Goddess Foot Slave Novels & Stories

"Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time." I moaned loudly, my legs spreading for his fingers, my arms going around his neck and kissing his chest as he finger fucked me. My Master made me cum in front of them, for their viewing pleasure. Once again, I felt like the slutty slave girl seducing the sales clerk, Gwen, or the needy, pathetic slave who enticed Sharon to ease my suffering; all of them strangers to me except for Lisa and Zoe and I felt so wanton, such a slave.

"The moon goddess decided that since you don't want to show your love to slaves, I will make your mate a slave!" There was applause in the air as everyone made a resounding echo noise that got Jake chuckling where he stood. He was right. He had thought over and over again why the moon goddess had decided to make Sarah a slave before he met her and then he had gotten the answer. "You hated slaves? Then I will give you one."

Everyone was clearly pissed at me since nobody checked up on me. I heard the door click and a heavy foot step in. I knew it was him without turning back. His familiar scent filled the room and I sighed in content. "Now, shall we?" ~~~~~~~~ Heyyoo Vote Comment Stay safe!! GODDESS AWAKENING: when the powers have come to a full maturity, the goddess experiences something called awakening. It may come at any time and because of the need to showcase itself, it uses the emotion present at that particular time and increases it tenfold. The emotion then surpasses all morals and thoughts of the goddess.

Gosh, I hated her raspy voice. I hated her as she was everything my Laura wasn’t. The moon goddess should have given me someone who was a replica of Laura or at least shared some resemblance such as black curly hair, honey-brown eyes, and a round happy face. Maybe I would have fallen for the goddess’s tricks if she had done that– “My King?” The Slave called out to me, breaking my thoughts.

Elias instinctively reached up, touching the tarnished silver band resting on his brow. "It wasn't mined, Architect," Elias said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It was recovered. From the impact crater." "What crater?" I demanded. "The one at the roof of the world," Cord answered, stepping forward, his massive chest heaving. "The highest peak in the northern frozen wastes. The wolves call it the Goddess's Tear. It is a massive, frozen crater where a fragment of the moon struck the earth ten thousand years ago." I felt the familiar, terrifying thrill of a new impossible equation locking into place.

"You seem like you have a lot on your chest lately. Something you need to get off your mind?" "Oh, no," she replied, her voice smooth and condescending, a thin veneer of politeness masking the venom beneath. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm just wondering," she continued, her tone dripping with mock curiosity, "why the goddess would make that kind of mistake, choosing a low-born like you to be her vessel. It seems...uncharacteristic, wouldn't you agree?"

I glanced over at Ashton, who wore a tense expression, clearly surprised by the man’s outburst. “That human girl you called Aliyah is a slave. She’s a property of the Connor pack, so you should return her. Otherwise, the royal council will doubt your authority and decision-making. abilities. You’re the new king of Jadeisles, Ashton. So the least you can do is make wise and strategic choices for us." His harsh words painfully constricted my heart. Was this all I was—a slave, an unwanted burden? I knew bringing a human to their kingdom could pose a threat to their secrecy, but I couldn’t help the sting of rejection that washed over me.

When they had found out what Annalise was, Douglas had gone to the library and did some research on both, the fact that Randall had made her a sex slave and all that comes with that and what had been recorded about the Moon Goddesses' descendants. There of course was lots on the subject of slaves, nothing as in-depth as the ancient scroll that King Fredrick had found but enough for him to know that with Annalise spending the short year she did living as that sex slave it will take a lot of time and love from both Fredrick and Nicolas as well as the others close to her for her to overcome and grow into the Luna Queen she is meant to be.

WARNING****This chapter contains scenes of an extremely violent sexual assault that can be triggering to some. They continued the 8-hour journey to the hideout in silence. Meanwhile, Sonya woke up in a dark room with what she assumed was a dirt floor around her. She was naked with shackles around her wrists. They were burning her skin so she assumed they were made out of silver. Sonya started trying to look around and realized that this was the vision that the goddess had shown her. She began to panic and just as she tried to sit up the door opened and the light turned on.

I couldn't pinpoint what the jerk actually wanted but I was sure as hell that I was never going to be his séx slave. Perhaps, he'd drag and torture me, that was what they did to them I believe if they refused. I'd rather die to be at his freaking mercy. Fuming, I clenched my fists. I knew the moon goddess never liked me when she let my parents die and let me get auctioned away. Heck, I thought she finally listened to my silent cries and mated me with someone reasonable. Now, I feel otherwise. I was going to be a slave, not only me but with several girls as well.