A cloak of sheer white silk billows behind her as she steps forward, a tentative breath and smile on her lips and a burning passion on her ears. She had never truly expected to be chosen for this honor, for all that she's trained and shaped her body for this day for many a year. The clothes barely conceal her even to mortal eyes - they're simply there to despoil with Her holy violence, and Her holy pleasure, not concealing the robust swell of her breasts and the moistening of her slit beneath the feather-light shroud. 

She walks, eyes focused only on the altar, save for a brief acknowledging bow to the priestesses and an admiring sigh at their beauty. She lays down on her back, whispers her last prayer to the goddess, and closes her eyes, focusing on the ordeal to come and the way her dress slips along her hardening nipples.

The priestesses slowly approach, saying prayers to the goddess in time with their steps, sanctifying the violence of this moment as a sexualized sacrifice. As they reach the foot of the dais, however, they are interrupted by sparks of emerald fire burning into existence in midair, to the side of the altar, toward the back side of the room. The audibly crackling sparks rapidly flare into the loose shape of a human, before flowing together into the shape of a lithe, powerful woman.

Though She is barely taller than five feet, Her presence floods the air of the chamber, the feeling of carefully leashed violence and desire so thick one can taste it. Her arms are wiry and carved, revealing corded muscle that defied monsters. A few raised lines of white scars mar Her pale, smooth skin, only adding to Her divine beauty. Her breasts are modest but prominent and pert, capturing the gaze easily, hard nipples topping soft orbs. Her ass is round and tight and curvaceous, athletic and strong while also inviting and eye-catching. Not a stitch of clothing conceals Her form, especially not Her wet, slick sex, the heady scent of Her holy nectar tantalizing and sensitizing all present.

Her eyes burn with green fire, and a dangerous but fond smirk twists Her lips as She speaks, "You picked a good one, girls. She's hot enough that I'm going to take her personally."

She leers down at Romana, eyes raking up and down her barely-clothed body.

Her eyes snap open in a moment, mouth watering at the faintest touch of her presence, quickly watering with joyous tears at the sight of the Jade Libertine Herself. Her cunt instantly is alight with burning brilliant need, weeping down her full thighs as her breasts highlight her quivering quaking breath as her nose flares. 

Her domain sense instantly catches just how badly she needs to serve, and how thoroughly bound by her loving devotion to her Goddess, how easy it would be for her to tip over the edge from this alone, and how sweet a revenge it would be, to reach this height of achievement for those who spited her. Taking her would be a perfect realization of Her domains. 

Her eyes flick down deferentially, shivering at the feeling of Her raking eyes, throat almost painfully tight with caught and captured need. She's so ready for this, but not yet, not yet, not yet...

The priestesses stop where they stand, holding vigil just at the foot of the dais, eyes just above the table and able to watch as the Lady looms over Romana.

Her smirk splits Her face like a knife, and She reaches out to stroke her breast gently with Her left hand. Her touch is hot and electric against Romana's skin, pleasure sparking her nerves just from the bare contact. "You're beautiful enough for My personal blade, and none can gainsay that."

Then She drags Her fingers up to the tip of her breast and pinches her nipple sharply.

Her whole body jumps and judders at the slightest trace of Her touch, a rolling heated sigh spilling out of her luxurious lips, the fat of her full breasts swaying and sliding beneath her touch, the smooth grain of the thin veil nearly as supple as her skin at Her touch. 

With barely a conscious thought, a high pleading whine swirls in the back of her throat at the touch, thighs clenching needily at the rush of pain and contact alike.

Goodness she loves the feeling of Her looming, the feeling of Her reaching and contemplating and plotting and desiring, the fascinating freedom of having something that she can't help but love and adore and enjoy for Her without limitation.

She wraps long, dexterous fingers around Romana's breast and gropes roughly, savoring the delicious feelings welling up from Her devoted worshiper, fingers digging hotly into the plush mound of beautiful tit. The forceful pressure alights inside Romana's tit with fierce pleasure, heat spilling up to her head and down to her cunt.

"We're going to make such a symphony of violence, you and I. Good worshiper."

She lets out a lusty growl, face contorted in gorgeous greedy bliss. Her abs tighten, her spine flexes, and she stretches into it, tongue lolling out for a moment as her cunt clenches at the fierce fire flickering through her, every inch of her skin blushing a soft peach or salmon.

And then She lifts Her hand back up, and a long-bladed knife flickers into existence in another flash of emerald flame, double-edged and fiercely pointed, a runnel extending down the flat, the bloodsilver blade glinting red where the candlelight hits it, handle carved of malachite gripped firmly in Her hand. She lowers the tip to the neckline of Romana's dress, pressing firmly in, with just enough pressure to part the fabric, but not yet the beautiful skin beneath.

If Romana thought the Lady's fingers felt good, Her knife is even better. The pleasure burns like fire everywhere the blade touches, lingering for a few moments after it passes.

Slowly, smoothly, She drags the blade downward, splitting the sheer gossamer gown from the collar down to the middle of Romana's cleavage, leaving a line of blissful burning in its wake.

She cowers, beautiful fawn hair splaying down along her shoulders, cunt flexing and drooling, lips pursed and parting, breath billowing, nipples ecstatically painfully hard, toes flexing as she rolls up and sighs, floaty and fond and utterly bathed in warm worshipful pleasure, gorgeous goosebumps appearing all along her reddening skin as her breasts prepare themselves to spill.

Her honey-soft hazel eyes stare up at her blade, glassy-eyed from salty tears streaking down her cheeks as she looks up at it, utterly fixated on the shimmering edge and beautiful detailing.

The Goddess grins wide and sharp, Her elegant tits rising and falling as Her breath picks up with the anticipation, Her thick aroma billowing as Her arousal builds. She lifts the knife, then presses the tip to Romana's left breast, just a bit inward of her areola, angled outward, and braces the side of her magnificent mound with Her right hand, the soft flesh pillowing out around Her fingers.

Then She slowly drives the blade in. 

Blissful fire radiates out through every millimeter of the wound as the knife sinks effortlessly through her creamy breast, blood welling up around the blade and staining the sheer fabric.

Her mouth spills open wide, her nostrils flaring once more, her eyes rolling up in her head as she feels the fantastic fiery instant of penetration, as her whole body rings with the resplendent rush of heat, as pure crimson beads of blood bud up, like droplets of dew atop her knife before a river of rich red coats it with a hiss of her breath, voice trembling from the raw power of the sensation as she tries to memorize the flow of her breasts and the grace of Her fingers and knife alike.

Pure fertile fat flowing ever so smoothly around Her Divine blade, her flower flickering and flowing, her button fluttering with eager need -

She pants, skin shining with the sheen of her sweat, drips and drabs of blood shimmering like gems atop her proud pale breast.

It's said that the Lady can feel the penetration of every knife wielded in willing lust and love, and that can be seen on Her face as this holy blade bites into Romana's flesh.

"Beautiful," the Goddess purrs, eyes wide and lips parted in open bliss as She savors the first cut. Divine nectar wells yet further from Her sublime sex as the blood wells up from the slit in her breast.

The Lady withdraws the blade smoothly, blood welling up more freely as it exits, then cuts a smoothly sweeping crescent across the top of the pillowy tit, slicing in less than a centimeter in a widely curving arc.

"Goddess…~"

Her whole body is wracked with nigh-orgasmic tremors as Her knife slashes through her breast like a thunderbolt, cunt eagerly juicing before she just bites her tongue and sings out her pain, her tongue still reflexively sweeping along her lips to try to taste the air, to feel  even the slightest bit more of her goddesses eroticism.

"Good worshiper," She coos, wickedness and eagerness blending in Her sublimely sexual voice. "Spill every drop of your pain and pleasure for Me."

She gasps, wiggling and gliding her ample ass against the hard surface of the jade, her ass dripping, her abs flexing, every inch of her covered in her need and her Goddess’s want, ears singing with golden bliss as she freezes just to take it all in, heart thumping wildly and wantonly in her chest.

"Yes Goddess. Yesss Goddess, Goddess yes!" 

Her breath catches in her throat, all tense and strung out, each flare of pain the perfect strumming melody for her soul -

Her knife suddenly drives into the top of her breast, piercing straight through the center to emerge from the underside, blade aligned vertically so the slightest wiggle toward the tip of Romana's breast widens the cut, slicing deeper into the thick, velvety flesh of her tit on either side.

She moans, utterly overwhelmed with overwrought pleasure and pain alike. 

The Goddess's other hand slides down Romana's body, teasing her sensitive button as She slides the knife in and out, fucking Romana's tit with it while She strokes the delicate nub.

Every inch of her skin is flushed to scarlet or drained to a bone white as her heart thunderously pumps in her chest, her breast parting, flopping down a little beneath the cut.

She whimpers wantonly, the only thoughts in her head her need to please her Goddess and be a worthy sacrifice as she caresses into the harshness of Her blade. 

The Lady pants with arousal as She savors Her worshiper's pleasure and pain, Her sopping sex fluttering as She takes in the sight of Romana's writhing and moaning.

Her thoughts slip away the only thing left in her mind a desperate barely coherent chant: love the goddess love her pain love her breaking and writhing and suffering and singing and shuddering and gasping, every reaction drawn forth in an instant at the slightest indication of her goddesses will, her pleasure mounting so quickly, forcing her pleasure so high, so close to the edge that the only thing she can do is desperately cling -

She slowly, delicately pulls the knife back out the way it came, not splitting her breast in half just yet, then drags it teasingly down Romana's body, leaving little cuts back and forth in her taut abs, along the outer curve of her hip, quick arcs along the top of her left thigh, then a long, smooth line along her inner thigh from just above her knee to just below her slick cunt, blissful sparking pleasurepain radiating out from every inch.

Meanwhile Her right hand gropes Romana's left breast harshly, a fingertip slipping into the wound in the upper curve as she mauls the soft flesh.

Her teeth chatter as she curls up on herself, breathless bloodied breaths spilling out her as her thighs part for her Goddess - and then She gropes her so gorgeously, and the only thing she can do is moan, a long rolling gasp consuming her every thought and every inch. Her cunt throbs, feeling like a lake of lusty primal need pooled between her thighs, her breasts swollen and bruised and yet ever so eager for more more more -