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

Even tired as he was after the sacrifice, Wulv couldn't help but feel pleased with what had happened. He could still remember it all quite vividly... the sight of Vena's body being torn up by him, rending it piece by piece, flesh by flesh, and her crazed, delighted writhing on the altar. Only the protocol of the sacrifice kept him from going further with her, making her moan eagerly as her divine body got severed apart - like her, he had also enjoyed every second of it, and his manhood had swelled considerably under his armour, hard and eager. And not only from Vena's nude, enticing form - but from their dark indulgences as well. It would seem that the goddess of sex could make even him lust for her company... if perhaps in a slightly different way. Still, before going to his quarters, Wulv had quickly entered a bathroom to clean his hands from Vena's sacrifice - and he thoroughly washed them, removing any remaining stains. Though, there was something odd about them - there was not a hint of the sharp, metallic scent of blood that should be wafting from them, but rather... something more pleasurable, and alluring. Like pure freshness... with a hint of full, embodied sweetness. Must be almost intoxicating Wulv thought to himself, if even just by smell alone these qualities were obvious. Most divine spirits were not bound by mortal limitations... and it seemed to be the case with Vena. Just when he had left such bathroom, Wulv felt a chill - like he had passed through a still mass of cold air. Odd, but not entirely unexpected - his palace-fortress had so many doors, and rooms, that cold breezes flowing across the marbled or ironclad floors were something he had gotten somewhat used to. And still... it raised the hairs on the back of his neck, making him feel just slightly chilled and taken by surprise. Looking around, he saw nothing unusual - no wafting doors, no distant steps - and turning around slowly, he then continued walking to his room, not giving it much thought. As he was walking, he kept thinking about Vena - impaled on the sacrificial spear, Wulv wished he could just go back and take her out of it, and bring her to his room. Feeling this stricken for her left Wulv a bit uncomfortable, he the emperor of the west with a hint of infatuation for Vena. Not only did he wish to get to know her better... but also to ravage her body with his own in depraved, passionate lust. She seemed perfect in almost every way. He would make sure to get her once the night was full... though, he did not know how she'd manage to remain living. When he arrived to his luxurious quarters, both with the lavishness of a palace master bedroom and the fierce practicality of a war room, Wulv heard some faint noises coming from his bed... a sturdy, elaborate piece of red wood, fashioned in a canopy bed. Beneath the blankets, there seemed to be some squirming - and Wulv immediately drew his sword out, aiming it at the mattress. Who's there?! he snarled, the tip of the blade inches away from the sheets... but then he looked further down, and saw the pair of feet sticking out. He'd seen those before - pretty, delicate feet, only of Vena herself. And the noises - they were giggles. Hmm... With the sword tip he yanked the covers of the bed away, and to his surprise, there she was - the goddess, her body immaculate as it had been before, and just as lustfully inviting. All of her curves would make any other man salivate with desire. Vena... Wulv took out the heaviest part of his armour, the chest plate - and placed it next to the bed, laying on the exposed mattress with only the padding underneath. ... if I didn't know better, I'd say you were a trickster goddess... he said, a faint but revealing smile on his face.