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

Peeking at Vena's perfect, yet already carved and broken face, Wulv could see just how she seemed to really... be enjoying it. Her smooth, soft body full of lustful curves arched against the hard surface of the altar with every intrusion of the blade, and tearing through the most divine and voluptuous of figures seemed to drive her, Vena, to pleasures of unspeakable heights. So when she came back from her moment of unconsciousness, eager for more, Wulv couldn't help but to show a half-smile. Maybe he really could enjoy himself as he carved her flesh on this heathen sacrifice and released her hot, steaming insides from beneath the fairest of skin as she seemed to enjoy it all the more. And seeing the bright-red flesh poking out of the deep cuts in her face and torso... it was as if her body wished for even more release and desecration. With the blade steady in his grasp, Wulv placed his other hand just on Vena's soft, warm neck. It so seemed to beg to be kissed and licked by one of her lovers - but he pressed down on it, starting to choke her with the pressure. He looked at her, knowing that either she didn't feel any pain, or that it all converted itself to pleasure - and he pressed down on her throat as hard as he could, wanting her to feel it being crushed under his grasp. As he kept her delicate head firmly pinned down to the crude stone, the blade of the knife travelled all the way down to between her legs, which looked absolutely inviting even tied to the altar controlling her writhing body, Wulv aimed the knife with her hot, wet intimates. And all it took was a thrust, his hand crumpling her throat - the blade was now deeply buried inside her tunnel, a trickle of blood wetting Wulv's hand. Cutting Vena up made Wulv feel things he hadn't felt before - but she was enjoying it, and so was he, feeling her torn flesh brushing against his fingers. He jammed it even further, felling the delicious entrance to her body pressing on his hand. He twisted it, and pushed it to one of Vena's sides - the edge buried into her flesh, and severed her most prized walls of pleasure. All of her flesh and bone on her lower torso kept the blade from advancing smoothly - and so Wulv had to begin sawing with the serrated edge as it tore and ripped through her fertile womb, circling all around one of her hips. He did just the same with the other luxurious hip of hers, wide enough to keep a man in his fantasies - and Wulv stabbed her again on her most intimate of zones, destroying her tunnel further with a steady stream of blood pouring out of it. Now, he really was relishing in giving her so much pleasure, in the most depraved of ways - tearing up her body, in front of an entire audience if only they didn't have to pretend to be a painful sacrifice... Wulv's hand eagerly thrusted itself deep into her moist, wet sex, sawing in the direction of her other hip and leaving her beautiful, alluring nethers still perfectly capable of feeling pleasure, and yet utterly ruined. There were now two deep cuts from her sex that rose upwards and contoured her hips, like the straps of a revealing erotic garment, bring attention to her raw lust - bright, slick red peeking from the wounds and flesh. The cuts around her legs made even more blood flow across the cold, stony altar, and it almost severed her legs from her hips. But that would not be now... Because Wulv left the blade right there inside Vena, with a final lustful trust of it inside her warm, inviting sex. Moving a blood-stained hand over her breasts, Wulv grabbed one half of hers - even severed in half, they were so full and firm that his hand could barely encompass them completely. With the ruined nipple poking through his fingers, he drew that piece of her mounds towards her chest, the rich fat and blood inside it somewhat making it feel even more real, and alluring. The other hand moved towards the remaining of the breast, and his fingers caressed its round fullness, its still-beautiful shape - and he dug the tips of his fingers inside its very flesh. With enough force that could throw a horse on its side, he pulled upwards at her luscious bosom - the skin, fat and meat of hers straining under his pull until their fibres started snapping from the force, relinquishing their grasp on her breast until it finally got torn from Vena's chest. Wulv held it in the air with a barbaric grunt, and then placed it on the altar, still steaming from the warmth of her body. Her other breast would suffer the same fate - Wulv dug into it with his fingers, and ripped it off of her just the same, leaving a patch of raw flesh where they'd been.