Chapter 58 Beautiful Sinner, Lorian
BEAUTIFUL SINNER, LORIAN
With Rafe gone, the air between Eve and me has shifted. Without his moderating presence, we're left with what remains.
Master and slave.
"Come with me, Eve," I say, holding her leash. "We're going to the shrine."
Eve gets up from her chair and allows me to clip the leash onto her collar and then follows me out the door without question, walking behind me as required.
As we enter the shrine, it welcomes us with the scent of incense, and the twelve goddesses in their silver holographic forms rotating slowly watching us. I seal the doors and activate the privacy protocols that will keep even the Starlight Array from being able to monitor us.
"Strip," I command Eve.
She obeys, letting the thin pet clothing pool at her feet, and I notice Rafe's silver ring glinting on her thumb.
"Do you know why I brought you to the shrine?" I ask, running a hand through her long brown hair.
"To atone."
"To atone for what?" I ask wondering what she’s done now.
"Everything." Her voice is steady. "For the lives I saved that cost you millions. For the love I feel that I shouldn't. For wanting things that make me a hypocrite. But I can’t truly atone here. These are not my goddesses; they’re yours, and they can’t grant me salvation."
I trail one grey finger along her collar. "You pray to the wrong god. You know how I know?”
She doesn’t answer me.
“Only goddesses can give birth.”
“My God said he created us.”
“Are you androids or people? A man can create machines, but not give birth to life.”
“What do you want if not atonement?” she asks.
“Kneel.” I retrieve the ceremonial whip and show it to her.
She drops gracefully, assuming the penitent's position. Her back is gorgeous and unmarked, except for Rafe’s and mine tattoos, marking her as our prisoner.
I take aim and then strike. The first strike is gentle, just enough to wake the nerves.
She gasps but doesn't cry out. The second is harder.
By the fifth, she's shaking. By the tenth, tears are streaming down her beautiful face.
"Confess; tell the goddesses your sins and desires.”
"I shouldn't love you… my slave owners, but I do. You’re terrible men, but I choose to stay with you.”
Another strike. "More."
"Not only do I love you when I’m awake, but when I’m asleep. I dream about you both, and I touch myself."
The whip cracks again. "What else?"
"I would do it all over again. I would save more humans, and I want you to hurt me for what I’ve felt and done here. For lying about the humans being willing participants, for accepting your job, for being greedy, for lying. But still I would do it all again to be here right now.”
“Even if it means you will always be ours.” I hold the whip, waiting for her answer.
“Yes.”
I breathe heavy and close my eyes. I let my hands fall to my sides, then I raise my wrist and whip her again. “Atone, Eve. Atone.”
“I’ve nothing else to say, Lorian!”
“There’s more!” I say, continuing to whip her.
“I want you to hurt me until I stop caring about my shame,” she cries. “I want nothing left but sensation. I want to feel… nothing. I want to be as empty inside as everyone in this fucking galaxy thinks I ought to be because I was born human.”
I set aside the whip, kneel behind her, and breathe quietly against her neck. She smells intoxicating. Her fear and arousal mixed together. The minutes pass and then I ask in a whisper, “Tell me what you want.”
"I want the goddesses to make me into something that can bear this. Something that can be property by day and person by night without going insane.”
"Do you think you're really going insane?"
"Aren't I? Aren’t you? Loving my captors? Loving your slave? It’s not right. You know that.”
I choose not to answer her.
“I feel things, Lorian. I’m not without a heart or soul. You know I’m not.”
I stare at her as if her eyes are going to reveal something to me I haven’t already seen.
Then, she slaps me hard, and the holographic goddesses all turn to witness it.
I move around and kiss her in reply, tasting tears, and she responds with desperate hunger.
"Stand," I order when we break apart. "Arms up. I’m not convinced you do have a soul. We aren’t done here."
Her mouth opens, but no words come out for a second. Then she says, “I have a soul, Lorian. You know I do.” Her voice reveals her desperation for my acknowledgment. Then, under her breath I hear, “You can be such a fucking bastard.”
I let that slide and say, “I’m not convinced you do have a soul.” Then, I take her wrists and attach them to a chain above us. “What do you think the goddesses see when they look at you?”
"An alien living among their people."
I trail my fingers along her ribs, feeling her shiver. "They see a human woman discovering who she really is."
"You mean collared, locked, and owned by powerful men I chose to own me?"
I pick up the sacred oil from a nearby alcove and warm it between my palms. "Power isn't about the leash, Eve.”
The oils make her skin shimmer as I work them in slowly. Each touch is calculated to build sensation. She writhes in her bonds, caught between pleasure and the lingering pain from the whip.
"Lorian," she begs as I find a particularly sensitive spot in her furry folds. "Please... I need... "
“I know what you need,” I say and press against her back.
"Let me show you how the goddesses love their daughters.
" Her thighs twitch under my hands, the sacred oils running down in rivulets.
I trace the path with my fingers. "You're trembling.
Is it the pain that makes you shake or the pleasure you know is coming next? "
"I don't know. I can't tell the difference anymore."
"Good." I dip my fingers between her legs again, watching her arch into my hand, then I get the neural stimulator from beneath the goddess of pleasure and then return to her.
It purrs to life in my hand, a low hum vibrating against my palm. I touch it to the oil-slicked curve of her inner thigh and feel her flinch. Excellent. I move the device away, and I don’t begin with her clit. That would be merciful.
Instead, I start at her ribs, just beneath the lash marks, moving slowly and reverently.
"Humans taught you that wanting sex was a sin.
" I move the device ever so slowly, teasing her with a preview of what’s to come, circling just above her clit gloriously peeking out from her wet body hair, watching her writhe.
"Only a soulless species would think that. But if you do have a soul, then I’m just helping you discover the truth of what you are… a daughter of the goddesses."
She moans loudly.
I increase the current, and her thighs try to clamp closed, but I spread them apart again.
"Tell me you understand, Eve."
"I do, I—oh God—"
"Not your god," I remind her, touching the tip of the device to her clit at last, sending pleasure slicing through her nerves like lightning. "My goddesses. And they demand worship in the flesh. Cry for them, Eve. Cry."
Her legs go rigid, back arching, but I pull the device away just before she can fall into a complete and full orgasm. She sobs at the denial, helpless and overwhelmed.
"Did you really think the whip was the worst I’d do to you without Rafe here?" I ask softly. “You of all people know ecstasy is the sharper blade when it comes to punishments. It cuts right through all that resistance you think makes you strong.”
"Please ..." The word is nearly inaudible.
"I want to help you," I whisper against her ear, sliding my fingers deep into her wetness while the stimulator teases her clit in rhythmic pulses, but when she’s close to orgasm again, I deliberately move away.
“Lorian, please! Give me what I want!”
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I ask, picking up the whip again and then bringing it down across her pierced nipples, making each breast reverberate with the strike.
“I don’t… I can’t...”
“Tell me. Imagine this is the last thing you will ever say,” I say, watching her breasts ripple with red and movement as I whip her. It’s so sexy it almost makes me want to abandon this and find my own pleasure.
Almost.
“I don—” she says, and I put my hand over her mouth to stop her.
“Don’t you dare say, ‘I don’t know.’ You’re better than that. Tell me your last words.”
She closes her eyes and thinks. When she opens them, she says, “I chose this. Over and over again. I chose this. I chose you and Rafe, with all your faults. And my very existence is proof of a soul. The flaw isn’t that I’m human; the flaw is in you, Lorian. You’re blind to the truth.”
I drag her down and force her body to stretch toward the goddess of forgiveness. I link her bound wrists to the pedestal. Then, I line myself up with Eve’s bent-over body. I move her thighs apart, find her hot entrance, and then ask, “And you still choose me, even like this? After all I’ve done?”
“Yes, Lorian. You know I will still choose you, even with all you have yet to do as well. do your worst. I’ll still be here.”
My only reply is to slam inside her in one brutal thrust.
Her erotic scream tears through the shrine, and the heat of her cunt almost undoes me immediately. The friction is obscene, every vein of my shaft dragging across her inner walls, her slick arousal coating me so thoroughly it drips down my balls and onto the stone floor.
“Goddesses,” I groan, driving deeper. I bottom out, my cockhead grinding against the very end of her, and her body shudders around me, milking me.
I can feel her cunt clutching, spasming already, gripping me like a fist made of wet silk.
I pound her harder, faster, hips slamming into her, my balls slap against her; heavy and aching, tight with the need to release.
“Fuck me, Lorian. Rip me apart. Do it. Make me feel only this.”
“Atone,” I say, and I don’t even know what I want to hear from her.
She lifts her head towards the goddesses of forgiveness. “Forgive me for loving you,” she gasps, and her cunt squeezes down on me so hard I’m surprised I don’t come.
“Forgive me for being a monster,” I growl back, hauling her wrists higher and pinning them to the stone.
I rut into her, savage, furious, and desperate.
The sound of my thrusts are lewd, wet, filthy, and barbaric.
My vision blurs. I press deeper. Then I explode, spilling deep inside her.
Hot semen floods her small vagina, pumping in hard with heavy spurts.
Too much for her human body to take—it gushes back out, thick and messy, running over her folds, through her fur, and down her thighs like a wounded animal.
Still, I keep thrusting, my cock overstimulated, pushing my seed deeper even as it leaks around us.
I’m an animal.
Finally, when I can’t move my body anymore, I stop and hold her body to mine.
She breaks the silence and I welcome her anger. “Don’t make me forget what we did here. I want to remember that you had the audacity to question whether I had a fucking soul, Lorian,” she says breathlessly.
I don’t answer her with words, but I untie her wrists. The marks on her wrists are vivid, angry red bands circling her skin. I rub them with my thumbs, then lift each wrist to my lips and kiss the dents I left there.
She collapses against me, hanging limp. I hold her upright, my cock still lodged inside her, my tears dripping into her tangled hair.
I ease out of her slowly, with a loud wet sound, followed by the spill of more semen that gushes from her cunt. Thick and white, it streams down her inner thighs, glistening under the shrine’s candlelight, dripping onto the stone floor beneath us.
I lift her into my arms and carry her to the cushions laid out in the corner. When I set her down, her legs fall open without resistance. Her sex is swollen, flushed, and still dripping.
She doesn’t close herself to me or to the shrine; instead, she lies back, completely free as she might be in her imagined Garden of Eden. And I silently thank the goddesses for her.
I wake at First Chime and realize my cock is still pressed to her thigh, damp with the mess that’s dried between us.
She stirs, whimpering faintly, and I wonder if we should go upstairs or just remain in the shrine for the duration of Rafe’s absence?
“We will continue,” I say.
EVE
I don’t understand what just happened in the shrine. Not in order anyway, nor altogether. I only remember pieces. Like puzzle pieces, but I can’t put them together to see the big picture.
I don’t know what I proved or what I failed at today. I only know that whatever Lorian was looking for, he didn’t find it, and that means he isn’t finished with me.
So I do the only thing that feels safe, right now, I close my eyes, and I stop thinking.