Post by Cuppy on Sept 3, 2020 8:18:28 GMT
|| Worship Me ||
Character: Bilquis, Queen of Sheba
A grim smile appears on her face when she looks into the mirror in the bathroom. She knows her lips are painted too bright, and her eyes too smokey. That the blouse she is wearing is two sizes too small, and the skirt too short. And that everyone who looked at her would have no doubt to what she is. A whore.
Bilquis takes a deep breath. She doesn’t care, or at least she is trying not to. All the other Gods, no matter who they are, they are whoring themselves out as well. Ostara with belittling herself by submitting to the customs of Easter. Colored eggs and bunnies and Amazon vouchers. Because it all seems to end with Amazon vouchers. Jesus Prime with making his birthday a parade of baubles and gifts that financially ruins families .., and Amazon vouchers. It’s not even his real birthday. Thor with lending his stories to comic book writers and making himself a brute with a hammer. Probably Amazon vouchers as well. They’re all selling out, all seeking for the slightest piece of worship, no matter the cost. Just to not be forgotten in this world that has lost its faith, and myths, and believes. At least she is still doing what she likes doing. Praising the pleasures of the flesh, making men and women worship her with their bodies, with their lust.
A last tug on her blouse, running her fingers through her hair, pinching her cheeks to make them more attractive. Then she steps out. „You put the 50 on the nightstand?“ she asks, then seductively undoes her top. Bilquis is not aware of what this man does for a living, if he has a family or responsibilities. It’s not her job to care. All she knows is that he will not walk out of this room, if she plays the game right. But he’ll do something of much more worth, and that is worshipping his Goddess with his body, his words, and ultimately with his life. In return, he will be granted the Blessing of Bliss, spending eternity in a state of perpetual orgasm with her. And it will be like this until the world stops turning, for she is immortal. The Queen of Sheba, Goddess of Love and Lust, ruler of rebirth and creation.
Bilquis takes a deep breath. She doesn’t care, or at least she is trying not to. All the other Gods, no matter who they are, they are whoring themselves out as well. Ostara with belittling herself by submitting to the customs of Easter. Colored eggs and bunnies and Amazon vouchers. Because it all seems to end with Amazon vouchers. Jesus Prime with making his birthday a parade of baubles and gifts that financially ruins families .., and Amazon vouchers. It’s not even his real birthday. Thor with lending his stories to comic book writers and making himself a brute with a hammer. Probably Amazon vouchers as well. They’re all selling out, all seeking for the slightest piece of worship, no matter the cost. Just to not be forgotten in this world that has lost its faith, and myths, and believes. At least she is still doing what she likes doing. Praising the pleasures of the flesh, making men and women worship her with their bodies, with their lust.
A last tug on her blouse, running her fingers through her hair, pinching her cheeks to make them more attractive. Then she steps out. „You put the 50 on the nightstand?“ she asks, then seductively undoes her top. Bilquis is not aware of what this man does for a living, if he has a family or responsibilities. It’s not her job to care. All she knows is that he will not walk out of this room, if she plays the game right. But he’ll do something of much more worth, and that is worshipping his Goddess with his body, his words, and ultimately with his life. In return, he will be granted the Blessing of Bliss, spending eternity in a state of perpetual orgasm with her. And it will be like this until the world stops turning, for she is immortal. The Queen of Sheba, Goddess of Love and Lust, ruler of rebirth and creation.