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Kokomi didn’t know how she ended up like this.
It was truly blasphemous for the Divine Priestess to be fucked like a common whore. But if anyone was to take her carnally, ought it not be the god herself? Was that not how it should be?
But the Electro Archon was not her god.
But as Ei loomed over her, strap buried deep inside her, she made every effort to change her mind.
Every slam of her cock into her made Kokomi's head spin. The noises she made were unholy. The truth was, she was glad they were far away from any other human who had a chance of overhearing her. The shame burned hot through her but it felt so good.
Ei had a firm grip on Kokomi’s wrists, pinning them above her head—her other hand wrapped tight around her throat.
“Say my name,” the Electro Archon demanded. “Say it!”
And she wanted to, she wanted to scream it to the heavens.
But as she lay on the skull of her god, Orobashi, she bit her tongue.
Ei let out a snarl of frustration. For she wanted it, she wanted her to cry out her name so that her god may hear how far she'd fallen.
The only thing she could do was scream.
It was odd to be summoned to the Tenshukaku alone. Usually, Kokomi dealt with the Tengu General as opposed to the Electro Archon herself. But there was a first time for everything.
Perhaps Ei decided that it was finally time to enter negotiations herself.
She hadn't played a huge part in the rebellion or the resulting negotiations, leaving it to her subjects. And part of Kokomi was disappointed. Here was the famed Raiden Shogun who swept through Inazuma and cleansed it of all evil. She had studied her tactics, her ruthlessness, her brutal efficiency to achieve her own goal. She wished to see the woman herself.
"What if it's a trap?" Gorou asked her, after she informed him of the summons.
"The war is over," she reminded him.
But then again, wasn't it strange? Wasn't it unusual?
It didn't help that Kokomi, having to travel all the way from Watatsumi Island to Narukami, arrived in the middle of a lightning storm. The sky above was shadowed grey with dark clouds, purple flicking between them. She couldn't even tell if it was night or day.
She traveled alone, arriving on Ei's doorstep with only herself to offer.
For the first time, she entered negotiations where they did not have neutral grounds. She stood in the home of the woman who slayed Orobashi, ending her god to leave it to decay on her island. Part of her was disgusted at herself for even considering speaking with her—as the Priestess, was it not sacrilegious to even entertain the thought of conversing with her?
Watatsumi recognised her power. They could not stand against her.
But it didn't mean she had to be happy about it.
The Shogunate escorted her through the palace, a silent guard through the silent abode. It didn't help the uneasy atmosphere. But Kokomi had planned ahead for any anticipated outcomes. Ei would not get the better of her.
Eventually, she was shown to the only room with lights in this section of the palace. It had to be night—why else would it be so empty?
Kokomi dipped her head to the guards. "Thank you."
They dispersed without a word, leaving her lingering outside the room. She had to take a second to pause and let herself remember that she was in control. Ei might be a god but she was not hers.
Kokomi pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Ei was seated behind a desk, the world outside lighting up with a flash of lightning. Her position was slouched, purple gaze cutting to hers, and she smiled, showing a hint of fangs.
"Welcome."
Intimidating but beautiful.
Just how Kokomi liked them.
Though her mouth dried at the sight of the Archon before her, she did not give away indication. Kokomi sat down in the chair in front of her. It didn't help that her attire exposed a large amount of skin, namely around her chest area. She didn't want to stare.
But also it was very hard not to.
For a moment, Ei looked her up and down, a defined smirk settling upon her lips.
Why was she so hot? It didn't help that Kokomi found Kujou Sara beautiful every time they sat down for peace talks. She was quite distracting. But compared to the Electro Archon? How was she going to focus?
"Shall we begin?" Ei asked coolly.
Kokomi and Kujou Sara had spoken at length about how to keep the peace and the requirements for such. The truth was that Watatsumi needed aid after the long rebellion against the Vision Hunt Decree. After being cut off from the main markets and supply chains, her people were hungry and tired. They needed the aid that came with rejoining Inazuma.
As they spoke, Kokomi was surprised that Ei didn't argue or renegotiate her points. She wasn't like her general at all. Where Kokomi would have had to fight tooth and nail with Sara to achieve what she wanted, Ei was much more compliant.
Eventually, she had to ask.
To which Ei only shrugged. "Aid is supplied to any citizen of Inazuma, provided they acknowledge the Raiden Shogun."
Her eyes flashed once and Kokomi warily realised the challenge. It was no secret that they worshiped the Watatsumi Omikami as opposed to the Electro Archon. Orobashi had given her ancestors life and land anew. They would always be grateful.
This was only a power play from an arrogant god.
Ei tilted her head, as if waiting for her to speak.
Kokomi cleared her throat. "Well, Watatsumi recognises you as their god, therefore-"
"Do you?" Ei lazily cut into her statement.
"Excuse me?"
"Do you, Kokomi, recognise me as your god?" There was no describing the look in her eyes. For they burned like lightning into her very soul. Ei gazed at her intensely.
She frowned. "As the Divine Priestess of Watatsumi, I speak for my people and their views-"
"That is not what I asked you."
Once again the storm outside flashed and Kokomi fell silent.
"I asked you, as Kokomi, not the Divine Priestess or whatever title you hold. Do you see me as your god?"
For the first time since she set foot on Narukami Island, Kokomi didn't know what to say. In all of her preparing and planning for every scenario she hadn't anticipated this. The focus ought not to have been on her but on Watatsumi. Yet Ei looked at her if she couldn't care less about their negotiations.
Ei's eyes narrowed. "I asked you a question."
"O-Of course I do-"
"Lies."
A hot streak of frustration rushed through her at how haughty Ei came across. They were on equal footing here. And yet she laughed behind her desk, uncaring.
"Will you let me speak?!" Kokomi snapped.
"If you do not think me a fool to believe your dishonesty, go ahead."
Kokomi glared at her and Ei glared back.
"No. I do not see you as my god." What was she doing? "I worship Orobashi, the Great God of the Oceans. While I tolerate your rule for the good of my people, I do not like it."
Thunder shook the palace, as if the storm was directly overhead. It was said that the Electro Archon possessed the power of storms to rain lightning bolts upon any who stood against her. Was there a reason one thundered upon her very head?
"I am pleased with your honesty."
"But not with my answer?"
Ei rose from her seat with a sigh. "It is not everyday someone desires to deny divine power, even when she is seated right in front of it."
"Divine power?" Kokomi sneered. "You may be a god but you are not mine-!
Lightning flashed bright purple across the sky. In that same moment the lights cut out and the door slammed closed.
Kokomi spun in her chair to see Ei shadowed by the doorway, a firm hand having slammed it shut. Her head was bowed, cloaking her in deep shadows.
"Do you think I would be so naive to believe my rule secure if the leader of the far island does not have faith in me?"
Ei paced forward slowly, eyes glowing in the dark. Each step was calculated, like a panther stalking her prey. Each one Kokomi felt right to her core.
Ei grasped the back of her chair, looming over her.
"Faith? Is that what you want from me?" Kokomi didn't stand up. "I am afraid you must look somewhere else."
"You will deny your god, Sangonomiya Kokomi."
"I will do no such thing."
Ei's face was close enough for Kokomi to taste her breath. Sweet, hot against her lips. When had she started to pant? When had her heart started to race?
Ei dragged a nail down her cheek, watching her squirm in her chair. She knew exactly what effect she had on Kokomi.
"Then I shall make you."
Kokomi screamed when Ei grabbed her.
Briefly, her mind was transported back to when Gorou worried if she was walking into a trap. She ought to have known that Ei had intentions for something other than negotiations.
But what she hadn't expected was the vicious kiss.
She described her as a panther, a predator after prey, and her kiss held true. Ei kissed her like she wanted to devour her. Teeth dug into her lip and Kokomi gasped. And the moment her mouth opened, Ei's tongue was inside.
She was kissing the Electro Archon.
More like the Electro Archon was kissing her, for Kokomi froze in place. She hadn't prepared a counter measure for this—hadn't even thought of it as an option.
Kokomi's back hit the desk, the Shogun roughly placed between her legs.
"Your eyes betray you," Ei murmured, squeezing her waist. "I have divine sight. Do you think you can hide your sin from I?"
"Sin-? I don't-?"
Ei palmed her breasts over her clothes, making her choke off in a moan. "You could defend yourself. I know the heavens bestowed a vision onto you. But you will not. Do you know why?"
Her hand strayed lower, flitting across exposed skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.
"Because despite your show of being higher or morally superior, you are like every mortal at your core. You desire. You want. You need."
Kokomi whined as Ei pressed her hand between her legs. Shame rushed through her at the idea that she was already wet from a mere kiss and clothed touching. But already her logical mind was being lost to lust and desire.
"You devote yourself to the divine because you want from us. Well. I shall give you what you want."
Kokomi wasn't used to being out of control. The reason the Rebellion lasted so long against the Shogunate was because she knew how to play the game. She knew the moves and how to control the pieces, including herself. Even when cornered, she had the upper hand.
But what was a priestess to a god? Ought she not fall to her knees in worship? Or spread her legs for this one?
As Ei pressed her hips against hers, she could feel the toy between her legs. The length rubbed against her, sending pleasurable sensations through her body.
"Did you wear that for me?" she panted. "Did you call me here with the intent of fucking me? Maybe you're the needy one."
Ei didn't not appear bothered by her taunt. She lazily moved the fabric of her top aside, reaching for her shorts. For a second, she appeared to appraise them, fingers sliding across the seam. Then she tore them off without a care.
Kokomi gasped at being so exposed.
But Ei's expression was only amused. Her fingers ran up her slit, gathering wetness. Once satisfied, she pushed a finger into her.
Kokomi's body arched involuntarily, up into the Shogun's waiting arms. She added another finger, gently preparing her for the size of the cock around her hips.
"You see, Priestess, I know you have no faith in Electro. I see all that transpires in my land. And I can see your wandering eyes, so disgusting."
Seemingly satisfied, Ei withdrew her hand and spread her legs. And to her shame, Kokomi did not stop her.
"You eye my General with intentions so impure, my stomach rolls. Or even my Guuji but they have no interest in you."
Possessive language, a hand tightening around her throat. It appeared even a god as old as Ei had no idea how to share. Even as she held her too, there was a possessiveness to her too. Ei wanted her. She couldn't stand the idea that Orobashi had Kokomi when she had not.
"It was so obvious what you desired."
"And what is that?"
Ei lined the end of her strap up and smiled. "Can you not tell?"
And pushed inside her.
Kokomi could pretend all she wanted but Ei knew the truth. The Priestess was pent up and needy—the perfect plaything for her. She had watched as her eyes strayed from her face down to her chest, quickly looking away as if no one would notice. Ei noticed.
She had wanted her the moment she lay eyes upon her. Such a pretty fragile waif with a heart of a sinner; she was perfect.
As she thrust the strap into her, Kokomi moaned.
She hadn't pushed her away or denied her need. But the shame burned red on her cheeks and she refused to meet her eyes. The Priestess was so small and the cock Ei had chosen for her so large. On purpose, of course. She wanted to see just how much she could make her take.
Finally Ei's hips met Kokomi's, fully inside her. She paused, taking in the sight before her.
Kokomi lay sprawled back across her desk, their sheets and negotiations scattered the floor without care. She was panting now, eyes fluttering as she tried to adjust to the size. Ei touched her stomach and smirked at the slight bulge.
"Fuck me-" Kokomi moaned.
A slight roll of hips was all it took to break her sentence.
"I am."
Kokomi glared at her.
The Priestess was surely furious at her. What had seemed like an innocent negotiation had turned into a darker game. Ei cared not for whatever trivial aid she bartered and negotiated for. That was Sara's job. Possessing Kokomi's faith and loyalty was hers.
Kokomi hated her for killing her God.
But didn't the hatred make it that much better?
Didn't the burn make the flames all that hotter?
Ei gripped her thighs and pulled out. The noise Kokomi made almost made her lose control. She wanted to fuck the sense out of her, to make her submit and give in. She would in time.
"Are you ready?"
"Fuck you."
Ei was only too happy to oblige.
She started to fuck at a quick pace, hips slapping into Kokomi's to accent each thrust. Kokomi was so wet she slid in and out easily, wet noises so obscene it made her stomach curl in delight. She had barely touched the woman and yet she was soaking for her already.
Ei braced the two of them against the desk, adjusting her angle to hit deeper inside her.
Kokomi's eyes rolled back in her head. She clung to her—she couldn't even form words.
"Too much?" Ei panted.
Kokomi made a noise that was both a curse and moan.
Just how Ei liked them: fucked too stupid to speak.
Nails dug into her back and Kokomi's seized, body arching up into her. "Sweet Orobashi-!"
Irritation rushed through her. Ei growled. "And herein lies our problem."
Kokomi howled in frustration when she pulled out, leaving the cock wet and heavy against her stomach. She pulled away at the brink of her orgasm, much to her dissatisfaction.
"You-!"
"Ah, ah!" Ei caught her easily, pinning her back to the desk. "This is what I mean. You will deny your god. And so I won't let you cum until you cry my name."
Kokomi's face flushed red hot. "What?!"
"I am your god. It should be my name that you are crying out."
"You're insane."
Ei had to smile. "I have all eternity. Do you think you will withstand me forever?"
Keeping her grip firmly pinning her down, Ei pressed inside her once more. In the end, she intended to leave her a weeping mess. It didn't matter if the tears came now or later.
"I will break you. Again and again—until you turn to me. Deny your god, Sangonomiya Kokomi. And I will give you what you want."
Kokomi shook her head. "I can't- I-"'
"Very well." Ei flipped her around to pin her to the desk. "We will see if you keep this stance."
She looked so cute with her ass up, pussy dripping down her legs. Waiting and ready for her cock. Kokomi braced herself against the desk, head bowed. But not once did she ask to stop.
It was always the innocent looking ones that had a dark heart. Kokomi was into being used like a slut, merely a hole for Ei to fuck.
Ei liked the view she had from behind, slapping her ass to punctuate her thrusts. Oh, the way she moaned and swore for her. She was particularly vocal when Ei yanked her hair, arching her back to kiss her.
And each time she could feel her nearing orgasm, she stopped completely.
And Kokomi cursed her each time, hips chasing hers, desperate enough even to grind against her thigh for even a touch. She was beautiful like this. Such wasted potential serving the deceased serpent.
But she had more stamina than Ei anticipated.
Ei's hips were slowing. How many times has she denied her? She brought her to the brink of arrival and snapped to a standstill. And yet Kokomi had not said her name. She snapped and told her to fuck off—but nothing else.
Did she… enjoy the denial?
Ei took her roughly in many different positions: against the window, making her ride in her chair, leg raised over her shoulder, even with her mouth too. She soaked the desk and sheets along with it. But yet, no name escaped her lips but Orobashi.
And Ei hated that.
She killed that snake years ago and yet it still had its clutches on her people. Because Kokomi was hers.
As she pulled out for the countless time, she snarled in annoyance. She would possess the priestess before the night ended; one way or another.
Kokomi whined into her ear, nails scraping uselessly over her clothes. She bit at her earlobe.
"Expecting me—ah!—to break?" she moaned. " Please. Your dick isn't nearly that good-!"
If she wanted a rise out of Ei, she had it.
Anger surged through her like the electricity of which she ruled. How could a mortal hope to insult her? If she wanted, how many times could she have made her cum tonight? She glowered at Kokomi's mocking laugh and decided, that was it. She was done playing nice.
Ei looped an arm around her waist and teleported.
The world spun, a blur of energy and space, but she had landed where she wanted. She lay Kokomi against the soft grass, pressed between her legs still. The night air was cooler than in her palace, appearing to rouse the priestess.
"What? Where are we?"
For the first time, her hands gathered in front of her kimono, pushing away.
Ei let her but didn't let her go.
Kokomi looked at their surroundings, brows furrowed in confusion. Where they rested would not be immediately obvious but to someone such as Kokomi, she realised quickly. And her face drained of colour.
"Do you not recognise this place, Divine Priestess?" Ei cooed. "Is this not familiar?"
Kokomi weakly shook her head, apparently speechless. Ei tipped her head back, pressing a bolt of electricity into her neck. Kokomi whimpered. The sky thundered around them, only music for their joining.
"Can you not feel its presence, even in death? You of all people ought to know. Or has your god abandoned you even now?"
"You're sick," Kokomi rasped. "Why would you-?"
"Because you are mine now." Her hand tightened around her throat, forcing her to look her in the eye. "I want you to scream my name so that your old god may hear."
“Please no-”
“That’s it. Beg me,” Ei crooned. Once again she guided her strap into Kokomi’s soaking pussy, hands finding soft skin. “Beg me for release, for power, for anything. Because you want it, Kokomi. You know you do.”
Kokomi squirmed but not to shove her away. Her legs tightened around her hips, driving her deeper into her. Was it not proof of how twisted they were that this aroused her? That Ei could feel her leaking against her. She lifted her leg against her, leaning her back.
“I am going to fuck you against dear Orobashi’s skull and you are going to enjoy it.”
She was so cute. The weak whimpering, the tears, but her body betrayed her. She played war strategist against Ei’s army for so long, she believed herself the best. But what could she do against a god? Ei had to laugh. Mortal arrogance knew no bounds.
The eyes of the skull held twin electro seelies, energy only amplified by her presence. The sky washed purple, reflecting off her sweet skin.
Kokomi may hold a Hydro vision but she would bear Electro's mark. Ei kissed her throat, taking in all her sweet moans.
Kokomi was going to break.
She was no stranger to pain or denial—rather she enjoyed both. Ei hadn't held back when she fucked her in the office. Grass had grown upon the corpse of her god, acting as a cushion beneath her back. But she could still feel the hard bone beneath her, the ridges of skeleton like mountain peaks before her. It was sick and disgusting and unbearably hot.
Even Orobashi fell to the Raiden Shogun. And she could not hope to surpass her god.
Ei tore her clothes apart, leaving them in shreds around them. Bruises from how rough she handled her marked up and down her body.
Kokomi had often wondered how Ei had wiped all evil from Inazuma. To sweep through an entire nation, what sort of person was she? She understood now: Ei finished what she started.
“Sweet priestess…” Hot breath on her neck, teeth digging into her weak skin. "I can feel you…"
The strap slid in and out with each rhythmic motion of Ei's hips. Each pulse sent Kokomi to new heights. If she didn't come now, her body would give out on her.
But as her walls clenched around Ei's cock, she could feel her slowing.
Kokomi locked her ankles and sobbed.
“Ei. Ei, please-!”
Lightning erupted all around them and the ground trembled. Kokomi's vision blurred from crying but she clearly saw the glow of purple eyes full of satisfaction.
“That’s a good girl.” Ei’s touch was gentle, brushing the tears from her cheek.
That would do nothing. They kept coming. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Could she ask for forgiveness? Would Ei be angry at her for apologising to the god that was not her?
But if she was, she did not give any indication.
Ei kissed the column of her throat, as if praising her vocal cords for betraying her—for surrendering to her. She was glad she focused lower. Kokomi didn’t think she could look her in the eye.
"I think you finally deserve what you desire."
Ei started to thrust once again but this time she didn't stop. Kokomi swore Ei would tear her apart. That was what it felt like—as if she would destroy her with her cock. Kokomi clung onto her, surrendering all control to the feeling of her. Against her, inside her, taking her body and soul. The pure possesivness of the way she fucked her, it was everything.
"Ei!" Kokomi came with her god’s name upon her lips, screaming loud enough for the heavens to hear. Orobashi would surely have heard even in death of how the Divine Priestess broke for a new, stronger god. No weak whispered apologies would be able to repair the damage done. She was hers.
And Ei’s answering gasp was enough.
When Kokomi came to, Ei had risen to stand above her. The sky crackled above her. Lightning incarnate, power born to rule. How could she have ever thought to stand against her? Her expression was lazily pleased, eyes glowing. She had discarded the harness, the only indication of what happened was the hot flush of her cheeks and the messiness of her clothes.
“Well done, Kokomi.”
The storm calmed around them, leaving only dark clouds to blot out the stars.
“Do you believe in me now?”
She didn’t trust herself to speak. And Ei did not care. She stood above—untouchable, immortal, divine.
“I admire your strength,” Ei admitted. “Truly resilient. Stubborn. It is no wonder you fight.”
Had it been a fight at all? Or had Kokomi been resisting the inevitable?
She lay naked on the skull of Orobashi, fucked within an inch of her life. She could only imagine how pathetic she looked.
But Ei did not seem to care as regarded her with pride. A gentle kiss to the back of knuckles before, Ei gathered her limp body in her arms.
“I am not so cruel to leave you."
And lightning flashed once more.
Thankfully she had sense not to walk in the front door. Ei teleported them right into Kokomi's room.
Ei bustled about, pulling her into the bathroom. She talked to her of nonsense and did not care for a response.
So Kokomi said nothing as her god washed her down, cleaning the cum and sweat from her skin. She mentioned that the bruises wouldn’t last. Kokomi didn't care. In fact, she deserved worse.
"Never let it be said that I do not take care of my own," Ei said as she guided her to her bed.
Kokomi sat on her bed, staring at her.
"Perhaps I was too rough," Ei murmured, caressing her cheek. "But worry not. For when you desire again, it will be under different circumstances." She smiled. "I provide what is needed."
The insinuation stirred a flutter in her core and Kokomi nodded. For when one sunk so low, why not fall all the way to the bottom?
Pleased, Ei kissed her neck one last time.
The Electro Archon disappeared and finally Kokomi was left alone. The silence of the night was far louder than she remembered. Could she even remain as the Divine Priestess of Watatsumi? Yet there was no one who could take her place.
She stared at herself in the mirror by her bedside, taking in her tear streaked face, the bruises dotting her shoulders and neck and surely down her body too.
But a new mark shone between the rest.
It was small, nestled at the apex of her collarbones where it would be hidden by her usual collar. To the absent eye, it could have been a birthmark or a bruise. But as she stared at it, she knew exactly what it was. An electro mark glowed in her skin. A reminder of who she belonged to for the rest of eternity.
Kokomi touched it.
Like a jolt, a searing burn through her skin, for a second she was taken back to her time upon Orobashi’s skull. As vivid as could be, her entire body arched in sweet bliss.
“Oh, sweet Archon…”
She could almost hear Ei laughing in her ear. For despite the blasphemous nature, she truly never felt anything like it.
Was her own pleasure worth turning from her old god? Her mind said no but her body said yes. Her weak, mortal, human body.
Kokomi lay down and closed her eyes. For shame, for shame, she did not regret it. She couldn't. Not after everything that happened.