Vanquished Goddess

By Yamila Abraham

Lustful half-goddess Sarina gains freedom from her repressive mortal village, only to end up as a plaything to the perverse dragons of the underworld.

An erotic BDSM medieval fantasy novella with a romantic twist!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yamila Abraham
• Release date: May 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310908729

Yamila Abraham

Yamila Abraham founded the publishing company Yaoi Press in 2004. Over the last decade she's overseen the publication 50 Boy's Love titles including graphic novels, comic books, novels, and art books. Abraham has successfully licensed Yaoi Press titles into several foreign languages.Abraham is a prolific writer with over a dozen graphic novel and novels in print with four different publishers. She wrote two of Yaoi Press' best selling series: Winter Demon and Dark Prince. She's written hundreds of novels, both yaoi and science fiction romance, that have been translated into foreign languages. Her first scholarly article on the topic of international BL was published by McFarland Press in 2010. Abraham currently works diligently on numerous illustrated ebooks through Yaoi Press' newest imprint, Yaoi Prose. Abraham has been a speaker or guest of honor at 150 anime fan conventions.

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Vanquished Goddess

by

Yamila Abraham

Cover by Archie the Redcat, Edited by Michelle Henson

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I was seated on a glorious alter covered in mink fur. I was nude—no, I was covered in jewels. Jewels sewn together to make sexy clothes. A lot of my flesh was showing. Just the important parts were covered, and I sparkled.

Around me were slaves. All muscly men, oiled and glistening. They were nude. No, not nude. They didn’t wear jewels though. Let’s see. They wore silk sheaths on their cocks that were tight and articulated every little detail. One of them fed me grapes. Great big white ones, dangled in a bunch over my head. Another fanned me with a giant leaf.

A page trumpeted the arrival of my mortal mother. She was so shocked to see how glorious I was she bowed down to me in reverence.

Oh, Sarina. What have you become?

I smiled gently to her, because I did love her. Mother, this is what I was meant to be. I’m a goddess of love.

She began to weep. Yes. I see that now. I was so wrong to try and restrain you. You’re not some mortal who should be tilling fields. Will you ever forgive me?

Of course, mother. I will always—

Sarina!

I blinked hazily as reality reformed around me. I was in my dusty loft in our single room shack far outside the village. I climbed to the edge and looked down at my mother.

What?

Get my chest in the caravan.

I…I thought I already put it in last night.

Not the big one. She smiled. The little one. I want to take that, too.

Oh.

I climbed down and loaded the small box for her. The man she’d married yesterday was sitting atop the caravan holding the reins for two horses. Mother was already dressed to travel also. I was surprised she’d let me sleep so late.

This was really light, mother. I think you could have done it yourself.

Easy for you to say! You have the strength of two men. She looked around the shack a final time while fretting. I suppose that’s everything. Now she set her gaze on me somewhat forlornly. All that’s left is to say goodbye.

That’s not all. My voice held some rancor. Take it off me. I pointed to the bane of my existence: the hideous talisman that had been chained around my neck since I was six years old.

My mother was a fetching tall blonde who’d aged well enough for this merchant to fall in love with her. She still could form quite ugly wrinkles on her forehead when distressed. That talisman is for your own good, Sarina.

I kept my stance firm and defiant before her, despite the tears that built up behind my eyes. You’re going off to explore the whole country with your beloved. I should be free also.

She turned away, but thankfully didn’t mount the single step into the caravan. I just can’t trust you.

You’re leaving me! The tears spilled, despite my best effort to hold them back. I’m not your concern anymore. Let me be free!

You could come with us, she said. Alinas would be glad to have you along.

I choked out more sobs while she waited. We’d already had this argument—last year actually. I refused to leave with her and she chose to turn down the merchant Alinas’ proposal rather than leave me. She was spiteful towards me the whole season because of it, making me knock down five acres of forest and drag our heavy plow over the new earth day and night. We’d made good earnings on the harvest. I was ready to spend it now—preferably far away from this gods forsaken hovel I’d been bound to.

We’d gone back and forth on the issue for an eternity. She’d promised to take the talisman off me once I was a woman, which I now was, and then she went back on her word and said I had to wear it until I found a husband. She wavered on this last night when I’d railed against her in tears, saying she had to take it off before she left tomorrow. She acquiesced, but likely only because I wouldn’t be silent otherwise. Alinas slumbered in his caravan close to our window.

As I wept I thought up a new tactic. I sucked up my tears with a deep breath and said, How can I get married with this horrible thing on me?

She was unimpressed. Who do you intend to marry?

Edgar.

He’s too old for you.

That doesn’t matter. I’m immortal. Any man I choose will grow old while I stay young. Besides that, he’ll care for me and support me, and isn’t that what you want? You’re getting to marry and be happy—why do you deprive me of the same thing?

She remained stonefaced. Let’s go see if Edgar will have you right now. Once the Townsman has sealed your union I’ll take off the talisman.

My stomach felt as if it dropped from me. Fortunately Alinas piped up from his perch at the reigns.

Ruth, darling, I need to be in Aquiel by dusk. We’ve a schedule to keep, my dear. I did tell you this.

She shot a fretful glance up towards him. Oh, but, dearest, what am I to do? The heat her godly father puts in her blood is too much for her to bear. That talisman is the only thing that protects her virtue.

He pouted at her. Darling, you said she’s powerful enough to protect herself and grown enough to look after herself. You can’t keep her bound, now can you? She’s not your little baby anymore.

I love you, Alinas!

My mother began to weep and my heart soared. I knew I’d won. She reached up with a shaky hand and plucked the chained talisman off my neck as easily as if it were attached by a