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I have mentioned previously that the Divine Hedonist is disapproving of rape. This is something of an understatement, as She is firmly of the opinion that those who would harm others for their own pleasure do not honor Her, and furthermore those who harm others in the name of their lust must be suppressed by any means possible. It is one thing to share pleasure, or give pleasure, or even take pleasure. But to cause deliberately cause another suffering and misery (two states that my Goddess would dearly love to end forever) in pursuit of one's pleasure is an abomination.

Also, I have mentioned that I am somewhat less disapproving of rape, with the caveat that it occurs onto my own person. The reasons are twofold: First, I am invested with the power of my Goddess to defend myself, which means that I have an array of powers with which to stop an assault. This can vary from altering my body to better defend myself or make penetration or molestation extremely unattractive, to directly calling upon my Goddess to bring her wrath upon my attacker.

The second is that I derive a certain pleasure in a loss of control and of being taken and overpowered. At my core, I seek to be used, and I can forgive my own assault in feeling used. I would prefer it be someone I know and have previously authorized to scratch this particular itch, but I do not worry too much.

And yes, my Goddess knows about my fetish, and She finds it amusing to occasionally play "matchmaker", either by sending Her servitors to take me, or withdrawing Her power if She feels it would be best if I service my attacker.

All said, I have maybe three regular lovers that started off with assault on my person. One is driven to mate to reproduce himself, and I find bearing his children most pleasurable. Between that and the fact that "gestation" takes only a few days, that works out. Another, well, let us just say that she was most persuasive, but there is a reason she calls me "Mother" nowadays.

Before you ask, not everyone will get this lucky. I have a dominant streak, and particularly love taking control of those who seek to control me. Even then, it is not wise to perturb someone who is capable of removing all sensation from your body, yes?

In any case, this is the story of my first meeting with the second lover.

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The Nameless Goddess is interested in the cessation of suffering, and thus actively commands Her clergy to go out and care for the ailments of others. If She invests Her power in you, you are expected to use it. Generally this involves going out and and making rounds among those who cannot easily obtain the services that our clergy can provide.

Which is why I was in one of the poorer (some would say "rougher") sections of the city. I do not recall what time it was exactly, just that it was late, and some time after the sun set. The streets were barely illuminated, but that is not an issue for someone like me, I do see as well in dark conditions as I do in light.

Even then, it did not matter. I was well known enough in the area where most people would leave me be. Sadly, "most people" is not "all people". Usually, it is a newcomer who has not yet realized that it is better to let that lightly dressed feline go on her own business. In this case, it was a lamia that I had never seen before.

The first thing I noticed about her was her paleness: the skin of her upper body was pale, and her hair was close to that with a silver tint. Her eyes had no obvious pupils (which was slightly disconcerting), but the irises were the same silver-white as her hair. Other than the metallic tint of her hair and eyes, the only color was the short striped top she wore, loosely hanging over her belly.

A little more worrisome was her lower body: not so much that her scales were similarly pale (although darker, thicker scales on the bottom) but the fact that it was long enough to stretch across the alley and back, despite the fact that she was leaning against a wall. While her tail laid flat, having to step over it worried me slightly: it was more than long enough to enwrap me. "Excuse me, but could you please move, I need to get home."

The lamia smirked a little bit, and made a motion that made me think she was checking me out. The irises of her eyes moved up and down, making her lack of pupils even more disconcerting. After a moment, she turned her head to the side, whispering in a voice just above a hiss. "I heard you like to help people with certain... Problems. Could you help me with mine?"

I raised an eyebrow, looking up at her for a moment. "I MIGHT be able to help, but that really depends, I don't have much time."

"It could... take a while," she murmured, before lowering a hand to a point just under her upper body, where skin met scale. As soon as my eyes followed, her scales parted to expose a pair of penises, one over the other, and surprisingly human-like. Naturally that piqued my interest. How could it not? I am, after all, quite the cockhound.

And yet, at the time I was a cockhound eager for a warm bath and some food. I smiled a bit, showing a little appreciation for the equipment she sported, before shaking my head. "Interesting, but I don't have the time. If you want, I can come around later, and take very good care of those for you. Just... can't right now, sorry."

The lamia sagged a little, before leaning her head against the wall. "Mmmmh, okay, you can go through, but you better be back soon." She pulled her tail away from the opposite wall, just enough to let me pass her.

I thanked her, honestly thinking about if I should go back or not--she piqued my interest, but I was more than a little worried--and this was the thought that was dominating my head right before I heard her murmur, almost too low to be heard, "Changed my mind, actually, I need to get these off right now." I started to run, but her tail suddenly wrapped around my leg.

Needless to say, my momentum sent me sprawling onto my face while the lamia pulled me toward her. I twisted by body after I landed, curling around to bite and scratch at that offending tail. Unfortunately her scales were harder than I had anticipated, so all I got for my trouble was skittering claws and the pain of scraped and banged teeth.

She was pretty strong too, even at the end of her tail, as she took advantage of me being sprawled across her tail to lift me up and look me over. "Now, now, my dear, that won't do at all. Do calm down, will you? You won't be able to enjoy it if you fight like that." She reached out with one hand, only to pull it back when my jaws snapped shut where her fingers would have been.

The lamia hissed softly, then I saw her eyes widen as I raised my own hands. She saw the light that appeared between my fingers: if claws would not harm her, my magic would. She seemed a little surprised by thatm, but she did not seem worried about what I could do. "Now, none of that, either. In fact..." She suddenly grinned, exposing a pair of long fangs right before she lunged in on my arm, biting down and sinking her fangs into my flesh.

I was not about to let poison stop me, except that her "venom" was not actually venom. I raised my other hand to force her off before I felt myself just... I do not know how to describe it. I have been extremely horny before--I am practically constantly aroused between my own sex drive and my Goddess' influence--but the intensity of my arousal made me wonder if I had suddenly entered heat. My body went limp for a moment before I could get control of myself: I could handle myself, even if my body was practically screaming for cock.

I raised my other hand again, the light growing brighter as I called down my Goddess' power, but I was apparently weaker than I thought, as she grabbed my arm and twisted it to the side. "I told you, none of that. Now do be a dear and relax," she murmured. For a second, I wondered how she could remain so calm, but that thought was lost when she bit me again, pumping another dose of her "venom" into me.

I had thought I was horny before, but this was an entirely new experience to me. My body was quickly becoming just pure need: I needed something in me, I needed cum in me, I needed to FUCK and that was that. This was beyond heat. Through the haze of my arousal, I heard someone sobbing, and it took me a few seconds to realize that it was me crying out. I do not think I remembered any time in my life that I was that horny, but then I was not really in a condition to think of anything beyond my own arousal. Needless to say I was giving off scent like crazy.

The lamia held me still for a second as I squirmed against her tail, already starting to grind against her scales for SOME relief from the hormonal insanity going through my body, before she laid me on the dirty ground. Well, "laid" assumes a bit of gentleness, she just lowered her tail and turned it so I was dumped on my ass, left to whimper and whine against the opposite wall.

She just smirked as she started to wind her tail around my legs, whispering, "I think you have the time now, dear, but just to make sure, do you need to go now?" She twisted her body to present her twin cocks to be. I was interested in them before, but now that was all I could focus upon. "I guess not," she answered her own question when I started to crawl toward those erections, still whimpering and trembling on my own arousal. Actually, I did not exactly crawl, I was falling over myself because the need was so intense and painful.

The lamia did not bother letting me make my way to her. SHe whipped her tail around me, moving me to her erections and forcing me to straddle her body. I tried to get her into me, rather clumsily--I had so little control over myself now!--as she wrapped her tail more firmly around me, snaring me in her coils. She "lubed" herself by shoving her lower cock into me--what a relief that was, she was so hot and yet it cooled off my own heat, if for a moment--before shifting her body and shoving both penises into me, the top in my pussy and the other straight into my ass. She made a pleased hiss as she hilted herself inside of me, and I just squirmed and mewled. With as tightly as she had wrapped her coils around me, I was not going anywhere.

The next few hours are a blur to me, honestly. I remember that she used me every way she could think of, occasionally biting me again when it looked like I had recovered enough to resist. Honestly, though, I do not think I could have resisted anymore even without more of her "venom". In the end, I remember becoming aware as she dumped her last load over my breasts and face and down my throat (she had her lower cock in my muzzle). Needless to say, this was not the only wad of spunk she had shot over my face, I was quite the mess!

She looked down at me, grinning wickedly as I panted, both out of arousal and exhaustion (She may have been done, but I certainly was not!), before hissing, "Now, you promised you'd be back later, little kitten slut, so you're going to be back here so I can have another round with you. How about tomorrow... Same time?" She chuckled softly, before murmuring, "Wonderful. It's a date."

She started to put me down, then stopped, smirking a bit as she said, "Oh, but before I go, kitten slut, just to remind you who you belong to..." I felt the heat in her body build for a moment, then it became searing hot, making me shriek both from surprise and pain. As quickly as the heat appeared though, it was gone, and she set me down, drawing a finger along my body. My once-clean gray fur now had a series of snow-white stripes, clean and sharp on my fur. The stripes were small, but they spiraled down my body from my breasts to my left foot.

"That will do it, I think. I'll see you tomorrow, my kitten." She blew me a kiss, before setting me in a puddle in the alleyway, before she slithered off. It took me a second to realize that the puddle was from my own juices and sweat.

I tried to get to my feet, but in that state I really could not walk. So I laid there, waiting to recover, only two thoughts on my mind: how madly I was going to masturbate once I got home, and how I was going to get my revenge on the lamia.