The Yokeland Chronicles
Chapter 2 - The Amethyst Flame
by TempleSiren_NULL
The world was flashing green, and Sabine followed the call of the horn. It made her blood boil. It made her pussy leak. It was calling out to her.
The mosskin potion had burned away any part of her that could say no.
She walked through the cold winds, naked, for two hours. The stars began to slowly drift overhead. The burning village in the distance grew closer and closer. Over time, the fire began to die down. Sabine felt cold as the light dimmed, and then saw something horrible.
Something that made every inch of her flesh scream out. Something that felt completely wrong to her very sense of being.
The fire was turning purple.
A rival tribe. She knew this instinctively. She was not meant to go to them. She didn’t understand why they were blowing her horn.
She didn’t yet understand how she knew what her horn sounded like. It was as if her blood itself knew more than she did.
Every part of her mind was rearing up in retaliation. It was like a tidal wave gathering speed and building up to crash into the horn’s sound. Every part of her mind was primed to deny the intrusion. She would not serve a false messiah of the Bull-God.
Every part of her mind was rearing up in retaliation. It was like a tidal wave gathering speed and building up to crash into the horn’s sound. Every part of her mind was primed to deny the intrusion. She would not serve a false messiah of the Bull-God.
Except that part of Sabine’s mind that could say no, was gone.
It was like there was a hole in her mind. A spot that if she could just reach it, if she could just touch it, she could go home. She could refuse the purple flame.
It was like there was a hole in her mind. A spot that if she could just reach it, if she could just touch it, she could go home. She could refuse the purple flame.
But she couldn’t refuse anything. That part of her mind, that tiny part was gone. The tidal wave of revulsion that swept through her mind had nothing to break on. It flowed through the hole where a part of her mind used to be. As the wave circled her mind, it eventually slowed, and then stilled. The waters of her mind were calm. Sabine accepted what was happening. She would serve the Chief of the Amethyst Flame.
There was no other choice. The Verdant Horn called to her, she could not resist its pull.
Even if another tribe had stolen it.
***
In the false twilight of the purple fire, Sabine walked to her new tribe. The Honeydew Estate and its entire supporting village, were engulfed in its light. The unnaturally smooth flames pulsed and flickered in a repetitive, almost cyclic way.
In the false twilight of the purple fire, Sabine walked to her new tribe. The Honeydew Estate and its entire supporting village, were engulfed in its light. The unnaturally smooth flames pulsed and flickered in a repetitive, almost cyclic way.
Sabine found it hypnotic.
It was as if the flame itself was luring her in. Sabine imagined it would be easy to resist, if only she knew how. This was another tribe’s power. It should have little effect on her. She was meant to be called by the Verdant Horn. Her mind should be closed to The Flame’s power.
Instead, she felt her mind opening to it. She saw the Amethyst Flame’s dance the same way its worshippers did. The waves of light extended from the center again and again like a pulsing circle. Every time it was about to reach the edge, a flash above would lure her eye away. A glow would pull her eye back to the center where the circle would be expanding again.
If she could just ignore the flash, if she could just see the circle hit the edge, she’d be able to look away.
But the flash was calling her, and she couldn’t say no. She let the Amethyst Flame mesmerize her.
Voices were calling out as she walked through the burning village. She ignored the calls of surprise, the cries of devotion, and the words of reverence spoken aloud. The Flame and The Horn were commanding her to the center of the village. Nothing in the world mattered but obeying them.
“Maybe he already is the Bull-God reborn…”
“His prophecy came true! A green-eye’d girl walks through The Amethyst Flame!”
“Our King shall be the King that breeds all Queens. Our King shall be the King that breeds the world. He will unite the tribes. He will become The Bull-God.”
That last line began repeating again and again as more and more purple-eyed people spoke it. The chanters reverently cleared a path for Sabine to walk through. Eventually, she reached the village center.
“Our King shall be the King that breeds all Queens. Our King shall be the King that breeds the world. He will unite the tribes. He will become The Bull-God.”
That last line began repeating again and again as more and more purple-eyed people spoke it. The chanters reverently cleared a path for Sabine to walk through. Eventually, she reached the village center.
Sabine hadn’t been to the Honeydew Estate, or its surrounding village, in years, but she remembered it fondly. Back when her mother was alive, they would visit almost every holiday. At first, Sabine thought it was to get away from all the people who judged her for her eyes.
It wasn’t long into their first visit that Sabine realized the Honeydew Estate had different people to shun her over her eyes.
But that’s not why they came. Sabine’s mother was taking her to the Church of the Fair Goddess. She remembered hiding behind her mother as the kindly priest spoke to her.
The Fair Goddess welcomes all, child. Here, you are accepted no matter what marks you bear.
The memory somehow still gave Sabine comfort. It was the only place she ever really felt safe.
The church was a simple building placed in the exact center of the village. It had a slanted roof, and an image of the goddess painted on the door. It didn’t have the funds to afford a statue. The Fair Goddess had few followers, but it was her priest that built the temple. He allowed worship of any god within its walls, but demanded that all within obey The Fair Goddess’s tenets.
With a church already built that allowed all worship, nobody felt the need to build another. The entire Estate and its supporting village all worshipped here.
Thus within the walls of this one place, even the Lord of the Honey Estate, treated Sabine as an equal. No one dared invite disfavor from The Fair Goddess.
No one except worshippers of The Bull-God.
Sabine saw the church burning in front of her. It was engulfed in that same purple hypnotic flame that engulfed the village. Sabine tried not to wonder if the kindly priest had escaped or if he now worshipped the Amethyst Flame too.
There was a clearing in front of the church. A circle of fire where in the center stood the largest man Sabine had ever seen. He was immense; tall, strong, and fat all in equal measures. His face was buried under his long, jet-black hair; a sweaty, tangled curtain that reached half-way down his back. He threw his head back to gaze upon The Flame, and the curtain pulled back. His face was revealed to Sabine.
Sabine nearly flinched at his blazing violet eyes. She instinctively understood that he was a Cult-King.
The harem of naked purple-eyed women surrounding him only confirmed Sabine’s instincts.
He was blowing the horn as he thrust into one from behind. Another woman had her arms wrapped around his raised bicep. Her legs were wrapped around his body as she ground herself into him. Women climbed all around him, kissing him, grinding their bodies into him.
Sabine should have felt revulsion. She should have felt hate for the man who stole from her tribe. From the man who believed he could use her own artifact against her. But she didn’t feel that way.
Instead. Sabine only felt jealousy for the women engaged in worship.
She walked into the circle and knelt before the Cult-King of the Amethyst Flame.
The women gasped, and moved backwards; cowering behind their King’s strength. Only the girl bent over in front of him stayed. Her eyes, scrunched shut from the pleasure of her King’s cock, hadn’t noticed the green-eye’d girl.
The Cult-King stopped thrusting and lowered his horn. He shoved the girl off his cock and stepped up to Sabine. He held her by the chin and raised her gaze to meet his. His cock dripped with the juices of the other slave girl as he studied Sabine’s eyes.
His voice began rumbling into a deep laughter. He sounded both jovial and angry at once.
“Yes! It is as I said. The Bull-God favors us!” The King paused and it felt like the entire village was roaring in response. “He has led the Verdant Horn into our grasp and now he offers me one of The Horn’s servants!”
Sabine heard laughter from all around her. The harem, the raiders, even the subjugated villagers seemed to laugh at her.
The Cult-King grabbed Sabine by the throat. Sabine didn’t respond, though she was painfully aware that she couldn’t breathe.
It was strange how little that bothered her.
She stared into his burning eyes as he held her. Eventually, as darkness began to corner her vision, his grip loosened, and cool air returned to soothe her burning lungs.
The Cult-King was smiling the biggest grin she had ever seen. His teeth flashed with the reflection of The Amethyst Flame.
The Cult-King was smiling the biggest grin she had ever seen. His teeth flashed with the reflection of The Amethyst Flame.
“I did not feel a flicker of resistance in you. You truly serve me, don’t you?”
She couldn’t say no.
She couldn’t say no.
Sabine nodded meekly in response. Her throat hurt too much to talk.
The Cult-King reached down and pinched her nipple. Sabine was still so worked up from The Horn. A painful moan escaped her throat and she leaned into his touch. His fingers quickly relaxed and his hand flipped around, allowing her entire breast to fall into his grip. He squeezed her and pulled her into a kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft.
His cock felt like a solid rock pressed into her.
He broke the kiss and held her gaze to his once again. His eyes burned brightly and Sabine could only see the violet light piercing through the familiar green glow of her own eyes.
“You were sired by a Verdant Horn Raider, weren’t you? Born of green eyes, but never claimed by them?”
“You were sired by a Verdant Horn Raider, weren’t you? Born of green eyes, but never claimed by them?”
There was nothing but him. Sabine nodded in response.
“Your blood cries to obey the horn. You were bred to obey it, weren’t you?”
Sabine could still hear the horn ringing out in her mind. She nodded again.
Sabine could still hear the horn ringing out in her mind. She nodded again.
“Yet your blood should naturally flee from the Amethyst Flame. Even if you hear the call of The Horn, you have no obligation to obey it.” The Cult-King began circling around Sabine, drinking in every detail of her body.
Sabine felt like prey, knowing it was about to be ambushed.
Her thighs were soaked in arousal, born of both fear and worship.
The Cult-King shoved hard against her back and Sabine fell onto her hands. She parted her legs. She was eager to worship.
She felt his painfully-hard cock positioned at her entrance. Between her own wetness and the lingering wetness still coating his cock, The Cult-King had no effort sliding into her.
Sabine screamed when she felt how big he was. Unlike the mosskin hermit, the Cult-King’s cock did not numb her. She would always remember this as her true first experience.
Sabine screamed when she felt how big he was. Unlike the mosskin hermit, the Cult-King’s cock did not numb her. She would always remember this as her true first experience.
Sabine felt all the pain of being opened up, as she was spread wider than she ever had been. She screamed out, and heard the Cult-King laughing. The harem soon began laughing too. As she heard the horn blow again, she no longer cared about any of that.
The Horn is calling me.
Sabine remembered the dream she wasn’t allowed to remember. The dream she’d had again and again since she came of age. The Raiders of the Verdant Horn returning to the village. Returning to claim the seed they’d planted decades ago.
Yes. That was how her tribe operated. They would raid villages and rape the women. Years later they would return, blaring the horn. All of their offspring would be drawn to the sound and come to worship their leader. The true reincarnation of the Bull-God. Not this pretender.
Sabine had touched herself so many times thinking about The Cult-King of the Verdant Horn claiming her. It felt amazing to finally be able to remember it.
Her pussy flooded, just like it was trained to. She squeezed down on her King’s cock and felt his heat explode into her. Suddenly, her dream no longer mattered. Sabine was exactly where she was supposed to be.
She desperately hoped she wasn’t carrying the mosskin’s seed.
***
***
While a small part of her hoped that the raiders didn’t attack Lochhaven Estate, that part was shrinking each day. Most of the time, she forgot about that life entirely. Sabine lived with the camp now and had fallen into a comfortable routine.
Every morning, she’d suck on her King’s cock until it was hard enough for her to climb on. He loved waking up to her beautiful, subjugated green eyes gazing longingly at him as she used her body to pleasure him.
Sometimes he would finish in her, sometimes he would finish in a different servant. Though it never bothered Sabine when he did. Every servant needed to be bred by the King, after all.
Once he was done with her, he would usually go to the war tent and plan with the other men. Sabine knew little of what went on in there. Unlike the other servants, she did not pleasure the men in the war tent.
There was something so much more important for her to do.
The Cult-King’s wife, High-Priestess of the Amethyst Flame, was training her. Each day, after the King left, the High-Priestess would grab her by the hair and drag her to the place of worship. In the center of the camp was the everburning Amethyst Flame, source of the clan’s power.
Sabine would stare into the hypnotic flame for hours as the High-Priestess threw in various herbs that burned slowly, releasing an unexpected amount of smoke.
Sabine would willfully inhale the fumes, and let them open her mind The Flame’s influence. All the while, two lesser priestesses would whisper new thoughts into her ear.
“You are a servant of the Amethyst Flame”
“You want to betray the Verdant Horn”
Yes… this was her truth. Despite who she was born to, Sabine had been claimed by the Amethyst Flame. Her blood had been quelled. Her mind couldn’t rebel. She could only listen and accept the truths she was taught.
“You want to make my husband happy, don’t you, Sabine?” The High-Priestess was whispering in her ear now. Sabine’s pussy dampened when she realized she didn’t even remember telling them her name. It got even wetter when she answered her mistress.
“Yes, Cult-King Varkhul is The Bull-God incarnate… I am a pathetic servant of The Bull-God. Nothing makes me happier than to please my Cult-King.”
The High-Priestess was pressing her body into Sabine now. Sabine could hear the lust in her silky voice. She could feel the radiating heat of her body. Sabine wanted to quench her mistress’s flame. Instead she stared into The Flame, inhaled its smoke, and listened to the High-Priestess.
“Will you help your Cult-King ascend? Will you help him destroy the Cult of the Verdant Horn?”
Sabine felt the fire rising in her as she responded.
“Yes.”
A wave of pleasure crashed through her. Some other priestess was licking her now, though Sabine didn’t dare look down from The Flame. She kept her eyes focused and her mind open. This pleasure would only help cement the commands.
“It is almost time, Sabine. You will take the horn to your former clan. You will tell them you don’t know why you were compelled to return it.” Sabine gasped. Another woman was now kissing along her neck.
“I will return it.” The mouth below her teased her clit. She couldn’t wait to say the rest of the words.
“And once they trust me, I will kill their false-king. I will ignite their camp with Amethyst Flame, and they will learn to serve the true Bull-God.” She was so well trained now. The words came automatically. She could see the image in her head. Betraying the clan that gave her life to appease the clan that stole her away.
She came as she imagined stabbing the false-king with the horn itself. She doubted she’d be able to, but it was a fun thought. Sabine groaned in pleasure as she ground her still sensitive pussy against the faceless servant beneath her.
The forceful pull on her hair should have hurt. Instead, her mind only registered the sensation as pleasure. The High-Priestess had pulled her gaze away from The Flame. She was staring into Sabine’s heretical green eyes.
“Good girl. As a reward, you may pleasure me.”
***
The sound of men screaming in the distance kept Sabine from being able to finish thanking her mistress. All the women around her looked to the High-Priestess. Sabine was looking at nothing. She knew only her mistress’s pussy. A painful tug on her hair tore her away from her task.
The purple eyes of the High-Priestess were now bearing down on Sabine.
“Continue staring at The Flame. I’ll be back.” Sabine felt a slap on her ass and heard the women leaving. She merely stared into The Flame as ordered.
Sabine continued staring into The Flame as the screaming got closer and louder. She ignored the shouts and the clash of blades. The Flame consumed her vision. The smell of burning herbs overwhelmed the smell of blood. She was too entranced to hear the battle happening around her, but she did hear something else. Something new.
A voice that was like fireworks in her head. She heard the voice as easily as she saw the crackles in The Flame.
“You’ll die if you stay here.”
Sabine could only nod. The fireworks in her mind seemed amused.
Sabine could only nod. The fireworks in her mind seemed amused.
“By the black devil that ate the sun, you hear me don’t you?”
Sabine nodded again. The fireworks began roaring in her mind. It was just like the holiday of the new century… back when her mother…
“Fascinating… Most mortals resist us reflexively but you… Your mind has been tampered with…”
Sabine felt the memory of the mosskin potion forced upon her. She felt the burning liquid spreading through her body. It was consuming her mind, burning part of her away.
Then the memory shifted back into the present, and the burning feeling became the fireworks.
“So that’s it then… Yes… We can have fun with you in the Dreamlands…”
Sabine felt her mind focus itself on the fireworks exploding both within her and within The Flame. She saw a vision of a place that shouldn’t be. The source of all dreams…
The fireworks began exploding along a line, rising higher and higher, as if they were a man becoming aroused.
“Come with me. If you’ve allowed me this far into your mind, I can take you away from this place. We can go somewhere so much more fun.” The fireworks were pressing harder against her mind.
Sabine couldn’t say no.
“I’ll go with you,” she whispered.
The fireworks in her mind formed a smile before popping incessantly. The flame before her began to bloom, no longer purple, but now every color seen and unseen.
Sabine slipped into it as easily as breath.
If the green-eye’d raiders had arrived just a few minutes earlier, they might have saved her.
***
It was clear now to the High-Priestess that her husband had been a fool. He had actually believed a green-eye’d girl would serve him.
No. It was so clearly a ruse by the Cult of the Verdant Horn, and it had worked beautifully. She had been too busy training the girl to do proper divinations. She was too distracted to see the rival cult approaching.
The Cult of the Verdant Horn was so clever, she had been foolish to serve The Amethyst Flame.
The High-Priestess stood before her new Cult-King. Her former husband was tied up, watching her final betrayal.
The High-Priestess stood before her new Cult-King. Her former husband was tied up, watching her final betrayal.
“Do it.” The Cult-King of the Verdant Horn ordered.
Better to serve the Verdant Horn than die with the Amethyst Flame. Better to bear children than ash.
The High-Priestess cast The Horn into the amethyst flame. The flame flailed and screeched as if it was a dying animal. Its light faded softer and softer as The Horn was only forged stronger.
The High-Priestess watched as The Horn stole the source of her power.
Then, the flame erupted green. Transformed by the power of the Bull-God into the Verdant Flame. The High-Priestess looked around as the eyes of her tribe changed from purple to the most beautiful shade of green she had ever seen.
Her tribe had fallen. They now served the true incarnation of the Bull-God.
Then, the flame erupted green. Transformed by the power of the Bull-God into the Verdant Flame. The High-Priestess looked around as the eyes of her tribe changed from purple to the most beautiful shade of green she had ever seen.
Her tribe had fallen. They now served the true incarnation of the Bull-God.
She hoped she would bear his beautiful green-eye’d children.
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