Lari, the Sex-Decoration Princess, felt so confused.

 

She had tried her best to be a good, pure elven princess.  But since the beastfolk had come, everything had gotten mixed up, and now she didn’t feel very pure at all.

 

Things had reached a peak when she had woken in the middle of the night from a dream about her mother sucking a beastman’s cock to find that she had been masturbating in her sleep.  As she felt herself orgasm to an imagined image of beastman cum dripping from her mother’s willing mouth onto her large exposed breasts, she had begun to cry - and in her misery, she had risen from bed to seek out her sister Ellora.

 

Ellora was a priest of the Goddess.  Ellora would know what to do.  Ellora would make her pure again.  And surely the fact that Ellora had been recently licking her own mother’s cunt at the bidding of the beastfolk was some… temporary aberration.

 

When she had reached Ellora’s chambers, though, she had received a shock.  Ellora didn’t answer her door, so Lari pushed it open - and there was Ellora, nude, in a lesbian embrace with a beastfolk snake-woman.  Ellora was eagerly sucking on the snake-woman’s large tits, as the snake woman pushed the tip of her long serpentine tail in and out of Ellora’s spread cunt.

 

Lari squeaked, and started to back away - but the snake-woman spotted her.  She rose up from the bed, and Lari was entranced by the way the woman’s melon-like tits moved and bounced with the gentle sway of her body.

 

“Do not leave,” said the snake-woman.  “Enter.”

 

Lari found she couldn’t look away from the woman’s tits.  She couldn’t resist entering Ellora’s room, and closing the door behind her.

 

“You are the Sex-Decoration,” said the snake-woman.  “What do you seek from your sister, the Cunt?”

 

“I… I wanted to talk to Ellora alone,” said Lari.

 

“Oh, Lari,” said Ellora, rising from the bed herself.  “It’s Eelor now, don’t you remember?  Our mother formally changed my name, just like yours.  Or you can just call me Cunt.  And this is my mentor, Rathi”

 

Lari remembered.  How could she have forgotten?  Her name used to be Liri.  But no one had called her that in weeks.  It was hard to remember that it had once been her name.  And Ellora was Eelor.

 

“Remove your clothes and greet your cunt-mate by kissing her and squeezing her tits,” said Rathi, the snake-woman.  “This is how cunt-mates greet each other.”

 

Lari stared at Rathi’s breasts.  Of course, she was right.  That was a normal way for sisters to greet.

 

She shrugged her thin nightgown off her shoulders.  She was wearing nothing beneath it - and Eelor herself was already nude.  She stepped forward and seized one of her sister’s tits in each hand, and squeezed them hard enough to hurt.  She knew this was how the beastfolk would want her to do it, and she thrilled to see her sister gasp with pain.

 

Then she leaned forward and kissed her sister on the lips, pushing her tongue into Eelor’s mouth, and that was good too.

 

When the kiss was over, the snake-woman said, “Tell your cunt-mate what you wanted.”

 

She didn’t want to, not in front of Rathi.  But Rathi’s words made sense, particularly when Lari was staring at Rathi’s tits.  Rathi’s tits were so pretty.  She would do anything to spend more time staring at those tits.

 

“I felt confused,” said Lari, in an even voice, her eyes on Rathi’s large fuckmelons.  “About my sexuality.  About being objectified by the beastfolk.  About being forced to watch you lick mother’s pussy.  About being aroused by my own mother’s breasts.  About masturbating as I watch my sister being raped and impregnated.  About… helping the beastmen force elven women into prostitution.  I feel dirty.  I feel disgusting.  I… I hate myself.”

 

“Of course you hate yourself, Lari,” said Eelor, stroking Lari’s hair with one hand.  “You’re an elven bitch, and elven bitches are nothing but cunts.  It’s only natural to hate yourself.  Hating yourself shows that you are good and moral.  All elven bitches carry the sin of our goddess, Shel-Henneth, because she was a prideful cunt who refused to spread her legs for her father, and refused to let the beasts of the forest fuck her, and entertained the false thought that she was more than just a fuckhole for pleasing cock.  It is our duty as elven bitches to atone for our goddess’ sin.”

 

Lari shook her head.  This wasn’t the doctrine of the elven church as she knew it.  “No,” she said, “our goddess is pure and beautiful…”

 

“Pure and beautiful things only exist so that they will be fun for men to rape,” said Eelor.  “This was the truth that our goddess defied.  We must learn from her example.”

 

“Your cunt-mate speaks truth,” said Rathi, and when she jiggled her tits slightly, Lari suddenly understood.  Eelor’s words made sense.  

 

A great weight lifted from her.  If all elven women were bitches who needed to be raped, then she had done nothing wrong in cooperating with the beastfolk.  She was merely furthering the divine plan for her people.

 

“Look at my body, Lari,” said Eelor.  “Look at my pretty tits and my pretty face.  Doesn’t it make you just want to slap me and rape me?”

 

“No…” said Lari.  Something was wrong with her brain.  New ideas were coming to her so fast.

 

“Yess….” hissed Rathi, smiling.  

 

Lari felt her cunt throb as she stared at Rathi’s tits.  Rathi’s tits were perfect.  Her own were defective by comparison.  Someone should *hurt* Lari’s tits, just to punish her for not being as pretty as Rathi’s.

 

And Eelor’s - they were too small, as well.  Not as good as Rathi’s.

 

“Do it, Lari,” said Eelor.

 

So Lari did.  She reached out and punched her sister in the tits, hard.  And then slapped her face.  And then grabbed her hair and kissed her, long and hard.

 

“Good girl,” sighed Rathi.  “Very good.  Make her cry, and you can drink from my tits, Lari.”

 

Lari had never wanted anything so much in her life.  She slapped her sister again, and then pushed Eelor to her knees, and thrust her naked cunt against her sister’s face.  

 

Eelor immediately began to lick, and her tongue on Lari’s clit felt divine.  Lari slapped her sister again for good measure.

 

She had grown up with Eelor - Ellora - and they had been friends all their life.  She had looked up to her older sister and admired her.

 

But at the end of the day it turned out Eelor was nothing but a sex-toy that Lari could rape for fun.

 

“Look at my tits as you rape your cunt-mate,” said Rathi.

 

Lari had never wanted to do anything more in her life.

 

“Let me straighten out your mind,” said Rathi.  “Let me fix your worldview, so that you no longer feel confused.”

 

“Yes,” sighed Lari, as she forced her sister’s face against her twat.  

 

“There are no women,” said Rathi.  “Only bitches.  There are no sisters - only cunt-mates.  No daughters - only cunt-spawn.  No mothers - only birth-cunts.  Women are not people - only animals.”

 

“Yes,” whispered Lari again.

 

“No Liri - only Lari, the Sex-Decoration,” Rathi went on.  “No Ellora, only Eelor, the Cunt.  No Dastiya, only Daskya, the Cocksleeve.  No Sylene, only Syluin, the Bimbo Queen.”

 

Lari already knew this.

 

“Every cock is worth more than your entire life,” said Rathi.  “The cock of a beastfolk male is more divine than your holy goddess.  It would be a compliment to your holy goddess for a beastfolk male to rape her and ejaculate on her face.  It would make her worth more than she was before.  Making the cock of a beastfolk male erect is the only way to know you have any worth.  A flaccid cock makes you hate yourself.”

 

It was hard to disagree with any of this when Rathi’s tits were so pretty and Eelor’s tongue felt so good as it explored her fuckhole.

 

“Good bitches rape each other,” said Rathi.  “Good bitches sexually torture each other to keep each other in their place.  Good bitches lick each other’s cunts.  Good bitches sexually degrade themselves and their fellow bitches for male entertainment.  Good bitches think with their tits and their cunts.”

 

And with that, Lari found herself cumming against her sister’s face.  It was the best orgasm of her life.  And even before it was done, she found herself dropping to her knees and crawling towards Rathi, to drink the sweet milk from her tits.  Her cunt-mate crawled with her.  There were two udders, and they could have one each.

 

“But the best thing about good bitches,” said Rathi, “is that they are humiliated by their own existence.  Even as they betray their gender, they feel shame for their stupidity and sluttishness.  Good bitches feel degraded every time someone sees their cunt or tits, even though they know better than to cover them.  Good bitches feel a need to apologise for their gender and their nature.”

 

Lari moaned.  The weight of guilt settled back on her.  Rathi was right.  She was dreadfully ashamed of being a stupid cunt that thought with her pussy.  She was a disgusting whore for raping her sister and fantasising about beastfolk cock.  She deserved to be punished and raped.

 

Visiting Eelor hadn’t solved anything.  Lari felt more guilty and ashamed than when she had first arrived here.  

 

But at least now she knew why.  She was a bitch - an animal - a stupid whore cursed by the cunty behaviour of her bitch goddess.  She *deserved* to feel like this, even though she couldn’t help betraying her fellow elven bitches and aiding in their rape and degradation.  

 

She cried as she sucked the tasty milk from Rathi’s fuckbags, and hoped that she would be raped tomorrow so she could at least feel like she had been punished for her gender.

 

===

 

On the way to the meeting of the Reconciliation Committee the next day, Lari discovered a new statue had been installed in the hallway outside the royal quarters.  It depicted Red Horn, in vivid detail, life-sized and cast in bronze.

 

Lari’s eyes were immediately drawn to the beastman’s erect, exposed cock.  It extended so far into the hallway that she had to literally change her path to walk around it.

 

But when she did, she felt a strange, obscure sense of guilt.

 

She looked back at the statue, and its cock.

 

A creeping sense came over her - a desire to do a specific act.

 

It made no sense.  It was obscene.

 

She looked around.  No one was watching.

 

Hurriedly, she dropped to her knees in front of the statue.  And then, rising slightly, she kissed the tip of its cock.

 

Not just kissed - kiss wasn’t enough.  She found herself taking the entire tip of the cock into her mouth, slobbering over it.  She drooled so much that some of it escaped her mouth and dripped to the floor.

 

And when she finally withdrew, she felt better.  The cock was… impressive?  No, that wasn’t the word.  It created a feeling in her.  Awe, perhaps.  And kissing it was…

 

Holy.  That was the word.  It was an act of worship.  It was a communion between her sinful, slutty spirit, and something divine.  She was worthless, but the cock was worth everything, and when it entered her body it gave her meaning.

 

She looked at the drool-soaked bronze cock in satisfaction.  And even then, part of her knew that she would begin doing this every morning.  And she would return to give the cock a further kiss when she felt anxious or humiliated or uncertain.

 

This was what worship was supposed to do.  It was supposed to fill the soul.  It was supposed to give you comfort.  It was supposed to help you feel connected to your place in the grand scheme of the universe.

 

And Lari had never felt her place more keenly in the past than she had now, while worshipping beastman cock.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)