!” Tears came pouring from her eyes as she struggled to gasp for air.

Reaching up, she desperately grasped Staffan’s hairy thighs, begging him to stop. “Ugh! Almost there… Almost… ARRRGHHHHH! TAKE MY SEED BITCH!” the salacious man uttered as he drove his cock balls deep into Erika’s throat.

Erika’s golden eyes shot open as she felt his cock throb heavily, shooting his heavy load down her esophagus with every pulse. His heavy balls contracted against her chin as he spurred load after heavy load directly into her stomach.

The goddess was baffled at how much this man could cum. He held her head firmly as he kept filling her up like an endless waterfall. His sperm felt so sticky and viscous as she reluctantly swallowed his cum. “How virile is this man??” she wondered.

Shooting his final load, Staffan released her head, allowing Erika to unsheath his cock from her mouth. She coughed intensely as she attempted to loosen up some of his sticky load in the back of her throat. She could taste the residue of his seed on her tongue: it was salty and bitter but had this strangely unique taste she just couldn’t make out.

“Agh… dammit… why do you have to be so forceful?” she said with a husky voice. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I wouldn’t dream of bringing you harm! But you see, we’re in a hurry, so we needed to be quick. You will have more opportunities to take your time on my pole once we get to sea,” Staffan replied with a relieved tone.

Erika snarled and rolled her eyes. “Tsk, you disgusting pig…” she quietly insulted, spitting out what remained of his salty residue from her mouth. This whole dilemma felt like a surreal nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.

The goddess felt dread, praying for someone to save her. But her prayers fell on deaf ears; everyone close to her was either dead or still off attempting to wage war against the dragonlords. No one knew of her whereabouts. And now, she was about to be transported halfway across the world to become this fat bastard’s wife.

More tears trickled down her flushed cheeks as she grasped her plight. “Now now, Erika, don’t cry,” Staffan tried to comfort his newly acquired wife. “The sooner you forget your past life the better. There’s nothing for you here. The Imperium is gone, the Godkin are being hunted like dogs, and your followers have abandoned you.” Erika visibly looked uneasy hearing the hard truth from her captor, and as much as she wanted to deny it, he was right. “I can promise you that your new life will be better once we get away from here for good. So let’s get going now shall we?”

Before Erika could reply, Staffan suddenly stuffed her face with a mysterious rag. Whatever was on it smelt potent and burned her throat. Erika tensed and tried to fight back but it was all fruitless. Her vision soon began to fade as her eyes slowly fluttered to a close. With her body fully relaxing, she collapsed, surrendering to the slumber that was forced upon her.

The last thing she could hear as she drifted from consciousness was, “Now now, just sleep… I’ll take things from here…”