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[b][u][center]Heaven Damned 6

Divine Pact

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The data-sheets were finally finished, and Noah Von Doom leaned back from his standing desk with a grunt and a huff. The ginger-furred feline shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and going through the shut-down process for the machine with the other. Soundless touches of flesh to keyboard that was a mix of light and magic brought the database down to a quiet sleep mode, and he was signed out from his post.

He started to open his mouth to say goodbye, an old habit from a different planet, but stopped himself before he could. The library of the Brother Grimm was not a place of speech. If anything, it was a place of utter silence, even for the Bishops, and the only transfer of information was through written requests or the processing of the long-archived data that the library kept for the public.

Instead of saying goodbye, he shouldered his pack and walked around the standing desk. The metallic surface was painted a deep black, as were the walls and the floor, leaving the whole place feeling as if it had been swallowed by the void of death. The only break-up in the color were the digital readings of the data-entries that the library contained, beamed out from various shelves at the request of clerks like him for the patrons that came to call.

However, most of those that came here were not so interested in information, but rather in the Bishops.

Noah kept his head down as he walked across the library lobby, trying not to stare at some of the gathered, mostly-naked individuals that held a position far higher than him in Brother Grim’s worship. Naked save for a mask that covered their eyes and ears, the Bishops were an organization completely made up of those with a blind loyalty to the Brother Grim, and who would not – and could not – say anything against their local member of the Eternal Council. Their bodies were almost completely exposed other than the mask, their cocks thrust forward in utter arousal, their bodies completely focused on a strange pleasure that only they seemed to understand.

He didn’t know what happened to them when they were taken to become Bishops, but he had seen some before the process, and he didn’t dare imagine what happened to them to create such creatures of hedonistic arousal, nor did he want to think about what would happen if they happened to turn their attention on him. He had held his position as a clerk in the library for some time, but it was not because it was his chosen place of worship. If anything, it was because a clerk could serve without a declared faith, and that was useful for him.

Noah ducked out of the building, keeping his head down as he descended the alternating black and white marble steps to the plaza before the library. There, finally, he looked up.

The sun shining down on the planet gave the illusion of being back on Earth, or Terra, or whatever the Eternal Council had decided that it would be called this century. It wasn’t, of course; the ground ‘bounced’ just a little too much under his feet, giving him a semblance of lightness that he didn’t actually have, and he knew that if he were to jump, he’d leap more than twice as high as anyone from the home planet would have.

It was one of many things that happened when you traveled among the stars. Sooner or later, you found yourself with a planet that was so similar, and yet so different, keeping you from ever entirely fooling yourself that you were still at home.

He turned around, looking back at the library. It loomed over the plaza, a tall, round-topped building that almost resembled a headstone from the old world, with wings that rose around it like the edges of a cloak around someone’s head and neck. Sweeping over the top, arching higher than the building or the wings around it, was a great sculpture of a reaper’s scythe, and from below, it seemed ready to cut the heavens.

Noah shivered, careful not to make it too obvious. Brother Grimm was one of the seven members of the Eternal Council, seven Nephilim that ruled the great and bountiful Empire that they were all part of. He had read enough history to know that they were the result of the great blending of mortal and demon bloodlines, but nobody knew what had caused the Eternal Council to rise over the others that were some sort of hybrid between mortal, demon, and whatever else had wandered the world in the old days.

“Everyone is a little bit mixed these days,” he muttered, shaking his head as he pulled his pack a bit higher on his shoulder. “Better get home before they start wondering who’s missed curfew…”

Not that it was curfew, precisely, but it was near enough to it with the laws that were everywhere in the Empire. There were those that tried to play fast and loose with it, seeing how much they could do while they were supposed to either be at home in contemplation or at the churches worshiping the Eternal Council, and those that were caught…well, it was not good for them.

Not as far as Noah was concerned, anyway. He imagined that there were some that enjoyed the punishments that the Bishops and their enforcers handed out to those that broke the laws. Certainly, he had noticed that most of those that followed the Council seemed to be rather…amenable to the horny behavior that they exhibited, and they didn’t seem that bothered by submitting themselves to it.

Not him, though. He had his own devotions to give, and they weren’t to the Council.

[i]Wonder how long until they outlaw that…[/i]

So far, the worship and practice of other beliefs continued to be allowed under the Council, and considering that they had ruled the Empire for thousands of years now, it would probably continue that way. Those of his faith had been slowly disappearing for a long time, and he had every reason to believe that they would be completely extinct in a few more generations. There was just so little to show as evidence against those that preferred to believe in the god-kings that ran the planets of the Empire; those that wanted to see the world through the eyes of the Council were free to do that, while those that believed as he did had to wait and hope for their beliefs to be proven real in the afterlife.

Most of them, at least. So far, he had been lucky to have a little miracle on his side.

Noah walked down the streets of the new colony, looking back from time to time to see if he was being trailed. Nothing beyond other members of the colony that were heading for worship or – like him – heading home for their own contemplations could be seen. It was a small mercy for him. He always worried that each day could be his last.

The prefabricated housing that was always left for the poor people of the colonies after the planets were properly filled with atmosphere and other requirements for living was his destination. They were made of a metallo-rubber compound that could be folded and shaped at need, very good at keeping out the temperature outside and maintaining a warmth inside, but not particularly spacious or breathable. They were collected at the far end of the colony, far from the library and the various temples, and by the time that he stepped inside, he was beyond exhausted.

And yet, this was still the best place that he’d ever lived. Certainly beat the pants off the last colony that he’d lived in, two systems further core-ward than this one. At least here, he could get a job without pretending that he worshiped one of the Council. And more to the point –

“Well, well, well…”

Noah looked up with a relieved grin. The front room was empty, but the kitchen had a visitor, and a familiar one, at that. A female tiger sat at the makeshift table that he had pulled out of the floor just that morning, her white dress running down to the floor and barely covering her toes. Her tail twitched behind her back as an amused smile pulled at the corners of her face, and she shook her head.

“I thought you were going to be late.”

“Not for you, mistress.”

“Of course not. You would never disappoint me.”

“Not in a million years.”

“Good boy. Come here.”

Noah did as he was told, happily leaving his coat at the front door and his shoes beside it. Nothing else came off, however; nothing else ever did without her explicit permission.

“Kneel.”

The ginger-furred cat threw himself to the floor, his knees clicking against the metallo-rubber. She looked down at him, cocking her head to the side as she sipped from a cup of…he wasn’t sure what she was drinking, but he doubted that it was the low-quality tea that he kept for himself. She was better than that; she deserved far better than that.

“Mmm. You’ve been quiet, Noah. You haven’t gone soft, have you?”

“No, mistress. I still serve the one true God.”

“And me.”

“And you, of course.”

“Mmm, my father wants to make sure of that. There are precious few of you left these days, you know.”

“I know…I know.”

“I’m hoping that you will continue to do what I command, Noah. You’ve been so good for me so far. And you’ve made me smile quite a few times with the little tricks that you can pull with your tongue.”

He smiled despite himself. For all that he had looked down on the way that the Bishops and the other higher-ups of the Council’s servants acted with each other, when he was allowed to worship the tigress as she demanded, he enjoyed himself. To bring pleasure to one of God’s chosen – let alone his daughter – was a chance that very few were allowed in their lifetimes.

“You are one of the few that we’ve allowed to have proof of our existence, Noah, and the only reason that you’ve been allowed that is because of your faith. You understand how special that makes you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, mistress,” he said, bowing his head over her leg as she extended it. “I understand. You and your father have blessed me greatly. I cannot ask for more, and yet, you continue to give me more than I could ever dream of.”

“That’s right. We do. Don’t go and get spoiled on us, now.”

He shook his head. The familiar gesture from the tiger told him to take her sandals off, and he did, massaging her feet gently. All the while, she gestured at the shelves at the edge of the room, waving her hand. The golden light that he had become all too accustomed to worked like fingers, giving orders to the various machines, and soon, part of his meager subsistence came free, forming a small meal for her.

As she nibbled on pieces of fruit that would have cost him two weeks to earn, he made no complaint. Instead, he just worked his fingers along her feet, her ankles, her legs, massaging and serving her in silence.

All the while, he imagined what sort of man would have killed to be in his place. The beauty of the tiger was something that he had never seen in the real world. No woman that he had seen in the streets or the churches or anywhere else matched the impeccable glow of the Daughter of God. She gleamed for him, her smile bringing him more life than every breath that he took, and he could not imagine what it would be like to live without her.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Crunch.

And then the food was gone. She leaned back in her chair, pulling one leg from his arms and giving him the other to massage.

“My father has been pleased with your devotion,” she said. “And there is something special that will have to be done, and soon. The spread of the Eternal Council is hardly something that my father can allow to continue, you know.”

“I know, mistress. It is an abomination.”

“Indeed. Oh, they think themselves so mighty, so powerful with all their little tricks. All this magic that they’ve tried to make their own over the course of millions of years. And yet, for all that, they have only mastered this one universe. Tsk, tsk, tsk.” The tiger shook her head. “They think themselves invulnerable. Perhaps – mmm…”

She broke off as he massaged her favorite spots, gently working his fingers into the back of her calves where the muscles always felt so tense. The tiger smiled, shaking her head as she looked down at him. The angle meant that he had a perfect view down her dress, looking into her cleavage, and while there was some part of him that was greatly aroused at the show, he knew better than to think that meant that he was allowed anything more. This was merely a little gesture from her, something to reward him for being good.

“Mmm, you never forget what I like.”

“No, mistress.”

“Mmm, we need more like you, Noah. Far more like you. Those that don’t question what needs to be done, only believe that we are the ones that know best.”

“You do. You and the one true God have always known best. There is nothing that you’ve asked that I regret giving.”

“Not your home?”

“No, mistress.”

“Not your family?”

“Not in the slightest, mistress.”

“Mmm, and not your life?”

He shook his head. His worship of the one true God – and God’s daughter before him – was the cause of his great journey through the universe. They demanded that he go places, and he went. They demanded that he proclaim his faith in dangerous places, and he did it. When they asked him to give up his family and proclaim what he loved most, and follow it, he did it, though he had felt a pang at the time giving up a son and daughter on another planet.

And yet, when God called, it was up to his followers to answer. Else, how could one call themselves a true follower?

“Mmm, you really do know where you belong. A pity most of you mortals have no clue just where you should be.”

“I do what I must, mistress. I am glad that I can serve.”

“Heh…and serve you shall.”

The tiger got to her feet, smoothing her dress out to either side before sliding onto the table. He remained where he had been instructed to sit, looking up at her as she got comfortable. He knew what was coming; he always had this coming to him as a reward, and the cat’s cock was throbbing already in his pants.

As she spread her legs, revealing the lack of undergarments below her dress, he shivered. Merely the sight of her divine sex was enough of a reward that he imagined most men would be on the floor drooling, begging for the chance to worship it with more than their eyes. He had been granted the taste of it more than a dozen times in his life, and each time had given him memories and dreams sufficient to soak himself in the night.

He hoped that he had been forgiven for that. He normally tried to hold off from pleasuring himself too much.

As the feline showed herself, one hand on her sex and spreading her lips, he huffed for breath. She curled the fingers of her other hand, drawing him in, closer, closer, and closer between her thighs. Never quite enough to touch, but he knew when his breath touched her. She stiffened, her inner walls clenching on nothing as he loomed over her like that. She chuckled for him.

“Are you ready to serve again, Noah?”

“Yes, mistress,” he whispered.

“Taste me. Once.”

Easy. He leaned forward, dragging his tongue from the bottom of her sex to her clit, a long, slow lick that took nearly half a minute to give properly. He had memorized, long ago, exactly how much pressure he needed to exert with his tongue to please her, as well as how much she needed to get without going from the point of pleasure to pain, considering that they were both felines. He dragged his tongue just far enough inside her to spread her outer lips, yet not deep enough to feel as if he was trying to invade her.

A long, luxurious lick that finally finished with a little suck of her clit rewarded him with the taste of her juices and her pleasure, and he shivered as his cock twitched away in his pants, untouched, untended. Noah felt himself flying to clouds of bliss, happy beyond measure to serve her again.

“Mmm, yes, such a good little kitten…”

Her hand to his head guided him back down, and he settled in to work his tongue properly. A faster lick, a little bit more – no, off to one side a little, that hand on his head meant that he needed to serve in a different direction. He followed the light touches, learned and studied long ago, and ate her out with all the dedication of a man that had completely lost his soul to another.

Lick, lap, lick, lap. He sealed his mouth to her sex, the taste of her so strange and yet divine. He curled his tongue around her clit hood, pushing it back, teasing it over his tongue before pushing it back again. His tongue darted inside of her, the closest thing that he’d ever have to penetrating her, and she just took it, smiling, huffing above him.

He never had any illusions that he was the best that she had ever had. She never gave him that sort of praise. What he took pleasure in was the fact that he could do what she wanted, and that he could do it well. That was all that mattered, and every pat to his head was like a stroke to his cock. He moaned around her sex as she pressed her thighs around his head, pinning it in place as she rolled her hips against his tongue.

“Mmm, now that is a good mortal. It’s been three years since the last time you did this, and you still remember…”

“Mmm…”

“And you still crave it. I’ve seen it in your dreams. You cannot think of any woman but me…”

“Mmmph…mmm-hmm…”

She rolled her thighs against his head, pinning it in place, keeping him from doing anything so much as leaning back for air. He didn’t care; all he wanted was her. He gripped the table, feeling like a dog that had been given access to the feast of a lifetime, and he kept licking, teasing, working at her as she all but crushed him there.

He lost himself in the pleasure, his tongue moving almost mechanically in and out of his muzzle. The taste and scent of her made the world fade away, and her sacred sex felt like some great part of an ancient ritual. Every lick, every thrust of his tongue felt like a new way of worshiping her and consecrating himself, making him holy and cleansing him of his failings. One lick, another, another, delving deeper and deeper.

He felt hot, needy, hard. His cock was so painfully erect in his pants that he felt like he could go mad if he didn’t touch it, but at the same time, he didn’t want to take his attention off of her divine slit for so much as a second. The moment that he did, he felt, she would disappear, and she might not come back. No, he had to serve.

He had to give her what she wanted.

He had to be her devoted servant.

And so, Noah licked, and teased, slurping down the little pulses of her pleasure as she got closer and closer to her first orgasm. The tiger ground her pussy against his face and her hand against the back of his head. Every touch was a reminder of who was in charge and who was not, and he could not have asked for anything better.

“Mmmm, you are such a devoted little kitten…so eager to obey…You would give up everything if we asked, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmmph…”

“You would give up your life…”

“Mmmph…mm-hmm…”

“Your mind?”

“Mmmhmm…”

He would give up anything that the mistress asked of him. His devotion to the one true God and to her had guided him so far in life, and he refused to believe that he would ever follow anything else. This was his place in life: at her feet, between her legs when she allowed it, and following the commands that she brought him from God himself. This was where anyone that still followed God the Father should want to be, where they should beg to be, and he was given it as a gift for his service.

Noah barely heard the words coming from above. All that mattered to him was the soft flesh against his lips, the scent that wafted up to his nose that told him that he had done a good job, the soft feeling of warm flesh against his face. Her enfolding embrace, wrapped around his head and her legs draped over his back, told him that he was worshiping properly. Every last lick was like a reward in service, and he fell deeper.

And deeper.

And deeper.

“Swear your loyalty,” the tiger whispered to him, huffing as if she had finally reached the point where she might finish. “Swear your mind, body, and soul to the one true God…my father…and me…”

“I…mmmph…”

Noah panted as he ground his nose up against her clit, nearly pushing her over the edge. The tiger grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, making him look up at her, making him make eye contact with her. The fire in her eyes was something different, something intense, overwhelming, and it filled him with a heat of its own as he stared at her.

“I…swear…”

“Say it, little kitten. All of it.”

“I swear…my mind, body, and soul…to the one true God…and to you…”

“Mmmmmm…”

She ground him down against her sex, all but shoving him against her to the point where he couldn’t breathe. His nose was smothered against her groin, his mouth pinned against her. No breath, no air, nothing but the taste of her as he thrust his tongue into her depths. She arched her back, one of her hands groping her ample bosom, squeezing it as she gasped in pleasure herself. One, two, three thrusts –

“Ah!”

And then she came. She pinned his head in place, holding him down as she spasmed against him, her inner walls clenching around his tongue and holding it in place as he licked as best he could. Her juices stained his face, marking him, smearing against him, and he knew that he’d be floating in pleasurable need for hours afterward from the sheer pleasure that came from her touch.

He was so happy…ecstatic…hard…

She shivered for half a minute more before finally lifting her head up and looking down at him. Her breathing had stabilized, and she smirked slightly at him. It was the same sort of cocky look that she always got after she finished and he had yet to touch himself, and she shook her head as she stroked the back of his. There was something almost like affection there, but the prickles of her claws against his head turned it into something else, something more possessive.

“Good kitten…remember that. Remember all of that.”

And then, she was gone.

He was left kneeling there, staring at the space that she’d once occupied, for nearly a minute before there was a heavy thump at the front door. Noah Von Doom turned around, his face still soaked, only for his eyes to go wide to see who was there.

The Bishops – three of them – stood in his doorway. Each one was feline, each one wearing the mask and nothing else. The eyeless masks were all pointed straight at him, and more, their cocks did the same. Throbbing, pulsing, leaking ceaselessly, they were the picture of male virility.

More than that, they were the last thing that he wanted to see right then.

“Noah Von Doom. You have been selected. It is time to go.”

‘You have been selected.’ Those were the last words that anyone that part of the Eternal Council’s worship ever wanted to hear. Even those that were part of that worship would blanch on hearing it, at first, for it meant that the life that you’d led up to that point was over with.

He tried to get to his feet, shaking as he did, but the Bishops entered his house and made their way through the front room before he could get himself to his feet. They grabbed him under his arms, forcing himself the rest of the way upright, and touched his face. One of them looked at the slime that had been left behind, then nodded to the others.

“It is good that you’ve been selected now, Mr. Von Doom. It is time for you to meet your Most Glorious fate. To serve beneath the Brother Grim is something that many would crave, and you will learn. You will learn.”

The voice of the Bishop was strange, almost empty compared to the sound of another person. It was less like listening to someone living and more like the sound of something being beamed out across the galaxy, a whisper of someone else’s communication. He didn’t know what to say, or if there was anything that he could say.

One of the Bishops took some of the material in the kitchen, forming it into a napkin before wiping his face. Another reached down, groping his erection, and the Bishop smiled.

“He will learn.”

“He has already learned.”

“He will serve happily.”

“Blissfully.”

“In proper obeisance to the Council.”

“Come,” they said together.

Noah’s protests fell on deaf ears as they marched him from his home. The edge of the colony loomed large in his vision, and so did the shuttle that they had waiting for him there. Even as the urge to scream overwhelmed him, the logical back of his mind asked him, who would listen? Who would come to help him? Only someone that didn’t worship the Council would complain that loudly.

And nobody would care about him. Nobody but God, and his daughter.

#

God looked up from the preserved image of his son and daughter, their childhood forms long-since faded, but maintained in a floating bauble of glass and light. He allowed it to float away as Mercy walked across the room, her dress unstained despite what she had been doing mere moments ago.

“It is done?” he asked.

“Mmm, oh, it is [i]very[/i] done. I doubt that we’ve had anyone so devoted to our cause in the last thousand years compared to him,” his daughter said, the tiger sitting down in one of the great cushions of the private chamber. “I imagine that we’ll get everything that we need out of him, and more.”

“Indeed. Quite likely.”

God looked around the room. The small, isolated chamber was near the center of his Heavenly palace, well away from the windows that looked out upon the near-infinite realm that he had created so many eons ago. Just as the World Begotten had expanded over time, so had his ideas of Heaven, and it was…very different.

“Walk with me.”

As God walked out of the room, making his way to the stairs that led up, he knew that Mercy would follow. There were some that she would backtalk to – her brother was one such, and he knew that Jesus would be very against the plans that they had for the World Begotten, so he was kept busy elsewhere – but he was not one of those that she would dare sass. She had learned, early, that his approval came if she was obedient, and never anything less.

They could have moved instantly from one place to another, but walking, pacing, was a means of focusing the mind. At the moment, God felt the need for that.

“And he was taken?” he asked.

“No more than a minute after I left. I timed it perfectly. You knew I would.”

“And the Council?”

“Unlikely that they suspect anything; after all, they have their various perversions, but they look down on the things that a woman would want,” she said, shaking her head as she followed him from behind. “I doubt that they think of anything but their genitals and their needs these days.”

“You would be surprised; they are foolish, and certainly not as strong as we are, but they are still a threat.”

“Heh, to Heaven?”

“Not yet; I doubt that they even know that we exist, or how to get to us, but they [i]could[/i] do.”

“Since when is my father afraid of anything?”

He rounded on his heel, and Mercy stopped in her tracks as he loomed over her. God narrowed his eyes.

“It is not fear to be cautious,” he said. “I could crush any three of them in a second. Four, in a minute. But there are seven of them, Mercy, seven of them that have the complete belief of an entire world behind them, and more, who have become living gods in their own right. Some lesser, some greater, but they are closer to what [i]we[/i] are than anyone ever should have been. If I had designed it myself –”

He cut himself off. Lilith had seen to it that he would never have that option, not without destroying most of the World Begotten and starting from fresh. The introduction of free will changed the rules, and so long as there existed those with it, they maintained a certain element of control on the realm itself.

And fighting openly was something that, while possible, would not be a good idea. The heavenly hosts were powerful, but so were a great many of the creations of the World Begotten, and the seven ‘gods’ of the Nephilim theocracy would pose a threat that he didn’t want to have to deal with. Better, by far, to negate a threat before it could grow any further rather than wait for them to discover something that they shouldn’t.

“If I had designed it myself, then this wouldn’t be a problem. But your mother…she was a problem. And she spread that problem to everything that she touched.”

“Besides me.”

“Besides you.” God smiled. “Fortunately, we have the opportunity to correct that. And when we do…”

They reached the top of the staircase, stepping out of it and onto a balcony. From there, they could see all of Heaven, and all of its countless hosts. Wings, halos, and holy weapons galore shone their light on the clouds and walkways of the realm, creating a glimmering display of Heavenly might. If the World Begotten could have seen it, God had no doubt that many of them would have trembled.

But for now, he would hold onto it. For now, they – and the other powers that he had assembled over the eons – would be patiently kept in the background. Noah, loyal and true to his faith, would be the key to the whole thing.

“Father?” Mercy asked.

“Yes?”

“What [i]will[/i] happen at the end of all this?”

God looked out at his realm. It was…almost as perfect as he could have imagined it to be. It had been a long, slow process over millions of years to make it the way that he wanted, but there was little more that he could do besides finessing what he had already done. What mistakes he had made – and they were few, very few – were things that he could not undo. Not without unpicking the whole system. Somewhere new, however…

“What I want, Mercy. Precisely what I want.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A descendent of Caine, millions of years down the line, devotes himself to God’s daughter, Mercy.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Devotion, Mercy, Tigress, Tiger, Cat, Sci-Fi, Series, Magic, Nudity, Public, Exhibitionism, Cunnilingus, Oral, Commands, Series,