Thread: His Redemption (TheCorsair and Xana)

Baath-Me'el threw his head back, roaring in triumph as Aurianna's body convulsed around his shaft and her body arched with the force of her orgasm. His thrusts became relentless, bruising in their force as he ravaged her body, and then he roared once more as his cock pulsed and the first burning jet of his semen coated the slick walls of her sex. Fingers dug cruelly into her hips as he filled her with his seed, and the court cheered and applauded as the opalescent liquid spilled from her sex and dripped down her thighs and ass. Without warning he pulled out, letting the last spurts of his orgasm splatter over her stomach. Where his seed met her skin it raised welts, branding her body with the signs of his lust. Dismissively he rose, cleaning himself with the scarlet cloak she'd worn until Matthiau had stripped it from her. Whore, he mocked. You were just raped, before my whole court, and you loved it . He threw the stained cloak across her body, offering her a grotesque parody of modesty. But I should expect no more from a slave of the War-Whore. Laughing, he scooped up his own robe and pulled it on. My court! he called. Am I not a generous Lord? Screams of assent met his qauestion, and he laughed even louder. Then I offer a gift. This Paladin! Use her as you wish, for my amusement! I require only that she survive, and that any wounds inflicted may be healed. Matthiau watched through narrowed eyes as Baath-Me'el returned to his throne, grateful for the helmet that hid his face from view. His Lord would know his thoughts if he cared to scrutinize him, of course. But it was rare for the Lord to bother. Matthiau was his slave, after all. And what were the fallen Paladin's thoughts? Boredom and disgust, mostly. He understood the purpose of this ritual, of course - to break her will, to show her she was powerless before the demons and their terrible Lord. But it didn't make it easier to watch. Particularly when the focus was someone he'd once cared about, back when such tender emotions still dwelt in him. There was pity as well. It would have been kinder if he'd just killed her. The court fell to squabbling at Baath-Me'el's words, but a low rumble cut through the sound. A hulking shape stalked forward, sparks flying as iron-shod hooves struck the stone floor. I, Ahmoet, Viceroy of the Third Legion, claim her! he bellowed, glaring around. Who among you disputes this? A slim figure stepped forward. It was female in form, albeit with her feminine attributes exaggerated, but the horns and leathery wings and barbed tail displayed her inhuman nature. She ran a hand over the furred chest of Ahmoet, playfully undoing his belt as she did. I do not dispute your claim, mighty Viceroy. I merely remind you that I am Otirael, Minister of Intelligence, and that my status equals yours. And what of it? Ahmoet rumbled, nostrils flaring as her fingers played over his erect cock - a swollen, monstrous thing thick as a normal man's wrist. Why, I merely wish to... share her. Otirael began to lightly masturbate him, and gave him a smile laced with lust and the sweetness of rotting meat. We share... other duties, as well. So be it, Ahmoet declared, tearing his breeches away. He strode across the room, roughly kicking Aurianna onto her belly. Lifting her by the waist, he drove his cock deep into her cum-slicked cunt and gave voice to a rumbling growl of pleasure as he felt her stretch around him. Mercilessly, he began fucking. Otirael twisted her fingers into the Paladin's hair, lifting her head up and forcing her to support herself with her forearms. Listen well, slut, she hissed, watching for a moment as Ahmoet's meat plowed into her. You will lick my snatch, and you will do it in time with the Viceroy's cock, and you will bring me to orgasm. One of her tattoos came to life, crawling up her nude form and down her arm, becoming a snake in her hand. She lashed it across Aurianna's back, raising a bloody welt that was shockingly red against her pale skin. If you slacken, or if I do not cum as Ahmoet fills your whore's cunt with his seed, you will suffer . Reclining, supporting herself with her wings, she pressed Aurianna's face into her crotch. Fuck me, whore.