The Goddess's Demise (BlueSix x Vuxayl)

[BlueSix]

Her first time was back when she was a new goddess. She'd romanced the son of a noble violently opposed to her and her worshippers. The noble sent his army to kill her. Untrained in the art of war, she could not escape, and they smote her.

And she came.

She came when their spears impaled her.
She came when they severed her limbs.
She came when they beheaded her.
She came when they mouth-fucked her disembodied head.
She came again, and again, and again.

Reeling from shock and humiliated by the attack, she promptly respawned, disintegrated their balls, and sent them packing. In the years after, she came to regret her error, for word of her ball-busting retaliation spread like wildfire throughout the world. Men came to fear her, especially bringing a blade upon her flesh, despite her reassurances that their fears were groundless. Unable to replicate the experience of her first time, she contented herself bring to sexual pleasure and healing to the people of the east. People loved her for listening to their prayers and answering them often, but it was bodily pleasures, not worship, that occupied her thoughts.

The next time she found someone even remotely capable of pleasing her was a criminal sentenced to die the following morning. He fled to the foot of her temple and demanded to lay with her before the execution. People marveled at his audacity, but to everyone's surprise, she consented. Though he could not last long inside her, the two spent the night in oral pleasures and dirty conversation. When morning broke, she pleaded with him to bring a blade to her flesh, but he would not, fearing she was toying with him. He only realized her request was genuine when they carried him away.

Since then, the only other time she got laid was with a young husband who was impotent and yearned to bear children. One thrust into her, and he was fully healed. The experience bored her to death. The goddess soon fell into depression as she realized there was not a single man alive with the balls and stamina to truly please her, nor anyone with the strength of will to be worthy of her.

One day, during one of her disguised walks through the city to hear and answer prayers, she overheard hushed voices whispering disbelief at certain atrocities committed in a land far to the west. Her ears perked up. A young warlord, recently gifted with agelessness, rose to power and began sacrificing young women on his altar. The goddess's heart began to beat a little faster. She sent out her spies to investigate the warlord and bring back any information they could find on him.

They came back with bags of portraits, biographies, records, and figurines of the man. He was popular, apparently. The goddess took the memorabilia into her inner chamber, where she studied him like a girl with a new crush and spent her evenings fantasizing about him. The cleaning maidens started having to do laundry more often.

It wasn't long before the warlord came rampaging through her territory, slaughtering her armies, and besieging the holy city where she dwelt. Rumor had it he was coming specifically for her. The goddess's people were prepared to die for her, but little did they know that the goddess had no intention of defending herself.

 

[Vuxayl]

To ensure that the gods of the west took mercy on their people, and allowed their lives to remain unharmed, the old men which their civilisation depended on would divine their gods' desires. And the gods, they said, demanded constant sacrifice, for only with bloodshed they would remain satisfied. But not any bloodshed, because if that would be the case the gods would be always be satisfied with the west's warring states. No; only the most beautiful, fertile women could be offered to the gods; only then would all of their lives be spared, and their existence allowed to continue. There seemed no way out of this predicament; and every week, the ritualised sacrifices took place in the sacred city of the west. And in the west, Wulv was considered one of their best war commanders; it was him that lead the armies against the rebellion and insurgence of their multiple states. From his captures came many of the women that were sacrificed to appease the gods; for this reason and many others, he had been gifted with the inability to grow old, and die at the hands of time.

Right the week before, Wulv had to witness another of their brutal sacrifices; the old men took the finest young woman of his war spoils, knowing she would be the chosen one for the ritual. As much as it infuriated and pained Wulv to have such women taken way and submitted to terrible suffering at the hands of the ritual caretakers, part of him had again been... eager to see what would happen to her that sacrifice. Even though though he hadn't, and never wished to cause the pain that made the offerings wail and yell in desperation, as the bladed instruments hacked away at their ravaged bodies... he secretly wished that, somehow, he would have the opportunity to do that very same thing to one of them. And that instead of suffering, she would relish in depraved pleasure at the wicked tortures performed on the altar... all of them, making her moan in ravaging lust and violence.

But when he first heard of the fair goddess in the east, he just sneered at the messenger, staying in his war tent and letting the beer drown his concerns for the night. "Why should I care about this... goddess, you say, in such far-away lands? Our problems are our own, and I have no time or patience to consider such trivia of foreign territory." He hastily told him to leave, but he still kept the rest of the message; maybe he would grant a mere glance at its contents. And not having anything else to do until the morning came, he did just that; wondering what had been the purpose of it.

A simple intelligence report it was, informing him of the goddess's healing and sexual powers. It drew a chuckle out of Wulv's mouth; there he was, surrounded by wooden shields and sharp steel swords, reading a note about a goddess of sex. If they had delivered her to his tent... now that would have been a more enticing proposition that getting a simple report. Still, he noted her more... useful powers; how she seemed to be able to heal the sick and the wounded, how she seemed somehow blessed with immortality and eternal existence. Wulv simply threw the message to one side; while surely useful, they could not use her powers, and they had better things to do in their own lands.

"I suppose...", Wulv thought out loud, "... that we could sacrifice her instead. At least, it wouldn't be another fair maiden of our lands." And then he realised, she would be unable to die after the sacrifice had been completed; and that she would return. And she could be sacrificed again, and again, and again... needing not to sacrifice anyone else but her, repeatedly and for all eternity, as the ultimate offering to the gods. The realisation of her ability to serve as their offering came to him as a shock, and he grabbed the thrown message in haste, reading it once more. It was the opportunity he'd been waiting for; this goddess, this woman, would be their righteous sacrifice.

Wulv convoked all of his war generals in that very night; they would stop the constant in-fightings in their own territories, and they'd march as a single, huge army heading towards the east. When asked why, he told them about the goddess; telling them only that it was imperative that she was in their control. The war generals looked at each other with nervous stares. "Sir, some of us have heard rumours about this goddess; her power is greater than a man can imagine, and that she has destroyed armies single-handedly in the past..." Wulv placed both of his hands on the strategic map inside his tent; he knew to be careful when attacking an unknown enemy, but this was an all-out attack. "She may be able to destroy one army single-handedly... but what about a dozen? A hundred armies marching into her temple? We shall march on their fields, and they shall not be visible under the blackened steel of a million marching men... this goddess may be powerful, but even gods have their limits."

"Our campaign will be swift, and precise. We will get her, and return to our homelands, carrying her as our treasure. She will bring us the peace that we sorely need." And, Wulv thought to himself, maybe release from his own dark desires. "Or do you not want peace in our lands? Do you wish for our men to remain fighting against each other, and our women's blood to be violently taken from them in cruel sacrifices?! Is that what you all want, or will you instead consider defending the interest of our land?" He was a charismatic, eloquent leader, known for his successful campaigns and his strategic decisions. His opinion weighted heavily on military matters, and the war generals acquiesced. In the morning, they would head out.

The campaign was swift and brutal; Wulv's combined armies drew a line west to east like a surgical scalpel, leaving behind them the lives and homes of those that did not rebel against their marches, and the ruined bodies and burning fields of those that did. The armies of the east and the goddess's personal army were no match for the fury of the west. Centuries of in-fighting and civil wars had made the people of the west second to none when it came to battle, and bloodshed ran through their blood for several generations. Instead of fighting on horseback, Wulv preferred to battle in the middle of his own troops, spearheading the slaughter of any military that dared stand their ground against them.

Soon, they were at the goddess's own city. Leaving most of his army besieging it, Wulv and a company of his bravest men walked in, carrying a huge bronze ram on their shoulders. With most resistance already dead, and trained as they were, they had little difficulty in reaching the inner cloisters, where the goddess's temple resided. Two massive white marble doors prevent them from entering in, and Wulv ordered his men to aim the battering ram at the blockade. Pounding at the doors with the ram's head, they eventually crumbled to white rubble before the feet of Wulv and his company, and they walked inside the goddess's temple triumphantly.

 

[BlueSix]

Wulv and his men barged through the temple gates. The soldiers fanned out to sweep the area while their leader advanced on the inner sanctum. The temple was clean, sparkling from roof to floor with pristine marble. The span of the main worship hall was little more than 20 paces across; sizeable, but not absurdly so. Great pillars depicting the goddess's history lined up on both sides to hold up the roof, though for all the art on them, they seemed better suited to holding up her spotted reputation. An exquisite altar of carved stone sat in the center. Its only truly notable feature was a parchment sign that said:

PLEASE BURN PERFUMES
SEPARATELY FROM THE FOOD
Love,
~Vena~

So this goddess could eat. Whether she needed to remained to be seen. Priests often burned incense and perfumes upon their altars, and this "Vena" had an opinion on the matter.

On the opposite end of the worship hall was the double door leading to the inner sanctum. Flanking the door on either side sat two statues of the goddess, each one with a drawer in it. The left one held cooking utinsels and various spices, presumably for sacrificial uses, and the right one held exotic sex toys and fertility potions. The sanctum door itself was a mastercraft of gold scultping, with intricate runes and designs that required a magnifying lens to appreciate. Translated, the runes were the ritual chants performed during annual fertility ceremonies.

The soldiers, having no patience for such things, broke the locking mechanism and forced the door open. What they found shocked them to their core. While the outer hall was a temple to the fertility goddess Vena, the goddess's own inner sanctum was a veritable temple to Emperor Wulv. The room was decorated from top to bottom with memoribilia in his honor. There were biographies and history books describing him and his many exploits, all meticulously translated; fictional erotica written by the Emperor's many (probably male) admirers wordwide with him ravishing many unlucky ladies; figurines and neck charms depicting His Majesty in various states of undress; and a large, nude, accurately sculpted statue of Wulv in one corner. On the wall hung a picture, a fan modification of the popular work painted by the famous warrior-artist Generous Makarov. The original work depicted Wulv holding up the disembodied head of the pagan deity Tharion, the northern Multhi tribe's god of war, over said god's dismembered body. This fan piece instead depicted Wulv holding up one of Vena's breasts, with the goddess herself looking on with an expression of admiration and in a similar state of dismemberment.

Captain Curg, one of Wulv's more useful commanders, looked at the Emperor and raised his brow. "I confess I was not expecting this, Your Majesty. What do you make of it?"

 

[Vuxayl]

In a frenzied hurry to get to the goddess, Wulv and his men only stopped when the gilded doors had been breached. He had not stopped to admire the statues of this fertility goddess, even though he noted her shapely figure in all of them. And he had indeed passed by the parchment on the refined stone altar, quickly skimming it over. It was quite probably a note left by one of the temple's caretakers, and he had no time to dedicate to such frivolities. Still, he noted her name, "Vena", and carried on. Only the exotic sex toys that the goddess's statue held inside it caught his attention for more than mere seconds, and not only because they were an erotic sight - but also because he wasn't even aware of the devious ways many of them worked.

But pretty much nothing could have prepared Wulv for the spectacle that laid before him, when the doors finally opened. It seemed like there was an entire shrine, an entire temple dedicated to his figure, decorated with all sorts of tributes to his person, and his many conquests. And noting by the erotic literature and the many, many depictions of him in various stages of nudeness, it had a significant erotic component to it. Almost like something built out of infatuation for him. When he arrived to the grand portrait of him holding the breast of a woman in a strange state of admiration, he couldn't help but to feel a tinge of excitement himself. Whatever or whoever had ordered for this section to be built, seemed particularly interested in some of his more violent aspects, noting the mixture of erotism and bloodshed in the picture. And a fleeting thought passed through his mind that perhaps this goddess had the same dark craving as himself. He noted how the other breast was still attached to the depictions of her body - how would she react when he ripped it from her as well? It was an enticing though...

The whole thing, however, felt too strange for him. He had been enough years on cruel, unforgiving campaigns to know that something too good to be true usually appeared as a trap. All these lustful items seemed to invite to something else than him ending his campaign with a sound victory; and maybe the goddess herself had read his mind and tried to tempt him accordingly. So when Captain Curg voiced his concerns at him, he responded back in a commanding whisper. "This goddess is cunning... she has most surely laid a trap for us. Men! Ready your crossbows and your spears. Danger can come from anywhere - you will answer it back. We are only going to leave this place when we have this goddess in our grasp."

The place, however, seemed completely empty. No temple caretakers, not even remains of the goddess's own personal army. It felt terribly close to an ambush for Wulv, and he ordered his men to stick close together as they travelled around his many statues and figures. Their footsteps echoed around the large marble building, slightly muffled from the amount of clutter inside the inner sanctum; enemies could come at the from every hidden crevice in these items. But, to Wulv's surprise, not much happened. Not even a breeze grazed on them as they walked around the temple, and it wasn't long until they located the goddess's quarters. According to his reports, this is were she should be. With a powerful kick, Wulv knocked down the delicate wooden doors that lead inside, and he walked in followed by his men. "Goddess! We from the west have come to take you! Submit or the whole of this region will fall under ravaging steel and fire!"

 

[BlueSix]

"This goddess is cunning...she has most surely laid a trap for us," Wulv replied to Curg, the wheels of his mind turning as he considered the tactical situation. "Men! Ready your crossbows and your spears. Danger can come from anywhere - you will answer it back. We are going to leave this place when we have this goddess in our grasp!"
The soldiers murmured assent and armed their weapons. Curg placed his hand on his sword.
Wulv warned them to stick close together. Curg drew to the Emperor's right flank, while Yetskov took to the Emperor's left. Their footfalls reverberated on the marble floors. Their bated breaths echoed through the halls. The statues of the goddess looked down upon them, mocking them with seductive smiles and bared legs. The inner sanctum from ealier seemed the most likely place to find the goddess, for it was securely locked and contained her bed, but the woman herself could not be found therein. They located another room not yet explored, and Wulv kicked it open and marched inside. Curiously, the door was not closed, so it gave way easily. Everyone's hopes rose.

"Goddess!" Wulv bellowed, "We from the west have come to take you! Submit or the whole of this region will fall under ravaging steel and fire!"

Just then, there was a cry from soldiers outside. One of their number had been found stripped naked. Curk and Yetskov left to investigate while one soldier remained behind to guard the Emperor. No sooner had they left than the soldier shut the door and locked it, now alone with Wulv. The soldier removed the helmet to reveal the most beautiful woman Wulv had ever laid eyes on.

Her plush lips curled into a wry half-smile as she began peeling off the armor. "No need to ravage the whole region with steel and fire when you can ravage their goddess with it," she cooed. The leather and steel pieces dropped to the floor, leaving behind a lithe figure whose shapely curves and pristine skin gleamed under the sunlight streaming through the window. The scraps that served for clothing served only to direct the male gaze to her ample bosom, the round of her ass, and the secrets between her legs, only covering just enough to spark wild imaginations. The woman backed to the door and brought an arm under her breasts to subtly lift them. With the other hand she pulled her divine hair to one side and over her shoulder.

The statues did not do the goddess justice.

With her back to the door and stripped of all armor, she was the very picture of helplessness. "My name is Vena, and I am the goddess you seek," she breathed.
Gods above, he's beautiful! she thought to herself. Vena's eyes roamed over his body, undressing him in her mind and ravishing him in her imagination. When her gaze met Wulv's, she lingered there as long as she dared, drinking in his masculine spirit until she couldn't help but shamelessly drop one hand to graze her tightening pussy. But well she knew the saying: good things come to those who wait. She would ravish this strapping warlord when they were both breathing down each other's necks and clawing at their clothes for satisfaction, and no sooner.

Vena tilted her hips and twirled a few tresses on a finger.

"Will you make this goddess submit?" she murmured to him.

 

[Vuxayl]

Trusting his well-trained army, and specially the small group of his most talented men, Wulv had not checked they were all with him when he barged into the room. But then the men outside seemed to have gone into disarray; and then a messenger told him that one of them had been found naked. Wulv yelled with rage at two of his other men, telling them to bring him right there to him. "Go fetch that man right now and bring it by the damn knees! I hope for his own sake he didn't think of leaving the formation to tend to a passing woman, or I'll lay him next to this goddess, and I shall decide who gets their head loped off first." Wulv pointed them at the door, and grabbed the remaining soldier with his gauntlet. "You're going to stay here, Gurund, and watch over my back. We're too thin-numbered for now; go there and make sure the perimeter is safe." He gave a commanding and reassuring slap on his shoulder, pointing at somewhere in the room; and then he turned around to better inspect the room.

And that's when Gurund, or the soldier he though was Gurund, betrayed him, rushing back and closing the door behind Wulv. "What the..." He turned around as fast as he could and saw the soldier locking the wooden doors closed, and rushed at him before he could do anything else. "You! What do you think you're doing?" He threw the soldier against a wall, the blade of his sword pressing against the skin of his neck. "Give me a good reason for this, Gurund, or there's going to be hell to pay. For you to pay." And that's when he took his helmet off. Or more accurately, she. Wulv kept his sword firmly against her neck - but he backed away, allowing her to strip the stolen armour.

A mortal man, or one that had been one, could not be less prepared to be face to face with what was no doubt, the goddess he was looking for. There was no mistake about it; one look at her perfect figure and any man would give her a divine status. Every single curve of hers seemed carefully sculpted to bring our the most crazed lust out of a man; and Wulv felt himself tightening and lusting hazily for her body just by looking at her. His blood-soaked, hard steel sword contrasted heavily against her glowing figure; he was pressing it so hard on her neck that it had nicked her skin, making shy streams of blood trickle down her curves. As the blood drops fell against her bosom, Wulv noted how full and perk their breasts were, and her delicious nipples begged to be sucked. Not even the fairest sacrifices of the west could even compare. And her lips? They seemed to also beg him, to wrap themselves on him - either around his mouth, or a more intimate zone... her smile seemed confident in her ability to cause such fantasises. And when her eyes looked at his own - his manhood swelled considerably against his armour, and he struggled with the thought of taking her body right here and now.

It took the better part of his discipline to calm down the flaming lust that the goddess seemed amused in fanning. And when she said that instead of the region, he could ravage her instead? Maybe Wulv had gotten her wrong, but it was not what he expected. And still... the woman depicted in the painting was just like her, even though it was a mere fraction of her splendour. Maybe... this goddess shared his lingering desires? And that made Wulv smile at her, just like the smile she gave him. He had some leverage, after all. "Not so fast, elusive goddess. Or you think you're a queen amidst peons? My sword, is no ordinary sword. Bathed and sheathed in the blood of a thousand sacrifices, it could even kill a goddess such as yourself. Believe me - I've seen it. So, you can choose - you surrender yourself to us, or you will suffer painfully. Because it will maim you, and kill you." He pressed his sword ever harder on her neck - the very edge of its blade was already inside her flesh, and her robes were starting to get covered in bloodstains. "Maybe both... if you prefer. But you will come with me to the west."

 

[BlueSix]

Wulv countered her suggestion of rebellion with a smirk and a threat. "Not so fast, elusive goddess. Or you think you're a queen amidst peons? My sword is no ordinary sword. Bathed and sheathed in the blood of a thousand sacrifices, it could even kill a goddess such as yourself. Believe me, I've seen it. So, you can choose: you surrender yourself to us, or you will suffer painfully. Because it will maim you, and kill you. Maybe both, if you prefer."

A bead of sweat dripped down Vena's forehead.

She'd heard of weapons like his. They were called Astral Blades, forged from divine meteorite and designed to subjugate any deity to whom they dealt a mortal blow. Normally, mortal blows were ineffective against deities, not because they didn't kill their targets (because they did), but because deities were immortal and could always take form again. When an Astral Blade killed a deity, however, that deity's soul would be bound to the blade's wielder, and then they could only take form if their master so wished it. Worse, binding to a deity would confer some of that deity's powers to the victor, including immortality. The only way a deity could regain their freedom was if their master died, and if their master never died, they were bound for eternity. Vena wouldn't mind being bound to Wulv for eternity, but she wanted to freely choose him and serve him willingly. Being soul-bound to him would make such servitude expected, rather than gifted.

The accursed blade dug deeper into her neck. She felt conflicted about that - on the one hand, if he moved the blade just a little bit further, she would bleed out and die within moments, binding her soul to him. On the other hand, it felt like a lover biting her neck in a moment of ecstasy. But it wasn't worth it. Freedom to give her body and soul to her lover was sexier than being soul-bound to him.

As Vena agonized over a reply, Wulv concluded with a command that carried an opportunity:
"But you will come with me to the west."

Vena cracked a slight smile. "I would come with you anywhere, whether to the west or...down south." She pushed the blade out of her neck with a finger and offered her hands to him to bind.

"I surrender."

 

[Vuxayl]

At Vena's little quip that seemed to offer Wulv the possibility of going down south with her, he made a small, devious smile, and yanked the blade away from her touch. He still kept it hanging over her, at just an angle that would make her beheading swift and merciless if she thought about doing anything rash to free her from the situation. But she just threw his hands at him, expecting to be cuffed, and surrendered. Just like that... like she wanted to surrender herself to him. all along.

Wulv turned his blade around and gently pushed her hands down with its edge, forcing them all the way down to Vena's body. They laid just right over her sex, partially covering it. "I'm sure you would enjoy such... interesting journeys, sex goddess." He didn't say it, but in the back of his mind - despite the culture of the west frowning upon sex for mere pleasure - he wanted to indeed go down south with her, and ravage her body with his. Even with her hands covering her genitals, he could still get a faint glimpse at it from under her revealing robes, and it looked absolutely delicious and begging to be fucked and thrusted deep inside. Wulv's manhood seemed to agree, as only his tight armour prevented it from growing even harder.

Exhaling a breath of lust, his eyes moved again to face Vena's own, and he straightened his back, standing menacing in front of her. With the tip of his blade he drew each of the goddess's hands to the sides of her hips, discouraging her from playing with herself while Wulv claimed her surrender. "And I'm sure, many would enjoy to accompany you." His lips turned into a half-smile once again, and he stared her in confrontation. Or was it in teasing temptation? But he continued. "Still, I do not need to bind your hands... V, e, n, a." At the mention of her name, he stressed out every letter of it with the pleasure of someone who was taunting his capture. "We from the west have better way of carrying delicate spoils such as yourself around."

With his free hand Wulv drew a horn from his armour - one made of the horns of an ox, whose ends were covered in thick, intricate layers of forged steel. Placing it on his lips he called forth some of his men to rally on his position; the tone and stops of each breath were shaped differently, so that the message conveyed was clear to his elite squad of men. It took only a moment for Curg and Yetskov to arrive to his position, flustered as if they'd run as hard as they could; and they didn't even stop at first to realise the circumstances in which Wulv and Vena were. "Sir! We've gotten Gurund. He said, a wo-" But Wulv just pointed with her sword at the wall, its tip dancing just over Vena's beating heat. "Forget Gurund. Bring the shackle for her." And he nudged his head in Vena's direction.

The two men looked at the sex goddess of the east, and both of their mouths opened in sheer amazement. The legends were true all along, and they still didn't properly convey just how... overwhelmingly sensual the whole of her was. It was sex and love impersonated, and the two men were oblivious, just for a couple of moments, of whatever their orders were. They started madly lusting over her body - from Curg's mouth a single bead of saliva fell, and Yetskov was salivating just as much. They wanted her... naked on the floor and taking in their throbbing cocks. But Wulv quickly snapped his men out of Vena's intoxication with an angered roar. "Men! Was I not clear? Was I not clear?!" He couldn't believe the sudden lack of discipline, and both Curg and Yetskov quickly excused themselves out of the room.

They quickly returned with shame and searing lust half-hidden on their faces, with Curg bringing around what seemed a metal collar attached to two thick steel chains on either side. "Get it around her neck, and make it quick." Wulv said, his Astral Blade still pointing at the centre of Vena's body. The two men opened the metal collar with a loud metallic clunk - it had a noticeably thick rim, maybe even thicker than a man's wrist, and it seemed to have been cast from rough solid steel. Quickly moving around the two men grabbed each end of the collar and placed it around her neck, closing it shut on Vena. It was definitely heavy, maybe heavy enough to make her legs buckle with the strain. But Wulv grabbed a handle of the metal collar that poked just towards him, and yanked it forwards - his mighty strength would throw Vena's body down and bring her to her delicate knees. With the goddess collared, and the collar firmly in Wulv's hand, he looked down at her with a pleased smile. He had capture the sex goddess of the east, and would be taking her back to the west.

 

[BlueSix]

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?"
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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..."

 

[Vuxayl]

Wulv paraded proudly in the capital of his empire, walking atop a beautiful, virile and meticulously decorated war horse with Vena strapped behind him. Behind him marched his entire army; and it was hard to tell if either the cheering peasants, the free men and women of the region which the slaves served, or Wulv's marching men were the largest group of people. He had sent messengers informing the whole city of his resounding victory - and what else would he bring his people, but certain victory after a mighty and brilliantly executed campaign. None of his soldiers had wiped their blades clean, ever since they left the west - even though it rusted and dulled the edge of their weapons, it was tradition in the west to celebrate victory with the blood of one's enemies still fresh on the metal. Wulv's blade was, of course, different, still keeping its dangerously sharp edge while covered in the red stains of the fallen. And even Vena's own divine blood garnished it as he held it up in the air.

The people of Wulfgard cheered him almost like a god-emperor, throwing their fists in the air. Women desired to bear his children, and cheered together with the men. But Vena was still pretty much bare atop his horse - and many of the men of the west, used to war and only war, started lusting for her soft buttocks and her firm breasts, even blood-stained and laying chained there. Or perhaps, even more so, for that very same reason. Seeing all those strong, capable citizens of his drooling over the goddess of the east and what her body could offer to them did not fit well with Wulv. He understood it - but he had also been face-to-face with sex herself, and his lust had not clouded his actions. They were still the west. They were war. And he bellowed from atop his horse a powerful warcry, snapping the men out of their torpor and bring the focus back to his conquest, back to his triumphant return.

When he heard the chains rattle, Wulv immediately looked backwards to check up on Vena. The insidious bitch... she held her bosom out for his men, and tainted their minds with forbidden lusts... lusts that Wulv had felt as well, but that had managed to control. The rest... disappointingly, not so much. He yanked the chain of her just once - just once, to be quite clear of what would her fate be if she kept playing around. A piercing gaze he threw at her eyes, so strong that even lust itself would quickly hide in the back of one's mind. She grinned at him, and he sneered. And he turned back to lead the procession; his palace-fortress and the complex therein were already not far away, ballistae proudly gleaming under the sun.

It seemed, however, that Vena had not taken to his suggestion. Either that, or she was really toying with him. When she cried her hastened words, they could definitely be interpreted as moans of pleasure. And indeed the men and women around Wulv looked at her, confused about her sudden outburst - the men, and perhaps some few women, returned to their hidden fantasies with increased vigour. Wulv looked back at her and had enough. Maybe he would enjoy getting to know her better... alone with her. But by even daring to display public pleasure, this goddess was defiling the Wulv's march, her destiny as a sacrificial offering and the whole of the west's culture - and that was something his people would not abide by. And Wulv's conquest would be stained.

So he threw her out of the horse and onto the rough cobblestone of his palace's walkway, dismounting and walking towards Vena. He grabbed her collar with both hands and lifted her in the air - then kicking her with one of his legs and throwing her across the street, her body dragging on the floor. That was what those in the west needed to see - Vena treated just like another slave, since for them that was what she was now. Wulv's intention was one of not necessarily, or needlessly hurting Vena - but making her submit to his lands, and making that submission very clear indeed. The crowd cheered at the sudden violence of Wulv throwing her around.

When Wulv walked again towards Vena, he again grabbed her metal collar with both of his hands. This time, however, he used his mighty strength to lift her from the floor - her legs dangling a few fingers above it. He lifted her like a trophy of his conquest - and as an offering to his people. "From our mighty conquests, I bring you this goddess deity!" The crowd cheered with his cry. "She shall be one of the fairest jewels of our treasures!" The crowd cheered again. "And she will rid our lands of the pain of sacrifice - for she shall be our worthiest sacrifice, on her glorious eternity!" His last words sounded like a thunder, echoing around the buildings surrounding his palace. The crowd gave one last, long cheer, raising their hands in the air. He dropped her down again to the ground, and begun dragging her towards the fortress-palace.

 

[BlueSix]

Vena's surprise was unfeigned when Wulv threw her from the horse. She landed with a shriek on the cobblestone road. The rough stone scratched up the skin of her lower arms and legs, ruining their pristine beauty. She barely had time to appreciate it when Wulv picked her up by the collar, kicked her in the chest with his knee, and tossed her across the street. Her back, once smooth and alluring, scratched on the gravel lining the road. Vena inhaled sharply. No one had ever handled her that roughly before, let alone dared to try. It made her feel utterly dominated.

And wet.

Anticipation rose in her chest when Wulv walked toward her again. He grabbed her collar with both hands and lifted her into the air, holding her up like a trophy. She braced her hands on the collar to keep it from ripping into her chin. Who but the most powerful of mortal men would dare treat her like that? She was a goddess! She should be lifting him and parading him through the streets, not the reverse. The sheer wrongness of their positions thrilled her soul. Besides, it was still fitting, for only a goddess deserved the honor of being Wulv's trophy.

Wulv bellowed, "From our mighty conquests, I bring you this goddess deity! She shall be one of the fairest jewels of our treasures!"
He thought of her as a fair jewel? So he did find her attractive. Of course, she'd worked that out already, but it was nice to finally hear it from his lips.
"And she will rid our lands of the pain of sacrifice - for she shall be our worthiest sacrifice, on her glorious eternity!" he thundered.
Sacrifice? He can't mean...oh gods. Vena's eyes widened. When she'd finished processing what that meant, her pussy tightened with longing. She'd always wondered what it would feel like to be torn apart on the altar, and soon she would experience it first-hand.

Wulv dragged her towards the palace, and the humiliation alone sent her emotions soaring. The long fall from grace, utter domination, and public objectification drove her wild. It was strange; normally she didn't like being humiliated, but today, it felt more like a fitting display worthy of a sex goddess. What better way was there to give recognition to her beauty than to put it on display? Well, there was one: ruin it. One only appreciates beauty to the fullest when it is thoroughly destroyed. And that was yet to come.

Red-robed priests took her from Wulv and stretched her out on the altar. They strapped down her hands, feet, thighs, and upper arms to the altar, and offered Wulv the ceremonial knife. The blade was about three inches long, serrated on one edge, and sharpened to a fine point. Vena took one look at it and found herself gasping with anticipation. This is going to be fun as hell. She turned up her gaze to look Wulv in the eye, issuing him one final, wordless dare.

 

[Vuxayl]

Vena's body was cleaned head to toes in pure, distilled water by one of the priests - ensuring that the sacrifice of her body would be pure. And it helped to remove the grime that had clung to her skin when Wulv threw her on the ground; her skin was glinting under the torch fire, perhaps even more than when Wulv first saw her. A whole crowd watched at Wulv and Vena with expectation, waiting for her first sacrifice to be performed; the cold altar right in front of the palace was build over a couple of stone steps, so that its view would not be obscured. A couple more priests walked towards Wulv - each one of them holding worn leathery tomes. And the drums, which had been silent so far, started booming their sound all around them in rhythm.

Wulv leaned over Vena's face, the ceremonial blade grasped by his hand. It was almost sacrilege, to defile such a beautiful body; but Vena was, indeed, a goddess. And knowing that, Wulv reassured himself, and perhaps Vena as well with his whispered words. "You, most alluring goddess, you are eternal. And so... the offering of your body and flesh, will only be temporary." He dearly hoped that it would be so, for Vena to lose her figure permanently would be an irrecoverable tragedy, not only for Vena, but for the people of the west, and for Wulv as well. After all... she was an enticing and challenging deity, and he yearned to know her better, giving her a half-smile. But the sacrifice would have to continue - and Wulv gently dragged the edge of the blade on her skin, without attempting to cut her.

The priests, old men of the west, begun chanting the words that preceded the ritualistic destruction of her body. Their deep voice echoed all around the stone steps and the altar on top of it; the public was absolutely silent, with only the unavoidable noises of such a large multitude of people. The sad, brutal songs of the west filled the air, the drums picking up on intensity - and when the last verse had been uttered, the men closed their stained books with a soft thump, and the drums fell silent. Only the fire from the torches seemed to move - and you could hear a pin drop in such eerie silence. It would begin now - and Wulv looked at Vena for one last time. She was... an odd figure, a somewhat unhinged goddess. Did she really enjoy pain? And so Wulv whispered at her so that no-one else would hear, perhaps foreseeing what would come next. "Vena... you will need to scream. Find a way to make them believe you're suffering." His stare and speech was not one of domination this time, but one of concern - if the public thought she defiled a sacrifice of the west with a semblance of pleasure, it could mean total ruin for her... and Wulv.

The sacrifice could be dragged no longer, and Wulv placed the blade on Vena's forehead, resting the edge on her skin. And then... he pressed it until it started digging into her flesh. Slowly dragging it across her face, it slitted her skin in two halves; with a few drops of blood running along. The blade continued past her nose, and her lips - cutting into their soft flesh, and pushing them apart. Her mouth would start filling with blood - and the flesh of her lips parted sideways, as if it had been released from its tightness. Another cut was done on the left side of Vena's face, and another on the right side, from the line of her hair all the way to her jaw; as if her body was being engraved by the blade.

Beyond Vena's face, laid her nude and immaculate body, still untouched by steel. But not for long - from Vena's neck all the way to just a mere finger above her most intimate of regions, Wulv drew another line with the blade - and it scored her skin deep, parting slightly and revealing the hot flesh underneath. And again, Wulv cut another such line on her left, and then on her right - but this time, her breasts stood directly in front of the knife. And their flesh was severed along its length likewise, the blade slicing her lustful nipples in half with copious amount of blood spraying out of her chest. Vena's blood was indeed starting to pool on the cold slab of the altar; and it seemed to be eager to drip down towards the stone steps that surrounded it.

 

[BlueSix]

The priests found themselves growing erect as they scrubbed Vena's naked body, and they made extra-sure her genitals were clean. She soon gleamed under the orange firelight. The drums began their ominous beat, and the priests read the chants from their tomes in sync. Vena's heart swelled at all the pomp and ceremony they afforded her. Anticipation silenced the crowds below. Vena held her breath when Wulv approached with the knife. He murmured, "You, most alluring goddess, you are eternal. And so, the offering of your body and flesh will be only temporary."

"I know."

The shadow of sorrow darkened his face; he was nervous. He'd never seen her regenerate before, so he was probably apprehensive about destroying someone he'd grown attracted to. She wanted him to enjoy destroying her. The ritual wouldn't be much fun if he spent it worrying. Vena whispered, "Why the long face? Come on, we'll make a show if it." She wiggled her hips. "Just do your thing like you normally would, and I'll make sure to spill some blood to make it look authentic."
As the drumbeats and chanting drew to a close, Wulv whispered back, "Vena, you will need to scream. Find a way to make them believe you are suffering."
She nodded. "I know," she mouthed.

Wulv pressed the blade point to her forehead.
Vena evened her breathing.
Then he dug in.
She held her breath as the blade trailed down from her forehead to the base of her nose. Her plush lips split when the blade passed through them, the feeling akin to a lover thumbing her mouth before the kiss. Vena lurched against the bonds and bit back a cry. Wulv then traced the point around the outline of her neck. She wondered what the purpose was; could he mean to skin her? Tingles went down her back at the idea. If he ripped every nerve in her body that way, the intense pleasure would probably knock her unconscious. That would be an experience to remember. So she watched him intently as he dragged the knife down her vulnerable neck, between her immaculate scoops, down her lithe belly, and over her nether organ. Vena dropped her head back on the altar and grunted her approval. An observer might think she was just being strong and trying to hold back the pain, but the two lovers knew better.

But Wulv was just getting started. He dug the blade into the her left shoulder and began to drag it down. Vena quickly realized where it was headed. Oh gods...oh gods... Her breaths became harder as the point drew closer and closer to her pride and joy. When the blade penetrated the first inch of her tender breast, her cries pierced the sky. Yellow fat mixed with blood spilled out as the knife relieved the pressure inside. When it reached the pink of her nipple, her mind exploded. Vena bucked and writhed on the altar. Drool trickled from her mouth, and moisture pooled between her legs. Observers thought her cries to be of pain. When she came to, Wulv was pulling the knife down her other shoulder. Vena almost sobbed with joy, begging through a veil of curses for him to keep going. Her mind exploded again when he opened up her right breast and pierced its erect nipple. Her world spun and turned black as a fiery heat roared through her body and promised to send her screaming to the afterlife.

Vena regained consciousness moments later, breaths ragged, but bathed in a hazy, comfortable afterglow. And Wulv still wasn't finished yet. Laughs disguised by coughs and sobs ripped from her throat when she realized the best was yet to come.

 

[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.

 

[BlueSix]

It was the first time he'd ever truly touched her. Sure, he'd manhandled her on the way here, picked her up and thrown her around, and cut her with a knife, but he hadn't ever touched her in any sexual way until now. And he couldn't have picked a more symbolic place to touch her: right where he would leave her breathless - literally. He pressed down on her neck, cutting off her ragged breaths before he started to drag the knife point downwards. It trailed along her skin and stopped short just above her pussy. Vena shut her eyes and lifted her chin. Is he doing what I think he's doing? He is. He's going to do it. Oh gods, yes. Yes!

The blade left her for a brief moment. Vena held still. The knife point touched her delicate slit, nudging its way between them to find a place to enter. Suddenly it tore into her, and for a few seconds, Vena's body went rigid. Her eyes shot open, and her mouth gaped to force a sound through the chokehold. Moisture collected on Wulv's hand as a violent shudder rippled up her body. When he twisted the knife, she shuddered again and didn't stop. The cries he stopped in her throat would have scandalized even the prostitutes, for in that moment, Wulv became her god. The rest of the pantheon could go to hell. No one else ever brought her such pleasure as he did.

Vena shuddered and cried in pure bliss as he reverently carved up the whole of her sex. When Wulv finished, his hand came away cleaned of blood from the moisture of her five orgasms. Then he turned his gaze once again to her pride and joy: her two breasts. Though sliced up, they still stood proudly upon her chest, rising and falling with the labored heave of her chest. He released her throat and moved to take them in his hands. Vena gasped hard, both from loss of breath and from being held in her second most sensitive place. Just his touching her nipples alone sent her arching into him. If all he did was play with her breasts, she could come for him. But he was about to rock her world again. Wulv dug his nails into the tender flesh and began to pull. Her whole body lifted with him until the chains stopped her short. Skin stretched and tore. Connective ligaments snapped. Vena took one look at her disembodied glory and grunted as an orgasm rose to consume her. She hardly finished the first before Wulv ripped off her other breast and sent another orgasm rippling through her. When she looked down at the raw flesh where her pristine scoops had once been, the dark pleasure forced her head back into a long, wild cry.

Onlookers, and women especially, looked on with a mixture of horror and satisfaction.

 

[Vuxayl]

As Vena writhed and screeched on top of the stony altar, Wulv knew that she was deeply enjoying it. And there was more in store for her, Wulv had more in store for her... the sacrifices of the west were known to be brutal, and hers was no exception, her divine body now ravaged by the blade and his strength. And her wailing cries were ambiguous enough for the rest of the populace to feel the sacrifice as adequate - masking her enjoyment of the process.

Grabbing the knife once more, Wulv guided it towards Vena's torn chest. Even with raw holes of flesh and torn skin where her rich, full breasts had been, it was still the delicate embodiment of feminine proportions, her ribcage faintly visible underneath her unblemished skin as Vena's hastened breathing brought it up and down. The very edge of the blade traced the length of her chest bone, almost seductively, from it's very tip to just below her neck - and then Wulv thrusted it inside her as hard as he could, the sound of flesh and crushing bone echoing around her as he shattered her sternum. The handle of the blade was left sticking out of her skin, just between the two voids of flesh, and it rose in sync with her breathing.

The crowd was now in an eager, expectant silence - anticipating the pleading and crying of the sacrificed woman. Having left the blade inside of her chest for a few moments, Wulv rested a hand on Vena's hair as he held the handle in his grip - almost in a caring way. His eyes moved over Vena's flawless body, from the her carved face to her toes - and with an initial thrust full of desire and lust of her, he began sawing through her chest, all the way to the tip of her chest bone and cutting it in half completely. Her pristine skin now had a huge gash between her missing breasts - and inside of it, one could see a glimpse of torn flesh and shattered bone.

That was just the appetizer - and Wulv walked over to one side of her torso, in the region between her ribcage and her hips. The view of Vena's body from here was just as enticing, if not more, as looking at her from above - Wulv traced every little sensual ridge of her ribs with his finger, and her large hips raised themselves slightly over her ruined nethers still displaying their inviting fertility. His hand traced their shape as well, his hardened fingers grazing the inside of her thighs - and then he thrusted the blade in that soft region, tearing out another cut on her body. Her entrails almost managed to slide out of her abdomen on their own; but Wulv yanked them further out of her, disembowelling her divine figure in front of his city's crowd. And they gasped in excitement.

Wulv placed the bloodied blade on the stone altar, and looked at Vena with a lustful smile as one of his finger drew the shape of her cuts, its tip inside her flesh - and then his hands moved over to the gash that he'd left right on her chest. The most painful part of the sacrifice was now - and even Wulv had barely enough strength to carry it through alone. His fingers moved around the gaping wound, and then they buried themselves inside it - and with all of his might, he pulled his hands apart until Vena's sacred chest gave in and tore apart. Her ribs cracked as he spread them out of her torso, her soft skin and flesh tearing and ripping as it was pulled away - and Vena's lungs and heart could be seen exposed to the air and poking out of her defiled body, as well as the inside of her ribcage.

The commander of the west then signalled a few men to do their part in completing the sacrifice - and they exited the premises of the altar, only to quickly return with a massive, sharpened metal spear, and a steel base, that they handed over to him.

 

[BlueSix]

Still reeling from pleasure at the loss of her breasts, the haze cleared at the familiar feeling of the knife tracing her skin. His reverent admiration made her ruined pussy tighten. Is he going to cut out my heart? Is he- A whimper left her throat. Here, too, was another sensitive region; she never realized how sexually exciting it could be until Wulv suddenly drove the knife into it. The bone that protected her most precious organ, her heart, shattered. Vena let out an agonized cry, followed by a chain of grunts.

Then, Wulv did something that silenced her, something that turned all the sex into something higher: He rested his hand in her hair. The motion was so innocuous, anyone watching wouldn't have batted an eye at it. But to her, it meant the world. Wulv had all but told her that the pleasure she took from this sacrifice was no happy accident. It was not by coincidence that he wanted to give her what she so desperately wanted. He was doing it for her, deliberately. Her breath caught in the electricity of the moment. Wulv wanted her; she could see it in his eyes, the way they roamed her broken body and played with her in his mind. Whatever he wanted to do, she wanted him to do it. Her new god could do no wrong.

Her god decided he wanted her heart - literally. Driven by lust and propelled by uncommon strength, Wulv sawed through her sternum from top to bottom. Vena arched and released some of her pent-up energy into screams. In truth, it felt like passionate kissing between her breasts, but the crowd needed to believe it hurt. She added some shaking in her legs to really sell it. Then the teasing resumed, this time closer to her sex. Wulv traced the edge of her ribs, then her hips. Vena chewed her lip and bucked her hips a little. This man, this god, knew how to push her buttons. Somehow, he knew that teasing her to build anticipation would drive her wild. She threw back her head and moaned as he grazed her thighs. She drew almost to the point of begging when he suddenly plunged in the blade. The cut widened, and her entrails began to tumble out. Wulv ripped them out even further. Vena gasped, unable to fully contain her excitement. This stuff used to be inside her, sustaining her, giving nourishment to her flawless figure. Now it lay on the pavement. Vena groaned out her satisfaction.

She looked up at him, and their eyes met. She held his gaze as he trailed a finger along her many cuts. When he drew his hands over to the gash in her sternum, she gave him a suble nod. Do it.

He buried his fingers into the wound.
Vena's breath caught.
Then he pulled.
A loud ripping echoed across the temple grounds. Vena shrieked and thrashed on the altar. The opening in her chest widened until the tender red of her heart laid bare under the open sky. It beat furiously between her rising and falling lungs. Soldiers brought in a long spear and handed it to Wulv. The first thought in Vena's mind was, That's one huge dick. It took all her effort not to laugh. If he shoved that up her pussy, she might come all night without stopping. The destruction of her pussy and loss of her tits already put her in a permanent state of almost-coming. But it's time we ended this show. The things I want him to do to me - and the things I want to do for him - are best done away from prying eyes.

Vena looked him in the eye.
"It's okay," she mouthed.

I'll be back before you know it. Ooh, I know! I should go to his bedroom so he has a pleasant surprise when he gets back...

 

[Vuxayl]

Hearing her, Wulv could barely hide a half-smile, and gestured again at his men to position the spear correctly. They lifted its tip up in the air and aligned with Vena's body, and let the sharpened end crash on the hard surface of the altar, right between her naked, slender legs. The sound of solid metal hitting stone boomed around the scene, followed by a metal scraping noise as they dragged and pushed it just inches away from Vena's ruined apex. Her glistening moisture almost reflected the head of the spear, and the folds of torn flesh that were once her beautiful, alluring sex - behind the altar the drums begun sounding, just like before. The men walked to the other end of the spear, and holding it, they waited for Wulv... he walked from where he was towards it and held it likewise, right between them. The drums' rhythm increased, until it was as frantic as when Vena was about to get sacrificed - but this time, they did not stop until it happened.

In a sudden burst of strength, Wulv and his men pushed the spear right through Vena's ragged, eviscerated body; her steaming breasts laying on the sides of the cold altar, their luxurious fullness still noticeable. But the spear did not go through her tight, warm tunnel, or what was now left of it, though the slick nectar it was dripping with would have helped; neither it did go through the pristine-looking hole between her buttocks either. Instead, it pushed right through the flesh and skin that was between the two, almost splitting Vena's body open as the spear pushed in and ripped her body from the inside, crushing the bones that laid in its path and rending her flesh apart. Wulv uttered a roar, thrusting the spear inside her almost passionately, relishing on the feeling of having it go through her flesh - whatever resistance her desecrated body could still put up was no match for his power and the few men beside him. The sharpened metal tip pushed and tore her divine womb apart, penetrating her flesh; it then kept pushing through, skewering her soft entrails and coming to a halt just beneath her heart. So close, in fact, that every beat of it grazed on its very tip, the metal shaft gleaming right between her exposed lungs.

What was left of her body was pushed back from the impact, and only the strong ties kept the spear from throwing her off the stone surface. Instead, it impaled her almost completely. Wulv and his men relinquished their grasp on it - it was now firmly wedged inside her ripped flesh, only pushing and tilting her body slightly from the added weight. They placed the metal base just in front of the altar, in front of the crowd that eagerly watched Vena's once unblemished, perfect body now torn and ruined; and then each men walked to the ties that kept Vena pinned down, releasing them in sync. Her body almost slided away from the altar, but Wulv grabbed the free end of the spear - and he had enough strength to bring her against him, raising her up so the destroyed sex goddess was held vertically. Having her torn body so close to him made Wulv wrap an arm around her and hold her close in an almost gentle manner; feeling her soft, enticing curves on his body. Bringing her down to the metal base... he aligned the tip of the spear with the hole in the base, and let it fall down in place. The impact on the ground pushed the spear even further upwards inside Vena's body and against her heart - puncturing it. The sound of Vena's body straining further against the steel rod made him even more... desiring of her.

And there she was, her entrails and chest torn open to the people of the west as Vena was held impaled on the altar; the destruction of her soft, lustful body such that it would give a mortal human only a few more hours to live. The drums stopped, and the torches burned their last oil - and in the darkness, her body was now barely visible, the fluids covering her pronouncing the goddess's defiled shape. The crow remained for a while longer, admiring her and listening to her wails, until they decided to return to their homes. With was exactly what Wulv did - once the sacrifice was done, he dragged himself to his personal quarters, thinking how would he get Vena back. Maybe during the early morning... when her body would be considered dead. This way, it would be permissible to remove the offering to the gods.

 

[BlueSix]

The mixture of exhaustion and bliss made it difficult for Vena to keep track of all the proceedings around her. Her chest throbbed from all the wonderful feelings inflicted upon it, and her pussy still ached for Wulv to fill it. Strange vibrations gave flavor to the afterglow streaming through her, and it took her a moment to realize it was the drumbeats. Suddenly, a loud scrape snapped her attention: the business end of the spear stood perilously close to her sex. Vena dropped back her head and shut her eyes. He's teasing me again. He won't actually spear me there, will he? He'll just spear me through the heart and end it. She evened her breathing as she awaited the inevitable.

Her eyes and mouth shot open in utter shock. Instead of piercing her heart, the spear pierced that tiny space between her ass and pussy. Once the spearhead ripped open her sex, the volcano erupted. Vena arched and roared a genuine scream of delight. The fiery bliss spread to every inch of her body as the spear pushed deeper and deeper. It ripped through her womb, slipped through her newly emptied belly, punctured her stomach, and stopped just short of her heart. The chains creaked as they fought to contain the goddess's ecstasy. The unfortunate priests who had to re-tie her limbs to the spear had to summon all their strength to keep her from accidentally raking their faces. She had to embrace something, anything, in her moment of heaven. And it wasn't just for a moment; it went on and on, roiling in her veins even as Wulv lifted her up. The whole shaft of the spear grew slick with the moisture pouring from her pussy. Finally, gravity worked its magic and brought her beating heart to a stop upon the spearhead.

Vena went still. All strength sapped from her body, leaving her unable to control the storm of endorphins seizing her mind. She wanted to laugh, scream, sleep, and dance all at once, and that she couldn't do anything intensified it. All the pleasures Wulv inflicted on her passed one by one through her memories, each one blowing her mind until at last death took her.

No sooner had her spirit left her body than she ghosted through every door in the palace to identify all possible locations for the Emperor's quarters. Once she identified a few plausible candidates, her spirit flew back to Wulv and followed him to see where he went. As she predicted, he made a bee-line for the room furthest in the back, the one hardest for intruders to reach. She took flesh beside his bed and flung herself onto it. The mattress was surprisingly bouncy, and she couldn't help giving it a "test run" before moving under the covers. Vena curled up under the blanket and closed her eyes. The earlier delights had been so wonderful that the afterglow came back into her new body, and such was her elation that she couldn't stifle her giggles as Wulv came into the room.

He would see a pair of pretty, delicate feet sticking out from under the blanket.

 

[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.

 

[BlueSix]

Vena kicked her legs and giggled when Wulv pulled off the covers. "Ta ha!"
"Vena..." Wulv began. He took off his chest plate and placed it next to the bed. "...if I didn't know better, I'd say you were a trickster goddess," he said with a faint smile.

She crawled over to him on all fours and sat up on her knees. "And if I didn't know better, I'd say you were a ladykiller." Vena gave him a puckered smile. Her fingers worked their magic on his other armor pieces to remove them, and one by one they clattered to the floor. When only his clothing was left, she yanked him by the collar and pulled Wulv onto the bed beside her. She laid down beside him, leaned on her elbow, and gazed at him, their faces almost kissing-close. "Since the world began, no one ever experienced such a taste of heaven as I did by your hand," she confessed. "From the bottom of my heart, I am eternally grateful. The memory of this night will stay with me forever."

With her free hand, Vena trailed her fingers up the bulge in his pants. "I must reward you. While my powers as a goddess are limited to sexual things, I will bestow upon you all that I am able. You shall become incapable of feeling any sexual pain. No refractory period shall restrict you, and you may come as often as your stamina permits. The sensitivity of your sex shall be enduring; no amount of sexual activity shall dull it, and any that was lost is restored. Any injury that comes upon it shall heal perfectly and to its original state."

Vena smirked and added, "That was just the down-payment." She swung a leg over and straddled him. "So tell me, Mister Emperor, what turns you on?"

 

[Vuxayl]

The touch of Vena's fingers on the collar of his padded undergarment pulled him towards the bed, of his own accord - and he laid there almost in the same pose as her own, with his forearm resting on the mattress and his face just inches away from hers. To her own take on his comment, Wulv said nothing - only a half-smile followed, and he gave a penetrating stare at her eyes as she spoke. Knowing that she had enjoyed it was a strange thing for Wulv to comprehend, so used to the pain and torture that the sacrifices inflicted on their offerings - but it made him all the more eager, and desiring to make her his own. For him, she seemed to be honest of her feelings, and so was he with his. "You've given me the chance to taste pleasures which I thought were not possible... until you appeared before me. I had hoped someone like you would existing... with you, Vena, we can make this night... only one of many. As enjoyable for you as it is for the emperor of the west..."

He drew his face even closer to hers, his desire of her apparent, and growing with lust at the thought of all the things they could do together. Whatever turned him on, more than Vena herself, was apparent by his words - the depraved acts of the sacrifice before had been just the beginning, and he would want more in due time. When she straddled him with a leg, Wulv grabbed her waist with one of his hands, easily pushing her towards him and keeping her close with a firm, strong grasp. This close to him, he could feel every single of her luscious curves, and having her divine sex so close to his body made him feel a tinge of lust. "I'm sure a goddess of lust such as yourself would be able to work it out, Vena. Though... your writhing on the altar would make for a good starting point."

With a grin, he turned around, shifting his weight and carrying her body with him - such that she was now laying back on the bed, with himself over her. His crotch fitted snugly between her legs, and his hard, throbbing manhood was pushing against his clothing almost in an attempt to reach at her delicious sex. Even its warmth seemed to mingle with hers - and he pinned the sex goddess down with a hand over her shoulder. Above her, he still evoked a sense of war, of rugged domination; with the beautiful, unblemished body of the temptress under his grasp. Leaning briefly to a corner of the bed, he took out his sword from the scattered pieces of armour - and he laid its very tip against her chin, leaning in on her face.

With the blade dangerously close to her, Wulv passionately begun kissing her exposed neck, stopping after only a few - and then he drew his lips over hers, almost close enough to kiss her soft, tender lips. They seemed to beg him to be tenderly caressed... with his mouth, or something else. "As for your bestowed reward... it would be welcome, and honoured." The benefits would fit well with his plans for her, indeed, and a willing gift from a goddess was something to respect, captured or not. "But I wonder... how would a goddess such as yourself grant such favours? Would it be with only a snap of her pretty fingers?"

 

[BlueSix]

"You've given me the chance to taste pleasures which I thought were not possible, until you appeared before me. I had hoped someone like you would exist. With you, Vena, we can make this night only one of many, as enjoyable for you as it is for the Emperor of the West."

Vena's heart melted. It was one thing to be labelled "goddess," to be prayed to out of rote formality and worshipped only for cultural duty. It was another thing to be truly wanted, to be needed by someone who'd prayed fervently in his heart for a miracle he never thought possible. How he must have yearned, as she had, for a soulmate with whom he could enjoy his deepest fantasies and darkest pleasures. She fulfilled his dreams, and in so doing fulfilled hers.

So it was no shame for her to be seen naked under his gaze. Indeed, her heart welled with pride that he deemed her worthy to look upon. She proudly bared her lithe body, her supple curves, and her beautiful intimates for him to admire, all but inviting him to take her for his own. Wulv seemed to take the hint, for he took her by the waist and pulled her close. Their bodies fitted together like they were made for each other, her smaller figure buried snugly in his vast, powerful form. She hummed her contentment into his neck.

At last, Wulv deigned to tell her what might turn him on: "I'm sure a goddess such as yourself would be able to work it out, Vena. Though...your writhing on the altar would make for a good starting point."

The image it created in her mind wrung a laughing moan from her throat. Wulv shot her a grin, just before he shifted his weight and suddenly rolled her beneath him. Now he left her even more vulnerable, with her hands pinned above her head and her knees lifted on either side of him. The hard bulge in his pants pushed against her warming sex, and she bucked into him slightly in response. The powerful warror dominated her, completely shutting down her earlier attempt at moving on top of him. Her imagination ran wild with all the ways he could take advantage of her, each one hotter than the last. Vena laughed, but her quickening breath soon cut it short

Wulv took up his sword and pointed the tip at her chin.

Shs took the hint and held still.

With all the passion of a wolf feasting on a fresh kill, he dove into her neck. Vena lifted her chin to grant him access. His hot breaths stoked her lust every time his lips closed upon her skin. Her chest rose and fell in time with his kisses. Wulv worked his way up her chin until at last he found her mouth, where he stopped short and pulled away. Vena bit her lip.

"As for your bestowed reward..." Wulv began, "...it would be welcome, and honored. But I wonder: how would a goddess such as yourself grant such favors? Would it be with only a snap of her pretty fingers?"

Vena smirked and shifted her hips. "My words alone are sufficient if I so wish it. But for you, I do not wish it. As any emperor such as yourself understands, not only should a tributary consider the gift being offered, but also the presentation of it." She pushed and rolled on top of him once again. Then, she purred, "Allow me to present it to you." Vena slid down until she came eye-level with his waist. She pulled out the belt and dug her fingers under the waistband, pausing a moment to gauge his reaction. The pants came down to reveal a durable black undergarment, and the imprisoned form of that which hid beneath it. With bated breath, she reverently peeled away the cloth.

Vena's eyes widened. His cock stood proudly in the air, large and powerful as befitting a man of his stature. Its rugged purity and alluring aroma drew her closer. She wrapped her hands around it and pushed her thumbs to the base of the head. A bead of fluid collected at the slit. Incredible. This man is a veritable god. And he looks delicious. Vena pressed her lips to the tip of his cock and suckled, savoring the salty flavor of his precum on her tongue. Miraculous power flowed from her body into his.

Vena pulled away and glanced up at him. "Do you want me to continue, my lord? May I continue?"

 

[Vuxayl]

As Vena spoke about presenting her offering, Wulv's lips took on a half smile - and he allowed her body to shift around until she was right on top of him. "Well then, sex goddess - show me how far your powers go..." He was indeed interested in seeing what would she come up with, and eager to consume his lust for Vena - each curve of her perfect, nude body and soft skin made his manhood throb harder and harder for her touch. So when she slid down across his body until her gaze was levelled with his lower body, his eyes glinted in her direction. She went straight for it, without hesitation - her lewd divinity knew exactly where to go, and what to touch. And when she started focusing on that area, Wulv almost nodded while laying in bed, as if he was approving the motions of his captive.

The bulge in his pants was clearly visible, his shaft trapped under his garments - as Vena worked around the belt and the waistband, the confinement of his manhood grew weaker and weaker until it was practically bursting out of the cloth. The sensation of her elegant, delicate fingers dancing around his crotch sent shivers through his spine, and he held his breath as she removed the last remaining layers. When the last layer was taken... his rigid, throbbing cock stood firm waiting for her delicious touch. Just by taking a look at Vena's beautiful lips and full, round breasts, his cock grew even harder and more eager, almost bursting with lust - seeping the very first beads of his nectar from its head. As Vena looked at him, he gave a dominating smile, proper of a war lord. "Go on Vena..."

When she kneaded his cock just under the base of its head, Wulv almost moaned from pleasure as a few more beads escaped from it. Just the feeling and warmth of her hands wrapped around his hard shaft made his lust for Vena swell even more, all of her. But she wasn't done yet - she lowered her head and wrapped her mouth on the tip of his shaft, making Wulv release a low, masculine moan. He could feel her soft, luxurious lips hugging the engorged head of his cock, and her velvety tongue lapping up the few beads that had escaped from it - she was indeed a goddess, and she was his goddess. When she looked up to him, his lips parting from his cock, Wulv almost made a frown - but when she asked him if she could continue, it quickly turned into another half-smile.

She would get no response to her question - as Wulv simply placed both of his hands on the sides of her head, Vena's angelic hair falling between his fingers. With just enough force he moved it around, aligning her plump lips with his erect shaft - and gently pressed it against her head, until her inviting mouth parted to receive his hot, meaty cock. The sensation of Vena's warm, velvety, absolutely divine mouth enveloping his cock was almost too much - and together with another deep moan, a few more beads of pre-cum escaped its head. Even with his endowed length, he kept lowering her head until Vena's lips almost touched its base - and kept her there for a few moments, before lifting it up again. Leaving her head just past the tip of his cock, Wulv tilted it so Vena was looking at him. "This is all yours to savour, dear goddess..." And then, he pushed her head again, slowly - letting her feel the length and girth of his cock filling her mouth.

By now, it was coated with a slick layer of her saliva, still throbbing between her lips - and between the feelings of lust and pleasure, Wulv could feel it growing stronger from the contact with her heavenly body, his stamina even more than when he started. Vena's mouth seemed perfect for his cock - and he titled it again look at her deviously and see just how much she was enjoying it, before holding it again and pushing it down and then up with a firm, controlled grasp. As he gave his cock for her to relish, Wulv felt every inch of his manhood caressed by her delicious mouth - and her voluptuous breasts slapped against his thighs with every thrust.

 

[BlueSix]

For a man whose whole body rippled with power, whose authority stretched across the entire planet, who owned her body and soul, to moan at her touch, was a power trip unlike any other. She felt like she'd never truly known what it was like to be a goddess until this moment, until the earth's mightiest creature could be brought to moaning between her lips. The might and destruction sleeping in his chest only purred in contentment at her ministrations. Even his cock, his most delicate part, grew with such power that to take it in her mouth seemed like an honor unfit for queens. He filled her so completely, she wondered whether she'd subconsciously fitted her proportions just to receive him. Vena sank until he touched the back of her throat where she could taste him fully, and she had to brace on the bed to keep from collapsing in delight. She dragged her nails down his chest and moaned as she lingered, pushing and twisting against her throat.

Vena rose until her lips enveloped the head, sank down as far as she could go, and repeated, harder and faster until she could no longer control her desperation. Driven by the sounds of Wulv's pleasure as much as by her own lust, Vena's hands stroked and squeezed as if milking him for his cum while her tongue explored every inch of his delicious shaft. As his cock began to throb with the first signs of orgasm, warmth and moisture pooled in her sex at the first signs of her own. If his cum tastes anything like his precum, I swear, I will never eat another bite of normal food again.