The Lost Goddess
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Category:
S through Z › Xena
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
1,974
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Xena, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Lost Goddess
a/n: can also be found on the wonderful sites of AresJoxerCupidStrife and the MPREG archives under Rainwolf.
Part 1
L.A. Temple of Mischief
Desire or Dez as she was called sat at the bar of the temple/nightclub of Mischief. She was the High Priestess and favorite mortal of Strife. Her mother dedicated her as an infant and Dez quickly became high Priestess at the age 12, having showed a talent for Mischief making. Dez was only 20 and already every one said she was a great beauty. Some people asked her why she wasn't working for Aphrodite. She'd told them time and time again. Mischief was a more exciting gig than love.
"Yo Dez!" Nicola, another priestess and total blond came bouncing over.
"Yes?" Dez set her glass down and turned to look at her longtime friend.
"Peter and the other have gone to `Disasc and they want to know if you're coming?" Nicola was well aware that Dez hated going mainly because the had to go past Ares' temple. Dez had had a run in with some of Ares' priests.
"Have fun without me. I have some things to do around here." It wasn't a total lie. She had bands to book and another chef to hire.
"Okay well don't work to hard." Nicola nodded to Dez and walked out. Once she was out of sight, Dez hopped up and headed for the back office. She spent the next two hours looking for bands and a chef. It was 4:30 when she took the garbage out into the back alley. Slamming the dumpster lid she realized that she wasn`t alone.
"Well well well what have we here?" the first voice asked.
"I think it's Dez. Mischief's Uptight Priestess." A second replied
Turning Dez questioned, "What do you three rejects from Tarturus want, now? I told you before it's not going to happen."
"Hey Carlos, I think she just insulted us." Brandon said walking closer.
"I think she did Brand. What do you think Eric?" The three where starting to close in on her. Dez started to back up, slowly towards the back door of the temple. It was now she wished she had insisted on guards, but there had never been a real need for any. Who in their right mind would PURPOSELY bring down the wrath of Strife upon their heads?
"I think little miss Dez needs a lesson in manners."
At that moment they jumped Dez and pulled her further into the alley. Despite her fighting skills, the 3 of them where too much for them. Eric and Carlos dragged her to the ground and held her arms and legs. Brandon grabbed her skirt and tore it and her panties off. He licked his lips as he opened his jeans.
"Looks like you won the bet Carlos, she does shave," Brandon quipped as he knelt between her legs and licked her neck.
Dez refused to cry or scream instead she just turned her head and clenched her eyes shut. She wouldn't give them that honor. She did however began to pray wholeheartedly to Strife as Brandon forced his cock into her.
Part 1
L.A. Temple of Mischief
Desire or Dez as she was called sat at the bar of the temple/nightclub of Mischief. She was the High Priestess and favorite mortal of Strife. Her mother dedicated her as an infant and Dez quickly became high Priestess at the age 12, having showed a talent for Mischief making. Dez was only 20 and already every one said she was a great beauty. Some people asked her why she wasn't working for Aphrodite. She'd told them time and time again. Mischief was a more exciting gig than love.
"Yo Dez!" Nicola, another priestess and total blond came bouncing over.
"Yes?" Dez set her glass down and turned to look at her longtime friend.
"Peter and the other have gone to `Disasc and they want to know if you're coming?" Nicola was well aware that Dez hated going mainly because the had to go past Ares' temple. Dez had had a run in with some of Ares' priests.
"Have fun without me. I have some things to do around here." It wasn't a total lie. She had bands to book and another chef to hire.
"Okay well don't work to hard." Nicola nodded to Dez and walked out. Once she was out of sight, Dez hopped up and headed for the back office. She spent the next two hours looking for bands and a chef. It was 4:30 when she took the garbage out into the back alley. Slamming the dumpster lid she realized that she wasn`t alone.
"Well well well what have we here?" the first voice asked.
"I think it's Dez. Mischief's Uptight Priestess." A second replied
Turning Dez questioned, "What do you three rejects from Tarturus want, now? I told you before it's not going to happen."
"Hey Carlos, I think she just insulted us." Brandon said walking closer.
"I think she did Brand. What do you think Eric?" The three where starting to close in on her. Dez started to back up, slowly towards the back door of the temple. It was now she wished she had insisted on guards, but there had never been a real need for any. Who in their right mind would PURPOSELY bring down the wrath of Strife upon their heads?
"I think little miss Dez needs a lesson in manners."
At that moment they jumped Dez and pulled her further into the alley. Despite her fighting skills, the 3 of them where too much for them. Eric and Carlos dragged her to the ground and held her arms and legs. Brandon grabbed her skirt and tore it and her panties off. He licked his lips as he opened his jeans.
"Looks like you won the bet Carlos, she does shave," Brandon quipped as he knelt between her legs and licked her neck.
Dez refused to cry or scream instead she just turned her head and clenched her eyes shut. She wouldn't give them that honor. She did however began to pray wholeheartedly to Strife as Brandon forced his cock into her.