Chapter 2 - A Willing Acolyte [Story]

The krolusks moved rather leisurely in their pens; tome-thick carapaces slowly formed on the backs of the younger ones, while the elder beasts rested peacefully - already looking like the true, six-legged citadels of bone and cartilage. Verissa’s eyes stared as one of the beast tenders stepped into the vast pen, carrying buckets full of trash, less or more spoiled, as well as remnants of what all kinds of meat and flesh. 


These massive insectoids weren’t picky eaters. 

She did hear that the battle companions and frontline cannon fodder were fed with more flesh than anything else - preferably this of the empire's enemies, all to properly guide their combat instincts; just so they wouldn’t distinguish their foe from their dinner. It was a little confusing to see this mix of everything being given to these broad but not exactly tall carapids - but times were changing. Perhaps feeding your pets with the flesh of enemies was no longer the custom. 

Her tongue ran across the glassy, immaculate ball that stuffed the scaled jaws. Once upon a time, her kind used the scorching sun, the thunderous essences of their magic and the sands of Voldun - all of it to create this solid translucency. Liquified and bound together dunes formed their weaponry, their armor, their idols. 

Obsidian arrowheads that pierced flesh and bone with the ease of snake fangs dipping into fruits, great warhammers that weighted little and carried the lighting within themselves - armor of glass plates, refined and unbreakable. Ancient techniques to define their superiority on the battlefield, once used to bring Sethrak to hegemony amongst the sands. 

Now used for gags and things so obscene she wouldn't speak of them. 

Verissa turned her head to the right; the vulpera was still packing things onto his caravan. The nomad made her feel weird at all times, he perhaps wasn't one of those foxes that bought her brethren with the sole purpose of nasty things but nonetheless; he stared at her so strangely. She had an odd feeling that her behind was more observed than anything else. 

The snake eyes closed and she inhaled deeply; monumental bust rose up and down, Sethraliss was on her side, it was just a matter of time before everything would be proper - before everything would be explained and fine. The priestess didn't have a knack for being a slave of any sort and no simple cretin would tell her what to do.

Those fools at the market didn't understand it but maybe now anyone else would be smart enough to reason with. All she had to do was follow the fox for a little bit of time, be allowed to speak and everything would be fine. Reptile eyes opened with a certain sort of peace to them. Things would be fine. 

"Good morning, Goddess.." He smiled at her like a man who just drowned in delight; with satisfaction, with his voice turning into a purr, with dreams in eyes. “It's time to move”

She nearly jumped back as the vulpera was right in front of her, so close her breasts almost entirely obstructed the view of him. How did he get so close and why… did he just call her a Goddess? Confusion awashed her like a summer tide, suddenly and entirely. No words left the snake mouth - not that she could speak with the ball gag. 

He stared at her for a longer while and then turned around, moving towards the caravan of his. Verissa's shock incapacitated her just for a few seconds more, before she took into the steps of her new owner. Goddess? The only goddess she knew about was her Loa, Sethraliss. Or was it mockery?

"The road isn't long." He declared, moving onto his seat and patting the spot next to himself - there wasn't exactly that much space there but she would somehow fit; and soon she did so, her bottom covering the wood in its entirety. The fox was pushed to the side, squeezed between her bottom and the handrail.

Verissa had expected to be told to go onto the back seat as the tiny nomad was squished rather properly into her - but that wasn't the case. Instead, she could only watch how his expression changed into a most delightful one, as if he didn't want anything else. Snake eyes stared for a while, widened in disorientation and remained so, even as they took off into the road. 

Being crushed between a snake and wooden support couldn't be comfortable.

But he has said nothing for as long as they travelled, merely sitting squeezed into her hip for a time and sometimes exhaling rather strangely, in some shuddering manner. It would be so as they got out of the gorges of the capital and onto the sands, him not saying a single word and her staring at the road. It was perplexing to say the least.

Snake eyes would mostly focus on the fluffy, carefree animals that pulled the entire caravan; they were interesting to a point and while she did see alpacas before, they never were this close. Calm, somewhat cute, likely soft like the puffiest carpet - had it been any other situation she would bother her mind with when will be the occasion to tug into one.

Instead her tangerine gaze would repeatedly fall onto the vulpera who appeared to be more unnerved by the moment, as if something was disturbing him from the inside, more and more with every passing second. As far as she was concerned, this could be nothing good for her in the long term - worse if the fox was also insane for any reason.

With his expression more delighted than ever and her confounded to no end, they passed a few dunes and stone formations; crazy or not, he had not been wrong about one thing so far, the path indeed wasn’t long. In no time they made their way onto a small, gritty hill where a simple hut stood, with the walls of sandstone and wooden roof. The very spires of the capital could still be seen from here, it was perhaps two or three hours on foot. 

“It’s not much but it is enough.” The fox declared and jumped off the wagon. She merely stepped down and scoured the area with her eyes; dunes, rocks, an uplifting green nock near a small spring. Not much indeed but likely more than he would ever have in this wagon of his - the snake could not fathom how the furred kind could live in these things. “You’re not very talkative, are you?” He asked with an honest but purring voice and she squinted her eyes in annoyance. 

Was he serious?

Something had to click inside his mind as well, right after these very words, as he suddenly turned around and made a little awkward smile “Apologies.” The vulpera purred out and stepped closer, rising into the tips of vulpine paws and outstretching his hands, just so he would eventually undo the buckles of the ballgag. “I might have gotten lost in–”

“This is not how it should be.” She hissed at him instantly, even before the saliva-covered, glossy orb met the sands by Verissa’s feet. “It does not stand for a priestess of Sehtraliss to be muzzled. Your brethren have made a mistake and I demand it is undone, Sethraliss forgive you if you continue with this madness. Had it been any other time, I could have your head for even thinking of shackling me.” Scaled acolyte spoke swiftly and with harshness to her words.

“I have been brought down unjustly and demand to be returned to my duties.” Her voice turned sharp as she had enough of the silence that was forced upon her; more so, she had enough of it all. “Dare not to touch me, I refuse to partake in these obscenities!” The snake nearly yelled, glaring down at the fox before her. He wasn’t touchy before but it mattered little.

Fox that just kept standing with a dumb smile on his face, staring at her and not saying a word. She blinked twice and for some reason they merely stared at each other for a longer while, all till the winds of confusion and awkwardness came; howling loudly and awashing her from every side. Verissa blinked twice and shook her head softly. “Are you even listening ?!” 

“You can take my head anytime.” He declared without hesitation and with honey in his voice.

She took a step back as if slapped out of sudden - this was not an answer to anything she said. He was also rather unfazed or at least not in the way she would like him to be fazed in. "You… What are you even…" Verissa spat some words out in confusion and then formed. 

"Cease this stupidity and unshackle me!" Anger sneaked into her tone again as she gave her demands, which to her surprise, were carried out without a word and swiftly, which threw her off even more by this point. The Priestess stroked her wrists softly; thankfully her bounds weren't all too tight but still left a mark of sorts. She knew her gaze was supposed to be unwavering but as it moved off the chains and onto the fox, she felt a little lost. 

Her chains lied on the sand, the ballgag was removed and she was even listened to, even though none of it felt like thanks to intimidation or anything of such sorts. She wasn't treated like a pet, she was not forced to walk on all fours and thanks Sethraliss, nothing was shoved into her. She wasn't brought naked and her breasts weren't pierced, she wasn't even asked to do anything yet. And yet it didn't feel right at all, even more so, it felt like she simply failed to understand something obvious. 

"What in the obsidian oblivion is your idea?" She asked uneasily, all as the nomad unpacked a few things from the wagon. "Why do you act like this?" 

"Do you not like worship?" He asked with some odd delight to it, not even looking at her as he got another crate onto the sand. 

"I worship my loa and Sethraliss alone." She declared in mild irritation; once again his words had nothing to do with the situation. "She's the only one deserving of my reverence and holy adoration." Verissa declared with a certain zeal in her voice. “The only goddess there is.”

"Do you not find yourself a goddess?" He asked with pleased curiosity, once again shortly and out of sudden, unvexed by any of her words, all of it causing her blood to boil. 

"No!" She yelled back in irritation. "I am not!" 

"Would you like to be?" He smiled ever so widely, with a shine in his eyes and with this absolute, piercing honesty permeating his tone. The way this fox stared at her, this attitude he suddenly had with himself - it felt unreal. Unnatural. With some scent of temptation to it. 

She took another step back, her anger suddenly replaced with sheer anxiety. Was this vulpera playing with her, trying to break her faith? Or was he just mad and lost it once he saw her? It was a strange thought, she had never expected anyone to enter insanity over her very person but then, she was probably thinking too much about it.

"Come inside." He broke her out of her thoughts, picking up a crate of whatever he bought and moving with it towards the hut. "We can discuss it inside."

"Discuss what?" Her tone was far higher than she wanted it to be, far less composed than it should be. Snake feet took her forth towards the doors, all while she watched as the fured nomad neared his window, leaving the crate beneath it. "I demand to be taken back to Vorrik and for this entire misunderstanding to be explained. I shouldn't be here in the first place." 

She stepped into the door frame, all as the fox left the box outside, next to the entrance. "And yet…" He began, dropping the cargo onto the sand and causing a small portion of dust to rise into the air. "... you are here. Now bound to find home amongst these sands. Bought off a slave market. No longer alike a feast waiting for its diner.”

What kind of comparison was that even; she did want to ask him but it again rendered her speechless, all as she stepped into the frame of his doors, turning the snake jaws to glare at him; unable to decipher any of it.

Coming to a decision that staring at anything else is a far better idea, she eventually looked into the dwelling; it was a rather comfy little den with simple but appealing furniture, with a bed far too tiny for anyone of her kind and with a puffy, massive fur spread across the floor to serve as a carpet. Nothing that the nomads would be ashamed of but rather indigent compared to Seth'rak standards. Her very head nearly touched the ceiling. 

She stood like this for a time, her hips blocking the entrance well and her ability to call in the arcane dulled by the very slave collars her kind used on lesser races. Lesser race she was supposed to live with, in some hut she was supposed to call home. It was ridiculous. "This is not the terms of the surrender declared!" She protested with a slithering voice, unkeen on the idea of serving here, perhaps also against being compared to food. 

"Apologies, priestess." Vulpera's voice was far from serious; tangerine eyes soon widened in shock as she felt his paw end up on her buttcheek, pushing her into the den. "But please move in, you're blocking the entire entrance with this godly size of yours." 

She made a few fast steps into the den and looked back, glaring at the fox with furious eyes. "How dare you?! Flesh of the priestess of Sethraliss is not to be touched!” Her tail swung across the den as she turned rapidly, smashing into a wardrobe and causing the entirety of it to shake back and forth. “Had it been any other time in history, you wouldn't be allowed to breathe in my presence!"

Jiro folded his arms and looked at the shaken furniture in a little unkeen manner. “Well but the times have changed and my head will not leave my shoulders any time soon. Besides, it’s hard to not touch a body such as yours.” Fox’s face soon hosted a very satisfied smirk, one that was openly directed at the snake. “Many things I’ve seen people pray to, the trolls, my kin, yours.”

“But none of them were as godly as you."

His eyes landed on her front; on the glorious, innate pillows. Scaled like the rest of her body, hidden by nothing more but tightly clinging robes, robes that allowed everyone and everything to see the immaculate shape, round and doubtlessly tender beneath one’s finger. Broad to perhaps a little ridiculous degree to any other race, absolutely monumental for the vulpera that was perhaps half of the snake’s size. A bust he could drown in. 

“T-That…” She stuttered in confusion, seeing as the fox before her took a most dreaming expression onto his face. “You’re correct but do not think that makes your crimes against Sethraliss any lesser.” Her voice lost its sharp tone, rather replaced with a clear inability to read the desert fox as much as she would like to. 

She was a finer one amongst her kin and took pride in it, however this was the wrong place and the wrong time to capitalize on it. “You have enough common sense to see things as they are here, Vulpera, but you still refuse to honor the terms of agreement between our races? We were to walk free, unshackled!” The pitch of her voice peaked.

“First of all, the name’s Jiro. Not vulpera.” The fox declared and moved deeper into his own den, taking off the hood and slowly getting his ears through the holes of it. “Second of all, according to what I’ve heard, only those Seth’rak who surrendered peacefully would receive their freedom - those who fought to the last would be served as a…” Once both wide, long ears were free of the hood and his earrings shined, the nomad turned his head to the snake. 

“... repayment.”

“I am no Faithless!” She hissed with anger, stepping closer to the fox; even with her head softly lowered, she still was more than twice as tall as the Vol’dun nomad. “I’ve merely defended my temple!” Verissa’s voice turned hostile - she had dedicated her life to the snake goddess, even in times of rebellion she refused to abandon her temple and suffered prison for this very deed. “I have fought you, for you’ve came to defile Sehtraliss’ shrine!”

“I’ve heard some rumors about some infighting inside the temple, yes.” He nodded and canted his head in curiosity. “But that was three days after we’ve won and the Faithless had already surrendered.”

Priestess twitched softly and then turned away from the vulpera, looking to the side and folding her arms. “I’ve not been informed of such a thing.” She muttered more to herself than to the vulpera. “It’s all Vorrik’s fault. Had he remained to attend and cleanse the temple as a Keeper should, everything would be explained. I’ve expected to see someone of his kind, not desert nomads in my temple.”

“The standard ritual requires a keeper or any of the priests to appear with the incense from pterrordax’s musk to reclaim a lost temple - it has been written in the tomes. A major conflict such as this must have a keeper cleanse the temple alongside a coven, then and only then…”

Her words kept flying as did her explanation, even though Jiro heard only half of it, clearly focused on something else; something very massive and in front of his eyes. For when Sethraliss' priestess turned around, she parked something quite wondrous right before his face. “I wouldn’t dare to disagree.” He whispered, nearly kissing the scaled behind, knowing that his breath doubtlessly spread against her shapes alike waves meeting the shore. 

In most cases, this particular wonder would be covered by Verissa’s broad tail but as she kept it high, everything was to be enjoyed. Perfectly shaped, massive and juicy buns, likely covered in this ideal amount of fat and made of wondrous muscle below - a trait that all of the Seth'rak shared. They may have been hidden beneath her vestments but some things simply couldn't be veiled and those that were did nothing else but worked on one's imagination in the finest way. 

What was before his eyes was nothing if hefty; heavy alike pounds of finest meat and doubtlessly monumental enough to deserve a cult of its own. It was one big, fat piece of snake ass and if that wasn't heaven then Jiro didn't know what was. It was the paradise he was very keen to get into. 

"... besides, I have barely escaped my cell and I've not known how the Devoted looked like - for me you all were the same. So I don't think I've done anything--" Her eyes widened as she felt something by her behind and heard the loud smooch afterwards. 

"What in Sethraliss' name do you think you're doing, Vulpera?!" She hissed and turned around again, staring down at the awfully content with himself fox. "What do you…" Verissa muttered but halted, once more seeing the dreamy expression of the vulpera. "Whats… what's with this expression you…" 

"I'm just praising my own gods, isn't that fair?" Jiro's voice turned amused as he upturned his gaze onto her. "A newfound one." 

"That's… what's your goal with this?!" Her voice turned into a yell, all as she took a step back as the fox was unreadable - was he really so much into her that any common sense left him? What was this entire goddess rambling about? "Have the sun made you lose your mind?!" 

“Long time ago, perhaps." He was more than just content and it showed itself in his words, soon he moved towards the bed and simply took off his shirt; just to reveal the muscled back. His fur was far less lush around these regions, Verissa could see the muscle of the tiny body; refined, tasteful, like the serpent dancers of Sethraliss. Perhaps not as perfectly carved out but nonetheless. "Never could enjoy your kind from so close but there’s divinity to it." 

She swallowed as he looked back at her with a smile. It was a little beyond her understanding but the vulpera did seem to…

… lust after her? 

Whether it was good or not, she was just unsure - this didn’t appear like anything she had expected from a slave owner, even from a good one. He would stare at her like a hungry krolusk and take his opportunity whenever; it confused her to no end, although it wasn't the only thing that made her feel lost. 

The blood rush that his actions brought was no lesser in its effect. She should have swatted him away with her tail a long time ago, right as her shackles meet the sand outside. Yet she stood there, allowed him to do things; even though she didn't exactly allow it but indirectly led to their occurrence. Sethraliss knew there was little excuse for any of this. 

Yet he just didn’t seem dangerous. 

And then there was this entire goddess talk, as if he was to worship her for some reason; it felt heretical to even think about it; it felt even more wrong because this vulpera didn't seem to have any sort of borders when it came to this and she could likely ask him to do about anything - the snake felt like he would do about anything. 

Yet she felt like a snack to this Vulpera.  To Jiro, for that was his name. Short, strange, plain - simple like the rest of his kind. She could at times spot untruths with ease and years of service left her quite adept in finding deception - countless nobles strived for the blessings of Sethraliss. She could read people. 

And there was not a single lie to this fox. 

"So?" He asked in curiosity and then tossed his curled up shirt, leaving it on the bed. "Would you like to see how it is to be a goddess?" Jiro proposed with the simplest of voices, throwing this offer as if it was nothing out of ordinary. 

"You…" She began and then swallowed deeply again - the collar was still on her neck, he could have been playing with her since the start. Perhaps this was safer - if the fox was truly as much into her as he appeared to be she could yet turn it to her advantage. Least that's what she told herself to justify it all. She wouldn’t give into any sort of temptation, this was mere survival. It was a good explanation for all of it. 

“I…” It had not been easy to speak; perplexation of the severest kind still turned her thoughts into simple noise, even though she was in dire need of time to reconsider this situation. He was not lying, she had no clue what’s going on, Jiro really wanted to do something to her and Verissa felt some raw, sensual tension hitting against her. 

It was a lesser race after all, perhaps it was just natural that he would act like her towards her - he did find her stunning, so without a shadow of doubt he wasn’t as dumb as the rest of the nomads. She could probably pretend to be a goddess for a while, if it only would let her be taken where she wanted to be and to explain this entire mess. Maybe it was a good reason to play around.

Definitely no other reasons were present. 

“F-Fine.” She agreed with a proud voice or at least something that was supposed to sound alike. “I’ll… allow you to worship me.” Those words couldn’t be real and yet they left her lips, escaped from within tight, snake maws with some other emotions that she couldn’t name. “I’ll be your…” As she stuttered, her expression changed into something - something she naturally couldn’t see but something that made the fox more than pleased. “... goddess.” The last word was given with far less power than she wanted. 

"Then kneel." He purred out and stepped closer. 

"Kneel…?" Verissa asked in confusion.

"I'm a little short you know." 




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