Thread: The Goddess's Demise (BlueSix x Vuxayl)

Trusting his well-trained army, and specially the small group of his most talented men, Wulv had not checked they were all with him when he barged into the room. But then the men outside seemed to have gone into disarray and then a messenger told him that one of them had been found naked. Wulv yelled with rage at two of his other men, telling them to bring him right there to him. Go fetch that man right now and bring it by the damn knees! I hope for his own sake he didn't think of leaving the formation to tend to a passing woman, or I'll lay him next to this goddess, and I shall decide who gets their head loped off first. Wulv pointed them at the door, and grabbed the remaining soldier with his gauntlet. You're going to stay here, Gurund, and watch over my back. We're too thin-numbered for now go there and make sure the perimeter is safe. He gave a commanding and reassuring slap on his shoulder, pointing at somewhere in the room and then he turned around to better inspect the room. And that's when Gurund, or the soldier he though was Gurund, betrayed him, rushing back and closing the door behind Wulv. What the... He turned around as fast as he could and saw the soldier locking the wooden doors closed, and rushed at him before he could do anything else. You! What do you think you're doing? He threw the soldier against a wall, the blade of his sword pressing against the skin of his neck. Give me a good reason for this, Gurund, or there's going to be hell to pay. For you to pay. And that's when he took his helmet off. Or more accurately, she. Wulv kept his sword firmly against her neck - but he backed away, allowing her to strip the stolen armour. A mortal man, or one that had been one, could not be less prepared to be face to face with what was no doubt, the goddess he was looking for. There was no mistake about it one look at her perfect figure and any man would give her a divine status. Every single curve of hers seemed carefully sculpted to bring our the most crazed lust out of a man and Wulv felt himself tightening and lusting hazily for her body just by looking at her. His blood-soaked, hard steel sword contrasted heavily against her glowing figure he was pressing it so hard on her neck that it had nicked her skin, making shy streams of blood trickle down her curves. As the blood drops fell against her bosom, Wulv noted how full and perk their breasts were, and her delicious nipples begged to be sucked. Not even the fairest sacrifices of the west could even compare. And her lips? They seemed to also beg him, to wrap themselves on him - either around his mouth, or a more intimate zone... her smile seemed confident in her ability to cause such fantasises. And when her eyes looked at his own - his manhood swelled considerably against his armour, and he struggled with the thought of taking her body right here and now. It took the better part of his discipline to calm down the flaming lust that the goddess seemed amused in fanning. And when she said that instead of the region, he could ravage her instead? Maybe Wulv had gotten her wrong, but it was not what he expected. And still... the woman depicted in the painting was just like her, even though it was a mere fraction of her splendour. Maybe... this goddess shared his lingering desires? And that made Wulv smile at her, just like the smile she gave him. He had some leverage, after all. Not so fast, elusive goddess. Or you think you're a queen amidst peons? My sword, is no ordinary sword. Bathed and sheathed in the blood of a thousand sacrifices, it could even kill a goddess such as yourself. Believe me - I've seen it. So, you can choose - you surrender yourself to us, or you will suffer painfully. Because it will maim you, and kill you. He pressed his sword ever harder on her neck - the very edge of its blade was already inside her flesh, and her robes were starting to get covered in bloodstains. Maybe both... if you prefer. But you will come with me to the west.