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“You’ve been unfaithful,” Lilia said, his eyes filled with venom as he looked down upon you. Any sane follower of the fickle god would have been cowering and sobbing for forgiveness at Lilia’s feet.
But you weren’t any old follower. You were his head priest, his most beloved devotee and his supposed light upon an ignorant world.
Despite the fact that you were crouched on the ground, your head ducked to show your respect to the god, you kept yourself silent and proud. Your lack of words spoke for themselves, and you heard Lilia chuckle, pausing in front of you so that your nose almost brushed the tops of his shoes.
“To think that I’d go through all the trouble of paying a visit to you, only to see you worshipping another person. You wound me, little lamb, you wound me,” Lilia sighed. You could hear the amused mockery dripping from his voice; he actually loved it when he caught you misbehaving. You knew he’d pounce on any chance he’d get to throw a befitting punishment onto you, to test your faith and your trust towards the god.
“Explain to me. I will not take silence as an answer,” Lilia growled. He hooked your chin under the tip of his shoe, yanking your face up to see the god.
A shadow loomed over his face as he looked down upon you. He looked more like your condemner than a savior in this moment, and behind him, you could feebly make out the altar and the sculpture of him behind the marble plateau. The same long-haired, serene man with a sword that you always prayed to seemed so distant, replaced with a lustful, passionate, and furious god before you.
“It was for the other followers as well,” you said slowly, picking your words carefully. You were not going to give your god the satisfaction of slipping up, and you were going to twist it so that he would be the one to repent. Not you. You would never repent.
If there was something stronger than blind faith, it would be blind pride.
“You’ve abandoned us, my god. Rumors run rampant of how our church has been vacant. That our god has forsaken us for no reason at all,” you spat, looking straight into his eyes with the most honorable expression someone like you could muster up. “How many nights have I spent consoling desperate followers that this is just a test from you? I am the one that wiped their tears away and tended to the church. I am the one that offered a hand to the struggling, fire for the frozen, and comfort for the weary.”
“You speak well, but you still fail to understand,” Lilia sneered back. “The God of Clovers? The green-haired god that offers bread to his followers? You forsake me for him?”
He lowered his foot. You stayed still, letting your head fall. Lilia leaned down, grabbing the back of your robes and yanking you up forcefully. He held a vice-grip on your clothes, and your hands immediately flew to your throat, trying to regain your breath while he choked you.
He raised you to his eye-level. You clenched one of your eyes shut, trying not to show your pain as you tried to yank your clothes back from him.
“These are such precious robes too. The robes of a high priest,” Lilia cooed, almost tender. “You do realize what the first and foremost duty of a high priest is, right?”
“To… To tend to… the church and make sure it… flourishes,” you gasped out, your voice shaking. Lilia laughed, shaking his head.
He threw you effortlessly towards the altar, watching with satisfaction as you gave a pained cry, your body rolling listlessly towards the sculpture.
“Wrong, little one. The first duty of a high priest is to become the god’s lover,” the deity hissed. You slowly got back up, keeping your back to him. You did your best not to tremble from the humiliation and pain, his footsteps echoing throughout the empty church as he walked over to you.
Pain shot up your spine as Lilia placed his foot on your back and bent you over towards the floor. “By choosing another god, you’ve forsaken me as your lover as well. Those who cheat the gods never meet a kind fate. I’m sure you’re already aware of that?”
You gritted your teeth, your nails scratching futilely against the cold marble floor. “I-I’m aware…!”
Lilia chuckled, coyly placing a pointer finger on his lip. “Lucky for you, I’m a merciful god. You see, it’d be too much of a pain to cast someone like you aside, after all the work I’ve done investing into you and crafting the ideal high priest. You will be forgiven for this grave crime, but you’ll still be punished fittingly.”
He lifted his foot off from your back. “Strip.”
“Excuse me?” You gasped, sitting up carefully and glancing over your shoulder.
“I said, strip,” Lilia repeated, his tone cold. “A whore like you doesn’t deserve to wear the high priest’s honorable robes while serving his punishment.”
You swallowed, casting your gaze away from your wrathful god and down to your hands. You didn’t want to listen to him any further, but you knew your pride would do more harm than good in this situation. Winning his favor over would be better; you would strike when he let his guard down.
You lifted your hands to the collar of your dark robes, your fingers shaking as you cautiously undid every single ruby-embedded button. First, the magenta accessories and cloth decorations fell from your hips and neck, landing on the floor of the empty church with a lonely ‘clink’. You took a deep breath, steadying your fluttering heart, and you removed the main piece of the robe, the cold night air kissing your bare skin as you sat naked in a pile of your former glory.
Lilia’s eyes gleefully drank up your bare body. “No underwear, huh? I suppose you still remain faithful to my teachings to some degree. Get up. Go to the altar, and bend over.”
Your eyes widened. “You want me to do what at the altar? Desecrate such a holy area to you? Do you not realize the meaning of this?”
“Hush, little one,” Lilia growled, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “I am the god of this church, and I am the one who understands how holy an area is to me better than anyone else. Do not forget. You are the one in the wrong here for worshipping another god, and this is your punishment that you are fulfilling. Understand your place, and do not dare speak back to me.”
You bit your tongue, choking back the words you wanted to spit at Lilia. Instead, you rose to your feet, something akin to heat starting to pool at your stomach as realization slowly began to sink in. Each step towards the altar was a heavy one, and you placed your hands atop the flat surface of it and looked up at the statue you had worshipped daily.
You swallowed a grunt, feeling something inside your core twitch at the thought of being violated somewhere so familiar and dear to you. This wasn’t a time to let something like lust cloud your mind, but your body reacted to Lilia’s whims faster than it did to your own pride.
“Are you getting turned on by this?” The god mockingly asked. “Are you getting hard while being punished?”
You pressed your chest into the altar, bending over and turning your gaze to the feet of the statue. “Your punishments are just, and it is the responsibility of the wrongdoer to accept the punishment with grace and enjoy it.”
Lilia placed a cold hand on your ass, his fingers tracing a small heart into your skin. “Kufufu… Wisely said, little one. Are you ready to repent?”
“I have nothing to lose at this point, Lord Lilia,” you methodically stated. You fought back the flush rising to your face, the way your chest lurched with desire for your god, and the carnal way your cock twitched at the thought of Lilia using your body as he saw fit upon the altar that you called holy.
Lilia smiled sweetly, unzipping his pants. He let out a small hiss, the air hitting his throbbing dick. Just the sight of you, bent over and torn over him, was a sight he would never tire of. Just knowing that you were struggling so much to accept him yet lacked the power to truly deny him excited him to no ends.
“Repeat after me,” Lilia breathed. He slid his dick in between your asscheeks, lubing you up using the pre-cum leaking from his own cock. “I will never waver. My loyalty and love is entirely to Lord Lilia’s. I am but a devout lamb to Lord Lilia, and I have no one in my heart except for him. I love Lilia.”
You swallowed your doubts. His dick felt so hot against your skin, and your mind was already beginning to cloud from all the sensations falling upon your unloyal body. “I-I can’t say something like that… Not while doing something so sinful…”
Lilia grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. You only had time to gasp before you felt his other hand pry your asscheeks open, practically slamming his slick cock into your tight asshole before you could respond.
You shrieked from the sudden sensation of being stretched out. This surely wasn’t the first time Lilia had taken you, but this was the most furious he had ever been. The pain that shot up your lower half was rivaled with the pleasure of your cock, as Lilia quickly placed the hand on your ass around the base of your cock, rubbing your girth slowly.
“The point of this punishment is to repent,” he hissed, drawing his hips back and forcing himself even deeper into you. The knot inside of your stomach jerked, tightening up as your cock twitched in his hand. “Say it, before I force the words out of your throat by ripping you apart piece by piece.”
“I’m sorry!” You cried out. “I-I will never waver! My loyalty and- and love is entirely to Lord Lilia’s!”
Lilia fisted your cock a bit faster, his hips continually snapping into yours. His grip on your scalp was tight, and you moaned from all the painful tingles shooting up and down your spine. Lilia was cruel, he was cruel beyond comprehension sometimes, but it felt so fucking good.
“Keep going, little lamb,” he commanded darkly. He slid almost his entire dick out of your stretched asshole, keeping only the tip inside you before he forcefully thrusted up into your ass. You sobbed when the tip of his length brushed against your prostate, his hand continuing to tease and stroke at your leaking cock.
“I am but a d-devout lamb for Lilia!” You moaned, your breath hitching in your throat. Your thighs shook, your cock jerking and dripping like a faucet with each tantalizing movement of Lilia’s hand. You wanted him to fondle your balls, to tease your slit, and to release the pools of heat inside your core. Your body continued to tremble, desperate to feel a release from all the pain and all the pleasure he was forcing upon you.
Lilia thrusted into you again, his rhythm fast, brutal, and teasing. He knew that pleasure spot deep inside, and he knew what he had to do to hit it so that you’d come completely undone in his arms. But he denied that pleasure from you, choosing you yank the fistful of hair he had in his hand back with each thrust instead. Your head swam from the stimulation, the mix of everything destroying any chance at coherence.
“I have no one in my heart ex- exshept for him!” You slurred out, your tongue betraying you. You felt him ram his dick even deeper into you, just mere breaths away from pressing into that one spot. “More! More, Lord Lilia, I need more! Please… Please, give me your cock! I want more- I need more! If I don’t have your cock, I’ll loshe my mind!”
“Look at you,” Lilia purred, his voice dripping with glee. “That’s the voice of a cheap whore, not a high priest. It suits you.”
You tried to move back against his cock, only for Lilia to grip your cock harder. You gave a strangled cry, squirming violently with need underneath him. “Please, Lord Lilia… Don’t torture me… I want your cock…! I want it sho bad… It hurts!”
He pressed the pad of his thumb into the slit of your dick, teasing the tip. “Oh? You’re in pain now? After all the anguish that you made me go through?”
“I’m shorry! I won’t do it again!” You blabbered out. You were near tears at this point, each thrust from Lilia sending a wave of dull pleasure up your core. Arousal tore at your body, and you felt tears prick the inside of your eyes. “I promishe! I won’t cheat on you! You’re the only one f-for me! I want you, I want you, I want you!”
Lilia grinned darkly, dragging his tongue across his top lip. “I doubt that you’d be sane enough to lie to me. Very well, my devotee. Finish the repentance prayer I told you, and I’ll finally give you what you want.”
“Thank you-,” you breathed out. “Thank you, thank you, thank you-!”
“Just shut up and say it!”
You threw your head back, crying your heart out to the church and the Heavens above. “I love Lilia! I love you shooooo much!”
Lilia smirked, and he slammed his dick right into your prostate over and over again, massaging your pleasure spot until you saw white. His hand jerked your cock off, his deft fingers sliding up and down your swollen and throbbing length until you felt yourself lurch forward.
The tension inside your stomach snapped, and you gave a shriek of Lilia’s name as you came undone all over his hand. Your mind went blank, the world tipping on its axis, as your vision swam. You could barely make heads or tails of the situation, just mewling in ecstasy over your god as you orgasmed all over cock.
“Hah… You… You’re terrible,” Lilia grunted, his fangs glistening as he watched you cum. You felt numb, feeling him thrust roughly into your battered ass before something warm exploded in you.
“Hehe…! Lord Lilia… Lord Lilia came inside my ass…,” you sang. Lilia released your hair, and you sank down to the altar, your knees giving you from underneath you. You were dangling off of the marble surface, a dazed expression plastered on your face.
Lilia took a few minutes to steady his breath, watching with a very pleased expression as his cum dribbled out of your ass. “I think… I think you’ve repented enough. Your punishment has been successful.”
You couldn’t even make out the feeling of him ruffling your hair, chuckling fondly down at your ruined form. All you had on your mind was thoughts of adoration about Lilia, your one and only god, the savior that had blessed your sinful body.
“I love you shoooo much…,” you breathed.
He laughed, his fingers rubbing over your skin tenderly. “I know, little one.”
“Let’s hope you never cheat on me again.”