Chapter 37 Divine Permissions, Lorian
DIVINE PERMISSIONS, LORIAN
The feed from Eve's activities streams across my private display, as I lounge in my office. She's been busy this morning. Remarkably busy. She’s sent encrypted messages to Terra Ka with patrol schedules, room assignments, and even the frequency rotation for the neural dampening fields.
My clever little heretic, so thorough in her treason.
I trace my finger along the holographic timeline of her activities.
She spent seventeen minutes in the restricted archives last night, pulling schematics for the holding cells.
She spent forty-three minutes composing her intelligence report, careful to mask her terminal access through three proxy nodes.
And the best part? She thinks no one notices.
The intelligence she's sending Terra Ka is accurate. Mostly. The patrol schedules are real, but I've arranged for convenient gaps. The transport information is correct, though I've neglected to mention the secondary security protocols. Let Terra Ka make their attempt.
The display shifts to her current location, the reception desk. She's reviewing arrival manifests for the Grand Championship competitors, no doubt cataloging which humans might be saved.
Time for her daily devotion.
I activate my private communication channel, bypassing the standard hotel systems. The message appears instantly on her terminal.
I watch as her biometrics spike immediately with fear, anticipation, and yes, there it is, arousal. The Venus Lock begins its programmed response to her emotional state, creating that delicious feedback loop of want and denial she's grown accustomed to.
After a second, she smooths out her uniform and then says to Lira, “Sovereign Lorian has requested my presence.”
Lira nods, and Eve leaves her reception desk.
I dismiss the displays and make my own way down, taking the private lift that opens directly into the sacred space.
The shrine welcomes me like a lover. The twelve holographic goddesses turn their faces as I enter, their light casting shadows that dance across the ritual floor.
I'm already kneeling at the altar when Eve arrives, my back to the door. My ceremonial robe falls open to my waist as I complete my preparatory meditation. I let her see the scars across my shoulders from last week's penance and leave her to wonder what sins I've been atoning for.
"You're late," I say without turning.
"I'm sorry, Sovereign. I was—"
"Excuses bore me." I rise in one fluid motion, facing her. "Kneel."
She drops to her knees immediately.
I circle her slowly.
Her breathing has picked up.
"Eyes down," I snap. "You haven't earned the privilege of meeting my gaze today."
She obeys, but I catch the flash of curiosity in her expression. Even through her fear, her magnificent mind is working, trying to understand the game.
"Strip."
Her hands shake as she reaches for the fastenings of her uniform. "Sovereign, please, I—"
"I don't recall asking for explanations. I said strip."
The uniform pools around her knees, her undergarments follow, and then she kneels naked before me on the stone floor.
I retrieve something special from the altar. She doesn't see what until I'm standing directly before her.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
Her lips part, and I place the small silver disc on her pink tongue.
"Blessed sugar from the Grand City Temple," I explain. "The priestesses infuse it with properties that enhance sensation. Close your mouth. Let it dissolve."
I watch her pupils dilate as the sugar begins its work. Every nerve ending will be singing within minutes. Every touch will be magnified. Every sensation will be amplified until pleasure becomes almost indistinguishable from pain.
"Now then." I settle onto the meditation bench, arranging my robes. "Tell me about the Grand Championships. Are you prepared to see so many human pets competing for their lives? Because I’m not sure that you really are."
She makes a sound of distress around the dissolving sugar. I can see her throat working, wanting to swallow so that she can answer me.
"Ah, ah. Let it melt completely first. While we wait, let me share with you what I know." I lean back casually. I watch as she starts to get nervous. She thinks I’m going to mention Terra Ka. Instead I say, “You’ve been talking to the doctor about your Venus Lock. You don’t know how much longer you can take this.
The Hallo root isn’t taking the edge off like it used to.
And you know what I think?” I ask rhetorically.
“I think you’re worried about becoming too aroused and slipping into insanity seeing all these naked humans led around and used during the Grand Championships.
I know your Venus Lock hit its limit yesterday.
I thought you were with Rafe, but no, you were watching Starshine’s trainer bring her to orgasm in the Grand Lobby. ”
"Sovereign, I—"
"You thought we didn’t know?" I stand, moving behind her.
I run a single finger down her spine, and she arches like I've used a shock prod.
“Did you want to strip off your clothes and beg for Starshine’s trainer to make you come?
Are you going to forget all about the contract you have with us and your position at the Celestial Spire for an orgasm? "
"No, Sovereign, I just—" She cuts herself off, but it's too late.
"Finish the thought."
"It makes me physically exhausted to be so aroused all the time, Sovereign."
"Interesting, because you don’t seem tired. I’ve checked your terminal. You’ve been working your regular hours and then some.”
Silence. Beautiful, telling silence.
I crouch beside her, close enough that my breath reaches her ear. With the blessed sugar in her system, even that slight sensation makes her shudder.
“Perhaps what’s really bothering you is that you want something you can’t have.” I stroke her back again. “Tell me, Eve, when the Venus Lock edges you closer to madness and you're begging the darkness for release, whose names escape your lips? Starshine’s trainer or ours?”
Her whole body flushes. The blessed sugar makes even her shame feel like pleasure. "That's not—I don't—"
"Lie to me again, and this session becomes significantly less pleasant."
She swallows hard. "You and Sovereign Rafe. Both of you. Together. I say your names when I’m begging in the darkness.”
"And does that shame you? Wanting two men who employ you at the same time?"
"Yes, Sovereign. The hierarchy. You’re so far above me. It’s wrong to fantasize about you both. And…” She trails off.
I trace my finger along her jaw, watching her fight not to lean into my touch. "And you want us despite what happens at the Celestial Spire with humans. Do you know what that makes you?"
"A hypocrite."
"No." I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my eyes. "It makes you human."
The confusion in her expression is priceless.
"Humans are creatures of contradiction," I continue. "You crave freedom while longing for chains."
I release her chin and move to the altar, retrieving the ritual oil. "The Empire understood this centuries ago. Why fight human nature when you can celebrate it?"
"Is that what this is, Sovereign?" There's an edge to her voice now, her intelligence reasserting itself. "Sanctification?"
"Would you prefer degradation? I can provide that too." I pour oil into my palm, warming it between my hands. "Now stand."
She rises. The blessed sugar should have reached its full potency by now.
"The goddesses teach us that pleasure shared is worship," I say, moving behind her and placing my oil-slick hands on her shoulders.
She cries out at the contact, the blessed compounds mixing to create a sensation beyond normal human experience, and I begin to work the oil into her skin with slow and firm strokes.
I smooth it over her shoulders, down her arms, across her large breasts until they shine, nipples hard and begging for a mouth to suck on them.
Then I work lower, circling her belly and spreading her thighs. The Venus Lock glows faintly between them, framed by the dark curls, thick and glistening with oil.
“This is what a human body should look like. Not the shaved, polished doll you thought you had to be when you arrived. I told you to stop cutting it away, and now look—” I tug again at the springy hair, making her whimper. “Every curl is mine to pull.”
Her hips begin to rock against the lock.
I smear more oil between her thighs, gliding over her human fur, down her inner legs. Then my hands slip back up her backside. “Under your arms too,” I say, dragging my slick fingers up to stroke the dark tufts there.
She can’t help but moan as the sugar amplifies every stroke.
“Get back on your knees, human. You are going to prove your loyalty by opening your mouth for me in an Eclipse Kiss.”
Her whole body goes rigid, and she hesitates. "Sovereign, the Eclipse Kiss is forbidden."
"It's worship." I turn her to face me, keeping my hands on her shoulders. "It’s the ultimate act of submission."
She looks up at me, her brown eyes wide with fear.
I stroke her cheek with one oil-slick finger. "My beautiful little walking temptation. Sin with me.” I stop myself before I mention her helping Terra Ka.
"Please, Sovereign."
I pull her against me, letting her feel the hard planes of my body through the thin silk of my ceremonial robe. "I need proof of your loyalty, Eve.”
My hand slides into her brown hair, gripping just hard enough to make her gasp. "Now kneel."
She drops to her knees slowly.
I let my robe fall completely open.
"You're going to worship at my altar," I tell her. "You're going to take my cock into that perfect human mouth and show the goddesses how a human proves their loyalty. And, Eve?" I tilt her chin up again. "You're going to love every second of it."
"Sovereign, the rules—"
I brush my thumb across her lower lip. "Shhh, don’t think about the rules. Tell me what you want."
"I want—" She can't finish.
"Tell me."
"I want to worship you. I want to sin with you, Sovereign. I want to do the Eclipse Kiss with you. I want you to fill my mouth with your cock in deprivation.”
"Then sin beautifully for me now.”
Her lips hover around the tip of my cock. I can feel her warm breath on me, but she’s hesitating. I curl a hand in her hair and press her mouth forward until it closes around me.
“Good,” I say. “Prove your loyalty to me.”
The blessed sugar would make even her tongue hypersensitive. So it’s no surprise when she moans against my cock, the sound vibrating erotically up my length.
I hold her hair in my fist, forcing her pace. “Worship me properly. Take me like the sinner you are. Stretch that little mouth open wide.”
Her technique is clumsy, wet and unpracticed, but her desperation is perfect. Drool spills down her chin; strands of it cling to her breasts as she struggles to obey.
I tilt her head, angling deeper, savoring the gag that makes her eyes water.
“The goddesses see you now,” I say, pulling her off long enough for her to gasp for breath before shoving her back down on my cock that is way too big for her little mouth.
“They see you, on your knees, choking on your Sovereign’s cock.
Tell me, little human—do you feel damned, or do you feel divine? ”
She gags again, whimpering, but takes more of me in her small mouth. Her throat convulses, and I reward her with a pulse through the Venus Lock that makes her hips grind helplessly against the floor.
“Eyes up.”
Her brown gaze finds mine, tears are streaking down her face, spit is shining on her lips. She looks wrecked, ruined, holy. And there’s no one in the galaxy like her, and no matter what Rafe says, I’m never giving her up.
“When I finish,” I warn her, tightening my grip in her hair until she whimpers, “you will swallow everything. You will drink me down like sacrament.”
Her throat convulses around me, gagging as I hold her to me, but she doesn’t pull away. “Loyalty is this—your mouth stretched, your jaw aching, and your pride swallowed along with my come. Look at me.”
Her eyes rise, desperate and wet, and the sight almost makes me lose it.
“Yes,” I hiss. “Cry for me. Worship me. Every tear proves your devotion more than any oath you could speak, or piece of jewelry you could wear.”
She whimpers around me, saliva bubbling at the corners of her lips, but her hot tongue flicks against me with frantic obedience.
“You love it,” I taunt, grinding deeper into her throat until she gags hard enough her whole body shudders. “Don’t you dare deny it. Your cunt is wet while you choke for me. You’re proving your loyalty with spit and tears.”
Her muffled moan confirms it. The lock punishes her with another brutal wave, forcing her hips to jerk against the floor.
“My good human,” I groan, my pace quickening. I yank her down hard, holding her there, her nose buried against my skin as I spill into her throat.
“Swallow,” I growl, holding her hair tight so she can’t pull away. “Every. Fucking. Drop.”
She chokes, gags, but obeys. Her throat working and eyes locked on mine, swallowing me like I’m a god giving her a divine drink.
When I finally let her go, she pulls back gasping, strands of saliva connecting her lips to me. I cup her jaw, smearing her spit and tears across her face like paint. “That,” I say, “is loyalty.”
She bows her head, trembling. The emblem Rafe gave her catches my eye from where it hangs off her uniform on the floor. Rafe likes to give her material things, but I like to give her things she can never lose, like memories of sensations.
“Now return to your desk as if nothing happened. Smile at the guests with those lips that were on my cock and remember whose seed is still warm inside you.”
She staggers to her feet, clothes clutched to her chest, face still shining with spit and tears. The goddess holograms stare down in silent blessing.
When Eve has left, I kneel before the goddesses again, beginning my own prayers. Not for forgiveness, but for the strength to guide her descending arc when Eve finds out what we really have trained her for.