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Divine Grilling

It was a special day during this month. Today was the Day of Completion where the Creator Gods and Goddesses, among which were Ssylphiel’s ancestors, had finished their labors in creating the universe. This was signified by the sun first rising at its peak. It became the signature day of freedom for all races when they escaped the yoke of oppression. Right now, the Order of Hissteria was enjoying the fact that they all chose to serve their Goddess. They were all relaxing on the pool deck in the upper levels of the palace. The pool was big enough for a harem five times the size of Ssylphiel’s to still have elbow room. It was a shallow pool magical adaptive floors so all races big and small could have fun. Nora, Sanliel, Shannon, and Beth were cuddling up to one another while dipping their feet into the pool. They were in full pool-side harem gear, hair flowers and skirt-style bikinis. “My, my, my,” purred Beth as the rays of the sun hit her tummy, “such a beautiful day.”

“I’m imagining,” said Shannon, “that I’m at Nora’s Tavern…with a mug of ale in one hand, some good mutton in the other, and propping my feet up near the fireplace after a hard day’s work.”

“Only…ye’ve never done a hard day’s work!” joked Nora. The four of them laughed.

“…Say, where’s Ssylphiel?” asked Sanliel. “She’s usually here whenever this day rolls around.”

“She sure is taking her sweet time,” remarked Beth. She then smelled something. “…That’s beef cooking,” she said. “…And there’s hot dogs too!”

“The grill!” realized Shannon. “She’s at the grill!” The four of them headed to where the grill usually sits.

“I thought this place has staff for the kitchens,” remarked Nora, being the newest addition to the Order of Hissteria.

“Yes, but sometimes Mistress needs to flex her own cooking muscles,” replied Beth. “It’s just that she’s good at a particular kind of cooking.” They arrived to see Ssylphiel in just an apron that said “Worship the Cook” at the grill, cooking burgers and hot dogs as Beth predicted.

“Is that one of those magic aprons, Mistress?” asked Nora. Ssylphiel turned to see the group.

“It sure is, Darling Nora,” confirmed the Divine Naga. “No matter where it may end up on my exposed flesh, I can’t get any splash damage.”

“So you can cook?” asked Nora.

“On a grill, yes. I’m sure Shannon can tell you about the disaster that was last Winter Solstice.”

“Oh, good grief! That ham was nothing more than leather!” complained Shannon.

“As you can see, Nora,” continued Ssylphiel, “I cannot use a stove or oven to save my life. But a grill? That’s a different story. Seriously, you give me any animal, and I mean ANY creature that my Creator Ancestors and their colleagues put in this world and I’ll grill it. …Hells, I’ll grill you if you’re not careful. Now!” Ssylphiel then put the finished hot dogs and burgers on a plate and revealed a table full of buns, chips, sodas, and other finger foods. “Who’s hungry?” she asked as she clicked the tongs. To make a long story short, everyone was!

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Food of a Goddess

While she has kitchen staff, Ssylphiel does indulge in a bit of cooking. Her skills with a stove, she and her harem will freely admit, are subpar. Her skills with a grill? That’s totally different. You put her in front of a grill and give her any animal, and I mean ANY creature her Divine Creator Ancestors have put on this earth and she’ll grill it to perfection. Hell, she’ll grill you, if you’re not careful.

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Father’s Day…Wisdom

Ssylphiel often has to leave her Queendom for certain reasons. For this occasion, she was visiting her father, a former human turned Divine Naga by Coilzette, William Freeman Goldcoil, God-King of the Forested Kingdom of Arborias, Master of the Sect of Emancia, and Liberator of the Mines of Subeartas. He was a tinkerer at heart. Those that joined his harem were willing, like Ssylphiel’s and Coilzette’s respective harems. Ssylphiel had already visited William earlier this month in taking down Anacassandra, but she felt that a happier visit was in order. William’s harem head, an Elf man named Dalvin, was surprised. “Lady Ssylphiel,” he said as he let her into the forested palace of her father’s home, “we had no idea you were coming. We’re honored by your visit. I must personally apologize for the mess.”

“What mess?” asked Ssylphiel with a playful smirk. “Is Daddy in his workshop?”

“He is, indeed,” replied Dalvin. “May I ask why you’re here?”

“Well, I assume you know what today is.”

“Yes, it’s…ah.” Dalvin then saw the box in Ssylphiel’s hands. “Do you wish for me to announce your presence or-?”

“I’d prefer this to be a surprise,” replied Ssylphiel.

“Very good, Your Magnificence.” Dalvin led Ssylphiel to a workshop with six trees growing out of it. He opened the doors to reveal William.

“Something that needs my attention?” he asked while still concentrating on his project.

“More like someone, Daddy,” replied Ssylphiel. William dropped his project and turned to Ssylphiel with a grin.

“Visiting your old man, hm?” he asked.

“Well, in light of today, I thought it would be appropriate.” She revealed the box. “Happy Father’s Day, daddy!”

“Aw, you sweet little girl!” replied William. He slithered up to Ssylphiel and hugged her. After the hug, he opened his present. “…The new Switcheroo Hammer?!” he gasped. “This thing can switch from combat to craftwork in a heartbeat!”

“Got it from an old Dwarf that used to do smith work for Anacassandra,” explained Ssylphiel. “Do you know the name Stephen Stone-breaker?” William goggled.

“Blonde beard?” he asked. “Crystal ball replacing his right eye? Built a mechanical hand for himself?”

“That’s the one,” confirmed Ssylphiel. “He and his whole colony were freed last week thanks to him rallying enough people for a revolt and I figured you would like to know his address. He’s making a name for himself in the new prosthetic limb business.”

“That’s great to know!”

“…But…there is SOMETHING that doesn’t make sense about his methods.”

“What’s that, kiddo?” asked William.

“He tried to explain his method for getting out of a creative funk,” explained Ssylphiel, “but I didn’t understand and he said you could explain.”

“Oh, that’s easy. People like him and me just go outside and grab something. I’m pretty sure, after all he’s taught me, I can squeeze an idea out of anything.” Ssylphiel arched a confused eyebrow.

“Not sure if I’m following,” she said.

“Well, this morning, I knew I was gonna make something, but I didn’t know what, so I went outside and I grabbed this.” He pulled out what he grabbed. …It kicked its webbed feet as William kept its wings restrained while it poked its bill around in confusion.

“…A…duck,” remarked Ssylphiel.

“A duck,” confirmed William.

“…How does that help?” asked Ssylphiel. William then showed off the duck further.

“…Duck,” he said.

“…Okay, but I’m afraid I don’t-.”

“Duck.”

“…But Daddy-!”

“Duuuuuuuuck.” At this point, Ssylphiel groaned in confusion and frustration.

“Daddy, you’re not making any sense! I know it’s a duck-!”

“Who said anything I do has to make sense?” asked William as he set the duck down and let it wander. “My mission is to not only free those that were in the same position I was before I met your mother, but to help them forget all that for just one second. Everyone with me right now is not here to get one bit of wisdom, but to forget their lives and just indulge in wonderful nonsense, even if it lasts only a minute.”

“…Why couldn’t you just say that earlier? That’s something I can understand,” muttered Ssylphiel.

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Fahter’s Day Nuttiness

Presenting Ssylphiel’s father and Coilzette’s husband, the former human turned Divine Naga, William Freeman Goldcoil, God-King of the Forested Kingdom of Arborias, Master of the Sect of Emancia, and Liberator of the Mines of Subeartas. Ssylphiel loves her father, but sometimes she has to put up with him being “wise”.

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Meet Coilzette!

Meet Ssylphiel’s mother, Coilzette Mentalia Goldcoil, God-Queen of the Lands of Coilusia, Keeper of the Legacy of Hypnosius, and Defeater of Gralvak the Terrible.

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This Sassy Child

Someone’s been sent to assassinate Ssylphiel. …No, she’s not gonna fight an orphan bunnygirl peasant! She’s gonna adopt her and make her into a Divine Naga like her!

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A Bunny’s Resurrection

Ssylphiel slithered down the corridors of her palace, talking to Velasian, High Queen of all Elves. They had already gotten the business side out of the way and were now enjoying each other’s company like the old friends they are. “So,” purred Ssylphiel, “what say we…have a little fun? Perhaps go like rabbits?”

“I’d love that very much,” cooed Velasian. She then recalled something. “Sorry to detract from sexy time planning, but on the subject of rabbits…how did you get Bea as your daughter? I know you must have used your powers to make her into a Divine Naga like you, but how did a bunny girl become your daughter in the first place?”

“Ah, that takes me back about five years ago,” sighed Ssylphiel with motherly pride. “Bea already said I can talk about this story when she’s not in the room, but the question is, do YOU have time for it?”

“I’m here for a week, remember?” chuckled Velasian. “Of course I have time.”

“Then let’s find a comfortable spot,” declared Ssylphiel. They then found a sunny courtyard with trees. “Aha! A nice warm place!” Velasian stood under the tree as Ssylphiel coiled her. The Elf couldn’t resist a sexy moan as the tip of Ssylphiel’s tail stroked her cheek once she was sufficiently coiled. A pair of Ssylphiel’s girls then brought out a lawn chair for Ssylphiel and set it up in the sun. “Good work, my darlings,” she said. “Mind giving Velasian and I some privacy? We’ll play with you later.”

“Yes, Mistress!” replied the two girls. They then headed off. As they settled, a naga slithered up to the two. This one was…different. She had a teenage girl’s upper torso, but she was covered in white fur and had the head of a bunny.

“Ah! Bea!” greeted Ssylphiel. “I was just about to reveal your origin story! Wanna join?”

“Sure, Mama!” replied Bea. She laid herself on the ground, letting the sun’s rays touch her tummy.

“Now,” said Ssylphiel, “Bea’s story begins five years ago…”

Ssylphiel sat in her throne. She had received news that a self-proclaimed “hero” attempted to sneak into the palace to try and kill Ssylphiel (impossible since she was a goddess in the most literal sense) and was now in her dungeon. Shannon then came into the room. “Mistress,” she said, “the prisoner is ready.”

“Bring them in,” said Ssylphiel. “I wish to see this ‘hero’ before I teach them how wrong they were to label me as a villain.” Shannon bowed and directed two guards to bring their prisoner forward. “So, hero,” purred Ssylphiel as she lounged sexily on her throne, “I heard much about you. Now we finally meet, after all this time. They say it is your fate to defeat me. …But have you not looked at the lands under my control? Even the poorest can say they are thriving. So, tell me, ‘Hero’, why…wh-why…why… wh-hold up,” As the hero was brought closer to the throne, Ssylphiel dropped the sexy act and sat up straight in confusion. “Why are you a child?” The prisoner was an anthropomorphic bunny girl, a child, as Ssylphiel correctly put it.

“I’m the hero!” replied the little girl defiantly.

“…N-No!” replied Ssylphiel. “No! You’re, like, 10!” She then glared at Shannon and the guards. “You said you found an upstart calling themselves a hero that wants to slay me!”

“I AM the hero!” insisted the bunny girl.

“Oh, really, kiddo?” remarked Ssylphiel as she slithered off the throne, arms folded. “And who told you that?”

“The Great Seer, Anacassandra,” replied the bunny girl.

“My great aunt, Anacassandra?!” yelped Ssylphiel. “She’s sending children to assassinate me now?!” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m gonna wring her neck with both my hands AND my tail for this! Release the girl!” The guards released the bunny girl. “Hey, kiddo, what’s your name?”

“…I’m Bea,” replied the bunny girl.

“Well, Miss Bea, have you eaten yet? …And where are your parents?”

“…I’m an orphan,” mumbled Bea. “And I haven’t had a good meal in a long time.” Tears welled up in the poor bunny girl’s eyes. You could hear Ssylphiel’s heart break. Her great aunt, a truly wicked Divine Naga, must have preyed on Bea’s desperation and starved her to make her more compliant.

“…Bea, maybe we got off on the wrong foot,” she said softly. “Would you like to stay here? You won’t have to listen to Anacassandra.”

“…Y-You mean…you want to…?!” asked Bea, her eyes filled with hope.

“If you want me to be your mother, I will,” confirmed Ssylphiel.

“…Mommy!” cheered Bea happily as she hugged Ssylphiel. “…Can I…have a tail like you?”

“If you want,” replied Ssylphiel.

“I do!” giggled Bea.

“Let’s get some food in you first, THEN I’ll turn you into a bunny girl Divine Naga,” said Ssylphiel as she picked up the bunny girl and slithered to the dining hall.

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Aftermath

The rays of the sun slowly crawled across Ssylphiel and the red-head Dwarf woman sharing her bed. The naga goddess sighed as the warmth of the sunbeam went across her stomach and gently woke her. “Mmmm…good morning, Nora.”

“Mmm…good morning, goddess,” sighed the Dwarf woman happily. Ssylphiel kissed her new paramour before slithering to her vanity with the Dwarf in her coils.

“It was nice of you and your father to let us use the tavern for our party last night,” said Ssylphiel.

“Me father’s an ol’ softie,” replied Nora. Ssylphiel was about to put on her makeup…when she saw a piece of paper with pictures on the vanity table. She examined the paper carefully.

“…A receipt?” she muttered. Nora saw the paper.

“Can I see that?” she asked. Ssylphiel handed her the receipt and Nora inspected. “…That’s me father’s handwriting,” muttered the Dwarf woman. Her eyes went wide as she looked at each line item on the receipt. “What in the hell…?!” she whispered. She was REALLY surprised when she saw the total! “Wha…?!” Ssylphiel goggled at the pictures and looked at the total on the receipt.

“…What did the rest of the girls DO last night?!” she spluttered. She then used her mirror to call the designated lead girl from last night. “SANLIEL!” she shouted. The blue-skinned, green-haired Elf woman put her fingers to her lips as a pained look of getting over a hangover crossed her face.

“Shshshshhhhh!” she said. “Yes, Mistress?” she then whispered.

“I distinctly remember Nora and her father warning us,” said Ssylphiel, “that they’d charge us a cleaning fee if we left the tavern and forge a mess after our party last night.”

“Me father left a receipt and pictures of the damage from last night,” explained Nora. “I’m not trying to be mean about collection, but holy HELL!”

“I knew that fee was gonna come up this morning,” moaned Sanliel pitifully. “I knew it the minute the living sundae contest got out of hand.”

“So the brown substance Nora’s father found,” asked Ssylphiel, “that’s all chocolate?”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Sanliel. “And the anvil had a really nice flat surface for a suction attachment, so, Nora, I’d be careful around that.”

“Me anvil?!” Nora looked to see if her dad accounted for any damage for the anvil. “…Why was the horn of me poor anvil rusted?!” she demanded.

“…Erm, what’s the total damage?” asked Sanliel.

“943 gold, at least that’s what Nora’s father thinks is fair,” replied Ssylphiel. “I think he’s being a bit generous.”

“Nora, instead of me answering your question about the anvil,” offered Sanliel, “how about we make that a nice 1,000 gold? Make it a nice, cubed number.”

“You want me to not ask questions?” asked Nora. “You’re all helping me clean the tavern and forge as well as paying that fee! Mistress, I’m sorry, but you’re gonna have to help.”

“Of course, Sweet Nora,” agreed Ssylphiel. “Why don’t we…” she read something else on the receipt and saw the pictures. “…What’s that red stuff on the tavern’s rafters?” Sanliel thought for a minute.

“…Oh, no!” she assured Ssylphiel a second later. “That’s not what you’re thinking, Mistress. Jello wrestling. That’s raspberry.”

“Right, that’s it,” sighed Ssylphiel. “I’ll need to lay out ground rules, one of them being that we cannot let ourselves be so blacked-out drunk enough for Jello wrestling!”

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Post St. Patty’s Day Party

Even Ssylphiel likes a good party. …But she’s not immune to the aftermath of her girls partying like maniacs.

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Pleasing Their Mistress

Ssylphiel has many rooms devoted to wild nights of passion. Her favorite is known as the Pillow Pit, the floor being covered in soft pillows that give her and her playmates maximum comfort. Today was a special day for her as not only was it Valentine’s day, but also the birthdays of the first two women to be inducted into the Order of Hissteria. One was a human girl named Shannon, the other was a Catgirl named Beth. “This way, darlings,” cooed Ssylphiel as she brought the two into the Pillow Pit.

“Ooh!” cooed Shannon. “My favorite room!”

“Mine too!” said Beth as her ears twitched.

“You’re sure some funtime with me here is a sufficient present, girls?” asked Ssylphiel. “I can get you something a little more…material.”

“Our families already took care of that, Mistress,” assured Shannon. “We just want some time with you. Besides, we also wanted to spoil you today, given what day it is.”

“Aw, you girls are too kind,” cooed Ssylphiel as her tail gently coiled around Shannon. She easily lifted her into the air.

“Just a sec, Mistress,” said Shannon. “A little something.” She then produced a chocolate truffle and held it near Ssylphiel’s mouth.

“A sweet from one of my sweeties?” purred the naga as she gently touched Shannon’s face. “You little charmer.”

“Anything for my mistress,” replied Shannon. Beth then massaged Ssylphiel’s shoulders.

“Can I be coiled too?” she asked. “Please, Mistress?”

“Now, now,” Ssylphiel gently chided. “Let’s let Shannon have her turn.” Her tongue then took the chocolate from Shannon’s hand as her tail squeezed gently. Shannon moaned in pleasure as Ssylphiel slowly tightened her grip.

“Oooooohhh!” moaned Shannon. “Ooooohhh, s-so good! MMmmph! OooooOOOAAAAAAHHHHH!” That last moan was pure orgasm. Shannon shuddered and then fell limp. Ssylphiel gently set her down on some pillows.

“Now…your turn,” cooed the naga to Beth as her tail coiled around the Catgirl and began squeezing.

“MMMMmmmm!” moaned Beth. “Oooooohhhh! Yeeessss, so strong! D-Dominate me, please! I…I…I…I…nn…nnnnNNYYAAAAAAAA!” Her orgasm-laced yowl echoed throughout the room. Ssylphiel then laid the panting Catgirl next to Shannon, then she coiled the two of them up.

“Good little girls,” she whispered softly. “Willingly surrendering to me, accepting the rewards I give, you girls have made an excellent choice in joining the Order of Hissteria. The Serpentia Kingdom is made that much stronger with you girls. …Now…are you ready?”

“Yes! Please!” panted the two. Ssylphiel then began squeezing. The two harem girls moaned as Ssylphiel tightened her grip. They struggled a bit to heighten their pleasure. Ssylphiel grinned at the play of trying to escape, so she tightened her grip to playfully remind them who their goddess was and that escape from her was impossible! That pushed the girls over the edge. They both cried out as they orgasmed again, the pleasure of which shook their bodies. Ssylphiel then brought the girls to her chest and had them rest their heads on her breasts.

“I do appreciate that you willingly joined,” she said. “Happy birthday and happy Valentine’s day.” She kissed the two on their lips. She didn’t lie when she said her harem girls had joined her willingly. The Order of Hissteria was made so girls could willingly join Ssylphiel, just like her parents’ harems were made. As they rested, Shannon spoke up.

“Mistress,” she said, “did you ever figure out why the Orcs enslave other women?”

“Funny story about that,” remarked Ssylphiel, “turns out I was a victim of propaganda myself. Orcs are an all-male species, that much is true. So they use women of other species to help them reproduce. However, like you girls, their brides genuinely marry them out of love. That was how they created such a vast empire that rivals mine, they assimilate the other cultures into their own. …Oh, listen to me drone on about boring stuff. This is a room of love…and you girls both wanted plenty of it for your birthdays!” Ssylphiel’s hands then moved to their bras. I will not describe what happens, but it WAS passionate and all parties loved it.