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She screams her name and a surge of raw power runs through her body to pool in her eyes, which shine vividly for a brief moment.The eyes of the people before her, trapped by Shar's embrace, shine in the same fashion but their faces contort in silent pain, bursting into a blinding light—then, they are on the floor, their sockets empty and their faces stained with blood, which continues to flow and spread around them.She falls to her knees, listening to the voice of her Lady speaking words of praise and promises of power, but they do poorly to console her heart and mind, which feel hollow and hazed. Numbness spreads as she hangs her head."I still remember…"The pain is both unbearable and paralyzing. She wonders if what she did was the right decision, if following her companion's advice was the right choice."Do not worry, my child," Shar says as she moves one of her hands towards Shadowheart. With her forefinger, she reaches for her chin and gently lifts up her head. A smile spreads across her lips as she sees her servant's surprised expression. "Embrace the loss, Shadowheart. For that you are my right hand. Embrace me."Shadowheart's eyes burn, tears threaten to fall, but she endures and holds onto her Goddess who helps her up from the ground. Shar offers her hand and Shadowheart climbs onto it, soon lifting her up and bringing her closer to her face, where the Justiciar is greeted with a slight smile. Shadowheart shivers at the proximity to her Lady.Despite the powerful numbness she felt just a moment ago, the presence of the Lady of Loss is overwhelming and overrides any other sensation Shadowheart had been exposed to until now. After the intolerable pain, the hollowness Shar offers feels welcoming, tempting, comfortable even, and she cannot take her eyes off her Goddess."You did so well. You deserve a reward." With a nod, Shadowheart's armor and clothes disappear."My Lady—?" Shadowheart startles but tries her best to keep her composure; feeling the cold air brush against her skin, she trembles.Remembering they're not alone, she glances sideways towards where her companion is and notices that they're looking at both of them with keen curiosity. Shame creeps up her neck, but she brush it off and remains in her place, waiting for her Goddess' words."Unburden yourself from mortal afflictions, my child, and relish in your gift." Shar brings her face closer to Shadowheart and places a kiss on top of her head, which has her feeling increasingly warm.Shadowheart was familiar with the presence of the Dark Lady around her, having been her follower for many years now, living her childhood and early adulthood in the House of Grief, learning all there is to know under the guidance of the former Mother Superior, but in particular—and if she were so brave to even entertain these thoughts, the most precious moments she would definitely say—when her Lady addresses her directly, graced by her words that pierces through her mind and find refuge in her heart. And on even more special occasions, such as this one, being brought to the Shadowfell, where the Nightsinger governs.But now, these were all new things she had never experienced: touching her Goddess, being placed on her hand, and even receiving a kiss directly from her lips. Shadowheart is visibly shaking but her gaze never leaves Shar, who nods sagely and proceeds to open her mouth, stick out her tongue and press it against Shadowheart's chest.The unexpected wetness on her body makes Shadowheart jolt, but she barely has any time to react as Shar continues to do the same across different parts of her body, focusing especially on her chest and groin.Shadowheart was not unaware of the pleasures of the flesh—far from it, but such earthly desires were forbidden within the spaces dedicated to the Lady of Sorrows. Not even once in her life Shadowheart envisioned her Goddess indulging in these filthy acts, much less with a mortal, even less with her. It felt impious, sacrilegious, and yet her nipples were getting harder and her pussy wetter with each passing moment. She simply could not take her eyes off her Lady.Shar adjusts her Chosen in her hand so that Shadowheart is lying on her palm with her legs spread open, Shar's tongue glued to the Justiciar's crotch; the constant, almost hypnotizing movement has Shadowheart with her eyes closed and her mouth open, gasping every time her Lady's tongue brushes against her clit. The desire growing in her body has her selfishly seeking release by grinding her Goddess's tongue every time it presses against her while brushing her nipples with her own fingers.Immediately after noticing this, Shar positions her tongue at such an angle that it allows her to penetrate Shadowheart's entrance and begins to fuck her with it.Shadowheart throws her head back as a loud moan leaves her mouth. Not only she was surrounded by her Lady now, but she was also inside her. The Dark Lady's tongue darts in and out, stretching her pussy, filling her in ways she had never been before.The thrusts increase in speed until Shadowheart cries out her Goddess' name as shock waves of pleasure spread across her body. She grinds her hips hard, savoring the orgasm as Shar continues to fuck her relentlessly with her tongue, groaning at the ongoing pressure against her now sensitive entrance.Only when Shadowheart stills her hips does Shar slowly withdraws her tongue from her, a smile on her lips as she hears her follower whimper at the empty space she left behind.Not wanting to leave her Chosen unattended for long, Shar invokes through Shadowheart one of the prizes she gave to her in a previous occasion, when she killed the daughter of her sister—the Spear of Evening.She turns it around in her fingers a couple of times until she seems to make up her mind and brings the heel of it to her mouth, where she surrounds it with her tongue and covers it in her saliva. Shadowheart, still with her mind clouded and body tired from the recent hustle, only stares at her Goddess with a questioning look.With a movement of her hand, Shar turns Shadowheart over so that she is lying with her stomach against the Goddess' palm, then with the spear, Shar spreads her legs, cunt open in view just for her. Finally, she begins to rub the heel of the weapon against Shadowheart's pussy.Startled by the cold, hard material, Shadowheart turns her head and confirms what the Goddess is doing. She open her eyes in surprise and regains some sense. "My Lady…?"Shar shushes her with a gentle whisper. "There is nothing to worry about, my child. Just enjoy."Before Shadowheart can respond, a sob escapes her lips as the rigid, rough object pushes hard inside her.It is uncomfortable, that much is true, but she endures it for her Lady, as she has endured so many other things before. While the Goddess continues to use the weapon to fuck her, Shadowheart bits her lip and looks around to focus on something else, perhaps if she occupies her mind with something different she will be able to enjoy her Lady's ministrations.Through Shar's fingers she manages to see the platform where her parents' bodies are, and what she witnesses is not what she expected, but it does fulfill the purpose she was thinking of.Shadowheart tenses while she watches her dragonborn companion have their trousers down and rutting against her father's corpse, while surrounded by what she can only assume was her mother's corpse, now completely unrecognizable. Her companion was surrounded by dismembered parts, even chewing on one of them, face stained red contrasting against the white scales covering their body."Hey! Stop that! What are you—" Shadowheart shouts but when their eyes meet, she immediately falls silent.Their eyes are wide open and slightly unfocused. They finish gulping what they were eating and a smile adorns their mouth, showing their sharp teeth. While still holding Shadowheart's gaze, they start to thrust even harder against the corpse under them.They were completely out of it.Shadowheart looks away as quickly as she can and closes her eyes, tears falling down her cheeks. She can't believe it. She can't believe that while she was there enjoying her Lady's touch she forgot about her parents and left them at the mercy of her deranged companion. It was a cruel joke. All of this.As if sensing her distress, Shar stops her motions and turns her over. Shadowheart covers her face with her arms."What are you crying for, my child," Shar questions. "Are you not enjoying your reward?"Of course she wasn't enjoying this, not anymore at least, but she was not going to say that out loud. It won't be that her Lady think less of her. She can't afford that now, at this point.After holding back a few sobs, Shadowheart manages to find her voice. "It's nothing, my Lady…" She removes her arms from her face and wipes her tears. With a determined expression, she stares into the face of her Goddess. "My apologies, I was momentarily distracted. But fear not, I am thoroughly enjoying your blessing." She brings her hands to her abdomen and place them over it. "May my body forever remember your gift, Lady Shar, for I am but your humble servant, deserving nothing more than what my Lady wishes to bestow upon me."Shar takes a deep breath, then a smile creeps onto her lips. "You truly are my greatest creation, my dear Shadowheart." She feels how her Chosen shudders in her hand as she says that, which only makes her smile grow even more. "And do not fret, my child. Your body will remember, even if your mind does not. After all, this is not the first time we have gone through this."Shadowheart only manages to mutter a "what" before she is filled with spear and tongue again. She feels full and the constant friction occupies her mind, forgetting about the strange thing her Lady mentioned just a moment ago.Part of her wants to know what her Goddess was talking about, but she was not sure if that would be the best action to take. Because she was Shar's follower she was prone to forget, and remembering forgotten memories was often considered a heresy, a violation to the Lady of Loss' trust, and if her own experiences were worth something, memories often brought pain with them—pain so unbearably, that she would think forgetting is the better, benevolent option. So she finds herself accepting that not knowing is preferable, that staying in the dark is more desirable, more suitable, for someone like her.Thus she remains silent, does not voice her wish and, instead, does her best to rejoice in her Goddess' touches, wishing to forget everything again, once all of this is over.Once her Lady satiates her desires through her, once her companion assuage their hunger, once her sorrow is eclipsed with pleasure and an emptier, yet fulfilled version of her takes her place, to continue the path that was chosen for her.And she will, she thinks, as she is Shar's follower, and she will willingly surrender everything she has, and has not, to her dear Lady. Over and over again. When Shadowheart and her companion leave the Shadowfell, she looks around and a sense of accomplishment wash over her. She has defeated Viconia, along with all the people who opposed her and her Lady's goal; Lady Shar speaks words of praise directly into her mind, feeling embraced by her Goddess and her divine power.At her feet, the remain of the bodies of two strangers lie in a pool of blood and waste. However, she pays them no mind and turns to her companion with firm determination."We should part from here. Now that I command Lady Shar's forces, the Absolute will definitely be brought to its demise. We must continue our journey and prepare for when the battle comes."Her companion looks at her for a moment, silent, but soon nods and they both leave the Chamber of Loss behind, focusing only in what the future might hold.