Ashen: Stirring Embers

by ArgosyDreamer

mc; Fg; Fdom; mast; oral; anal; tf

Fire is the light, the warmth. Fire is the soul.

The words of the old preacher echoed in Katarin's ears. She sat, listlessly poking at the stew her mother had dumped in her bowl. “Child, stop playing with your food and eat!” her father snapped from the far end of the table. Katarin looked up grumpily, and slowly shoveled the thick substance into her mouth.

It didn't go down as well as she'd like, and she quietly excused herself. Wandering through the dingy wooden house her family called home, she found herself sitting in the common area staring at the fire pit. It was mostly dying now, and she stirred the embers, adding some small bits of wood.

It takes so little to feed the flames, but they're best kept in check.

That had been part of the sermon she hadn't understood, even as her mind had wandered during the man's loud preaching. But staring into the fire, she understood. So easy for such a little thing to rage out of control. But something about the fire drew her in, was so soothing...

She jumped as a hand was laid on her shoulder. “Katarin, child, what are you doing?” The voice was her mother's, and Katarin stiffened. She looked up at her mother, homely in her home-spun dress.

“Just watching the fire, mother.”

Her mother embraced her. “Silly child. Watch it long enough, and your soul'd be burnt to cinders.”

Katarin laughed at that, but some of her wondered if that wasn't what she wanted. Blue eyes drifted back to the flames...




Bells were ringing. Katarin knew that was impossible. The small church in town had no bell, and only itinerant preachers.

Each ring echoed inside her. Her thighs shook, and her mind emptied. Her lungs gulped air. She needed the ringing, the calling.

Part of her swore she heard a voice.

Then she did hear a voice, but also felt shaking. Her eyes twitched and flickered open. “Gracious, child, you were having a fit!” Her mom told her, looking at her in worry.

“Sorry,” Katarin mumbled, and was silent as her mother fussed over her.

Forget not, though, those who court your flame. Lust, stirring desire in the flame of your soul-

In her mind, the bell rang again.

Lust.

Again.

LUST!

Katarin whimpered as she rushed around the corner, then moaned as her knees hit the earth. Between her legs, her cunny squirted sweet, succulent juices. Her hands grasped her skirt haphazardly, bunching it up hands desperately trying to reach her sopping, hairless pussy. Fingers fumbling at the small nubbin. No, it wasn't right, she wasn't-

The bell in her mind rang again, and her tongue slammed against the back of her teeth as Katarin forcably held back a moan. Not here, not this way! Reluctantly, Katarin let her skirt fall. Her eyes darted around, seeking shelter, any shelter. She couldn't think, lust burning through her mind reducing her to little more than an animal operating on instinct. There; the hill at the village's edge, and the forest beyond. Yes, there! Safe! Go! She ran, coltish little legs carrying her away from her home, honey blonde hair in disarray as she ran.

Voices shouted after her, but she ignored them. Unimportant! Safety! Lust! She ran, faster than she had in any of her ten summers previous. Up the hill, down the far side, into the trees. Not looking back. Nothing there for you! Not safe!

The forest became darker, the trees twisted. Katarin didn't notice, but the bell in her head rang again. The fire in her loins drove her to her knees, and she rolled on the ground. A keening, desperate wail escaped her lips. She was hot, so hot. Her hands fumbled with her clothing, doing everything she could to force her dress off. The bell sounded again, and her movements became even more furious. The ten-year old was less a person now than a beast in heat.

The dress fell away, and her hands dug into her undeveloped cunt. They rubbed, pulled, pushed the tender flesh as Katarin rolled on the ground, pale porcealin skin being scratched by stone and covered in dirt. The bell sounded one last time, and Katarin stopped rolling, stopped pulling, but arched her back. Shoulders and feet dug into the earth beneath her, body drawing tight as a bow. Her mouth opened in a silent howl.

She collapsed, how much later she didn't know. No bell sounded, no voice in her mind directed her. She rose, hands still rubbing the now-raw flesh, and stumbled forward. She walked, near mindless, deeper into the twisted woods.

Time passed; Katarin didn't acknowledge it. The sun was setting, the cold of night sweeping in. Katarin didn't acknowledge these. Her hands had left her cunt, now red and sore, and she only stumbled forward, driven to a goal by the undiminished heat in her body and the raw animal lust twisting her mind. There was purpose behind it, even as it seemed her ability to think had dribbled out between her legs.

There was no thought as the moon rose. No thought, only need. Need she could not fulfill, need that drove her forward. Need that brought to the ruins deep in the heart of the woods. In the light of the full moon, she stumbled into them.

Come, the voice in her mind, the first time in what seemed to be a small eternity. Come to the altar.

Katarin obeyed. She stumbled to the alter and tried clumsily to climb it. Hands helped her up, and the girl laid down. Dirty, scratched, the prepubescent stared up at the one who'd helped her climb the altar. She was almost too radiant to look at, a small star constrained in the skin of a woman.

You know who I am.

“Yes,” Katarin whispered.

What those who would preach the ways of the “true lords” would see me do.

“Yes, goddess,” Katarin replied to the living star. It was her first admission of the truth, what she knew to be true.

You know how desperate I truly am, pet.

“I know, goddess. I have felt your need. It kindles mine, my lust, my need to serve.” The words weren't her own, but Katarin knew this litany would please the goddess.

Very good, pet. Very quick.

The goddess laid a hand on Katarin's midsection. There was a great pulse of lust and heat, and Katarin cried out. The pain and soreness of the journey was gone. “Let me serve, goddess, please!”

Do you forsake the new lords? Do you bind yourself to me?

“Yes!” Katarin cried. The star shifted, tendrils of light erupting from the Goddess' back.

Become mine!

One tendril shot out, slamming into the girl's mouth, forcing its way past teeth and tongue. Into her throat, spilling heat into her. Two more writhed into her ears, caressing her mind with brilliant flames of lust. Katarin's mind went white, empty with bliss.

A fourth tendril slithered up between her cheeks, forcing its way into her ass. It was uncomfortable, but the raw heat soothed the discomfort away. It met with the tendril that was forcing its way down her throat, the two mixing, filling her torso with so much pleasurable heat.

Stir the embers of your soul! Stoke them into the fire they are born to be!

The fifth and final tendril slammed into her cunt. There was only pleasure, then, a sharp spike that rose as her maidenhead burned away. Lust consumed Katarin, soul burst into flames of pleasure. Her body shuddered, coltish preteen form spasming from pleasure as new purpose consumed her.

Let the fires of lust take your soul, change your body! Become mine eternally!

Katarin made noises around the tendril in her throat, partially noises of animal desire and partly sounds of worship. She stiffened as the goddess went white, voice crying out as the tendril dumped liquid fire into her. She could feel her soul erupt into flames, and the pleasurable fire consume her body. Katarin flopped on the altar in the center of the ruins, the night turned into day, before blackness crashed in on her.

Become one with me. My avatar, my Ashen One, bearer of my word and lust.

Eyes opened. She lay on the altar, in the ruins of her goddess' temple. Light drifted in from the full moon above, and a pair of old torches lit the half-crumbled wall behind her. She slid off the altar. She knew now, what the New Lords truly were. What they'd done to gain their power, and what they'd done to deceive the world. She stood before the wall, picking up a shard of mirror that had once been part of the temple's dome.

She examined herself in that glass; body changed, more shapely, a grown woman's curves fit on a ten-year-old's frame. Budding breasts. Ash-grey skin. Blonde hair now shifting in the colors of flame, blue eyes now a deep glowing golden.

Ashen smiled at her reflection. “Thank you for your gift, goddess. I will rebuild that which the other avatars took.”

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