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

At Vena's little quip that seemed to offer Wulv the possibility of going down south with her, he made a small, devious smile, and yanked the blade away from her touch. He still kept it hanging over her, at just an angle that would make her beheading swift and merciless if she thought about doing anything rash to free her from the situation. But she just threw his hands at him, expecting to be cuffed, and surrendered. Just like that... like she wanted to surrender herself to him. all along. Wulv turned his blade around and gently pushed her hands down with its edge, forcing them all the way down to Vena's body. They laid just right over her sex, partially covering it. I'm sure you would enjoy such... interesting journeys, sex goddess. He didn't say it, but in the back of his mind - despite the culture of the west frowning upon sex for mere pleasure - he wanted to indeed go down south with her, and ravage her body with his. Even with her hands covering her genitals, he could still get a faint glimpse at it from under her revealing robes, and it looked absolutely delicious and begging to be fucked and thrusted deep inside. Wulv's manhood seemed to agree, as only his tight armour prevented it from growing even harder. Exhaling a breath of lust, his eyes moved again to face Vena's own, and he straightened his back, standing menacing in front of her. With the tip of his blade he drew each of the goddess's hands to the sides of her hips, discouraging her from playing with herself while Wulv claimed her surrender. And I'm sure, many would enjoy to accompany you. His lips turned into a half-smile once again, and he stared her in confrontation. Or was it in teasing temptation? But he continued. Still, I do not need to bind your hands... V, e, n, a. At the mention of her name, he stressed out every letter of it with the pleasure of someone who was taunting his capture. We from the west have better way of carrying delicate spoils such as yourself around. With his free hand Wulv drew a horn from his armour - one made of the horns of an ox, whose ends were covered in thick, intricate layers of forged steel. Placing it on his lips he called forth some of his men to rally on his position the tone and stops of each breath were shaped differently, so that the message conveyed was clear to his elite squad of men. It took only a moment for Curg and Yetskov to arrive to his position, flustered as if they'd run as hard as they could and they didn't even stop at first to realise the circumstances in which Wulv and Vena were. Sir! We've gotten Gurund. He said, a wo- But Wulv just pointed with her sword at the wall, its tip dancing just over Vena's beating heat. Forget Gurund. Bring the shackle for her. And he nudged his head in Vena's direction. The two men looked at the sex goddess of the east, and both of their mouths opened in sheer amazement. The legends were true all along, and they still didn't properly convey just how... overwhelmingly sensual the whole of her was. It was sex and love impersonated, and the two men were oblivious, just for a couple of moments, of whatever their orders were. They started madly lusting over her body - from Curg's mouth a single bead of saliva fell, and Yetskov was salivating just as much. They wanted her... naked on the floor and taking in their throbbing cocks. But Wulv quickly snapped his men out of Vena's intoxication with an angered roar. Men! Was I not clear? Was I not clear?! He couldn't believe the sudden lack of discipline, and both Curg and Yetskov quickly excused themselves out of the room. They quickly returned with shame and searing lust half-hidden on their faces, with Curg bringing around what seemed a metal collar attached to two thick steel chains on either side. Get it around her neck, and make it quick. Wulv said, his Astral Blade still pointing at the centre of Vena's body. The two men opened the metal collar with a loud metallic clunk - it had a noticeably thick rim, maybe even thicker than a man's wrist, and it seemed to have been cast from rough solid steel. Quickly moving around the two men grabbed each end of the collar and placed it around her neck, closing it shut on Vena. It was definitely heavy, maybe heavy enough to make her legs buckle with the strain. But Wulv grabbed a handle of the metal collar that poked just towards him, and yanked it forwards - his mighty strength would throw Vena's body down and bring her to her delicate knees. With the goddess collared, and the collar firmly in Wulv's hand, he looked down at her with a pleased smile. He had capture the sex goddess of the east, and would be taking her back to the west.