Fear Deity Girlfriend: Rada Part Two (complete)

Rada is a black widow, or so I have heard. In her long life she has had three husbands and three wives - six marriages total. Of those six marriages, all her spouses have died gruesomely. In The Hole it is rumored that Rada killed them all. Neither Rada or Duscha speak of these events, but in my time working for them, I have seen pictures of the previous spouses around their home. It is not my place to ask, so I don’t.

I have come to accept my place in their household and I am grateful for it. Rather than occupying one of the cells in The Hole, I live in their suite. Sometimes I sleep on the floor of Duscha’s room, and other times I sleep at the foot of Rada’s bed. It’s better than any of the places I have ever been.

Black widow or not, Rada is undeniably terrifying. I don’t even think she’s shown her true power yet, at least not in front of me. I know through the stories that she rules the prison with an iron fist. She has a wide range of punishments at her disposal, some I don’t even like to hear about. Duscha, though, is at her most excited when she gets to rattle them off.

The suite they live in seems to go on forever. Duscha and I have played hide-and-seek in a labyrinth somewhere within it. Rada’s bedroom is bigger than the foyer I first came to, and her bed is big enough to fit my old house in. I have been given free rein of the place, but I am afraid to explore. I go wherever Duscha or Rada take me, which ensures I don’t get lost in the ever-changing layout of the apartments.

I have been given one restriction, though. In the foyer is the wall of black curtains, and Rada has said that I am not to go beyond the curtains for any reason. Even if Duscha asks me to, I am not to go there. Whatever lies beyond the curtain is not for me, and I can accept that. Rada has her reasons for everything, I’m sure one day she’ll let me in on the secret. Duscha has tried to slip me up, rascal that she is. 

Rada’s bedroom is my favorite room. When we are alone there, I get to feel the fire. It burns me from the inside out when I am near her. I feel alive, and yet ready to run for my life at any moment. Rada is what that place between my eyes and my mind was leading me towards. I think I was always supposed to serve her. 

Duscha has continued training me, preparing me for whatever purpose she thinks I’ll suit her mother for. Part of the training is playing hide-and-seek in the labyrinth. She says I need to build my stamina. Duscha is as much a taskmaster as her mother.

“Mama is very strong! She was a warrior, you know? So, if you have any hopes of keeping up with her, you need to get strong too. What did you used to do before you came here, Koyo?” she asks me.

“Well, at home I used to work for a mill where they made flour,” I tell her. “Then after that, I worked various odd jobs, depending on where I went. Then I worked in a kitchen.”

Duscha tilts her head to the side. “Did you cook?” 

“No,” I chuckle. “I was quite low in the pecking order in that kitchen. I usually cleaned or butchered. All the jobs no one else really wanted to do.”

Duscha’s eyes light up at this. “What kind of knives did you use?”

I smile down at her, watching her bounce on her heels again. “You’re terrifying, you know that, right?”

Her grin, even with her sharp fangs, is heartwarming to me. I adore Duscha and her view of the world. I am happy to spend time with her while her mother is away. 

Another part of Duscha’s training is showing me all her books, ones on anatomy, torture, and weaponry. In her room, Duscha has an iron maiden made for her dolls, or at least the bodies of her dolls. The heads are in a chest in the entrance. 

“When I grow up, I’m gonna take over the prison from Mama, so I have to be prepared.” Duscha tells me as she hands me another book. “But for you, it’s all about knowing how to talk to her and understanding her.”

“I think you just like bragging about your wealth of knowledge.” I wink at her. “No need to hide that you’re proud of being smart.”

Duscha’s cheeks turn a dusky shade of purple. “I’m not! I mean, I‘m not hiding it.” She taps a page in the book. “See this? These are Mama’s siblings.”

“The Five Horsemen?” I murmur. “Which one is she?”

Duscha’s expression turns sour. “She’s not.” She plops down beside me on the couch. She runs my chain through her hands. “They always kept her in the back.”

I pet the top of Duscha’s head as she leans into my side. “Why was that?”

“They were scared of her. I mean, they should be! Mama is the best of all of them. But they thought Mama was… well… different.”

“Nothing wrong with being different, Duscha.” I take hold of her hand and give it a squeeze. “Different people will always find their people.”

Duscha squeezes my hand back. “Thanks, Koyo.”

When Rada returns home from the prison, she usually spends time with Duscha as I am given some sort of task to do. Then, when Duscha is put to bed, Rada and I are alone together. I help her relax for the evening, giving her a bath and rubbing her down with oils. I am often left breathless by how much I get to touch her. For me, it’s a blessing.

“The way you look at me reminds me of something, Koyo.” Rada is sitting before her vanity, removing her collar before massaging oils into her neck.

She’s completely naked - a common occurrence when she’s alone, but one I have yet to grow used to. Her skin is milky pale with black veins creeping along the surface. Her heavy breasts droop, with dark, puffy nipples. Her waist is thin, though her belly shows signs of her pregnancy with Duscha. The stretch marks on her breasts and stomach have an almost shimmery appearance to them. Her legs and arms are well-toned and muscular, the kind that could crush things without hesitation. I have imagined myself in many a situation where her legs or arms do just that.

“I do not mean to stare, Mistress,” I reply. “I will do my best to stop.”

“That is not what I said, Koyo.” Rada turns towards me, her legs crossed and her hand on her knee. “You look at me in a way that brings me memories of lovers past.”

“Lucky lovers,” I chuckle nervously.

Rada taps her fingertips along the rim of her neck. “You’ve been doing such a good job. Duscha really adores you. I know you are here for a punishment, but perhaps a reward is in order.”

I shake my head. “No reward needed, Mistress.”

She laughs. “That is a surprise.” She leans forward, and I feel as though she is looking me over. “Nothing at all you would ask for?”

I fidget under her gaze, wherever it may come from. “Well, of course. There are many things I could ask for, a whole treasure trove of desires. But you do not need to bestow any of them upon me, Mistress, for I get to serve you.”

Rada stands up silently, towering over me like a shadow made of my worst fears and greatest desires. “You’re making this impossible for me, Koyo.” She grabs my chin with one hand. “It’s been a long time since my last partner passed away. I was hoping you would ask for it rather than me having to.”

If I could remember how to breathe, I would. Hell, evening thinking is hard. I feel delirious, almost drunk. “If you need something of me, Mistress, I am happy to provide whatever it may be.”

Rada’s sharp nails drag down the side of my neck. “I need you to make me come, Koyo. Is that something you can do?”

I lose my ability to talk, but I do remember how to breathe. I suck in a deep breath, letting it freeze my lungs even as the fire is consuming me whole. 

“Come now. I’ve seen how hard you get around me,” she purrs. “I feel your desire burning the back of my neck.” She reaches out, palming my crotch. “I feel it too. I see hellfire in your eyes, Koyo. It’s why I chose you.”

I grunt, chomping down on my cheek. I never expected her to touch me, let alone to grind against her palm.

Rada tugs down my pants, letting my cock spring out before her. She swirls her finger around the tip, and I press my face against her chest to stay standing. “My very first husband was a dragon, you know?” she whispers into my ear. “He had two cocks and it was hard to get him off. So when he passed away, I decided to marry a woman. It was fun, but she, too, had a hard time getting off.” She fully takes my cock into her hand and starts stroking. “It took me a while to learn that wasn’t a bad thing, as long as I got mine as well.”

“Mistress,” I wheeze. 

“I might have to train you, but I think it will be worth it.” She picks me up off the floor and carries me to the bed, tying my chain to the bedpost with a smile on her lips. She sits on my chest, and despite the weight all I can feel is the rapturous burning in her loins. It makes me grin like a maniac. 

Rada grinds herself against me, laughing as she watches me. “You’re burning up, aren’t you?” She reaches down to open her mound. Her labia are pitch-black, fading into deep blue inside her vagina. She’s glossy from her need, and her clit rises up thick and hard. 

“Once I get mine, you can have yours.” She takes my head between her thighs, and I could not be happier, locked away with her dripping fire. I press my tongue against her, tasting her. I want more, so I push my tongue inside. I lap her clit, sucking it as her thighs clench tighter. I can barely breathe, but it doesn’t matter. I am happy in my new tomb. 

Rada pulls away, her thighs shaking. I watch her, smeared with her nectar and wanting to be buried again. Rada laughs between deep breaths as she lies down beside me. She rolls over, pressing her breasts against me. Her hand closes around my cock, stroking me. “Not bad,” she moans. “I think you enjoyed it too much.”

“I did.” My voice cracks, and I arch my hips to meet her hand. “I liked it very much, Mistress.”

Rada moves so her breast presses against my lips. I open my mouth, taking her soft nipple against my tongue. Rada continues to pump my cock, breathing hard as I suck on her. The fire is growing, and I can feel it inside me and all around me. The world is burning down, swallowing us up and cradling us in its angelic glow. The heat licks against my cheek, melts my skin, singes my bones. I breathe in Rada and exhale flames.

I release in her hand, filling it so the seed spills from between her fingers. The room spins, and I sag limp and useless onto the bed. 

“You keep impressing me, Koyo,” Rada says. My vision fades to a pinpoint, but I continue to feel the fire on my body. “Go ahead, get some rest. You’ve earned your sleep tonight.”

I dream nothing but good things. I dream of fire and Rada, her luscious body, her crushing thighs. I am taken away down a river of fire, drowned in it as Rada pulls me under the current. I never want to wake, but then I remember that if I don’t, it would disappoint her.

In the morning, Rada is sitting at her vanity with Duscha in her lap. Rada is styling Duscha’s hair, singing softly to her while Duscha reads silently from a book. “Do you like Koyo, my love?” Rada asks her.

“He’s nice. He doesn’t pull my hair, and he doesn’t make me feel bad about things.” Duscha looks up at her mother. “Do you like him, Mama?”

“I’m getting there,” Rada laughs. “I like his eyes.”

“You like that he plays with fire,” Duscha’s tone is smug.

Rada sighs. “Perhaps. I also like the way he treats you.”

“He is fun. He’s not good at hide and seek, so I let him think he can win.” Duscha closes her book. “I’ve been training him for you, Mama.”

Rada is silent for a long moment. “You rascal,” she purrs. “You’ve been plotting behind my back this entire time.”

“He’s the first in a long while, Mama.”

Rada hums softly. “It has been a long time. Do you think we are ready, Duscha?”

“It’s lonely without him,” Duscha pouts. “And maybe I could have a sister?”

Rada lets out a long laugh, and I hear her kiss Duscha’s cheek.“I see the puppet strings you’re holding, my love. I’ll eat his soul first.” Both of them giggle. “Then I will make him lucky number seven.”

“I think he’ll fit.” Duscha slips off her mother’s lap, then turns towards me. “We know you’re awake.”

I sit up in bed. “Sorry. I should have gotten you up this morning, Lady Duscha.”

“Not to worry.” Rada rises and tightens her robe. “Duscha has a playdate today, so she was just leaving.”

“I’ll be back later though,” Duscha snickers. “So don’t get too comfortable.”

She leaves the bedroom and I rise, naked, from the bed. “Did you sleep well?” Rada titters.

“Mistress,” I murmur. “I am sorry to have overheard your conversation.”

“I wanted you to hear. Why else would I have had it right in front of you?” She wags her finger at me. “You don’t have to play dumb, Koyo.”

“You wish to marry me.” The fire fills my chest, turning my heart into a diamond. “Why would you ever consider someone like me?”

“Fire is hard to find, at least within people.” She lays her hands on my shoulders. “I see it in abundance within you. It reminds me of my younger days, when warriors were made of nothing but fire.” She smooths her palms down my bare chest. “Last night, I could feel it through your skin. I felt like a girl.” 

My heart is hammering like it will explode. “Mistress,” I breathe. “I do not deserve you. You frighten me.”

“Good,” Rada squeezes my hips so that her sharp nails dig into my rump. “I’ve chosen you, Koyo. That should be terrifying.” She sweeps her fingertips over my lips. “Now, follow me. After last night, you need a bath.” She tugs my chain and I follow behind her.

She takes the collar from around my neck as I sit in the warm water. The chain falls away, and then her fingers caress the sides of my neck. I moan softly as her grip tightens. She wraps her hands around my throat, then lets me go with a snigger. “I don’t think you need that chain anymore, Koyo. You aren’t going to go anywhere, are you?”

“No, Mistress.” I look up at her. “I don’t want to.”

She slips her hand down my chest, scoops up some water and pours over me, letting it trickle down. “If you stay with us, are you prepared to die?”

“Only if you are the one to kill me.”

“I have never killed any of my mates.” Her nails scrape across my skin. “They have all died, but not by my hand. Some have gotten sick, others have had accidents. I fear that, if you agree to be mine, your fate will be the same.”

“We all die eventually,” I murmur. “It’s how we go that is the mystery.”

“I have never had any luck keeping things. Duscha has been the one exception, and I think that is because she is a piece of me and hell wants nothing of us.” She places her finger on my tongue. “But the hellfire I see in your eyes is stronger than it was in any of my mates. Here.” She stands up and hands me a black robe. “Put this on. I have something I must show you.”

Rada takes me to the entrance room and stands before the wall of black curtains. She grasps the thick fabric, then turns back towards me. I hear the breath catch in her throat and the smoke that billows from her spine becomes darker.

“This room is important to me. Inside here is everything that I have ever loved. Now that you have become my intended, I think you belong here as well.” She pulls open the curtain and ushers me through. 

There is a circular door made of wrought iron and glass. The wall around it is smoky glass, so I cannot see within. Rada takes out a key which, when inserted, makes the doorknob. 

“Go ahead,” she whispers, “open it.”

The doorknob feels burning hot to the touch, but I can’t help to moan in pleasure as I hold it. Stepping into the room, I see a giant bed in the center of the room surrounded by black curtains. 

Rada steps beside me. “Pull the cord.” She points a long finger to a tassel at the right corner. 

I tug the black velvet and open the curtains. I glance towards the bed, and on it I see six mummified corpses, laid side by side in the bed as if asleep. Some are wrapped in cloths, others have coins covering their shrunken eyes. They are motionless and breathless, but peaceful all the same.

In the center of the bed is a head, with long white hair that lays over the bodies and hangs off the edges of the bed. The face is beautiful, with long white lashes, full lips, and scars that shimmer in the candlelight.

“My most beloved.” Rada walks up to the side of the bed, touching the face of the corpse closest to her. “I keep them with me always.” Then she takes the head by the crown and holds it up towards me.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper. 

“Am I?” Rada takes her head and turns it so her face is turned towards her neck. “I hated my beauty. It was nothing to me. Yet that was all people saw of me - my face, my loveliness.” She scoffs and turns her face away. “I wanted to be feared.”

I approach her, holding my hands out to her. Rada places her head in my hands, then lowers her arms to her sides. “Beauty is frightening.” I kiss her lips as Rada gasps softly. Her lips open, and her long black tongue slithers into my mouth. It burns my lips, my tongue, and I feel the scalding heat drip down my throat.

“Koyo,” Rada moans. She seats me on the edge of the bed and opens the robe to see that my cock is fully erect. She giggles and places her disembodied head between my thighs. My cock slips into her burning-hot mouth, and I can feel her teeth graze against my skin.

Rada seats herself in a chair and begins touching herself. Her mouth suckles around me, her tongue lapping at my shaft. She grunts and moans, vibrating through my skin while her fire burns me. I am the wick of the candle, and she is the flame melting me away to nothing.

I tangle my fingers in her hair, thrusting against her face. I watch the fingers of her body playing in her folds, stroking her clit with one hand while the other grasps at her breast. Suddenly she stops and rises from her seat, then pushes me down onto the bed and straddles my head. I feel that wonderful suffocation again. Her slick folds drown me, coating me in a wet flame. Below, her mouth is still on my cock, melting me. Her moans and cries are muffled by her thighs as she rocks against me. She pushes down, grinding against me, then rises so my tongue can slip inside her.

I shudder, my entire body seizing up. I release in her mouth, pulsing against her tongue. I drip down her throat, and she rises off of me. “You taste wonderful, Koyo.” She pulls her head away from me with a pop, and my come dribbles from her lips. She places her head beside mine, and I kiss her. I taste myself on her tongue and grow dizzy. 

“But you are not done.” She takes my cock in her hand, stroking it. I moan into her mouth, aching as she touches me. 

Her tongue coils around mine, and her eyes start to open. The long white lashes flutter, lifting so I see the dark brown eyes beneath. I pull her head closer, kissing her more deeply. She whimpers, sighing into my mouth while she stokes the fires fresh inside me. 

Rada climbs on top of me, straddling my hips as she takes my cock back inside her. Slowly she rocks against me, taking her time to savor the sensation. She quickens around me, her inner walls seizing for a moment as she shivers. Her nails drag down my chest, digging in so beads of blood pearl up.

Her kiss becomes deeper, sloppier, moaning and sighing as her tongue works its way down my throat. I choke on her, but I am in heaven. She sinks her talons into me, thrusting back onto my shaft with a desperate need. The thick smoke billowing from her spine shoots out sparks and tongues of fire. 

The world is spinning and expanding, swallowing me up and suffocating me all at once. Rada’s voice breaks through, shattering the darkness and bringing the fire into full view. The between place is now my reality, and I want no escape from it.

Rada chuckles directly into my ear, a grave sort of sound that makes my breath shudder. I look at her, gazing into her eyes. Her body moves from on top of me and moves to the foot of the bed.

When I wake up, I’m still in Rada’s bed, her head nestled on the pillow beside me. I sit up, looking around the room for her, but all I have is her head. I get dressed just in case Duscha should come home. As I am inspecting the claw marks on my chest, Rada steps into the room, carrying a small tin with her. 

“Did you sleep well?” she chuckles.

“Yes.” I lay my hand over my chest. “Better than I ever have.”

Rada places the tin in my hands. “I have a job for you.” 

Inside the tin is a needle and thread.

“I never wear my head when I am single,” she says. “Now that you are mine, it is time I wear it again.”

I place my hand on her waist as I look up at her. “Are you sure? You don’t need to wear it to make me happy.”

Rada chuckles. “I think you enjoyed this morning far too much.” She taps the tip of my nose. “No, I want to wear my head again. I am ready.”

She sits down before her vanity, and I place her head upon her neck. “Be careful,” she warns. “It will fall off if you don’t hold it.”

“I’ll be careful.” I take the threaded needle, and already I can see scars on her skin from where her head has been sewn before. I stitch carefully, making neat, tiny stitches. She sits still and calm, her expression soft and patient. 

As I come to the last stitch, fire shoots out from the seam, melding her neck together. Smoke shoots out, slowly trickling off into streams and then nothing. Rada touches her neck, slipping her long fingers around the seam before she turns to look at me. Her long hair falls across her face while her beautiful, dark eyes gaze up at me. 

“Come here.” She grabs me, kissing me hungrily. She bites me and grins wickedly as she looks into my face. “Why, Koyo, you look terrified.”

“I am,” I pant. “You scare me.” I kiss her in return, wrapping her in my arms.

Rada places her finger over my lips. “You still look at me the same.” She strokes her fingers along my cheeks. “That hellfire inside you is burning even brighter.”

“That’s because you’re with me.”

Rada kisses me again, moving her lips down my skin and biting my neck. “You’re mine forever, you understand?”

“Yes,” I answer her breathlessly. “That’s all I want.”

“Good.” She grins at me then rises. “Duscha will be most excited.”

That evening, we have our first family meal together. Duscha is indeed happy, excited that she chose the proper mate for her mother. She seems smug, but I can tell that her smile hides a happiness she won’t share just yet. 

In a few months, I am tucking Duscha into bed, and she takes hold of my hand. “Koyo,” she starts off shyly. “Do you like me?”

I smile down at her. “Duscha, I don’t just like you, I love you.”

Her eyes widen, and she nods. “OK, good.” She keeps hold of my hand. 

I kiss the back of her hand. “I am happy to call you my daughter - that is, if that’s what I should call you.”

She sits up. “If I’m your daughter, then you’re my dad, right?”

“I hope so,” I say with a nod.

Duscha hugs me, then kisses my cheek. “Glad we got that settled.” She lays back down in bed. “Hey, tomorrow, can we go into the woods and burn things?”

“Nothing would make me happier.” I kiss her forehead and she closes her eyes.

I go back to the bedroom where Rada is waiting. My heart feels so full. I’ve not felt this way before and it scares me. As I climb into bed beside Rada, she turns and looks at me with a curious expression. 

“Duscha said I’m her dad.” I can’t help but grin from ear to ear.

“How saccharine.” Rada kisses my cheek. “Well, you’d best get used to it. She won’t be the only one calling you father.”

I furrow my brow and look at her. “What do you mean?”

Rada’s smirk widens. “Oh, come now, love. It shouldn’t be that hard to figure out!” She presses her hands over her belly. “As much as you and I fail at keeping our hands to ourselves, you should have expected such a thing.”

I feel as though I may pass out, but in a good way. “You mean-” I lay my hand on her belly and lean close to her side. “Rada! This is a miracle.”

“I’ve done it once before,” she laughs. “Do you think you can withstand three frightening women around you?”

I pull her into a kiss, tangling my fingers in her long, white hair. “I want as much of you as you can give me.”

“Be careful what you wish for, my beloved.” She drags her nails down the back of my neck. 

“Duscha will be so excited.” I kiss her neck and pull her into my lap. “She has so been wanting a little sister.”

“We’ll tell her in the morning.” Rada straddles my lap and grabs my shoulders. “Tonight, I hope you plan to celebrate.” She shoves my head between her breasts and grips the back of my neck. “Because I am so happy, I want to play with you all night.”

I can feel the fire going down my spine as she touches me. “Please do, my love, for I am all yours.”

Rada tilts my chin up and kisses me. Her fingers coil around my throat as her lips pepper kisses all over my face. “You are burning, my beloved,” she breathes. “It feels wonderful.”