CIESA Go to Sleep
From Create Your Own Story
Anya stretches and yawns, crawling into the surprisingly comfortable bed. It had been a long day, and she was so very glad to rest at last. Sleep came over her quickly.
Darkness, then light. All around, a sourceless light glimmered off the walls, a perfect sphere all around, Anya floating near one side. The walls seemed to writhe and pulse, like they were made of slithering worms coated in slick ichor. To her horror, she realized they were, as her eyes followed them to the center of the chamber. A figure, curvaceous with purple skin and long horns, was bound by her wrists and ankles, splayed apart as the inky tentacles slid over her nude body. The tendrils squeezed and squished her breasts, slid along her legs, and pumped furiously at her cunt and ass. Her mouth was stuffed with tentacles as well, such that the only sound she made was muffled moans of pleasure. But it was clear whoever this creature was was not here of her own will.
"She is Paika," a voice says. Two more purple figures materialize on either side of Anya, touching her shoulders. "She is our mother, and she needs your help. Our time is short, so you must listen. You are gifted both of body and soul, a perfect vessel much like the last Pope was. A dark force has bound our Goddess here, a pact of mortals that only a mortal can break. Three totems; deals, debauchery, and subterfuge. Only so long as they stand will their three powers combined hold Paika. Destroy them, champion, and free our dear mother, our beloved Goddess!
Anya shot bolt upright, covered in cold sweat. A hand was quickly on her shoulder, causing her to twist away in fear. "Calm, dear!" a familiar voice said. "It's me, Iovia."
"A n-nightmare..." Anya stutters. The thought of those tentacles violating that woman caused her a bizarre mix of fear and arousal.
"No, dear," Iovia said, patting her shoulder reassuringly. "That was a message from the daughters of Paika. They told me as you laid down that you were the one, so, knowing what they'd show you, I came here."
"What..." Anya started. "Who... who are you people?"
Iovia smiled softly. "We're some of the last remnants of the Cult of Paika, a cult of love and sex, devoted mostly to women. In a way we are much like a Dibellan cult, but our practices are far more... varied, to say to the least. Sex is no taboo; in fact, we hold very few taboos. But our cult was called debased and depraved by the Thalmor when they invaded Cyrodiil, where our citadel once was, beneath the lavish Tiber Septim Hotel. We were scattered, most of our churches in other places discovered and razed. Only three remain, all here in Skyrim, all concealed to any but those allowed to see them."
"That's why Arvus..." Anya began, trailing off.
"Exactly," Iovia said.
Anya turned it all over in her head. A sex cult, a trapped goddess, and she being the chosen one to rescue her? It was a lot for a struggling adventurer with seventeen septims to her name to take in. Still, it gave her something she'd lacked for a long time now - a purpose. It didn't hurt that she likes sex, though she isn't sure how she'll handle the implications of "no taboos". Anya closed her eyes. The vision of Paika still resonated in her mind. She had to do something. "I'll do it," Anya said.
Iovia grabbed Anya in a huge hug. "Oh, I'm so glad to hear it! For two decades our Goddess has suffered, and now finally she will be freed!" Freeing Anya and standing, clearing her throat and regaining her composure, she continued, "We will need to initiate you before you can truly begin. Everyone, even the Chosen One, must be properly welcomed before the full power of the Goddess will become yours."
"What exactly does 'initiation' entail?" Anya asks.
"Oh, that's simple, really. We all gather around in a circle and watch as one of us fucks you silly. All you really have to do is orgasm by one of us while in the ritual circle, and you'll be one of us."
"I... I see..." Anya says. Though nervous outwardly, she hated to admit that a part of her sort of liked the idea. It was daring and new.
"In the meantime," Iovia said, "you can go talk to Voldyne if you want. She's usually in the stable this hour, either practicing her magic or tending to her horse. The twins Fjald and Frejta are just out in the woods practicing their martial skills, as always. As for me, I've got schooling to do - Arvus certainly won't teach himself."
