Faith Seed and the Bliss WIP (Patreon)

Here's the completed patreon request from our mate Faith Fox (Candace), featuring her gorgeous writing style, which encouraged me to add yet a new animation for the storyboard.

There was a calming hum in the air of the world as Faith Seed walked through her Bliss world, a perfect world of her design that she welcomes those who embrace her and expose themselves to her drug, The Bliss. Usually, she finds herself roaming this world to guide those souls and set them on the Path to salvation through the Gates of Eden, but today a different task was set before her. Lately, Faith had been lustful, overwhelming thoughts of foregoing her chastity while Lust was a grave sin. One her brother Joseph, the leader of their holy order, would not tolerate. So to cleanse her soul, Joseph ordered her to isolate herself and contemplate her innocence to reinforce it. And so she would do.

Faith found herself a secluded spot in a clearing, where a stream flowing nearby added the sound of rushing water to the ambience, so calming and tranquil. The young woman seated herself with crossed legs and began to focus, thinking of casting away these unholy and sinful thoughts to once again be on Joseph's favourable side and be spared of his punishment. But to cast the demons from your soul in a place practically born of your soul would prove to be a recipe for disaster. 

For a good while, she reflected and considered all she had been feeling, weighing if it was worth to give in to her desires, to give into sin. But as she banished these thoughts, they were able to manifest while she was in her Bliss world. She was unable to sense it since she was so wrapped up in what she was doing, but they were going to let her know they would not be done away with so easily…

Rising from the ground behind Faith, came an apparition that resembled her in every way; it had the same shape, same features, hair done the same way. It even wore the same tattered dress and was barefoot. The only striking difference between this Faith and the true one was that the apparition was a dark black hue with glowing scarlet eyes. It was the embodiment of Faith's sins and her lustful desires, and it was intent on having her embrace them, whether she wanted to or not.

The shade loomed over the Faith, lost in her meditations, took to its knee beside her and whispered into her ear a siren call with a voice so enticingly sultry. “Don't be so quick to do away with me, Faith...you're missing your chance to feel the euphoric release that's been locked away for so so long…” the apparition’s voice went quieter still, but the tone picked up seductively. “...don't turn away, not when you're so close…” 

Faith sat firm, daring not to move or listen to the shade’s tempting words or tone. As much as she wanted to give in to her lusts, she feared what Joseph would do to her more. But the apparition was resourceful and knew all of the young woman’s kinks and fantasies. It gingerly pressed its hand against her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze while out of view, its other hand glowed dark and curled its fingers into its palm.

All around them, whip-like tendrils began sprouting up from the ground the same colour as the shade, which all suddenly shot towards Faith who was still sitting and contemplating. These tendrils ensnared her, binding around wrists and ankles, spreading her arms up above her and keeping her legs together in front of her, the ends of the tendril binding her feet reached up and curled around her big toes to keep her soles still and taut. However, Faith kept herself calm during her predicament, maintaining the stoic personality even as the shade postured around her. Finally, after a long period of silence of testing her new bondage, the now captive woman looked up defiantly after her captor and spoke with a tone to match. “I have changed. I don’t surrender to carnal desires any longer. I must prepare us for the Collapse, and I must be free of sin to do so. I was once Pure. I can be Pure again...”

Her captor smirked devilishly as if that is what it wanted to hear. “You may have changed some, but I know better. Foolishly, you think you can resist...foolishly; you’re going to try. I know you well, Faith...better than even you know yourself…” The shade’s voice carried a threatening tone, and Faith watched as it waved its hands around. All around her small portals in the ground opened up, long arms that resembled the shade’s rising up and out from them. The Shade itself began to levitate away from the helpless bound woman, tendrils coming up from under her to make a seat so she could dangle her bare feet directly above Faith’s face, giving her a perfect glimpse of her soles. “You like them; I know you do. They're all yours if you give in to your desires. Joseph never has to know.”

For a long moment, Faith considered the offer. The truth was that she did want them both, to give in to her desires and lean up and worship them, to lick those soles until the glistened and to suck the toes until they pruned. But the woman still had defiance in her and could fight this. She turned her head away while keeping a stoic expression upon her face. “I won’t be tempted. What The Father would do to me is not worth fleeting pleasure you can give me, demon.”

The young woman was answered by the Shade clicking its tongue in mocking disappointment. “What did I say? That you would try to resist. You can bolster yourself all you wish, but in the end, you’ll give in to me. Let’s begin shall we?” Faith heard a snap of fingers, and from her view, she could see the conjured hands begin to move slowly towards her in a menacing way. She knew what was coming and she still herself, for the intense torture she was to endure couple with the arousing pleasure that was sure to accompany it. For Faith was also so enamoured with tickling, it was another of her taboos. To have another woman or herself helpless in restraints of any kind in front of her was a typical fantasy that played through her head.

All at once, she felt on her. Nails and fingers were swiping and scratching along her body through her silken dress and on her exposed skin. Her body jerked, she squeaked, and the Shade above just snickered at her predicament. “Nngh...n-no! St-stop this!” Faith jerked and pulled on her unnatural restraints, but they stretched and bent with her movements, offering no hope to escape on her own whatsoever. And their attacks were relentless, targeting her lower body specifically as the spectral hands moved down and showing great interest around her feet and legs. Two hands set themselves before each foot and with all their nails, begin to harshly spider tickle up and down those silky soft and tender soles. “NNGH! Begone! Leave my feet alone! I swear you will regret this! NNNGHehehehehe!” The first of her giggles had broken through.

 “Oh, I highly doubt that. Get comfortable, Herald…” The Shade used Faith’s title mockingly while shaking its head. “You’re going to be here for a while. Don’t be so foolish to think that if you give in, that I’ll show you mercy.” For several minutes following, the young brunette was subjected to this relentless tickling. The hands explored every inch of her helpless bare feet, tickling them harshly until they begin to glow red from the attention. Faith felt herself breaking under each second, getting closer and closer to losing it. It started with quivering lips and gently tugs of her restraints at the beginning. But her sinful Shade enjoyed testing her defences and would enjoy even more so to break them down into nothing, to reduce the defiant cultist leader to a babbling mess of giggles. After just five minutes, Faith was nearing the end of her defiance, her toes curled up as much as she could and flinching horrible every time a spectral hand even made a gesture at her. With a surprising show of mercy, the Shade called the hands off, which sunk back into the ground and disappeared, leaving the brunette a panting for air. She was nearly reaching her break point, but Faith made a point to show she was still holding on, even if the Shade knew better.

It was looming close to her, dangling its dark feet close by Faith’s face, so much that she had to turn away from them to avoid being entranced. Her action was answered by feeling the soft skin of their flesh against her cheek, accompanied by a floral smell that was much like the lotion she used on her own. Faith closed her eyes, knowing that the Shade was brushing its toes along her cheek. “Take a look at them, Faith...you’re resisting so hard right now, but you really shouldn’t. I won’t tell anyone. And I know you want them..”

“N-Never! I can't! I won't!” Defiantly, Faith twisted her head away from those dark teasing feet. And surprisingly, the Shade did so. It pulled them teasingly slow from her reach as if making sure Faith knew the option of having them was available should she change her mind. But she never did, and so the Shade decided it was time to employ her secret weapon, raising both hands and curling her fingers once into her palms.

From the ground sprouted five flowers with closed buds with but flexible looking stems. Slowly they loomed close to the bound woman while her Shade watched what would happen next. Faith looked at them with both curiosity and fear. They didn't look menacing, but these were also creations of her sin — subconscious desires born of her overbearing lust. These flowers were not good news. Each flower had taken a position around Faith; two at her feet, three at her waist, and slowly the petals opened, revealing a woman's face in each one. They were beautiful but were still monstrous, and Faith refused to be swayed still.

One of them broke from the pack and loomed closer to her face. Faith tried to look away, but before she could, the eyes of this woman plant began to glow, compelling her to stay and watch. She could only focus on what -it- wanted, on what -it- wanted for her. And Faith couldn't look away, try as she might. It's orders raced through her mind like a broken record, repeating itself with a sultry voice. “Give in. Give in. Give in.”

She couldn't fight it,  and after a few minutes, her body relaxed,  and the vines moved in. Their faces rubbed against the softness of her soles, while others trailed kisses on her bare neck. This wasn't so bad...Faith thought. It was wonderful. This was what she’d been fighting all this time, what Joseph had forbid.

This is a fanart of Far Cry 5 ©  - Faith Seed

Thanks FaithFox/Candace for your amazing story and narration style :D I'll gladly read more from you.

JayaKun