To Worship A Fallen God (Eden and Trippingsatyr)
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				Title: <strong>To Worship A Fallen God (Eden and Trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 22:22:41</strong>
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				The temple didn’t look like a place of worship. <br><br>It was wedged between a strip club and a by-the-hour motel in the seediest part of the city. At first glance, it was no different to the myriad of brothels that tempted those with depraved cravings from the clean and glittering safe side. It looked like a bar in front, though it was little more than a waiting room and a token façade for the rooms beyond. <br><br>It was as grimy though carefully so. Beyond the door in back, it suddenly became cleaner. Tacky decoration became sleek, rich furnishings. There were several rooms that were wide and open, with soft couches clustered together, the walls covered with curtains that hid spy holes, allowing the special guests to view what was happening in the rooms next to it. The rooms they looked in on held frames, beds, nothing but padded walls, one even having a metal medical table. <br><br>The furthest door down the dim-lit corridor was an office. The heavy walnut wood desk dominated the room. Even this was scenery – though it was sometimes used as a desk and not a fuck-surface. <br><br>There were two doors concealed at the back of the room. One led to the security centre, the other led upstairs. On the level above were the living quarters of the dedicated priests who didn’t wish to leave. On the floor above that, was the Solar. It was all silks and furs, dark, deep colours and soft lighting, the air heady and thick with opium and incense. <br><br>Persander stood before a large mirror, viewing itself. Tall and slender, with dark hair and dark eyes. There were bruises on its body and face, deep violet and plum blooming tenderly over pale skin. It had no breasts and no sex. Its hair had been cut savagely and its indigo eyes were half shut with a strange sort of satisfaction. <br><br>It passed one long-fingered hand over a bruise on its jaw, the colour shrinking away – not healing but being re-shaped into healthy, unhurt flesh. There was a difference between healing and re-making flesh, thought it didn’t matter to Persander. It passed its hands over the other bruises, pressing them to feel the sharp ache before they shrank and vanished. <br><br>One of the priests knelt on the floor beside her god, watching the shapeshifter return its form to the perfection of a few hours ago. “I wish you wouldn’t see <em>that one</em>,” she murmured. Her voice was low, her tone protective and jealous. “It’s not your fault she miscarried.”<br><br>“She believes it. That’s what matters.” Persander finished dispelling the bruises and met the priest’s eyes in the glass. “Who’s place did she usurp?” The kneeling woman flipped open a notebook, squinting at it in the half-light. She read out the name, and the fallen god’s gaze twitched back to its form. “Ah, that one…” A slim hand curled over its flat chest, drawing a semicircle under its pale nipple. The flat plain swelled, turning from a firm muscle into a small, soft tit. The other filled out, too without having to be touched. <br><br>Its hair squirmed and shrank back into its head. The bones of its face moved and altered, sharp angles and delicate features , young and fey-like. Its hand glided down her body and stroked the place between her legs. <br><br>It looked like a sped-up film of a bud flowering, a feminine slit splitting her open, bright inner petals peeking between the fuller outer lips. Persander’s height changed, shrinking a foot to her worshipper’s preference.<br><br>She looked so different than she had mere seconds before. The only thing that was the same was her eyes, indigo wells that could drown nations. She spoke nonsense words as she played with her voicebox until it was feminine but deep and whispery. <br><br>Her eyes turned to the woman staring at her. The god smiled and said, “Dress me quickly, love. I have to make apologies for making him wait.”<br><br>Despite the command, it took a half hour to dress the god to its – or, now, her – satisfaction. <br><br>Wearing tight black jeans, t-shirt and jacket, her androgynous face was painted with a little make up – eyeliner, a smudge of shadow and a hint of balm to moisten her lips. Her small breasts had been bound tight and there was a bulge at her crotch to hint at a cock. Her hair was now white blonde though her brows and lashes were dark, and it was boyishly short and held in lazy spikes. On her wrists were brown leather cuffs and on her hips rode a studded belt. <br><br>She moved through her temple, her head priest trailing after her. Priests bowed and murmured words of praise as she passed them, their clients peering at her with curiosity. <br><br>She nodded at them but didn’t hesitate, going to the viewing room that held the man who did her many favours and asked for so little in return.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Worship A Fallen God (Eden and Trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 20:06:16</strong>
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				As the door to the waiting room opened, Robin looked up.&nbsp; As always the God/dess was gorgeous, today it had choosen Robin's favorite look.&nbsp; Robin's favorite look reminded him of a boyish girl, a tomboy but who was about equal parts of both.&nbsp; <br><br>Robin could relate to this look, he himself was stuck in an odd place.&nbsp; Ever since he was young he had looked more femine then masculine.&nbsp; His form was slender, his curves that of a woman.&nbsp; His hair was often worn long (today it was pulled back into a ponytail), his ears were pierced with two small rings in each.&nbsp; Even his clothing was as androgenous as he could get it.&nbsp; Today it was tight jeans and a tight shirt.<br><br>Lately things had been harder for him.&nbsp; He had been having dreams, thoughts and lusts that were alien to him.&nbsp; It had started one night when he was at a club.&nbsp; Two men had been kissing and all he could think about was being one of them.&nbsp; He had shaken it off, he had always been taught it was wrong bt he couldn't get it out of his head.&nbsp; He had tried to find answers and his search had led him here, perhaps it had the answers he wanted.&nbsp; He had put himself at it's service, tring to please this fallen god.<br><br>He bowed his head respectfully as he rose.&nbsp; "Thank you for seeing me Persander."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Worship A Fallen God (Eden and Trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 04:33:25</strong>
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				Persander smiled in a mix of flattered grace and lustful anticipation. “Robin,” she purred, greeting him with a hug when she was close enough. Only her priests and a very few clients called her ‘Persander’ – those who knew her as male called her Lysander and those who knew her in her female form called her Perdita. “I’m sorry for my lateness; one of my priestess’ needed comforting.” The High Priestess behind her choked then turned it into a cough to hide her disapproval.<br><br>Persander’s indigo eyes flicked from Robin’s face a moment before she turned her head. “Don’t you have business elsewhere, Irene?” There was nothing that hinted malice in the words or tone, but there was a hidden steel there that told of the god/dess’ irritation. The priests looked uneasy for a moment before she bowed her head and whispered a soft affirmation. Persander’s attention shifted back to Robin, ignoring the woman behind her as she left. “Shall we go upstairs, or do you want to stay in here?” She wriggled against the lovely faced man, rubbing up against his crotch eagerly, her arms still around his waist.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 13:13:20</strong>
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				Robin looked over at Irene, not sure what the problem was.&nbsp; He knew he wasn't well liked by Persander's High Priestess though he was not fully sure why.&nbsp; He turned to smile ar Persander, a gasp cutting off his word as she rubbed agaisnt him.<br><br>He could feel himself growing more turned on with this god/dess's rubbing against him and he whimpered softy a bit.&nbsp; "Wherever you wish Persander.&nbsp; I am in need of your guidance as always."&nbsp; Persander would know not jsut what to do but how to clear up his confusion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Worship A Fallen God (Eden and Trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 04:58:51</strong>
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				The fallen god looked at Robin with consideration, half-lidded eyes. Her hands moved as she pondered for a moment, then scratching him absently when she made a decision. “I think, tonight, a little privacy is required.” There was also a better selection of toys in her room. <br><br>She led the man through the corridor, right to the back of the building where there was an ancient but well maintained elevator. Persander pulled Robin inside and closed the latticed-metal door and hit the button for the top floor. She rarely used the lift when she wasn’t taking someone to the Solar, but she wasn’t adverse to it.<br><br>When the lift started to rise, Persander closed the distance between herself and her worshipper, pinning him to the wall of the elevator with one hand on his wrist and her lower body flush against his, her other hand in his hair so she could pull him to her for a kiss. She was only a little shorter than he was, and would be taller if she wore heels. As it was, she rose herself onto her toes and dominated the kiss, plunging her tongue into his mouth and nipping on his lips to bring them to pouting fullness.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Worship A Fallen God (Eden and Trippingsatyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 13:02:42</strong>
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				He smiled softly as he looked at her, waiting for her decision.&nbsp; if anyone could help him, it could.&nbsp; He followed along behind her as he was pulled into the elevator.&nbsp; As they started to go up, he gasped as he was pinned against the wall feeling the cold metal on his back.&nbsp; He pressed against her as they kissed, moaning softly as she claimed him.<br><br>He thrust up against her, rubbing his lower body against hers.&nbsp; Despite his problems, his confusion he still wanted her.
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 07:22:03</strong>
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				Persander moaned into his mouth, the sound turning to a velveteen laugh as she pulled away with a quick bite to his lip. “Tell me,” she murmured, “tell me what you’ve been thinking. Since you were here last. What thoughts are in your lovely mind? What tormenting dreams have been making you spend?” Her hand slid from his hair as she spoke, stroking down his chest to his crotch, stroking the stirring length. She leaned against him again, crushing her hidden breasts against his chest and catching his upper lip between hers before he could answer, sucking and nibbling eagerly. <br><br>The god made it easy for each of her worshipers to believe they were craved, desired – even loved, in a way. It wasn’t an act, which made Persander’s temple different to the brothels clustered around it. Anyone who walked through the doors offering belief was adored. The shapeshifter deity couldn’t help itself.<br><br>She pulled back slowly while holding Robin’s lip between her teeth, crushing it lightly as it slipped free. “Was it me?” she asked, rubbing his manhood through his trousers, her indigo eyes flicking from his lips, up to meet his gaze then down again, panting softly with excitement, ignoring the doors opening behind her onto the Solar, all her focus on Robin.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 00:29:05</strong>
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				Robin gasped as he felt Persander pressing against him, her teeth sucking and nibbling on his lips.&nbsp; He&nbsp; found himself growing hard at her touch, aching to be with her.&nbsp; He knew that she did indeed crave and desire her followers and each of them gladly wanted to give their belief.&nbsp; <br><br>He gasped, softly, moaning as her soft hands rubbed agaisnt his harding manhood.&nbsp; "L..lately..I..I have felt not very manly.." he moaned arching forward into her touch.&nbsp; "Confused..wanting the confusion to end."
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 19:56:32</strong>
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				Persander’s eyebrows lifted, more at the wording than the admission. So much stock was put by being ‘manly’ in the past few centuries. The cold division between man and woman had been the cause of hir unseating, and only recently had been able to garner enough strength to try and reclaim hir godhead. It had been a hard time for hir, and had almost perished. Shi had survived though, grasping onto existence. Hir sacred ground was the two-sexed body, the celebration of it giving her power. Back when shi was young, it had simple been the act of sex between a man and woman, but it had changed over the millennia, warped and perfected by the dreams and desires of her worshipers. <br><br>As a whole, they had much more power over hir than shi had over them – but they didn’t know it, and no god would be so foolish as to expose that.<br><br>It was an offence to hir, this division of gender. That Robin was feeling less masculine than the current culture demanded, it was an opportunity to give him what he wanted and to take what shi needed. <br><br>“And you come to me, to end it for you?” Persander murmured, happy to be what he turned to. “Because I can. I can soothe this confusion, I can make it all so clear. You just have to trust me, believe me, need me with every inch of skin, every beat of your heart…” He didn’t, yet, but he would. She could read it on him. She squeezed his cock through his clothes then backed away from him, entering the Solar, fixing her gaze on his and beckoning him to follow with her whole body. <br><br>The Solar was softly lit, the floor hardwood with fur rugs here and there. There were strange looking chairs and sofas, and a normal if large bed further inside the room. There were glass fronted cabinets holding chrome instruments, black marble and white alabaster toys – even several glass ones, oils and fluids of all colours in elongated bottles, gleaming leather straps and whips. There was hooks in the ceiling and heavy rings in the walls. In one far corner there was a metal grate, a drain though there was no tap or showerhead above it. There were several mirrors along the walls and set in the ceiling. By the bed was a dressing table, though Persander used the make-up more on her followers than on herself. The sweet, heavy scent of opium lingered, softening the corners of reality a little more.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 17:55:16</strong>
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				He looked up worshipfully at her and nodded. "Yes Persander.&nbsp; Please, I will do anything..I trust you."&nbsp; He groaned as he felt her squeezing his cock, growing hard at the attention it was giving him.<br><br>He leaned back againstt the lift, watching as its body swayed seductivily, beckoning him into the room.&nbsp; He stood up and followed her.&nbsp; It was obvious she had turned him on, his cock straining against his jeans.<br><br>"Anything.&nbsp; Anything you require of me, I can and will give myself to you fully."&nbsp; He walked in after her, watching her every movement.&nbsp; Everything she did was arousing, merely her gaze made him want her.
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 06:31:47</strong>
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				Persander rolled her shoulders letting her jacket slide down her arms, the garment easing down her arms and back in a languid caress before dropping from her to crumple on the floor. Her chest bound, she looked like an lovely youth, the hinted femininity of the makeup only underlined the masculinity she adopted with her stance and her gaze. <br><br>She lifted her chin at him, her beckoning hands moving up to her body, stroking her own hips, fingertips running over the bulge in her tight jeans. At the slight touch, she made her eyes unfocused slightly and her breath hiss between her lips, pretending she had sensation in whatever toy lent her the outline.<br><br>“Come. Come here, and take those off.” Her eyes didn’t move from his, but she had moved to one of the seats. It wasn’t a chair in the traditional sense; more like it supported a body to help keep some position of other. The dim light didn’t hide the metal rings in several key positions at its base. Persander tilted her head towards it with a smile and said, “I’ll let you choose – do you want to face me as I fuck you, or not?” The amusement in the god’s tone was real, wondering what option the confused man would take. She doubted he would turn from her now, but she wondered if he would want to see her as she took him or if he would take the less intimate option.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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