The Final Test (Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey)

The Final Test (Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey)

A/N: The Final Test was a commissioned one-shot written back in April of 2020. Posting it up here for people to enjoy!

Summary: Kassandra has done all that Diona asked of her... and now she just has one final challenge to overcome, it seems. Can she manage it?

Themes: Rough Sex, Exhibitionism, Fucked Silly

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"Well done, Kassandra. You have done all I have asked of you. Now, there is only one final challenge that you must overcome, before you will be admitted into the Order of Aphrodite."

Kassandra's back straightens imperceptibly at that, her shoulders squaring as the Spartan looks into Diona's eyes. Finally, she was getting somewhere. The Priestess of Aphrodite that she'd spent this last little while befriending, Diona of Kythera, was going to be Kassandra's in to learning more about the Cult of Kosmos... the cult that had torn her family asunder.

To that end, Kassandra had been working for Diona for a while now, completing this task and that challenge. She'd proved herself to the Priestess several times over, in her own mind... but Diona was a hard woman to please. Still, it seemed she had finally managed to make the Priestess trust her. Just one final test, and then she'd be able to get what she really came to Diona for. Though... part of her is still slightly trepidatious. Perhaps even cautious.

"What exactly will this final challenge entail, Priestess?"

Diona just smiles.

"You will understand, when the time is right. I will send someone for you later tonight. Do not bring your armor or weapons... you will only need yourself for this trial. If you can successfully pass it, you will be one of us, your journey over."

That all just plain reeks of subterfuge. And yet, Kassandra can guess what the test might be. Diona IS a follower of Aphrodite after all. A challenge that does not require her weapons or her armor? This will be a trial of a more carnal nature then the tasks she's been accomplishing for Diona so far. It makes sense... and truthfully Kassandra isn't exactly afraid of the idea of sex. She's done so much to get this far already, why would sex be the deal breaker?

Bowing her head, the Spartan acquiesces.

"As you say, Priestess. I will go and prepare myself."

Diona just smiles and nods as Kassandra departs, the latter's mind whirling with images of what tonight might entail.

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Later that evening, someone comes for her, just as the Priestess of Aphrodite had said they would. And just as she's been told, Kassandra leaves behind her weapons and armor for the evening, dressing in little more than a form-fitting tunic that accentuates the warrior woman's athletic figure, but also her feminine curves.

In the end, she's not led to the Temple, nor any place she knows to be tied to the temple. She's led somewhere hidden instead, a room deep underground, but one well-furnished. There, the guide Diona has sent to bring her along holds out a golden mask.

"You must relieve yourself of your clothing. Strip till you wear nothing, and then don this mask before entering the next room."

Kassandra doesn't let any of her indecision show on her face. She certainly doesn't bite her lower lip or anything as weak as that. Still, there's a part of her that thrums with nervousness, even if this is pretty much exactly what she expected. Half-knowing it was coming was one thing, actually going along with it was another.

But in the end, the Spartan doesn't hesitate for more than a second at most, before giving a simple nod and removing her clothing. To be fair, she has nothing to be ashamed of. Her body is a chiseled work of art, the perfect combination of muscle and femininity. She is a warrior, but she is also a woman... and judging by the way her guide tries to surreptitiously eye her up and down, she has a new admirer as well.

Taking the golden mask from her guide, Kassandra slips it over her head and squares her shoulders before moving into the room beyond with a determined stride. What she finds can only be described as an orgy of flesh and pleasure. All over the room, there are masked men and women, all of them entirely naked.

However, something Kassandra immediately notices is that only she has a golden mask... no, actually that's not quite true. In the center of the chamber, on a raised platform, stands the blackest man she's ever seen, his skin almost like that of night, even darker than charcoal. He stands there, wearing nothing at all... save for a golden bull mask upon his face.

He has, without a doubt, the largest phallus that Kassandra has ever laid eyes upon, and it's not even hard right now, simply hanging soft between his powerful-looking thighs as he stands there, corded arms crossed over his chest, legs a few hand-lengths apart. He and Kassandra are the only two people in the room wearing golden masks, and the moment she enters, his eyes fall upon her. The rest of the room, all of them wearing cheaper black masks, stop what they're doing as well, though it takes a sharp clap from a woman who can only be Diona to bring every part of the moving, undulating orgy to a grinding halt.

Like everyone else, Diona of Kythera is naked and masked. But her blonde hair and the way she moves is a dead giveaway to a trained soldier like Kassandra... but then, there's also the simple fact that when she finally speaks, having stepped out of the throng of people, Kassandra recognizes the Priestess of Aphrodite's voice. Raising her hands and spreading them, Diona gestures to both Kassandra and the dark-skinned man in the bull mask.

"Our second guest of honor has arrived for the evening. Tonight, these two will share their passions, sacrificing their lust and their love as a tribute to the Goddess Aphrodite. This tribute is a reminder that our Goddess recognizes nothing of us but our love, nothing of us but our passion. May these two be joined under the eyes of Aphrodite."

It's as much a 'go on and get up there' as Kassandra is going to get, she quickly realizes. So, in the end, the Spartan, reluctant at first, steels herself nonetheless and steps up onto the platform. In a moment, the powerfully built black man has her by the arm, moving faster than she would have thought possible for someone of his size and stature. Kassandra's first instinct is to resist, and for a moment they stand, deadlocked, staring at each other through the eyeholes of their respective masks.

She gives in at the same moment he applies more of his considerable strength to the pull, and as a result, they crash together, Kassandra slamming into his chest, which feels like it could be made of granite, even as he slams his lips into hers. The golden masks they wear only cover the top halves of their faces, leaving their mouths quite accessible... but then of course, it wouldn't be a tribute to Aphrodite without passionate kissing, would it?

This dry thought of Kassandra's doesn't last for long before it's replaced by mild astonishment at just how good of a kisser the masked man turns out to be. She would have taken him for a brute, the kind to just pin her down and take her violently, without any concern about her own welfare. But while he is certainly a bit rough with her, she gets the impression that its because he recognizes a fellow warrior in her, and thus knows she can take it.

On top of that, his kissing technique is far from subpar like she was expecting. His lips smash against hers in a display of dominance and a demand for submission, but even still, the way he plies her mouth open, his tongue slipping into it to begin wrestling with her own tongue in yet another show of force... is somewhat intoxicating. Kassandra doesn't quite melt, she's got too many hard edges for that sort of reaction, both physically and metaphorically... but she does relax, just a tad, as the two of them makeout up there on the raised dais.

All around them, those watching soon stop watching. That isn't to say there isn't always dozens of pairs of eyes on them, but as they embrace and kiss, the orgy gets back into full swing, those with black masks falling upon each other with lust and love and passion, performing their own tribute to Aphrodite, perhaps. It's an intensely lewd and debauched experience for Kassandra... and they haven't even truly gotten started yet.

After a time, having apparently decided she's been made pliable enough by their kissing, the black man in the golden bull mask draws back from her lips, taking her by the hand and leading her back a few steps, to where a pile of pillows and blankets and other soft bedding awaits them atop the raised platform.

He lays down and brings her with him... only to surprise her when he flips her around, spinning her about and grabbing her by her firm, toned buttocks. He yanks her down onto his face without fanfare, and Kassandra doesn't even get a chance to process what's happening before she finds herself sitting on the lower half of the muscular man's face, his mouth and tongue immediately going to work on her cunt.

This time around, he forces her onto her back, and then even further, onto just her shoulders and her neck. She's more than strong enough to handle it though, even as he drapes her ankles over his own shoulders, crouching down with the tip of his erection angled downwards towards her already-creampied cunt. A moment later and he's buried inside of her, driving downwards from above, piledriving her into the platform.

Kassandra sees stars, this new position proving to be much more pleasurable and intense then even taking it on all fours from behind was. Her lips form into a small o, and the Spartan woman moans wantonly like... like some whore. Or perhaps like the Priestess of Aphrodite that she's pretending to be so interested in becoming.

Regardless, her lover shows her no mercy as he continually drives his length down into her from above without hesitation and without slowing down. He fills her again and again with his cock, causing his own cum to slosh out of her in the process. He slams up against the entrance to her womb, against her already battered cervix... and with how he's driving into her from above, SOMETHING has to give. She's lucky it's not her neck, but instead her cervix that he inevitably breaks down and drives his way through.

His mammoth-sized member enters her womb, and Kassandra loses all control as she experiences a truly mind-blowing orgasm at the end of his cock. Her eyes roll back in her head for a moment, and the tip of her tongue peeks out of the warrior woman's parted lips. She can't help herself. As strong as she is, as much as she knows she has to keep her wits about her... the onslaught of pleasure is finally getting to her, that much is abundantly obvious.

The rest of the pile-driving is somewhat lost on Kassandra of Sparta, as she's fucked into a stupor, used up and made to cum again and again and again around the muscular dark-skinned man's massive cock. He's so big, and in the face of his relentless endurance, she's just so... small. Eventually, after more orgasms than she can count, she passes out altogether, the pleasure too much for her.

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She wakes up pretty quickly after that, but as it turns out, her faltering was enough for them to call a break to the orgy. Honestly, if she had to put a finger on the pulse of the chamber, she'd say a lot of them were somewhat relieved that she'd finally passed out from it all. There's food and drink passed around, and everyone replenishes their reserves. Kassandra partakes as well, needing the hydration for sure, and scarfing down the protein.

Because she can tell... this is only a minor break. They're probably going to go all night long, and she's going to need every ounce of strength she can muster if she wants to keep up. Especially since her lover barely seems winded, though he does eat and drink with the rest of them. In the end, when things finally get back underway with the short rest coming to a close, Kassandra can only yelp when a sudden hand grabs her by her ankle and yanks her towards the man it belongs to, putting her on her back as he drags her legs up in the air.

He doesn't put her back in the piledriver position though, thankfully. Her neck and shoulders are sore enough, even if the rest of her body thrums with satisfaction and contentment from the oh-so-delicious fucking she'd received. She's never felt more womanly than today, but then perhaps that's the point. As a Priestess of Aphrodite, she will likely be expected to extoll her feminine qualities, over the ones that many would deem more masculine. She's a Spartan though, a mercenary, a fighter... just because she's a woman doesn't mean she's going to stop being all of those other things as well.

Regardless, she can do nothing but lay back and let him do as he likes with her in this instance. After everything, Kassandra has learned the futility of resistance... she has to pass this test anyways, and that means doing her best to handle anything and everything this masked man with his big black cock doles out to her.

Still, not even in her wildest dreams is she prepared for what comes next. Lifting her legs up into the air, the man pours wine all over his cock... and then begins to push the wet tip of his member up against her sphincter. Kassandra's eyes go wide at this, her entire body going rigid. She grits her teeth and clutches at the cushions and blankets beneath her, even as she cranes her neck to look down the length of her body and watch him slowly begin pushing forward.

She's acutely aware that even now, Diona's eyes are on her, the masked Priestess of Aphrodite watching her, perhaps for signs of weakness. This time, Kassandra doesn't even so much as look over at the blonde. She doesn't have to... she knows that this is just another thing she will have to endure, if she wishes to progress.

Still, there's no denying that his massive cock in her tight, virgin asshole... is an experience like no other. There's quite a lot of discomfort, at first. Certainly, there's some pain. But he's not an asshole about fucking her asshole, thankfully. He doesn't go too fast; he doesn't grow impatient and just try to shove it in halfway through. That's very good, because if he did, she's not sure her poor ass would have survived it. He would have torn her in twain.

As it is, he works his cock in, inch by inch, taking his time and making sure that she's not in too much pain. But, from the set of his jaw and the determination she can see in his eyes, Kassandra can tell that he's not stopping until he's had his way with this, her last untouched and unclaimed hole. In the end, all she can do is take it, gasping for breath, breasts heaving as her chest rises and falls. She squirms and she grimaces, and she shivers and trembles, but she doesn't let out much in the way of noise. Perhaps one or two whimpers here and there, but mostly, she holds it in.

Meanwhile, he doesn't stop or slow down for even a moment. Nor does he speed up, of course. Not while he's still hollowing out her ass, stretching her back door until it's the perfect shape to sheathe his cock in. He pushes forward inexorably, continuing to force his way into her bowels... and at a certain point, it goes from being uncomfortable and slightly painful... to feeling surprisingly good.

Kassandra has never ever even considered anal an option before. Now she finds herself wondering what she was missing. Looming over her, holding her by the ankles, he begins to slowly slide in and out, now that he's buried most of his shaft in her anus. And as he butt fucks her, all Kassandra can do is groan and then moan. Her moans get louder and louder too, much to her embarrassment. It feels better than she expects, and by a long shot too.

She'd thought that perhaps, at least for a bit, she was done with orgasms. With him moving to her ass, she imagined this next while to be more about his pleasure than her own. Which honestly, Kassandra had been okay with, because more than anything, she welcomed the break from the overwhelming, nearly mind breaking pleasure that he'd been delivering to her. If it was his turn to feel all the pleasure, that was okay with her.

Alas, that seemed like it wasn't going to be the case. It was starting to feel good... really good. And the way he was thrusting in and out of her while staring down into her eyes, the masks covering up their features but not stopping them from locking gazes... Kassandra soon finds herself cumming from his cock in her ass. Truly, this is the most ashamed and humiliated she's felt all night. Exposing her body to these followers of Aphrodite, that was fine. Engaging in oral and then sex in front of all of these people... she'd made her peace with that too.

But experiencing such pleasure from having her asshole hollowed out and fucked by this absolute beast of a man? That was a bit much for the Spartan mercenary. Her cheeks are all the hotter beneath her mask from sheer embarrassment, but even still, once again she finds she can do nothing but endure it... and endure the unexpected pleasure resulting from the anal plundering as well.

He makes her cum several times from fucking her ass before he finally creampies that hole as he'd already twice done to her cunt. But that's not the end of it, by far. They continue on like that for hours on end, the orgy around them reaching crescendo after crescendo in response to their antics. Kassandra at least, manages to keep her wits about her until the very end. When she DOES finally pass out a second time... she takes the big black man in his golden bull mask with her, collapsing atop his chest as his head falls back into the cushions beneath them at the same time.

As her eyes drift shut, the last thing she sees is all of the others disentangling themselves from one another and rising to make their way closer to the raised platform. Diona is speaking, but Kassandra can't quite make out what the Priestess of Aphrodite is saying as consciousness finally leaves her.

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When she wakes up next, it's alone, in a different room, in a bed. Or rather, not entirely alone. There, standing over her, dressed and no longer wearing a mask, is Diona with a smile on her face, the blonde radiating cheerfulness.

"Well done, Kassandra! You passed with flying colors!"

... She's not sure why that fills her with such satisfaction and pleasure, truth be told. After all, this whole thing was just a means to an end... right? She certainly had no desire to actually pledge herself to Aphrodite in the long term. And besides, the night before had been embarrassing in the extreme. Though, deep down inside the Spartan woman can admit to herself... it'd also been quite enjoyable.

Even still, it was done now. Would she ever see that man again? The man who'd taught her more about sex in a few hours then she'd learned her entire life up until that point? Likely not... but she would certainly never ever forget him.

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