Lustia. A world where gods and goddesses bless mortals with powers, great and small. A world where violence has been largely replaced with sex. A world of sexfighting, romance, magic, and adventure. What follows is a recounting of a story from this land.
A glossary:
Blessed:
A blessed is usually faster and stronger than a regular person, but they are always much tougher, their skin deflecting blades with ease. Indeed, with very few exceptions, blessed cannot be entirely subdued with violence. Instead, the blessed are subdued by being fucked into submission. Hence, when multiple blessed fight, it almost always takes the form of a sexfight.
Not only strength and durability are augmented, however. Most blessed are more conventionall attractive than the average person, with many sporting unusual proportions. Another area of alteration is their sexual organs, which are changed to facilitate the sexual combat which is expected of the blessed, allowing many actions and tactics that would cause injury or even death on normal people, such as using objects entirely unsuitable for such use as dildos, or insertion of a penis larger than the vaginal opening, to be executed without issue or even much discomfort.
The blessed are also mentally altered by the forces granting the blessings. A blessed will very rarely object to sex, especially when their partner is another blessed, and often seek it out.
Luststone:
A material often used by and against blessed. While the skin of a blessed can turn regular weapons, a luststone weapon, while not inflicting injury, does inflict pleasure, making it the weapons of choice for many sexfighters.
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The Church of the Giving Light was an impressive sight, especially deep in the night like this, where light from diligently lit candles shined from every terrace and through every window, culminating with the light tower - a tall tower where other churches would have bell towers that here instead housed a massive fire, which cast light far and wide into the darkness, visible from miles away.
Allegedly it warded off evil, but it definitely served well in guiding weary travelers to the city, and more specifically to the church's hospitality.
Walking through the gardens lit by lanterns, Celestia shivered. It was a chilly night, and her almost complete lack of clothing, while appropriate to her station as ward maiden, was not at all suitable for the fall midnight.
She continued checking the wards on the walls, which kept spirits and monsters out, as opposed to the city's wards which merely prevented their spontaneous creation.
At one of the walls, she stopped, frowning. The seal was damaged. She leaned in closer, and then more felt than heard a disturbance behind her.
When she turned, she found a stranger.
He was dressed oddly, with a white cloak that covered his chest and back, but left his legs and cock completely exposed. Over his head he had a cloth which was in one piece, not even leaving a cut out for the mouth, merely for a pair of eyes.
And what strange eyes they were: framed by darkness, they were a circle within another circle, both piercing white with a dark, thin line separating them.
On the cloth was a geometric pattern, inscribed where the intruder's forehead would be, and extending from the cloth upward were two long, straight horns.
On his side was a length of rope, and in his right hand a ritual sickle, gleaming pink with luststone.
"Who are you?" Celestia asked, though she already knew the important part - an intruder.
The figure didn't respond, instead rushing toward her.
With practiced ease, her fingers copied a complex pattern in the air as she raised her hand, a circle forming between her fingers and deflecting the descending sickle, when suddenly, the lights in the garden went out, with the only visible pinprick of light being the intuder's strange eyes.
Deeply unsettled by the sudden darkness, her eyes not having gotten the opportunity to adjust to the dark, her right hand started moving in the pattern intended to summon a bright light that would blind creatures of the night and dispell any darkness.
Before she could finish, however, the intruder's body crashed into hers, ruining the formation and sending her crahsing into the garden wall.
Immediately, before she could even react, his hands were on her hips and his cock thrust against her pussy.
The intruder had not seen the thin strip of red cloth covering her bottom lips, or perhaps had and considered it incapable of offering any resistance.
It did offer resistance, however, enchanted as it was to ward off attempts like this, his cock stopping dead in its tracks.
Taking advantage, her actions were two fold. One, she moved her hands through the darkness, finding the man's exposed waist, and started making a pattern with her fingers against his skin.
And two, she took a breath to scream for help.
Her mouth opened, only to find the darkness smothering her scream, turning it into an impotent whimper.
A rough hand scraped by the perfectly smooth skin of her thighs, gripping the red cloth and forcefully tearing it away, and then, before she could react, he thrust into her once more.
She bit back her moan, intending to avoid giving her foe information on just how good his big cock felt in her pussy, as most sexfighters are trained to do. It was only after that she realized she should be loud, should scream in pleasure in order to alert the rest of the church of the intruder.
She got another opportunity soon after as he thrust into her again, going even harder and deeper than before, his veiny cock scraping along her unlubricated folds.
She shuddered as a scream left her mouth only to be turned into a whimper by the darkness once more. The situation was not entirely against her, however, as he had not restrained her hands, a decision he was about to regret.
Her fingers finished the pattern, and, as she knew from experience, a pink circle appeared on the waist, spreading thin pink veins throughout his back. He stilled for a moment as pleasure coursed through him, ravaging his body, and Celestia squeezed her pussy, her walls rhyrmically closing around his cock. She tried to make a simple pattern with the way her folds interacted with the veins of his cock, but alas, she was not skilled enough to pull that off yet.
