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

Wulv made a small, devious smile and pulled the blade away. Vena could breathe a little. With the flat of his sword, Wulv pushed her hands down until they covered her sex. I'm sure you would enjoy such... interesting journeys, sex goddess. She puckered her lips slightly. He got it. He's a man from the sexless west, and he got it. Oh gods. His gaze dropped southward. Vena inhaled - she'd already become moist. If his tongue was as good in her pussy as it was in his mouth, she wasn't sure she could control herself. She moved to touch her pussy, but Wulv didn't allow it. With the tip of his sword, he pushed her hands to either side of her hips. And I'm sure, many would enjoy to accompany you. Vena's jaw dropped a little. No way. Oh my gods. Yes please. Wulv's lips curved into a devious half-smile. He stared at her with passion in his eyes, as if he wanted to take her on a journey right now. She stared back at him with the same fire, daring him to take her. Her lips parted as her nostrils could not adequately supply breath to her lungs. The Emperor, however, had a different plan in mind. Still, I do not need to bind your hands...V-E-N-A. We from the west have better way of carrying delicate spoils such as yourself around. With that, he withdrew a steel horn and blew it. Vena winced at the sound ringing so close to her ears. In seconds, Wulv's two commanders opened the door she'd backed against and pushed past her. She moved to put her back to the wall. Yetskov stood to attention. Sir! We've gotten Gurund. He said, a wo- Wulv cut him off. Forget Gurund. Bring the shackle for her. He gestured to Vena. The two men lost their voices and began to drool as they drank in the full, glorious form of the Sex Goddess herself. Intoxicated, they forgot their orders and lost themselves in their imaginations. Men! Was I not clear? Wulv barked. They snapped out of their reverie and turned to him, heads dipped in shame. Was I not clear? he repeated. The captains nodded and excused themselves with all due haste. Vena stifled a chuckle. The men returned with a huge metal collar on chains. Get it around her neck, and make it quick, Wulv ordered. Vena's head lolled back as they snapped it on. She was the Emperor's bitch now. Wulv grabbed the handle on the collar and threw her to her knees. Now this is more like it. He looked down to her, and she looked up to him. So... she began, sensuality dripping from her voice as she lingered close to his crotch, do I go south or west from here? Vena sniffed - the Emperor hadn't let her go south on him, and it left her feeling a little sour. To be fair, though, if she were him, she wouldn't have let her do it either. Building anticipation was half the fun. She turned her gaze to the city around her. The capital city of Wulfgard, despite all the pragmatism that went into building it or perhaps because of it, proved to be remarkably beautiful. Two-story clay houses and tall barrack-temple spires stretched from the roadside to the horizon. In the distance, the palace stood proudly at the center of the city, its great white pillars and barred windows visible from street level. It seemed, at once, aesthetic and fortress-like, as if the builders couldn't bear the capital of the empire to be little more than a brick box with a throne. Collared slaves outnumbered free citizens three-to-one, and Vena wondered whether the captives ever realized their numerical advantage and sought to use it. She shifted in the saddle, her chains rattling in protest. As they drew nearer to the palace, more people stopped to watch the procession. Vena felt naked under their gazes, stripped bare and shorn like a lamb to the slaughter. She made sure to push out her breasts and give the onlookers a view to remember. Vena looked to Wulv, a grin forming on her face. Now seems like a good time. She arched her back and let out an ambiguous moan. The heat ...faster...mmm faster ...please...