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

Wulv paraded proudly in the capital of his empire, walking atop a beautiful, virile and meticulously decorated war horse with Vena strapped behind him. Behind him marched his entire army and it was hard to tell if either the cheering peasants, the free men and women of the region which the slaves served, or Wulv's marching men were the largest group of people. He had sent messengers informing the whole city of his resounding victory - and what else would he bring his people, but certain victory after a mighty and brilliantly executed campaign. None of his soldiers had wiped their blades clean, ever since they left the west - even though it rusted and dulled the edge of their weapons, it was tradition in the west to celebrate victory with the blood of one's enemies still fresh on the metal. Wulv's blade was, of course, different, still keeping its dangerously sharp edge while covered in the red stains of the fallen. And even Vena's own divine blood garnished it as he held it up in the air. The people of Wulfgard cheered him almost like a god-emperor, throwing their fists in the air. Women desired to bear his children, and cheered together with the men. But Vena was still pretty much bare atop his horse - and many of the men of the west, used to war and only war, started lusting for her soft buttocks and her firm breasts, even blood-stained and laying chained there. Or perhaps, even more so, for that very same reason. Seeing all those strong, capable citizens of his drooling over the goddess of the east and what her body could offer to them did not fit well with Wulv. He understood it - but he had also been face-to-face with sex herself, and his lust had not clouded his actions. They were still the west. They were war. And he bellowed from atop his horse a powerful warcry, snapping the men out of their torpor and bring the focus back to his conquest, back to his triumphant return. When he heard the chains rattle, Wulv immediately looked backwards to check up on Vena. The insidious bitch... she held her bosom out for his men, and tainted their minds with forbidden lusts... lusts that Wulv had felt as well, but that had managed to control. The rest... disappointingly, not so much. He yanked the chain of her just once - just once, to be quite clear of what would her fate be if she kept playing around. A piercing gaze he threw at her eyes, so strong that even lust itself would quickly hide in the back of one's mind. She grinned at him, and he sneered. And he turned back to lead the procession his palace-fortress and the complex therein were already not far away, ballistae proudly gleaming under the sun. It seemed, however, that Vena had not taken to his suggestion. Either that, or she was really toying with him. When she cried her hastened words, they could definitely be interpreted as moans of pleasure. And indeed the men and women around Wulv looked at her, confused about her sudden outburst - the men, and perhaps some few women, returned to their hidden fantasies with increased vigour. Wulv looked back at her and had enough. Maybe he would enjoy getting to know her better... alone with her. But by even daring to display public pleasure, this goddess was defiling the Wulv's march, her destiny as a sacrificial offering and the whole of the west's culture - and that was something his people would not abide by. And Wulv's conquest would be stained. So he threw her out of the horse and onto the rough cobblestone of his palace's walkway, dismounting and walking towards Vena. He grabbed her collar with both hands and lifted her in the air - then kicking her with one of his legs and throwing her across the street, her body dragging on the floor. That was what those in the west needed to see - Vena treated just like another slave, since for them that was what she was now. Wulv's intention was one of not necessarily, or needlessly hurting Vena - but making her submit to his lands, and making that submission very clear indeed. The crowd cheered at the sudden violence of Wulv throwing her around. When Wulv walked again towards Vena, he again grabbed her metal collar with both of his hands. This time, however, he used his mighty strength to lift her from the floor - her legs dangling a few fingers above it. He lifted her like a trophy of his conquest - and as an offering to his people. From our mighty conquests, I bring you this goddess deity! The crowd cheered with his cry. She shall be one of the fairest jewels of our treasures! The crowd cheered again. And she will rid our lands of the pain of sacrifice - for she shall be our worthiest sacrifice, on her glorious eternity! His last words sounded like a thunder, echoing around the buildings surrounding his palace. The crowd gave one last, long cheer, raising their hands in the air. He dropped her down again to the ground, and begun dragging her towards the fortress-palace.