Conquest Deity Girlfriend: Olcay Part One (complete)

I was kept secret for most of my life, hidden away so I would not be seen and stolen. My mother was worried people would see me and want me for their own. I was locked up like some sort of gem or treasure, tended to by only blind and castrated servants. I often wondered why I was being punished when all I had ever done was be born.

Separated from my tutors by a wall so they could not see me, I learned a great many things. I was rigorously taught religion, and about the gods. I learned about the dead god-king and his horsemen of famine, war, conquest, death, and pestilence. I was taught that even though these things had been defeated, they would not stay away for long. When the time was right, these horsemen would return with a vengeance on the world, so we must prepare ourselves. 

My mother was a horribly paranoid woman, and I blame her religion for that. She did everything to assure that when the day of reckoning came and the horsemen were at her door, she would not fall to their hands. She did everything the priests told her to do, and in part, she was controlled by them. The priests had free rein of everything and ruled the kingdom as a shadow court. 

Through it all, I was kept locked to my prison. I read the books on the horsemen, finding myself longing for them to return. I prayed they would come and destroy everything I could see from my window. I prayed they would kill all the priests. I prayed they would raise my mother’s severed head on a spike. I was angry and tired of being kept in a cage. I would gladly watch the whole world burn for even a second of freedom.

I discovered there was a way to reach out to the horsemen through dreams, and I taught myself how enter the realm between waking and sleep. The first few times I tried it, the world I entered was all gray and filled with fog. My feet were frozen, but my hands were burning hot and when I breathed my breath was a cloud of blood-red smoke. It took me a few times, but eventually, I was able to travel there consistently in my dreams. Despite the toll it took on me when I awoke, I was eager to reach out and have my desires made reality.

One night, as I enter the realm, I realize right away that something is different. There is a throne in the center of the fog, and sitting upon it is a figure clad all in gold. I approach the foot of the throne, and a boot with a spiked heel slams down before me. I kneel and press my lips to the boot. I lick along the gold, feeling a strange sensation in my loins as I do.

The toe of the boot presses under my chin and lifts my head up. “My, my,” a dark, sultry voice whispers in the fog. “Is this the annoying little thing that has been reaching out to me?”

I try to find their face in the fog, but all I see is gold armor. “Might you be one of the horsemen?” My voice trembles as I speak. “I am Princess Neylan, and I have been trying to find you.”

They chuckle. “And why would you be reaching out to a horseman now, of all times? Do you not know they are fallen?”

“But they will return.” I rise up more from the ground. “And when they do, I want them to destroy my home.”

The gold clad figure moans under their breath. “You’ve piqued my interest, little princess. Go on.” They wave their hand, and I see their gauntlet has sharp talons capped on each finger. “Tell me your desires.”

“I have been kept prisoner all my life. My mother is convinced evil will befall her and has allowed the church to take control of everything. I am miserable, and I am filled with hatred and anger. I desire to watch the whole world burn even for a breath of fresh air.” I clasp my hands to my chest. “If you are one of the horsemen, I beg of you - I will do whatever it takes for you to grant me my wish.”

“That,” they hiss slowly, “is unbearably arousing.” They rise up from the throne, standing tall over me. “You will do whatever it takes, you say?” They kick me, and I fall onto my back. Their boot lands on my chest, and the sharp heel pokes between my breasts.

I wrap my hands around their ankle. “Anything and all things. I swear this unto you.”

They stab their heel into my chest, and I cry out loud. The ache in my loins is hotter and I am growing wet.

They remove their boot and step away from me. “You won’t wait long, little princess,” they laugh. “Your wish will come true, but not without a price.”

I wake up in bed coughing and shuddering. I feel a pain in my chest, and when I open up my nightgown, I see a mark between my breasts. It’s pitch-black, and in the shape of a circle with a dot in the center. I reach down, feeling between my thighs. I’m wet, and I think I have started my monthly bleeding. But as I touch myself, I find pleasure, and when I pull back my hand, my fingers are covered in a strange nectar. 

Days go by and I wonder if I had truly met with a horseman, or if perhaps my dreams were simply indulging my fantasies. Then again, what does this mark mean, and where did it come from? I know I have to be patient. I can’t expect my desires to be fulfilled within a day. 

Then one day, I wake to chaos. 

I hear screams beyond my window, but before I can even rise from bed, my door is bashed down. The priests rush in, grabbing me and ripping my clothes from my body. I am dragged from my room, naked and terrified. I am taken outside to the courtyard, where I am tossed onto the cold ground. I try to scurry away, but I am grabbed by my hair. They pull so hard I am afraid they will rip my scalp off. Instead, a blade slashes and cuts off all my hair.

“The time is at hand!” I hear my mother scream. “We must make the sacrifice so our kingdom will be spared!”

I look up from the ground, trying to cover myself. I see my mother with a torch in hand, and, beyond her, the sky appears to be on fire. 

“Conquest is here!” My mother continues to scream. “They will take us if we do not give them the sacrifice!”

“Mother!” I try to cry out to her.

“I kept my promise to the priests!” My mother motions towards me. “Let the sacrifice be given so we will be-”

The wall of the courtyard erupts inward and, as I look up, I see a massive red bull climbing over the debris. My mother is toppled by a stone, and lays with her legs trapped beneath it. The priests all stand away from me but are suddenly grabbed by dark shadows that rise up from the earth and hold them aloft.

The rider of the red bull drops down, and I see the spiked gold boots from my dreams. Their golden armor is illuminated by the fires just outside. They step over my mother and stand before me, kneeling down. Their head is adorned by a golden helmet with massive horns dripping in blood. I cannot see their face, but I long to kiss them.

“Your wish is granted, little princess.” They hold my face in their palm. “Are you ready to give payment?”

My mother is screaming incoherently behind us. As I glance back towards her, I see her fingers bloody from scraping at the stone, and she is all but foaming at the mouth. I glance back to Conquest and my lips part softly. 

“What is your name, my lord?” I ask.

“Olcay,” they sigh. Their fingers slip between my breasts to the mark they left. “Now answer me. Will you pay?”

I nod. “Yes. Please, take it.”

Olcay lays me back on the ground and removes one of their gauntlets. In the view of all the priests and my mother, Olcay slides their hand down my body. I feel that same heat pool in my loins again, and I close my eyes.

Olcay’s fingers rub my mound, then squeeze me in their palm. I gasp out loud as my mother screams. Olcay’s free hand wraps around my throat, and I shiver as the hot metal digs into my skin.

Olcay’s fingers slip inside me and I cry out at the sensation. It is strange for me, and I wriggle as their fingers move. Olcay presses against my throat.

“Keep still, little princess,” they snarl.

“Forgive me,” I mewl. I wrap my hands around their wrist. “It feels strange.”

Olcay moans. “It will feel better soon.” Their thumb lands between my folds, rubbing against me and hitting a nerve that makes me lose my breath. How can a touch feel so good? What was I not told?

Olcay slowly pulls out their fingers and raises them up for all to see. “This is virgin blood!” Olcay laughs loudly. “And it is mine!” They smear their fingers down their armor before returning them to me. “As is this.”

I cry out, gasping for breath as their fingers move inside me. I grab tighter around their wrist as my lashes begin to flutter. My eyes are rolling to the back of my head as their strong fingers reach a spot inside me that has me feeling I might lose my mind.

All eyes are on me, everyone can see, and yet I do not care. I want them to watch, I want them all to know it is because of me that Olcay is here. An overwhelming sensation floods me. I cannot breathe. My whole body tenses, and the spot that Olcay was rubbing with their thumb pulses. 

Olcay pulls away their hand from my mound, their fingers covered in sticky nectar. Their hand is lifted from my throat and they scoop me up from the ground. They carry me to their red bull and lay me across its back.

I must have blacked out, because when I awake, I am in a dark, cold room. A fur pelt shifts from my naked body as I rise. The few candles that are lit illuminate the gold that is everywhere. My loins are sore, but the dull ache is a small pleasure of its own.

I see a figure in the shadows. When it walks towards me, I see it is a woman. She is wearing Olcay’s horned helmet, and her body is strong and muscular. Her skin is deep red, with black veins pushing towards the surface. Her breasts slope towards her sides, and the thick, dark nipples are pierced with gold hoops that are attached by a chain.

“Sleep well, my pet?” She crawls onto the foot of the bed. 

I shiver and avoid looking at her.

Olcay’s strong hand grabs my throat and pulls me forward. “Answer me.”

Her grip both hurts and feels wonderful. My nipples grow hard as her fingers flex. “Yes,” I gasp. 

Olcay laughs darkly as her hand glides down from my throat. “Don’t worry, I won’t be your last. Not yet anyway.” She pinches my nipples, pulling at them and squeezing them hard. I cry out, growing wet the harder she does it.

“You’re absolutely perfect,” Olcay moans as she pulls her fingers away.

I pull back, covering myself and squeezing my thighs together to dull the ache. “Thank you, my lord.”

Olcay sighs, sitting back as she looks at me. “Your mother is dead,” she tells me. “All her priests are dead as well.” She tilts her head to the side. “Your kingdom is mine, all your people now belong to me. You are no longer a princess, nor will you ever be a queen. You are mine,” she snarls. “You will be my pet, my plaything, and you will submit to me.”

“Will you do to me what you did before?” The spot I am sitting has gone wet from my loins. 

“What was that?” Olcay purrs suggestively.

I move back the furs and expose myself to her. I reach down, touching myself, trying to copy what she had done in the courtyard. “In the end, there was this amazing feeling you gave me.”

“That was an orgasm,” Olcay laughs out loud. “Did you not know that?”

I shake my head. “I only know what the priests taught me.”

Olcay scoffs. “Of course you do.” She grabs my hand away from myself. “You’re aroused, my pet,” she whispers to me. “Your sweet cunt is wet and hot because it wants to be touched and played with. An orgasm happens when it is played with just right.”

I look down at her thighs. I place my palm to them. “Can I play with yours?”

Olcay grabs the nape of my neck and pulls me back. “Not just yet.” She tosses me aside and stands up off the bed. “I am not some knight in shining armor.” She walks across the dark room to a golden wardrobe, which she opens. “I am not your hero, I am not your savior.” From inside, she takes out a sword and a gold chain.

“I didn’t want that,” I whisper. “I just wanted everything to be destroyed. It didn’t matter if I was saved or died with everyone else.”

Olcay returns, placing a collar around my throat attached to the gold chain.

“Stand up,” Olcay commands me.

I do so, touching the collar around my throat. Olcay stands so much taller than me. She’s stronger too, and my heart hammers with excitement. 

Olcay tugs the chain. “Follow me, my pet.” She walks ahead, going down a dark corridor. As we walk, torches come alight, revealing the golden hallway we’re in. We then come to a set of doors, which open into a dining hall full of armor-clad warriors reveling in their victories. There are big burly men covered in hair, small vicious goblins, giant minotaurs and orcs wearing nothing but leather. There are feminine elves towards the back, cackling and laughing. 

I also see that aside from feasting and drinking, many are having sex out in the open. There are naked bodies all over the room - on top of tables, pressed against walls. I see the cock of an orc, my first ever.

As Olcay steps into the room, she walks through the center, parting the sea of warriors until she comes to a platform holding a throne and table. She picks me up, setting me on the table like a meal. She then raises her sword in the air.

“Tonight is victory!” Olcay announces loudly. “So we shall celebrate!”

The crowd erupts, most of them raising their own swords or weapons into the air.

“Behold our prize,” Olcay laughs as she slips the blade of the sword against my neck. “Once a princess, but now a pet.” She steps behind me and opens up my thighs wide. “This treasure chest has only tasted my fingers.” She moves the sword down and rubs the cold steel against me. 

“Olcay,” I tremble. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” she whispers to me. “Your fear is mine, and I will tell you when to have it.” She takes the gold hilt of the sword against me. Slowly, she eases the rounded top inside me. “You do not have to worry about anything anymore,” Olcay moans as she eases more of the hilt inside me. “Your mind can be empty, and I will be all your thoughts.” 

My inner walls squeeze around the shaft as my eyes focus on the crowd. Most have given into fornication or have begun to touch themselves while watching me. My arousal has turned to fire, and I desire more than the hilt of Olcay’s sword.

“They’re all watching,” Olcay hisses. “They’re all wanting you.” She moves the sword within me, pulling it out then shoving it back in. “They’re all watching my sword fuck your unspoilt cunt.”

I whimper, biting down on my lip as my wetness grows.

“Do you like it?” Olcay snarls.

“Yes,” I cry out. “My lord, I love it.”

Olcay waves for a warrior to approach. She removes the sword from inside me and moves the hilt covered in my cream towards him. He licks it, moaning in pleasure as he strokes himself.

Olcay’s fingers slip inside me again. “Is there one you see that you want?” She whispers to me. 

“Why not you?” I mewl.

Olcay laughs. “You are not yet ready for me, my pet.” She rubs her fingertips to my lips. “You have many battles to go before then.” She lifts her head, looking around the room. “Now tell me, right now - what do you want?”

“Whatever you want,” I answer her.

“You are perfect,” Olcay purrs. She walks back down into the crowd, picking out one of her warriors for me. She returns, holding her choice by his cock. The man looks like a demon, all red and covered in horrible scars. His huge black horns arch back from forehead, and he has sharp fangs. 

Olcay strokes her choice’s cock. “Will this do?”

I nod and stand from the table. The creature stands taller than me, but nothing like Olcay. I look to her for what to do, and she places her hand atop my head. I sink down to my knees as Olcay lays the warrior’s big, red cock on my face. 

“Pleasure him,” Olcay commands me. “If you fail, you’ll be punished.”

I stick my tongue out, licking up his shaft. I timidly take him between both palms, stroking him. He sneers, his lip curling up over his teeth. I lick him again, taking his tip into my mouth. I look up again, seeing his yellow eyes narrow at me.

I take more of him into my mouth, slurping on him. Olcay steps aside, watching as I try to pleasure him. I reach down, touching myself as the ache has grown unbearable. I continue to stroke and lick the creature, but he soon pulls away from me.

Olcay grabs me, slamming me down onto the table, smashing my cheeks against the top. She then strikes me, slapping my ass hard. I scream, gasping as she spanks me again. It hurts, but it also feels good.

Olcay spreads me open with both hands and, from behind, I feel her warrior’s cock press for entrance. He feels hot, stretching me as he pushes inside. Olcay spanks me again as he sinks deeper. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I am completely wrapped around Olcay’s finger.

The warrior’s cock lunges deep, pulling out before slamming back inside. All the while, Olcay spanks me, rubbing my ass and then spanking me again. I can’t describe the feeling, it’s too much all at once. The warrior’s cock stretches me, touching places inside I didn’t know I could feel. Olcay’s spanking makes it somehow better.

Soon, I am overcome again. That same all-encompassing feeling of bursting crashes through my body. The creature snarls, rutting harder and harder until there is a heat inside me I’ve never felt before. Pulling away from me, Olcay’s fingers replace him.

“He left a mighty load inside you. How does it feel to have your first taste of a man’s come?” I feel the heat seep from me, dripping out in thick globs the more Olcay stirs me up.

“Come?” I whimper.

Olcay’s fingers press against my tongue. The flavor is bitter and strong as Olcay serves it to me. “Taste that?” she moans into my ear. “He gave every drop to you.” She then steps behind me. Her fingers smear my wetness and the warrior’s seed my backside. Her fingers toy with my ass, smearing come all around until her fingers sink inside.

“Olcay!” I whine. “That feels weird!”

Her fingers plunge into my ass, opening me up even more. “You may need training here,” she scoffs. “But that’s what I expected.” She keeps wiggling her fingers inside me. She pulls away, bringing up another one of her warriors.

His cock pushes inside me, filling my slit like the one before. Olcay sits back and watches, letting warrior after warrior take me. Men and women all have a chance if they want one. All the while, even though Olcay holds the chain around my neck, I feel free. 

I wake back in Olcay’s room. The chain is tied to the bedpost so I cannot leave. My body is sore all over and my slit feels mushy and hot. I like this feeling.

I look aside, seeing Olcay’s helmet resting in a chair. The further I look into the shadows, the more I can make out Olcay’s form lying there. She’s completely naked, but I cannot see her head. She turns, as if noticing me staring. Walking forward, I she has no head on her shoulders.

“How do you feel?” she asks. Red smoke flows from her headless neck. “Your first day as my pet, are you exhausted of it yet?”

“I’m not sure,” I murmur. “My body feels weak, but my mind is racing with possibilities.”

“That’s good,” Olcay murmurs. “You pleased me today. I thought for sure you’d break.” She laughs, throwing her shoulders back. “But you are perfect. I should have given you more credit.”

“Is it strange I liked it?” I ask timidly. I glance back to her. “Because I did. I feel like such a thing should be wrong, like I should be ashamed of myself… and yet I am in love with this feeling.”

Olcay takes the chain and picks me up from the bed. She carries me to a gold basin and sets me into the hot water. “Only those who are worthy of me can find me to ask me a favor,” she whispers to me. “The anger inside you, the desire - it was all meant for me.”

“That makes me happy,” I sigh as my body melts in the hot water.

Olcay sinks into the water, sitting behind me. I rest against her strong body, delighted to feel her all around me. “I cannot wait to show you what I have in store for you.” Her strong hands knead my breasts. “The worlds I will give you,” she snarls. “The people who I will give you to,” she moans. “I will let you have it all.”

“When will I have you?” I whimper softly.

“Soon, my pet.” Olcay places her hand around my throat. “Do not grow impatient, or else I will make the wait worse.”

I look up to see a figure come from the shadows. It’s the red, demon-like warrior from before. “This is Idrio. I could tell he was your favorite,” she whispers. “He came inside you many times last night.”

“I remember,” I coo.

“He’s going to train you, make you a fine warrior.” Olcay moans. 

“A warrior?” I glance back to Olcay. “Like the rest of them?”

Olcay chuckles. “Not exactly.” She runs her fingers through what remains of my hair, and all of a sudden it sprouts forth and cascades down. The long locks float on the surface of the water. “But you will see.” She rubs my shoulders. 

Idrio kneels by the side of the basin. “Thank you for this honor.”

“I trust her with you, Idrio,” Olcay says. “She’s going to be very important to us in the future.” 

Idrio stands again, and I marvel at his cock as it stands erect. “What are you going to teach me?” I ask him.

I take Idrio’s hand as he helps me rise from the tub. He sits down in a chair and has me kneel before him. I look back at Olcay as she watches and I smile at her.

“It is obvious you’ve never seen a cock before this night.” He grabs hold of the back of my head and freshly grown hair. “I am going to teach you how to pleasure one properly.” His dark, husky voice makes me excited. He takes himself into his hand, holding his cock so the tip is pressed against my lips. “The head is important, it is where all the nerves lie. Pleasure it first and foremost.”

I dart my tongue around the tip, circling it around and kissing it.

“Good, good,” Idrio snarls. He then lifts his cock up and presses my face against his sack. “The seed is stored here. If you wish for a potent and heavy load, you must pleasure these as well. Go on, try.”

I lick him, tasting a dark musk. I open my mouth, pressing my tongue there and slowly taking one testicle into my mouth.

“Yes, good girl,” Idrio snarls. “Just like that. Now the other.”

I release him with a pop and suck on the other ball. His fingers pull my hair and I love the sensation. His cock slaps against my face, and I look up at him.

“Now,” Idrio growls. “Relax your body and open your mouth.”

I do as he says, pushing my tongue out as he slides his cock along it. His shaft enters my mouth and, as he hits my throat, I gag and choke. He pulls my hair hard. “Relax, I said!” He commands. “Breathe through your nose, allow it.”

I do as he says, looking up at him with teary eyes. He presses at my throat again, quickly pulling away when he feels me tense. He tries again, and this time, I breathe, letting him hit my throat. 

“Yes, good girl.” He forces my head up and down “You’re doing so well.” He pulls me up as I gasp, my saliva strings from his tip to my lips.

“Come now,” he pats his lap. “Take your reward.”

I look back to Olcay, then climb up into Idrio’s lap. I sit down, taking his cock inside me. Idrio’s mouth sinks around my nipple, sucking and biting me as his claws dig into my ass.

“Listen to your body,” he moans against my skin. “Do what it commands now.”

I rise up and sink back down, slowly moving on him. I press my hands to his chest as I bob up and down in his lap. I then arch my hips forward making sure his cock grinds against a certain spot as I move. 

“Yes, very good,” Idrio moans. “It feels good for us both, doesn’t it?” His claws drag across my flesh. 

“Yes, sir,” I mewl. “Your cock feels amazing inside me.”

Idrio smirks and leans forward, kissing me. He bites my tongue and then drags his teeth down my neck. “I’m glad.” He stills me, gripping my thighs. “Feel that?” He breathes into my ear. “That twitching?”

I nod, biting my lip. “You’re going to come inside me, right?”

He shakes his head. “Get back on your knees.”

I hear Olcay giggle excitedly.

I do as commanded, kneeling before Idrio. His cock is covered in my nectar, which I lick away. I take him back into my mouth, sucking his tip as my palms knead his sack. Idrio’s fingers claw down my scalp, grabbing the nape of my neck. He pushes me down, snarling as his come floods my mouth. I choke and gag again, but only for a moment. I breathe through my nose, relaxing and then swallowing.

“How is she?” Olcay sighs from the tub.

“She’s a natural,” Idrio pants. He stands up shakily and lays me there on the ground. He sinks his head between my thighs, and his mouth suctions around my slit. His fingers sink into me and I shiver against the cold floor. I look up, seeing Olcay watching. I focus on her as Idrio rewards me for passing my lesson. My come coats his tongue, and Idrio licks me clean.

“Wonderful,” Olcay rises from the tub. “Keep up the good work, my pet,” she says. “And soon, your reward will be great.”