Conquest Deity Girlfriend: Olcay Part Two (complete)

One evening as Olcay rests, I sit by the window, enjoying a book Idrio gave to me as a gift. Inside are histories and legends I was never told back home. I’ve found out that Olcay and her horsemen siblings all lost their heads to the god-king’s wrath. After suffering a crushing defeat by his children, who staged a coup against him, he punished the horsemen by severing their heads and hiding them away. 

Reading this, it made me wonder if there was a way to find Olcay’s head and return it to her. I am already greatly enamored with Olcay, but after all this time, I find myself falling in love with her. I would do anything for her to make her happy the way she has me. She has helped me discover my true self and to come to terms with the anger inside me. I believe that finding her head would show her how grateful I am.

Olcay stirs in bed, rising slightly. “Come back to bed, my pet.”

“I was reading, my lord.” I mark my book and set it down. As I come to the bed, Olcay pulls me against her. Her strong hands rub all over my body.

“You have a big day tomorrow,” Olcay murmurs. “You need your rest.”

I kiss her neck, then down her shoulder. “I’m excited, I couldn’t sleep right away. I just wanted to read a bit without disturbing you.”

“Aren’t you sweet?” Olcay’s voice comes out as a lewd moan. She then pushes me down into the bed. “Now sleep.”

I pout a bit, wanting Olcay’s affections more than anyone’s. “May I ask you something before I do?”

“You may, whether you get an answer is another matter.” Olcay lays beside me. 

I lay on my side, facing her. “Why do you wait to touch me?” I snuggle into my pillow, trying to appear cute and docile to her. “You touched me once, and then never again.”

“I told you, you have to wait.” Olcay touches my cheek and tucks my hair away from my face. “You aren’t yet ready for what I can do. You are merely human now.”

I kiss her fingertips, each one lovingly and tender. “Must I be inhuman to make love to you?”

Olcay’s fingers wrap around my throat. “Don’t say such things,” she snarls. “It sounds trite.” She strokes her palm down my chest. “Everything I do is for a reason and you will understand it in time.” She scoffs. “You’re aroused even now, aren’t you?”

“You know what you do to me,” I whine.

Olcay pulls back the covers, watching as I touch myself. “I’m glad you understand your body more,” she sighs. “It makes me happy seeing such a sight.” 

“I’m happy too,” I pant as I rub my clit. 

“Still your hand, my pet,” Olcay grabs my wrist. “You need all your energy for tomorrow, remember? You and Idrio have been working so hard.”

I whine in contempt. “Please. Just once!”

“No,” Olcay growls, denying me. “Now be a good girl for me, and sleep.”

I frown, laying there frustrated, as Olcay tucks me in. I know the arena tomorrow is important, but I don’t understand why she’d make me deny myself all night.

Sleep is fitful, but I am able to rest some before Idrio comes to fetch me in the morning. He bathes me, scrubbing down my body and then rubbing me in oils tinted with gold. He ties up my hair and prepares my body for the arena.

“You see now,” he moans, his fingers slicking oils along my ass and slit, “You must be prepared for anything Olcay throws into the ring.”

“That feels so good,” I gasp. 

Idrio slaps my ass. “Pay attention!” He smirks, kissing my neck. “I’ve worked too hard to prepare you for this. Don’t let me down.”

“I won’t.” I turn around and kiss him, pressing my bare body against his. “I want to make you and Olcay proud of me.”

Idrio’s hard cock rubs against my belly. “You’ve gotten me excited,” he snarls. “How very bad of you.”

“I’m sorry. Should I take care of it?” I start to kneel, but Idrio grabs me.

“Save this energy for the arena. You’ll need all you have for these fights.” He cups my face in the palm of his hands. “As much as I would love to indulge.”

As we kiss, I run my fingers through his long, gray hair. Then I pull away and try to gather my thoughts. “There was something I wanted to ask you.”

“Ask away,” Idrio kisses my neck.

“Olcay’s head is missing, but the book you gave me says it is hidden away somewhere. Might you know where it could be?” I look into his eyes as he raises his head.

“I served Olcay back when she and the other horsemen were all together.” He looks at me with a tender gaze. “I remember the wrath the god-king showed. I took care of Olcay after that happened. She’s not been the same since, I am afraid.”

“Yes, but do you know where her head could be?” I press my palms to his chest. “Or even someone who does?”

“Valery might,” he murmurs. “I know how to reach him, but it’s been a long time.” Idrio smirks at me. “Do you wish me to ask him to find Olcay’s head for you?”

“If you tell me how to reach him, I’ll do it. I figured out the way to reach Olcay in my dreams. I can find Valery too.” I rest my head on Idrio’s chest. “Please. I want to help her so badly.”

“After today,” he whispers to me. “I’ll show you how to find Valery.” He grins as I look back up at him. “But first, you must show me my training wasn’t in vain.”

I shake my head. “It wasn’t!”

Idrio takes my hand and walks me to the arena. He sends me out naked into the sunlight, and all around me I hear a crowd cheering. Looking across from me, I see my first combatant. It is another woman, one who is far more muscular than me. Her head is shaved on one side, and her right breast has been removed to show she is one of the best warriors of her people.

I look up to the stands, seeing Olcay sitting in her throne, draped in a flowing gold gown. She rises from her seat and spreads her hands out. “Let the arena begin!” 

Behind her, a bell is rung to signify the start. The warrior woman charges at me. I dodge her arm and trip her by striking her knees. As she hits the ground, I pin her and I push my hand between her thighs. Her mound is thick, and my fingers sink inside before I find her clit.

She struggles, grunting and flipping me over. She grabs my ankles, pushing them over my head before sinking her mouth upon me. I bite my lip, finally receiving the pleasure I wanted last night and this morning, but I cannot give in so easily. Olcay is watching. I wrap my legs around her neck and pull myself up. I twist, tossing her to the side. She grabs me back and shoves me to the ground, pinning my arm against my back. Before she can hold me for too long, I kick her, sweeping her feet. As she stumbles, I get back up and we stand facing each other.

I glance aside to see that they are throwing down weapons from the stand. We both move, racing to grab one. I arm myself with a harness with an onyx shaft attached. The warrior woman dons something similar. I grab a rope and I run, hoping she will chase me. Once she does, I duck down, hitting her in the stomach and bringing her to her knees. I smear the onyx shaft against her cheek, then force her down onto the ground, putting the rope around her neck. 

I pull the rope as I get behind her, and I push the onyx inside her wet mound. She cries out, beating her fists against the ground. I tug the rope again as I move my hips to drive the onyx deep. Her come collects in a ring around the shaft and, soon, she stops fighting. I throw her onto her side, looping her leg over my shoulder as I watch her.

When she comes, she sinks into the ground with a wide smile on her face. I kiss her, and she slips her tongue into my mouth.

The bell above us rings, and the warrior woman is removed from the arena. As I stand, my own desire drips down my thigh. I hope the next match isn’t another ‘last standing’ scenario. As the bell rings again, I look up to see Olcay flash two fingers.

Turning to look behind me, I see two creatures walk out. Both of them are wearing thick collars and have hoods on their heads. Their bodies are long and lithe and covered by a leather harness. They charge, running on all fours towards me. I can’t get away fast enough and soon one has me on the ground. He rips away the harness I am wearing and slips inside me easily. He pins me to the ground, rutting himself inside me hard. It feels so good that I am frustrated when the second one throws him off. He shoves the first aside and takes his place, thrusting himself into me instantly and cackling manically.

The two start to fight on top of me, hissing and yowling. They won’t share and they both want me. I think quickly, managing to tackle one aside and get him pinned to the ground. I let him sink inside me, taking his long cock deep. I then thrust my ass out, letting the second come up from behind me. I am happy that Idrio prepared my ass this morning, as the second one doesn’t hesitate to occupy it.

All I have to do is wait for these two to finish. Once they’re done, they will probably fall asleep or skulk off to find food. Not that I am complaining. Having them both inside me is finally satisfying that craving I’ve had for hours. They grunt and snarl like feral creatures, using my body simply for their own pleasure.

But they come too soon, both unloading inside me before I am satisfied at all. They leave me wanting, scrambling back off from where they came, still fighting one another.

I sit there, trying to catch my breath from their erratic and hurried fucking. I look to Olcay, who flashes only her pinkie. Idrio comes out, dressed in a gold robe. He gives me something to drink, as well as a small portion of almonds.

“You are doing well,” he whispers to me.

“I’m so frustrated!” I snarl as I gnash on the almonds. “Those last two did nothing except exacerbate the problem.”

Idrio laughs, a handsome smile blooming on his scarred face. “You have more to go. Don’t go bemoaning things until it is over.” He kisses me before he leaves my side.

The arena continues this way much throughout the day. I fight, hoping to please Olcay with my display. I win many battles, but I also lose some as well. Soon, I am spent and exhausted. The end of the day signals the final battle, and Idrio returns me to my quarters.

Idrio gives me a bath, inspecting my body and tending to any wounds I have received. My ass is sore from spankings. My jaw aches, as does much of my body. Idrio rubs me down, letting me soak in the hot water for as long as I desire.

“I am so exhausted,” I moan. 

“You did very well,” Idrio pours me a glass of wine. “I think Olcay will be pleased.” He comes and joins me in the tub, tipping the goblet to my lips. 

I drink deeply, enjoying the warmth the wine brings me within. “What about you?” I ask. “Was your training in vain?”

“I knew it wouldn’t be,” Idrio whispers against me again. “You performed wonderfully.” He then moans into my ear. “I’ll reward you when you feel like it.”

I lay against his chest. “Thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I would have been nothing but a toy out there.”

“I would have loved to see that too,” Idrio laughs. He offers me another sip of wine. He sets the goblet aside then wraps his arms around me. “Now,” he sighs, “you wanted to know how to reach Valery.”

I clutch his arms on my chest. “Yes. Oh, please, tell me.”

“How did you reach out to Olcay?” he asks. “Tell me your methods for getting to her.”

“I would fall asleep and then, in my dreams, I would will myself from them,” I look up at him. “I would leave whatever dream I was in and go into a realm filled with mist, and my breath was red.” I close my eyes. “I would pray for the right one to hear me and I would see the horseman who would save me.”

“Valery is war,” Idrio murmurs. “Olcay’s twin, but after the beheading, he went down a different path. To reach him, you must go to this realm and beg for him. Do not pray, but beg.”

I turn around, kissing Idrio. “I will have no issue falling asleep tonight.” I lean back against his chest. “Thank you for helping me, Idrio.”

Idrio holds me tight. “You and Olcay are what are important to me.” He nuzzles to the top of my head. “Never forget that.” 

Idrio dries me off and tucks me into bed. I fall asleep soon after and, with some effort, I am able to enter that realm between wake and sleep again. I move through the fog, trying to find my way. I cry out for Valery, begging to see him. I fall to my knees, crying, screaming to be heard.

I hear thunder. As I raise my head, I see a powerful shape before me. I gasp, starting to shiver as they come towards me.

“Shut the fuck up!” he roars at me. “I am trying to sleep! My wife is pregnant and I have not slept since she became so!”

“I’m sorry!” I throw myself back down on the ground. “Forgive me, Lord Valery! I have come to you about your sister, Olcay.”

He growls. “Fuck. What has she done now?”

I raise up slightly. “I love her,” I whimper. I stare up through the fog at him. “And I want to find her head so I can return it to her.”

“Love her?” Valery balks. “You’re human!” He kneels before me. 

“Yes,” I whisper. “I am human, but I love Olcay all the same. She heard my prayers and rescued me from my fate. She acknowledged my rage and my sadness, and I have found a peace in myself I was terrified of never knowing. I want to repay what she has done for me.”

“Girl,” Valery says sternly, “mortals cannot love horsemen.”

A cold shock goes through my system.

“I would kill them and wound the horseman of their affection.” He shakes his head. “If you love Olcay, the best thing you can do is leave her.”

“But I can’t!” I cry out. “There must be a way! Surely there is something I can do, some way I can--” I stop myself. “There isn’t… is there?”

Valery sighs. “There is, but it is up to Olcay to share that with you.” He rises back up. “If you want her head, I’ll find it. Just don’t reach out to me again.” He vanishes just as suddenly as he appeared.

I wake from my sleep, sitting upright in bed. I stare around the room, looking down at Idrio still sleeping soundly beside me. I clutch my head in my hands, trying to catch my breath.

“What is wrong?” Olcay murmurs. I spot her sitting in the corner, a goblet of wine in her hands. “Bad dream, my pet?”

I force a smile. “In a way.”

“Wake up Idrio,” Olcay commands me. “I would like to see you tended to.”

“Wait a moment,” I murmur. “My lord, you know I love you, right?”

Olcay is silent for a moment, tipping the wine and pouring it down her neck. “I know,” she whispers. 

“I love you.” I smile brightly as tears prickle in my eyes. “More than I have ever loved anything. You make my heart so full and I want to do all I can to make you feel the same.”

Olcay stands up, setting aside her goblet. She comes up to me and presses her fingers to my lips like a kiss. “Neylan,” she whispers, “You’re tearing my soul in pieces.”

“No,” I whimper. “Olcay, I-” She presses her fingers to my lips again.

“Stay silent, dammit,” she snarls. “Do not say more.” She pushes me down onto the bed and Idrio stirs. He looks up at Olcay and then down at me.

“Fuck her,” Olcay commands. “Fuck her now and do not hold back.”

“Olcay, please-” I start to cry.

“Shut her up!” Olcay pushes Idrio.

Idrio touches my face and kisses me. He is tender and sweet, licking my tears away. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him on top of me as Olcay watches.

“I need you,” I whisper to him. “Hurry.”

Idrio is still half dead with sleep, but he kisses me and touches me, setting me on fire. Olcay returns to her chair, watching as Idrio melts into me. I cling to him, digging my fingers into his back. He moves slow, moaning into my ear. The moment feels soft and calm compared to everything else around us. I gasp in pleasure, stretching my body as Idrio’s strokes become longer. I look over his shoulder, seeing Olcay watching us like a statue.

I kiss Idrio more deeply, grasping him as his hand circles my throat. “My love, I cannot control it,” he gasps. 

“Please, don’t stop,” I whine. “Not now.”

Idrio’s back arches and he gnashes his sharp teeth. “You need me.”

I kiss him as he comes, his cock twitching and pulling out so his seed rests shallow within me. He snarls on my tongue, gasping as he pulls away. He moves so Olcay can see his come dripping from me.

“Do it again.” Olcay stiffens her back. “Deeper this time. Do not spill a drop.”

“My lord,” Idrio pants. “Is there a reason for this?”

“Do what I cannot, Idrio!” Olcay slams her fist down. “That is why I gave you to her! Make love to her! Do it!”

I whimper and start to cry. Idrio holds me, grasping me close as he nuzzles to my hair.

“Make love to her, dammit!” Olcay claws at her neck then throws the goblet across the room. “Pathetic!” she shouts, and falls to her knees. “I’m pathetic.”

I quickly go to her side, throwing myself on her back as she kneels on the ground. “You’re not! You’re wonderful.”

Olcay rises, turning her body towards me. “What a mistake,” she whimpers. She wraps her arms around me. “Why did I fall in love with you?”

I hold her close, rubbing my hands down her back. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” I want to comfort her more than I need comforting myself. All this time, I thought she was fine with how things were, but really, she was hurting just as horribly as I was.

In a few days’ time, a strange package is delivered to me. Olcay and I have found peace again, and life is going along normally. Idrio has been staying with us in our shared chambers, and I make love to him constantly while Olcay watches. 

I open the package and scream in fright. Sitting inside the box is a head. As Olcay comes running into the room, she picks up a letter that has fallen onto the ground.

“Dear sister, you never could keep things you liked. Try and fix that.” She frowns at the letter. “The fuck is this?”

I have my hand clasped around my mouth as she takes the box away from me. “Olcay, wait!” I gasp, but she looks in.

Grabbing the hair, Olcay removes the head. The long flame-colored hair is a tangled mess of curls and waves. The face is pale pink with deep, hollow sockets where the eyes were.

“My head!” Olcay exclaims loudly. “Oh, my gods!” She kneels down beside me. “My love, where did you…? Oh, it doesn’t matter! It’s my head!” She places her head onto her neck, only for it to fall off and into my lap. “What bullshit is this?” she screams.

I hold her head in my arms. “Maybe it needs to be sewn back.” I look up at her. “You can’t expect a tear to heal on its own.”

Olcay grumbles but she finds a needle and thread for me. I gently go around her neck, making small, tight stitches. Olcay moans as I do so, enjoying the feeling of the needle. Once I finish the circle, a bright flame shoots from the seam. I fall back, clutching my hand as it gets burnt on the flame.

Olcay’s hair rises around her, the flame-colored locks glowing like dim candles. She turns to me, and the once-hollow sockets now have golden eyes peering through them. Horns rise up from her hair, similar to the ones on her helmet. Her mouth opens, revealing a jaw that unhinges like a snake’s.

“You’re beautiful,” I marvel.

Olcay kneels, taking my hand and kissing the burn so it heals. She bites her wrist and, as black blood bubbles up, she offers it to me. “I couldn’t offer you this until I was complete. Without my head, I couldn't make you mine.” She holds her wrist to me. “Now, I can finally love you.”

I drag my tongue against her skin, lapping up her blood. I drink from her, letting her hot blood dribble down my throat. The heat inside me grows and grows, becoming almost painful. Olcay pulls me into her arms, holding me to her. A light shines from the mark she left on my chest. I arch my back and scream. The pain overtakes me and I pass out in her arms.

When I awake, I see Olcay resting beside me. I sit up, seeing my hair has become pure white, and my skin is like fire opal. Olcay rises, and we are suddenly upon each other. We are kissing, heated and hungry. She pushes me down into the bed, dragging her sharp teeth down my skin.

“The world must see us,” she grabs me. “They must watch us!”

She carries me through her castle, taking me back to the dining hall. Everyone goes quiet, gasping as they see us. Olcay lays me down on the table, kissing me as she presses her powerful body on top of me. The room erupts in cheers and applause and soon, everyone joins us.

Olcay kisses down my body, nestling herself happily between my thighs. “I have been dying to taste you,” she growls. Her long black tongue swirls over me, rubbing against my clit. “My perfect one,” she moans. 

I gasp loudly, writhing on the table. I look up, seeing Idrio beside me. He kisses me as Olcay’s tongue slips inside. I whimper and look down, watching as Olcay slurps and moans. Her eyes roll back and I jerk. She rises up, licking her lips. “You want more, don’t you?” She tugs me up and presses me against her slit. She grinds herself against my face and, as I open my mouth, I feel her clit against my tongue. It becomes thicker and bigger until it is almost going down my throat. As she pulls back, she rubs it against my face.

She lays me back and rubs the shaft against my lips. Picking me up, she lowers me down onto it. I cry out in the victory of finally having Olcay inside me, finally making love to her. Behind me, Idrio presses his chest against my back. He joins Olcay, slipping himself inside me at the same time.

I can barely hold onto myself, I am surrounded and filled by the people I love most. I finally have Olcay, I still have Idrio, and both of them love me. All through the night, we share this love together and with others. 

“What am I now?” I ask Olcay as we curl up in bed.

“You’re mine.” Olcay whispers. She twists her fingers around mine and a ring suddenly appears. “My bride, my love, my eternal.”

The ring is gold with a black gem in the center. Olcay kisses it and then up my arm until her lips are against mine. “I have made you in my image, so forever you’ll remain.”

“I’m so happy,” I breathe. “I was so scared for a long time.”

“I couldn’t love you without killing you before. That is why I asked Idrio to take care of you.” Olcay presses me into the bed. “Knowing you at least had him was enough for me.”

I loop my legs around her waist. “Make love to me again.”

“Insatiable beast,” she chuckles. She brushes her fingers along my mound, gently pushing them inside. “Idrio is still inside you, I see,” she chuckles. “You’re so careless. If you keep this up, you’ll have a brood of chubby little babies.”

I moan against her neck as her fingers elicit sparks inside me. “You’re the one who keeps commanding him to do it.”

“I can lick it from you now,” she pants. Her fingers move inside me, spiraling while her thumb rubs my clit. “And perhaps I want a brood.”

I bite her shoulder, thrusting against her hand as my peak overwhelms me. I sink into the bed, gazing up dreamily at her. “An army?”

Olcay kisses me. “Yes, a tiny army.” She nuzzles to my cheek and kisses my hair. “Take the seed,” she commands me. “Let it grow.”

I kiss her, knowing that already the seed has taken root. By spring, I give birth to the first general of our army. We decided to raise her away from the castle, building us a new home with Idrio. She is indeed chubby, and is already growing small horns. 

Olcay watches me while I breastfeed, oftentimes sampling from my breast while the General sleeps. I produce so much milk, my breasts ache, so Olcay graciously helps me.

“Everything about you is sweet, my love,” Olcay pants as she lifts her head from my breast. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

“I prayed,” I chuckle as we kiss.

The General starts to cry, but Idrio fetches her and brings her to the bedroom. “I changed her diaper, but she was still fussy.” He sits with us and the General quiets.

“She likes to be with us.” I kiss Idrio’s cheek. “Her army.”

“We shall conquer worlds, my love,” Olcay whispers to the General. “As many as your cruel heart desires.”

“What if she desires peace?” Idrio teases.

Olcay bites his neck. “I will still love her! But look at her, how could she not be the General of the new world?”

I snuggle up against Idrio. “She has already captured so much.” I smile at her. “And she will never be locked in a cage.”