Thread: To Defile a Goddess {darkest_fate & Google}

The thought that Athena would fight him, in fact the near certainty that she would try to fight him only served to excite Azgor even further, he had wanted a good fight from her and while she might have surrendered to him that didn't mean that she would go entirely peacefully. Hell he had let her carry her sword so that he could see if she would try to be clever and cut off the head of his horde before in the hopes that they would disperse but instead it seemed that she was willing to honor her peoples agreement with him for the time being... and Azgor was still quite satisfied by that. He knew she would follow him in there, with him around she was safe but should she try and linger out there then who knows what might happen to her. It was easy for the assembled creatures to fear Azgor enough to stay back when they could see him but some were undoubtedly dimmer beings who would try and snatch her up and take her right there. Oh sure she could fight and maybe kill a few but there were enough there that she wouldn't be able to fight forever and sooner or later would succumb to the press of excited and angered bodies. So she would follow him into her tent, no doubt it was something that she would be considering the safer choice but the thought only made Azgor grin as he stepped through the flaps of his tent, the comforts of his home on the field surrounding him right away. The inside was not as dimly lit as someone might expect, some goblin must have slipped in to light the fire when they saw their lord was up and about, a caged fire in the center of the tent was roaring to provide light but it heated the place up enough to make it stifling for some... but for Azgor it only reminded him of the jungles where he had been born. The tent itself was a massive affair, carefully crafted from the largest trees with treated animal hide stretched over the beams in order to provide protection from the elements outside. Rather then bare dirt beneath his feet was a collection of rugs stolen from lush palaces and animal hides. Around the interior were an eclectic collection, along one side there was a massive and unorganized collection of different treasures that he had taken for himself or been given as tribute, bars of gold, treated ivory, countless jewels... a kings ransom kept around because he just wanted to show off his wealth. Not far from that pile was a series of intricately and beautifully crafted racks that were used to store the impressive amount of weapons that he kept for himself, from swords to spears he was ready for almost any fight he could face with any weapon he might crave. Opposite the treasure pile a section of the tents hide had been carefully treated to turn it a perfect white and then painted with a variety of erotic scenes featuring Azgor and members of his harem, a gift from one of the women in the harem in order to please her lord. And then on the back side there was the massive affair of his bed. A truly gigantic feather stuffed mattress had been gifted to him by a king who had wanted to keep his daughter safe and upon that bed was an equally large blanket, the finest of elven silks... the blanket another gift from a member of his harem to celebrate the anniversary of the day she had been taken and her life given new purpose. I'll break her spirit soon enough. He growled to his whore, not wanting to be told what he already knew he must do, taking a seat on the edge of his bed and looking towards Athena as she stumbled in. Now why don't you remove your armor and robes lovely Goddess, I keep my tent rather warm and you might be uncomfortable. Fake concern, the lust obvious as he learned forward, a smirk twisting his lips.