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Year 16 AL, Unholy Defilement
When Luka awoke again, he was immediately hit with a wave of anxiety as he saw a familiar veil of golden cloud up above from where he was lying. There was already a parting in the clouds, revealing the dim Moon above. It barely peaked out of the clouds, shining with it a meager blue glow.
The purple-haired boy slowly sat up, looking around the Heavenly expanse until he spied Ilias's marble throne. To his surprise though, the Goddess of Light was not there. Luka hurriedly glanced around, finally spying hat he was looking for.
Ilias was a few meters off, her back facing him as she stood unmoving before a crater of water. Luka instinctively bristled, already knowing well what this water for by this point. He moved to stand, shaking ever-so-slightly as he came to his feet. Luka clasped his hands together, nervously wringing them around with each step he took towards Ilias. His pace slowed considerable the closer he got, the young Hero practically fragging his feet by the time he was near Ilias's side.
Luka could feel the tension between himself and his Goddess, so much so that he was visibly shivering. No matter how many times he attempted to swallow down his dread it remained, keeping an icy grip on his throat. Eventually, Ilias broke the silence.
"Luka..." She began, her words shaking as if close to faltering, "...My precious Prophet of Light. You do know that I love and care for you, right?" Ilias asked with a noticeable edge to her voice. The purple-haired boy flinched, ever-so-slightly moving from foot to foot. He attempted to agree to this but whatever reason, his words failed to leave his throat. He looked down to the water below, seeing Ilias's reflection in its surface.
She looked furious.
"Y-Y-Yes," Luka finally stuttered out, "I-I know that v-very m-much-"
"-If this is so, then why is it that you keep BETRAYING ME!?" Ilias ended with an uncomfortably loud shout.
Luka gasped, never before having heard her raise her voice in such a way. His voiced failed him once more, being able to do nothing more than stammer as Ilias finally turned to look at him. "Your disobedience hurts me so much and yet, you continue to do so. Why, Luka? Why is it that you do this to me!?" The question may as well have been a dagger, for it plunged into his heart just as sharply as any blade would have.
The Goddess of Light's wings twitched ever so slightly as she moved to fully face him, her bright blue eyes not holding even a modicum of the warmth it usually would. Luka hadn't a chance to even defend himself - not that he had a good explanation either way - before Ilias took a rather large step towards him, easily towering over the boy.
"I saw what you did, Luka. You allowed those Monsters to touch you, to ravish you-" Ilias closed her eyes and clenched her jaw, a great deal of frustration flashing across her face for a moment. "-And you didn't even attempt to fight away this time. You simply allowed it to happen again and again, one after ANOTHER!" Luka shook, the weight of Ilias's words feeling like a crushing pressure onto his shoulders.
The Goddess of Light opened her eyes to see the silent boy drop his gaze to the ground, a stream of tears beginning to fall down his shamefully red cheeks. Whatever fire blazed in her glare was doused by the forlorn sight of her crying Prophet, and Ilias took of a few quiet breathes to calm herself. Simply berating Luka was not going to help matters any.
Ilias leaned down and grabbed his face, causing the purple-haired boy to bristle. "But do not fret, Prophet Luka, for I am prepared to forgive you. My heart will always forgive you even when you slip up." She ran her thumbs across his burning face, wiping away his tears. "I will pardon your sins once again, for my forgiveness is the most gracious. This you know, right?"
Luka did not say anything but he gave a small nod, which Ilias returned. "Good. Now, I must cleanse you once again before we go any farther tonight. You've soiled your flesh to excess this time, and so we must fix that immediately." She stressed. Luka gave another curt nod, "I-I understand, I'm s-sorry, my Goddess. I am ready to be purified." His reply seemed to garner a bit of Ilias's good graces, a hint of a smile growing on her face for a brief moment.
"As I said, I forgive you, my precious Luka." Ilias replied.
While something about the way she worded that struck Luka as strange, he didn't dare say anything to trouble Ilias further. Instead, he swiftly began taking off his nightshirt, not quite noticing how awfully close the Goddess was watching him do this. The young Hero stood in nothing but his underwear, hesitating to take that final layer off.
But with how intently Ilias was staring at him, Luka decided to get it over with quickly. The Goddess of Light watched closely as Luka pulled down his underwear, revealing his flaccid member.
Indeed, she had seen what Luka had did and - more importantly - she had seen what those Monsters has done to her Prophet. Each touch of their impure flesh against his pure body, each one of their tongues running along his hardened shaft, each time they were able to bring him to climax before greedily engorging themselves on his most precious seed...
...It was still an insult onto her name, one that needed to be rectified right now by her Heavenly touch.
"Take my hand, Prophet Luka." Ilias commanded, to which the young Hero obliged. She then led him to the pool as the golden clouds slowly began to dim, guiding him to step inside once again. Luka diligently slipped into the water, this time falling into position for Ilias by submerging his body before she ever began to push him down.
A satisfied grin came to Ilias's face as she knelt down to start rubbing his scalp, digging her fingers through his wavy purple locks while she cleaned him. With practiced poise, she moved on to cupping some of the purifying water into her hands.
"See, isn't this so much better than tainting yourself with Monsters, my Prophet? Is my touch not better than there's ever could be?" She asked. Luka did not answer, allowing her to pour the water over his face. He quickly felt her soft hands begin to massage his face, her fingers stopping very purposely on his lips. For a moment, the purple-haired boy thought that she would kiss him again, but she quickly moved on and pulled him up by his arms to sit again.
Luka felt a hint of confusion, noticing that Ilias was going through the Baptism much quicker than she usually would. There was still a tender care to her touch, but she was quite obviously rushing through the proceedings. Not that he would dare question it, but it perplexed him all the same.
"Tell me that this is better, Luka..." Ilias suddenly said as she ran the tips of her fingers across his pale shoulders, "...I want to hear how my Prophet loves his Goddess's touch." Luka faltered, feeling as though he could hear something odd at the edge of the Goddess's tone. However, at that point, he couldn't afford to upset her more.
"I l-l-love your t-touch, my G-Goddess." Luka said, the words feeling dirty as they came out of his mouth. Nevertheless, Ilias seemed to take great pleasure in this response. "Of course you do, there's nobody more fit to do this for you. Make sure to remember that always." She stressed, lighting running her fingers down his back, the act eliciting a shiver from the young Hero.
The Goddess eventually stopped massaging Luka's back, her hands leaving his skin entirely. After a few moments of not feeling her touch, Luka began to rise as he figured that Ilias was finished...
...But the hands that suddenly gripped his shoulders, said otherwise.
"Wait, my Prophet." Ilias spoke lowly, her throne room becoming illuminated by the scarcest of Moonlight. "We need to be more thorough with this cleaning, due to the severity in which you were stained." She elaborated softly.
Luka's face scrunched up in worry as he felt Ilias stand up from her knees. This worry quickly turned into alarm once the Goddess started stepping into the pool with him. "I-Ilias, what are you-" He began, watching with concern and confusion as she leaned down and grabbed his hands. She gently pulled the young boy up to stand, his pale body from his knees up now completely unprotected by water.
Then, Ilias slowly fell to her knees before him.
"I-Ilias?" Luka asked in panic, his pale-blue eyes growing wide as the Goddess came practically face-to-face with his waist. The Goddess looked up to the young boy and replied, "Your genitals have been soiled by the touch of Monsters, Luka. And so, I must cleanse them in order to finish your Baptism. You do wish to become pure again, don't you?" She asked.
Despite being the one looking down at Ilias, Luka felt as though he was under a microscope. Ilias had never touched him there before while Baptizing him and he didn't understand why it would be necessary now. However, he knew well that the Goddess would certainly be upset if he tried to argue against it.
"Y-Yes, I want to be p-p-pure." Luka stammered out in reply, feeling bile rising at the back of his throat as he did.
Ilias smiled, "Good, then let us begin." Gingerly, the Goddess dropped her hands into the water in preparation. Once done, she took her time bringing them up to Luka's privates. The purple-haired boy tensed to the point of shaking, his flaring anxiety growing worse by the second until it finally happened.
Ilias's left hand lightly gripped the tip of his penis, using her fingers to lift his member up into the air. The Goddess paused for just a second before reaching out and gently gripping Luka's shaft with her right hand. The young Hero jerked, feeling Ilias's fingers curl around his penis. Then, Ilias began to stroke.
Luka stood frozen, his wide pale-blue eyes staring down at his Goddess. He failed to keep himself from squirming as Ilias's fingers ran down his shaft, feeling cold shivers go up and down his spine. The young Hero's mind was messy and jumbled, everything about this felt like a bad dream.
Ilias took her time, watching her hand drift down the young Hero's shaft until going traveling all the way down to the base. Then, she slowly began pulling back up towards the tip. Again and again, Ilias did this, even as the water she had wet her hands with effectively dried. Luka bit his lip as the Goddess's movements started to have more friction, effectively turning her "washing" into a massage.
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Luka gasped as his penis very lightly pulsed, the movement almost being unnoticeable. However, almost unnoticeable was enough for not just him to notice but for Ilias to as well. The Goddess froze, her large blue eyes growing larger as she felt the near undetectable throb that had occurred from Luka's penis. Then, without giving it even a single thought, she gentle squeezed.
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"I-Ilias!" Luka hurriedly sputtered out, a great and terrible unease growing inside him as he tried to pull away. However, the Goddess did not release him. She instead looked up, her gaze alone silencing the purple-haired boy. He grimaced as he felt his penis throb again, his length very unhelpfully growing in Ilias's unfaltering grip.
"Don't fret, my Prophet." Ilias whispered, something very odd on her tone. Whatever it was, its intensity struck Luka very powerfully as he remained in place as the Goddess slowly began to trail her fingers back up his length again, tugging at the sensitive skin of his growing erection. "This is a natural reaction, after all." She softly finished before looking back down to his erection.
Ilias dropped her left hand from the tip of Luka's penis - she didn't have to hold it up anymore, now that he was becoming erect - and dipped it into the water below to wet it before reaching up to cup the purple-haired boy's testicles. Luka jerked, feeling small jolts of pleasure shoot up from the action. Even so, he still tried to argue against this.
"B-But I shouldn't be..." Luka's breath hitched as his penis pulsed again, now at full size. "...L-Like this in front of you." He argued, hoping that his words would stop Ilias from continuing. The Goddess of Light, unfortunately, did not stop. Her hands continued to fondle his genitals, her fingers griping and caressing him all the same.
Ilias herself looked to be in a haze, her eyelids having fallen down halfway as things became considerably more heated. For whatever reason, the Goddess of Light couldn't bring herself to stop, even though she had gone far beyond just cleaning him at this point. Deep down, Ilias knew that this wasn't something that she should be doing but that didn't stop her from relishing in this depraved cleansing.
"Don't feel ashamed, Luka. There is nothing wrong with being vulnerable before me. I am your Goddess, after all, there is no one safer to be like this for." Ilias stated matter-of-factly. Luka cringed and locked up his legs, fighting against the natural urge to thrust into Ilias's hand. The whole thing was striking him as terribly wrong, and so he needed to stop it before it went too far.
"B-But this isn't p-proper," Luka quietly argued, his tone growing steadily more urgent. "A-Angels aren't allowed to be with Humans, s-so this shouldn't be allowed either, r-right?"
Ilias ceased her efforts, the small bit of logic piercing through the haze building in her mind. Luka was right, as the forbidding of relations between Angels and Humans was enforced through the First Commandment for Angels and thus was one Ilias herself should adhere to. However, just as quickly as his words had stopped her, another realization came to the Goddess that negated it:
Luka wasn't fully Human.
This abrupt realization struck Ilias hard, her heart beginning to speed up now that the thought had settled in her mind. As this took hold a certain stirring began to occur within Ilias, bringing with it an unfamiliar heat that grew in her very core. It was a powerful eagerness, one that was urging her to go farther. All at one, the various images of what she had seen Monsters do to her Prophet entered her mind. However, instead of feeling disgust, she felt herself grow curious.
The Goddess of Light had never had much interest in the sensual nature of life, having considered it as a primal urge that was below herself and, by extension, her Angels. Lust was an Earthly thing, one that she had no reason to be interested in. However, who was more fit to satiate the desires of Ilias's Prophet than herself? In her clouded mind, the logic sounded sure.
In fact, it sounded just perfect.
"Don't worry about that, Luka." Ilias said as she started to slow down, her fingers pulling at the delicate flesh of his erection with purpose. "I am your Goddess, I decide what is right and what is wrong. I see no problem with this, and so neither should you." As it would seem though, Ilias's reasoning didn't quite line up to what Luka felt.
"B-But, Ilias, I-I don't think that I want to do this." Luka quietly exclaimed. Ilias stopped stroking, the words of the young Hero causing her to become quite suddenly upset. The Goddess's bright blue eyes looked up and narrowed as they met his gaze. "Why is that my Prophet? It can't be that you would allow Monsters to touch you like this, but not me? You don't prefer them over your Goddess, do you?"
The question felt like a dagger stabbing into Luka's stomach, his precarious position of being at Ilias's mercy not making things much better. He would not dare say that he would rather a Monster to be doing this, but the young Hero wasn't confident at all in saying that he would prefer Ilias doing this either. The very idea of the Goddess pleasuring him was phantasmagoric, it simply shouldn't be happening.
"Th-That's not what I-I meant-" Luka gasped as he felt Ilias continue stroking him without waiting for an answer. Her fingers pressed and kneaded, causing his member to pulse against her touch. "-Then stop fighting it, my Prophet. Relax and allow me to quell your aching desire."
The Goddess of Light's continued efforts began to bear fruit, this being seen in the small amount of precum that bean to leak from the tip of Luka's penis. Ilias found that her nose was very quickly assaulted by the smell, the oddly sweet fragrance being quite intoxicating to her. It helped to grow the odd haze that was starting to enwrap her mind.
As Ilias continued to stroke Luka, she became aware of the fact that her own body was growing increasingly hot. All in her core from her chest to her thighs she felt her skin become heated, almost as if she was inflicted by fever. It was uncomfortable, but yet she found herself liking it all the same.
Luka twitched and squirmed within Ilias's grip, his movements spurring her to fondle him quicker. Ilias's hand was now practically coated in precum, the glistening substance's smell now arousing a deep craving inside of her. The Goddess's red pendant began to glow as she wondered if the substance tasted as good as it smelt...
...And Ilias slowly wetted her lips, in preparation to find out for herself.
The Goddess leaned closer, Luka's penis only being a few centimeters away now. The purple-haired boy himself looked down in apprehension as her face came up right to the head of his penis, wanting so desperately to tell her to stop but his voice repeatedly failed him. He could feel her hot breath tickling at his member, which throbbed painfully in response to the stimulation.
Ilias's lips parted as she closed in until her mouth met the head of Luka's penis, the contact sent a shock through both of them. The Goddess of Light shuddered as a strange eagerness took over her, the sensation urging her to taste and touch. She obliged by tentatively sticking out her tongue, giving an experimental lick up the tip of his erection.
As soon as Ilias took her first taste, she very quickly found out why Monsters so doggedly hounded her Prophet for his seed. The Goddess was shocked by just how sweet he tasted; it was unlike anything she could've imagined. So much so, that she swallowed down Luka's precum without a second thought. If there was one word Ilias could use to describe it, it would be Ambrosia.
And Ilias very suddenly decided that she needed more of it.
Ilias abandoned all pretense, all but jumping forward to force in as much of Luka's length into her mouth as she could. The young Hero yelped as he was forced back, nearly toppling out of the pool as he was forced to sit on the edge of the pool. Luka shook and trembled as the Goddess placed her hands on his thighs, being unable to do anything but watch as she swiftly wrapped her lips around his penis once more.
Luka cringed, feeling as Ilias took in his member all the way until its head struck the back of her throat. A confusing mix of distress and bliss swirled within him as the Goddess of Light's head bobbed up and down. It felt good yes, but it was impossible to ignore the fact that this just wasn't right. Ilias and he shouldn't be doing this, that much he was certain of.
But - as Ilias's Prophet - Luka couldn't deny her; all he could do was sit still, and hope that it would soon be over.
Ilias pulled back, her wet lips leaving his erection with a wet plop. The pendent around her neck was burning red as she panted, "You're so pent up, my Prophet." She noted, cupping his testicles again with one hand while continuing to jerk him off with the other. "As terrible as that is, allowing Monsters to force a release from you is sinful" The Goddess's commanding gaze aimed straight up to meet the uncertain eyes of her Prophet.
"As I had said before: this is an intimacy only those who can love are able to share. You understand what I mean about this, don't you?" Ilias asked pointedly. Luka froze at her purposeful wording, his mind coming to an unthinkable conclusion. All at once, various things that Ilias had said to him in the past ran through his mind, from when she had first Baptized him.
"...O, Universe. Accept him as I have and allow him to be a part of Heaven's Will. So he may be my most beloved and precious servant, my intended p-partner in Light..."
To the times where Ilias would talk to him about love.
"This is why you should always keep guard of yourself when around Monsters. Even if they seem friendly, it could be a farce made to lead you into temptation. Only beings who follow the Light can love. Beings like you... And me..."
It all implied something that Luka couldn't fathom being true, but the evidence was too great to simply shrug off now. The only logical conclusion was that Ilias, the Goddess of Light herself, had feelings for him. The very concept of someone like Ilias feeling that way for him sounded insane but with how she acted, it only made sense. The only issue Luka had now, was the fact that he didn't know how to take this revelation.
But things very soon, would get even more complicated.
Ilias jerked, her face suddenly now showing a great amount of shock and anxiety. The eerie red glow of her pendent was snuffed out like a candleflame as the Goddess sensed the very abrupt approach of a certain Seraph. Before Luka could even react, Ilias jumped to her feet and grabbed him from under his arms to lift him up.
Luka yelped as another wave of fear struck him, but all the Goddess did was hurriedly place him outside of the purification pool. Ilias then retrieved his white nightshirt, haphazardly throwing it over his head and clumsily pulling it down. To his credit, Luka was able to react quick enough to help thrust his arms into the sleeves, just barely getting his shirt on as an unexpected intruder arrived.
A section of cloud just a few meters away suddenly parted as an Angel shot up and into the throne room, this Angel being the Great Seraph Eden herself. She looked towards the marble throne - where Ilias would normally be sitting right now - with a great big frown, a telling indicator to how successful her efforts with Marcellus were so far.
"Ilias, I apologize for my intrusion, but I don't know if I can do this anymore! That man is absolutely insuffer-" Eden paused, realizing a touch too late that the Goddess was not sitting in her usual spot. Meanwhile, Ilias quickly stepped out of the purifying pool and patted down her dress, cringing as the soaked bottom-half of her clothing clung tight to her now sensitive skin.
Hearing the splash of water, Eden whirled around to face Ilias and Luka. The Seraph froze when she faced the two, taking in what was to her a truly perplexing sight.
Ilias stood with her hands folded over her waist, trying to appear as relaxed as she could after being. However, there were a few tell-tale signs of something being off, such as the slight quiver to her legs or the unusual tint of red painting her face. The Goddess looked flustered, which was without a doubt not a common occurrence.
Luka, on the other hand, was not nearly as good at hiding his distress. It was plain to see from his face alone that something was wrong, as he was pale and wide-eyed, not to mention the fact that he was very purposely keeping his gaze averted from Eden and aimed squarely on the clouds below his feet.
"A-Apologies, my Goddess, am I..." Eden trailed off, all but choking on her words as she took in the pair's compromising situation, any and all anger instantly being replaced by shock and confusion. "...Interrupting something?" The Seraph asked quietly.
The throne room was devoid of noise, a tense hush filling the atmosphere between the three. Luka felt as though he couldn't move, remaining stuck in place standing besides Ilias. The purple-haired boy couldn't muster up any type of comment, as his mind was in a mess trying to accept what had just happened between himself and Ilias.
The Goddess's thoughts were similarly in disorder, finding it very difficult to think clearly with how her excitement and frustration warred within her head. It certainly didn't help that even the smallest movement of her legs caused jolts of pleasure to shoot up into her body.
"No, Eden. Luka and I were simply taking care of some p-private matters, that's all." Ilias explained, smiling as she nodded. Normally, the words of her Goddess would remove all doubt from Eden's mind but as her gaze went back to Luka, she couldn't help but notice how troubled he appeared. A peculiar urge took over her, one that \implored her to console her nephew.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry for intruding, my Goddess. If you wish, I can return later?" Eden's suggestion caused Luka's gaze to swiftly snap up and meet the Seraph's. The young Hero did not say anything, but the look in his eyes was enough to make the Seraph paused. The odd fear in his gaze bothered Eden greatly, so much so that she hastily backpedaled, "Unless he is ready now?"
Ilias didn't immediately answer, her mind a mess thanks to what she had just been doing. Pleasure and shame ran through her with equal intensity, not helping her to clear her thoughts in the slightest. If anything was clear to Ilias, it was the fact that she urgently needed to be alone to digest what she had just done.
"...Yes, Eden. L-Luka is fine to go with you now." Ilias finally said.
Luka didn't waste even a moment to move, move to bridge the gap between himself and his Seraphim Aunt. Ilias's heart throbbed painfully with each step he took, the profane heat within her still burning in her chest. More perverse thoughts kept reminding her of the fact that she had not brought Luka to a climax, that his erection was no doubt still stiff beneath that nightshirt of him...
...It took all she had to let Luka continue walking away.
Eden, meanwhile, watched her purple-haired nephew approach with great concern. The Seraph then shifted her attention to Ilias, noticing that her Goddess was watching Luka very intently. Eden's face scrunched up just a tad, a strange agitation bubbling up inside of her from how Ilias was gazing at her nephew.
'That's odd...' Eden thought as she tried her best to shake off the bizarre anger, focusing back on Luka as he stepped up to her. The Seraph held out a hand, which Luka took in his own as soon as he could. His hand latched onto her own, the strength of his grip surprising Eden somewhat. It was almost as if he was holding on to her for the sake of his life itself, which left the Seraph wondering why exactly that would be.
Did Ilias make Luka this scared?
Eden couldn't fathom that being the case, but there wasn't much else in the way of explanations otherwise. As much as the Seraph would like to ask, the urge to leave the throne room was stronger than her curiosity. Which was also strange, considering the fact that Eden usually took great pride in every opportunity to be around her Goddess. But at the moment, that was not the case.
The Great Seraph struggled to find anything to say in departure, simply taking disappearing into the floor of golden clouds with Luka in tow.
Leaving Ilias alone.
The Goddess of Light silently stared ahead at where Eden and Luka had been, the fuzzy feeling that had been clouding her head now beginning to subside. Another series of trembling wracked her legs, nearly causing her knees to buckle completely. Ilias glanced down to the pool of purifying water, the events of what had just transpired running through her mind.
On some level, Ilias knew that she had made a mistake. Touching Luka like that had been questionable and tasting him on top of that had definitely been a step too far; however, the Goddess would be lying if she said that it wasn't exhilarating.
If only Luka had been as eager.
Indeed, Ilias could tell from the way he acted after that Luka had not seemed to enjoy it as much as she had. Ilias knew what Luka's face looked when he was being pleasured, and it was never that doubtful or anxious. This was a fact that bothered Ilias a great deal. Luka should've enjoyed it, he should've wanted more, he should've been upset over Eden interrupting them as well! Shouldn't he!?
Unless Luka truly did prefer the touch of Monsters...
...No, that couldn't be true.
If it was then that meant that the purest soul in existence would rather be embraced in the perversion of Darkness, then be in the tender caress of Light. This was incongruous with his very nature, with what he represented. Light and Dark did not mix, they couldn't mix. Ilias knew this as unequivocal truth; it was an absolute of the very Universe itself!
Obviously, Luka was just confused. That's why he acted uncertain, it had to be! Ilias just needed to better educate her Prophet, to enlighten him. Which meant that the Goddess would need to work even harder to set him straight, to teach Luka what was proper and what was not. Ilias looked away from the pool of water but her gaze quickly stopped again as it spied something lying on the edge of the pool:
It was Luka's underwear.
The Goddess of Light faltered upon making this discovery, quickly realizing that she had indeed forgotten to return this article of clothing back to her Prophet when she had hastily redressed him. This also meant that Luka was currently running around Heaven with nothing but a shirt! Clearly, the proper thing to do would be to return the underwear back to Luka.
The pendent sitting on Ilias's collarbone began to glow once more as she approached the forlorn piece of white cloth, the light slowly growing brighter as she drew closer. Once more a fuzzy haze began to fall over the Goddess's mind as she reached down and grabbed Luka's underwear, a slight tremble hitting her as she stood back up again.
Ilias's gaze lingered at Luka's underwear for a few moments, a certain smell coming to her nose. The arousal of the young Hero was very familiar to her now, and so she could immediately identify it coming off of his most private clothing. Considering how active he had been that day plus the fact that Alice had brought him to climax not long before he arrived in Heaven, it would naturally have him musk clinging to it.
Quite suddenly, Ilias's interest in returning the garment plummeted.
'It's not like he'll need it right now anyways. I can just hold onto it until Eden brings him back.' Ilias reasoned, clenching Luka's underwear a bit tighter in her hand as she returned to her marble throne. The Goddess of Light sat down, her gaze unwavering as she stared down at the fabric in her hands.
The heat she had felt when "purifying" Luka returned full force as she remembered how his erection had felt in her hands, how it tasted in her mouth. It had been unlike anything Ilias had ever felt in her eons-long life, it was as though she had unlocked a part of herself that she had never even known was sealed in the first place. Ilias wanted more, she wanted so much more.
This desire couldn't be denied any longer; Ilias had ignored it since giving Luka his first Baptism, but it now was too great.
The dreams she had about Luka, the way touching him made her feel, the excitement she was feeling even now, it was all things she had never felt before. Even now her heart hammered away in her chest, almost as though it would burst right out if her chest at any moment. What else could this be, but love?
It should've been a startling revelation, but Ilias felt no shock. If anything, she felt a strange relief, as if some great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. In fact, it began to make more sense with each passing second. It fit so well in the grand scheme of things, when Ilias considered what Luka was. Maybe this is why he had been sent to her by the Universe; to bring peace not just to Ilias's World, but to the Goddess herself as well.
Now the only question, was how can Ilias make Luka see this? He hadn't seemed very comfortable with that type of closeness between himself and her moments ago, yet he hadn't necessarily tried to stop her either. Did this not mean that he had to feel the same to some extent?
Yes, it must be so. Thus, all Ilias had to do, was nudge him in the right direction. After all, what better way to get Luka closer to Light than by getting closer to the Goddess of Light herself? But how could she accomplish this, how could she get him to see her in that way? She couldn't just throw herself at him the next moment she got, then she'd be no better than a licentious Monster.
No better than the Monster Lord.
Ilias paused, a sudden revelation coming to her as she pondered Luka's future.
The young Hero was destined to fight Alice, that much was certain. This was something she had always planned on rewarding him for, but now it offered the perfect opportunity for Ilias. What better a reward for slaying the Monster Lord than Ilias herself?
The Goddess could see it in her mind's eye: She would descend to Earth once Luka slayed Alice and offer him the greatest gift she could give him: a place at her side for all eternity. Once Luka accepted her love they would break their chastity together as Prophet and Goddess, bonding themselves together forevermore. It was a strange and perverse fantasy, but Ilias could not ignore the stirring that grew within her just from the thought alone...
...One could even say, that it sounded absolutely perfect.
So, Ilias has completely fallen off the deep end, Luka is getting more traumatized, and Eden is now becoming suspicious of what's going on between them.
Not even sure what to say, other than that if the Baptisms didn't disturb before, they certainly will now, as Ilias will start really trying to give much more thorough "cleansings" from here on out. That, and the non-consensual nature of them will only grow worse.
Apologies in advance.
Nothing much else to say, other than that I'm working for that M rating.
F14M3RZ: Well, we can give Lona a pass because - in theory - she wouldn't have actually tried forcing him if she was more in control of herself.
Alice's eyes glowing was less of her about to use Eyes of Obedience and more of just me adding detail to the scene. At this point, Alice doesn't need to (or would) force Luka to let her feed. He's in too deep at this point to say no. As for any scenes using Alice's Human form, well, that's yet to be seen.
And as for your last comment, well, you'll see how that plays out.
Guest: Yeah, we aren't going to have any too-soon love confessions here. That will be reserved for later...
omegaqilin: The reason why Luka gave in this quick this time, is because this was the first instance of him smelling Alice's arousal. That in of itself, would (in my mind) be much more alluring then the common Monster's, which he is already sensitive to.
And it probably goes without saying, but Eden's turnaround has now officially begun. She doesn't quite understand what's going on, but she's going to be paying more attention now. Especially since Luka is going to be very off in this next tour of Heaven.