With the delicate mouth of the goddess caressing the head of his cock, Wulv felt pleasure like he hadn't felt before. Every time her lips pushed down and enveloped his cock down to the base, giving it their warmth and touch, he almost shivered atop the bed. His hands still kept holding her head, though she seemed eager to please him as well as she could - and he gave her some freedom as she throated his shaft, licking and sucking it like only a goddess could. Her hands then started milking it, stroking it up and down as her mouth made Wulv pant with pleasure, the head of his cock throbbing between her lips - and he moved a hand over her hair to further push her in and out of his shaft, her hair falling around its base. Seeing his cock repeatedly sheathed by Vena's mouth and she so eagerly kneading it further kept building up his pleasure, until it was simply too much to withhold.
Finally orgasming, Wulv shot his hot, thick seed inside her mouth again and again, his cock twitching with every squirt and delivering more and more of that delicious and luscious nectar to Vena. He had so much of it to give her, so much more than what he'd given to any other woman in fact - he drenched her throat in copious amounts of cum, such that it even escaped the tiniest gaps between her plump lips and his hard, veiny shaft. It was almost like he was feeding her with it - and since she was a goddess of sex, it was likely this was more than just a mere metaphor. Wulv indeed felt like he was nurturing her with his salty, sweet-tasting seed - he gave her every last drop of it, pumping it inside her and allowing her to taste and swallow all of the emperor's cum. The few thick beads of it that escaped trickled down his shaft and her face, making a mess on the bed - and some even slowly streaked across her neck and the rest of her perfect body, coming to drip from her nipples.
Vena's eyes fluttered closed when load after load of Wulv's cum spilled into her mouth and dripped onto her breasts. Her lips trembled as she pulled back along his length to swallow. She'd fantasized about finding a man who could give her enough cum to drink, but even her wildest fantasies failed to capture the majesty and bliss of Wulv's overwhelming power. His cum was cream on her tongue. At length, she pulled off his cock, lolled back her head, and moaned, savoring his flavor for a few more moments before swallowing the last of it. Then she swiped off as much cum from her body as she could with her finger and licked it off. Though this part was more for her pleasure than for Wulv's, Vena couldn't help posing a little for his benefit, and arched her back to push out her breasts while she licked them clean.
A long, satisfied laugh broke out from her chest. "Mmm, that was amazing , Wulv! I want more. You'll have to be vigilant from now on, because I may ambush you to suck you off in the future." She chuckled at the prospect and crawled into bed with him. "Tell me truly," she asked, looking up at him with bright blue eyes, "how did I do? Did I live up to your fantasies?"
Wulv exhaled deeply as Vena swallowed as much from him as she could, and his still stiff cock slowly slid past her luscious wet lips. The whole shaft was covered in cum, its head still throbbing from the orgasm, and Vena's chest was equally streaked by his load. Filling her with his seed brought Wulv a great deal of pleasure, and he sat back on the bed watching Vena eagerly lick what she could from her own ample breasts. He had conquered cities, small empires even, waged bloody battles where he alone emerged victorious - and still, seeing how the voluptuous sex goddess relished his masculinity was a conquest just as satisfying, if not even more.
While his lust was now temporarily sated, his manhood was still hard - and somehow, in the back of his mind, Wulv knew that he could give her event more, as much as he wanted - beyond his own physical limit. "I expected that a goddess such as yourself would appreciate the offering... though, I didn't knew you were that thirsty." He chuckled and gave her a smirk as Vena crawled into bed, positioning himself so that his frame, battered by decades of war, enveloped her own. "But better not to try and ambush me for it, as I could react badly. It could be... dangerous..." Wulv lost himself in though for a second, and then looked straight at Vena's blue eyes. "... but maybe that's what you want, Vena?"
He then rested against the pillows, collecting his thoughts. "How did you do?... Hmm. I can tell you that just in this single moment, you've surpassed those that I have slept with - so you're more than worthy of your title, Vena." He smiled at her, but his eyes then veered off again. "And yes - you pleased me much, even more than I expected. Even if I am of the west - it's not that easy of a thing to do, not with me. But you did it - and not only now. You, then... in that altar. Yes. It pleased me - just as much as having you in my bed. And if you take those two together, then yes. You did live up to my fantasies."
He then rolled in bed sideways, so that Wulv could look at her better. His eyes locked onto hers as he idly pushed one of her pristine breasts around, kneading it on her chest and feeling its firm roundness under his hand. "And you, Vena? What are the fantasies of this sex goddess... now that she has the attention of the west's emperor?"
"But better not try and ambush me for it, as I could react badly. It could be...dangerous. But maybe that's what you want, Vena?"
Vena lifted an eyebrow. "Maybe!" It's sweet of him to care about my well-being though.
Wulv rested on the pillow and collected his thoughts. "How did you do?...Hmm. I can tell you that just in this single moment, you've surpassed those that I have slept with, so you're more than worthy of your title, Vena."
She made a little victory fist-pump. "Yuss!"
He continued. "And yes, you pleased me much, even more than I expected."
"Oh?" Intrigued, she propped up her head.
"Even if I am of the west, it's not that easy of a thing to do, not with me. But you did it, and not only now. You, then...in that altar. Yes. It pleased me, just as much as having you in my bed. And if you take those two together, then yes. You did live up to my fantasies."
Vena's mouth hung open as she processed his words. Finally, she laughed. "Wow. That is high praise!"
Wulv rolled sideways and locked eyes with her. His hand, that electric hand of his, kneaded one of her breasts and drew out of her a contented sigh. "And you, Vena?" he asked. "What are the fantasies of this sex goddess, now that she has the attention of the West's Emperor?"
Vena closed her eyes and smiled. "My fantasies? Goodness, there are many. Where to start?..."
"One of my earliest fantasies was of a powerful man who would bind me down to an altar and tear me apart. With a serrated knife, he'd cut me open, spill out my guts, rip off my breasts, and impale me on a spear through my pussy to put my ruined body on display. I got off so hard to that fantasy. You fulfilled that one for me, my lord, to the last detail."
"I've fantasized about being eaten alive. There's just something incredibly sexy about someone enjoying the taste of my flesh. It would be a lot slower and more vicious than simply cutting things off with a knife, so I always imagined it to be far more heavenly, but I've never had the pleasure of experiencing it. I imagine being laid out on a table surrounded by a dozen hungry men. They would dig their forks and knives into exotic places; pluck out my eyes, peel off my lips, cut off my limbs, tear off my breasts, and pull out my organs. They would slice me up in ways so I could feel every cut. I'm getting hot just thinking about it."
"In one fantasy, I'm thrown into a dungeon to be tortured. The dungeon master threatens to cut me apart if I don't talk, escalating his cuts until I give him what he wants. He cuts off my nipples, then my fingers and toes, hands and feet, arms and legs, teeth, eyes, tongue, and finally my lips. Now that I am unable to talk and give him what he wants, he throws me to the dogs, where the last of me is eaten up."
"I fantasized about being captured by an army of lonely soldiers and used by ten thousand men, all in one night. I also fantasized about being ambushed and dragged into an alley to be abused by a gang of thieves. In another fantasy, a pack of wild beasts corners me and devours me. Sometimes, I'd have them devour me slowly over time, feeding on me as need arose."
"Those are just my wilder fantasies, though." Vena traced a finger over Wulv's chest, halting just beneath his lips. "Tamer ones came to mind some time after I discovered your existence. Until you came along, I never thought about what it would be like to truly like someone, to look at a man and desire him. You're the first and only man I've ever found attractive. Once you invaded my thoughts, I didn't just want sexy things done to me, reacting passively to whatever was happening; I wanted to be the one doing the sexy things. I fantasized about sneaking into your room in the middle of the night to suck you off. I fantasized about seducing you during public events until we were kissing in a broom closet."
She sighed. Her expression grew somber for a moment as she remembered another fantasy, the only one of hers that was not sexual, and the first she ever had as a young new goddess. We stand together hand-in-hand on a balcony, watching the last light fade away from the sky.
Silly fantasy.
Vena smirked and bopped him on the nose. "Hm! It's your turn now, milord. What are your fantasies?"
Wulv pressed an elbow against the bed's headboard, listening to Vena with his head resting on a hand. His lips parted to reveal a slight smile as she talked about some of her... craving desires. For a supposedly divine goddess, she had quite the extreme tastes - but Wulv seem didn't mind this at all. In fact, as she spoke about being cut and consumed in he most depraved ways... he almost caught himself biting his lower lip. Under the sheets, his cock was swelling again to a considerable size - provocatively pushing and throbbing against Vena's own soft skin. He was already fantasising about her himself, barely keeping up with her words as he thought of her in more and more devious ways - until she then bopped his nose. He was caught off-guard for a brief moment, as if a bubble had been burst - and Wulv then rolled his head back, trying to stifle a sudden burst of laughter.
"Ah ha... well that's interesting! Not that I hadn't already suspected you wished for such things, but... hearing you say it so unabashedly, and from your very own blessed lips, is something I didn't really expect." His finger dragged across her bare chest, following the shape of her curves, and her pristine goddess mounds. "So, Vena... have you ever wondered why I went to the East, in search for you, and you only? Do you think I brought you as another sacrifice to the might of our empire... or maybe, as something more?" Wulv smirked at her, keeping his touch on her body. "For a mere mortal, your fantasies could only be fantasies, unless they had some sort of death wish. But for a goddess like you... that's not a problem. Then, it would be fun - and not only for you.
"So, my fantasies... Hmm. I think of a woman, beautiful and immortal... for which pain feels like pleasure, driving her mad with lust and passion. I hold her in my arms, pleasuring her with my body... but I'm also cutting and splitting her body, rending it apart. She enjoys every second of it, every wound and thrust of the blade letting a gasp of satisfaction part from her lips in a lover's embrace. When she screams and comes over and over again, her beautiful body already torn to shreds, her eyes roll back in ecstasy. The next morning, she is back. Untouched, unblemished. Unhurt from the previous night... and with a smile on her face." Wulv's breath flutters briefly, and his manhood throbs harder under the sheets as he passes through such erotic fantasies.
"On another day, she rests on a table, looking at me expectantly. She wants to be torn apart, feeling every cut and tear in her perfect body. She wants to be tortured, open, split in half and brutalised. And not only that, but she wants me to consume her as well - eagerly tearing out her flesh, and devouring it. She is flooded with wave after wave of blinding pleasure, writhing, moaning as her orgasming body is desecrated further and further, feeling herself being destroyed, pleasured and eaten all at the same time. A few hours later, what is left of her vanishes... and she returns, as healthy as she's ever been. She walks with a confident sway in her hips, and throws herself on my arms... tired but satisfied."
"It's a fact that, being the Emperor of the West, many women want to take place in my bed. That is because of my power... because of the Emperor. Not because of Wulv." He sighs, somewhat frustratedly. "I could get a dozen women inside the palace, clawing and fighting each other for being the first to be fucked by the Emperor... but the result would be meaningless. Pointless, and empty... boring. Would you understand? Being a goddess such as yourself, I'm sure you had men begging on your doorstep every day... and still, be unsatisfied. So, I also dreamt of a woman that I could call my companion. Someone that I could have at my side."
Wulv then brought a finger up to Vena's lips, pressing it against them. "So now we know what we both like, Vena... Actually, I have an idea. How about you come with me further inside the palace... there's a room I think you would like to see. What do you think about that?"
Wulv rolled back his head and stifled a laugh. "Ah ha...well, that's interesting! Not that I hadn't already suspected you wished for such things, but...hearing you say it so unabashedly, and from your very own blessed lips, is something I didn't really expect." As his finger traced the curves of her body, she gasped when he reached her pristine scoops and explored them with his fingertip. Just his touching her breasts brought out these intense feelings inside her; how much more if the finger were a knife? His member, too, pressed up against her belly, reminding her that she had yet to truly take him. The decision to have patience and wait a little was a difficult one for the goddess.
Vena was rewarded with an intimate confession from the Emperor. "So, Vena...have you ever wondered why I went to the East, in search for you, and you only?"
She raised an eyebrow. So he *was* searching for me only. I'd always suspected it, but it seemed too good to be true. She nodded.
"Do you think I brought you as another sacrifice to the might of our empire...or maybe, as something more?"
The breathtaking way he touched her body told her the answer. Vena bit her lip.
"For a mere mortal, your fantasies could only be fantasies, unless they had some sort of death wish. But for a goddess like you, that's not a problem. Then, it would be fun - and not only for you."
Her lips parted into an "ah." The pieces of the puzzle started coming together. So that's why he treasures me so. He'd fantasized about doing the sorts of things we did together on the altar, but until he found me, his fantasies were naught but fantasies. He and I shared a common problem, then; he could not find a woman able to live through deadly foreplay, and I could not find a man willing to engage in deadly foreplay. It's like we were made for each other. Her face began to flush.
Wulv proceeded to describe his fantasies in exquisite detail. He spoke of a woman, as beautiful as she was immortal, for whom pain was lust and pleasure. He spoke of pleasing her with his body and a knife, savoring her impassioned cries until she returned, unharmed and beautiful as before.
Vena brought a finger to her mouth and bit on it.
Wulv spoke of what he would do to her on the torture table, how he would rip apart and devour her divine flesh, the satisfaction her cries of joy would bring him, and his relief upon seeing her whole again and confident in her prowess. Vena closed her eyes as her other hand began to move between her legs, her imagination running wild. A soft moan escaped her lips. Drawing upon her willpower, she withdrew her hands and contented herself to study the rich muscles in his chest.
Then he added something unexpected. "It's a fact that, being the Emperor of the West, many women want to take place in my bed. That is because of my power...because of the Emperor. Not because of Wulv."
His frustrated sigh pushed against her palms. They don't know what they're missing out on, Vena mused.
"I could get a dozen women inside the palace, clawing and fighting each other to be the first to be fucked by the Emperor," he continued, "but the result would be meaningless. Pointless, and empty...boring. Would you understand? Being a goddess such as yourself, I'm sure you had men begging on your doorstep every day...and still, be unsatisfied."
She pressed her forehead to his chest. I do understand. More than you know.
Then he said: "So, I also dreamt of a woman that I could call my companion. Someone that I could have at my side."
Vena looked up at him, eyes wide with disbelief. Surely the gods mock me. There is just...no way...a man of his power and authority would want a sexy woman for more than just her body. I must be dreaming. As she studied his expression, searching his face for answers, she realized the truth.
And her parted lips drew closer to his.
Perhaps...it isn't such a silly fantasy after all.
Wulv's finger was as close as she got. "So now we know what we both like, Vena," he concluded. "Actually, I have an idea. How about you come with me further inside the palace? There's a room I think you would like to see. What do you think about that?"
Her heart took a flying leap. A private room for just her and Wulv? Now I really must be dreaming. But if so, then...it is a very good dream. I shall entertain it a little longer. Vena giggled and kicked her legs.
Vena's reaction brought a quick chuckle from the war-emperor, unaccustomed to such feisty attitudes - but he found himself enjoying her spirit. "Ah! You wish," he said, throwing his part of the sheets over Vena and trying to tangle her in them further. "When you get out of that mess, I'll already have gone there thrice." His fingers quickly grazed on Vena's soft, warm sex, and then he jumped out of the bed. Wulv's cock bobbed proudly in the air - and as much as it pained him to let it go for now, he proceeded to stuff it back in his clothing. He then took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of his ardent desire for Vena - or at least, until they arrived to that room.
From a closet he took a rich crimson and gold mantle that he threw over himself, and tied it at the neck. It covered him enough keep his undergarments hidden, just so he wouldn't need to put his armour back on again. He also took out a velvety cloak, coloured midnight-blue - which he then presented to Vena. "You might want this when you're walking around in the palace - to avert unwanted attention. Unless you can turn invisible... as I don't remember my guards telling me of any sneaking goddesses in the palace. They should have spotted you otherwise." With a smirk, Wulv then opened the door of his room - and exited it, waiting for Vena to come with him.
"Right. So - this way..." The palace had an almost uncountable number of rooms, each of them connected to a corridor - and this was only on the surface. Beneath, it also had an extensive network of tunnels, cells, armouries and an entire barracks, together with other facilities which only trustworthy officers were aware of. After cornering a few corridors, Wulv stopped in front of a solid cobblestone wall. With one hand he took out from it a flaming torch to illuminate the way - with the other, he pressed down on the metal sconce until there was an audible click. From behind the wall came sounds of grinding rock and falling sand; and then a portion of the wall moved away from them, letting them pass.
"There is usually an open way to reach almost anywhere in this palace - and a couple of hidden ways that serve the same purpose." Wulv then moved through the secret entrance - it seemed to go inside the thick palace walls, and then down underground. There was a sturdy lever on one side, and a large wall-mounted wheel - Wulv grabbed the lever and pushed it with all his strength, slowly closing the entrance, and then reset the mechanism by rotating the wheel a few revolutions. "Follow me down, Vena," he said, holding the torch up high, "and mind your step. These stairs are very narrow." There was only the faintest breeze on the cobblestone tunnels, and almost no other sources of light other than Wulv's torch. There was a spot of light down at the end, but it was quite far away.
At the end of the stairs, there was another corridor - and oddly enough, if wasn't too different from the corridors above. It still had a marbled floor, and smooth walls - quite possibly, the last "level" of the palace before its dungeons and prisons. Only a very thin layer of dust, and the absence of natural light, set it apart from the surface. Though the palace itself was large enough for it to appear relatively empty, this space seemed almost completely deserted - apart from Wulv and Vena's presence. The room was now fairly close - just at the end of this corridor, on the left. Wulv silently moved towards that room and unlocked its door open, it only giving a slight creak in response.
The room inside was pitch-black, without any torches, or windows. Wulv's torch cast a soft glow all around him, but even that wasn't enough to penetrate the darkness, only revealing faint silhouettes of large, amorphous objects. At least, it didn't seem to have any hanging cobwebs, or piles of dust. Once he reached the end of the room, Wulv then tossed his torch forward - landing right into a dormant fireplace. It took a few moments for the fire to catch up, but the room slowly turned brighter, and warmer, more inviting. He then walked back towards the door, and closed it quietly.
The walls of this room were as well-decorated as those on the surface. They were carefully painted in soft tones, and adorned with paintings and golden sconces, while the floor was of a dark-red rich wood, and covered with tapestry. Filling the room, however, were all matter of odd-looking, concealed objects - over which black cloth had been draped, hiding their true shape. "This room doesn't really have a particular purpose," Wulv said. "I mostly use it to store surplus equipment... surplus weapons... like an armoury of sorts." He started to slowly circle around the room, dragging his fingers over the black cloths... and took one out, revealing what was underneath. An arrangement of silver daggers, ordered from shortest to longest, in perfect mint condition and gleaming under the fireplace's flames.
"Then you have something like this, too... not exactly a weapon." His fingers moved over a large object in the middle of the room - and he pulled the cloth away, revealing it as well. From a first glance, it was some kind of rack made of rough wood and steel, with leathery straps to hold someone to. Most likely an instrument of torture, with hinges and folds at specific intervals, iron hooks, and a wooden frame over the main surface. As with the daggers, it too seemed to have been unused. Wulv revealed a few more objects - a set of serrated blades, a few stilettos, a vertical rack, all clean and polished - and tossed the cloths to a corner of the room. He then leaned over a rack's frame, and eyed Vena expectantly with a devious smile. "So what do you think, Vena? Think there's a better use for this room than just storage?"
"Ah! As you wish!" Wulv shot back. He threw a part of the sheets over Vena and got out of bed while she struggled to get free.
"Hey! No fair! Ha ha!"
He added, "When you get out of that mess, I'll already have gone there thrice."
Vena pretended to scowl. "Oh, it is on."
His magical fingers grazed her sex, instantly melting her game-face into a confused, half-mewling mess. "You cheater..." she mumbled. She watched his beautiful butt move off the bed and his cock spring proudly in the air, before both disappeared into a pair of pants. Suddenly, her game-face returned with a vengeance, and the bed covers soon suffered the wrath of the sexually frustrated Goddess.
She almost marched herself right out the door butt-naked had not Wulv presented her with a cloak. "You might want this when you're walking around in the palace - to avert unwanted attention," he explained. "Unless you can turn invisible... as I don't remember my guards telling me of any sneaking goddesses in the palace. They should have spotted you otherwise."
Vena had the grace to blush with mild embarrassment. Wulv smirked, opened the door, and stood aside for her. "Right. So, this way."
They moved through a maze of halls and corridors. Vena made a point of memorizing the palace layout so she could recreate the path. At one point, Wulv halted at a cobblestone wall, where he picked up a torch with one hand and pressed on a metal sconce with the other. Intrigued, Vena stepped beside him and watched in awe as a whole section of wall moved aside on its own.
"There is usually an open way to reach almost anywhere in this palace - and a couple of hidden ways that serve the same purpose," Wulv said.
She nodded slowly, beginning to grasp all the ways this information could be useful. Like for regular secret trysts. They stepped through, where Wulv turned around and pushed a lever that closed the secret entrance. The nearby wheel was apparently a combination lock, which he turned a few times before beckoning to Vena. "Follow me down, Vena, and mind your step. These stairs are very narrow."
She braced one hand on his shoulder and followed him down. The flutters began to build in her chest. Being trapped behind a secret door and led through dark, narrow passages could be interpreted as a prelude to violent sexual torment, were it another man leading her down. But Wulv's concern for her safety, even considering her immortality, offered her a quiet reassurance that he was after more than just her body. Vena allowed herself a broad smile while he wasn't looking. There you go again, giving me another reason to like you.
The staircase emptied out into a corridor not unlike those in the palace above them. At the end of the corridor, and a little to the left, Wulv opened a door, and the two stepped through. Foreign silhouettes rose and lunged under the yellow torchlight around the room. When he cast the torch into a nearby fireplace, the shadows materialized into cloth-covered furniture. The place was surprisingly clean, with only a thin layer of dust coating the decorations. She brushed the dust away on a section of wall, revealing a mosaic of unique colors from the Coronal Islands. Beside it was an abstracted depiction of Islands' conquest. "It's beautiful..." she whispered.
"This room doesn't really have a particular purpose," Wulv said. "I mostly use it to store surplus equipment, surplus weapons, like an armory of sorts." Now curious about what "equipment" Wulv was referring to (and hoping it was something brutal), Vena returned to his side while he paced a circle around the room. He dragged his fingers along the cloths until he found the one he was looking for. He ripped off the cloth, revealing a set of pristine silver daggers. Vena covered her mouth and gasped. She glanced back at Wulv, almost bouncing with excitement. "Are these...to be used on me?"
"Then you have something like this, too...not exactly a weapon." He pulled away another cloth covering, earning a breathless cry from the goddess. She tiptoed up to it and gently touched her hand to its metal. It was a torture rack, a deluxe design complete with straps to hold the victim down, iron hooks, hinges and folds for contorting the victim's body, gutters for channeling blood, drawers for holding instruments or disembodied limbs, and strategic openings for piercing the victim with any sharp object of choice. Vena made to say something like 'It's wonderful,' but such was her excitement that she could not muster enough breath to speak.
Wulv made a devious smile. "So, what do you think, Vena? Think there's a better use for this room than just storage?"
Vena clutched at her chest and shook her head. She covered her mouth, doubled over and squealed. "I love it! IloveitIloveitIloveit!" She skipped up to him and kissed him full on the lips. When they parted, Vena swallowed hard and gasped out, "I am never leaving this room!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.
At length, she released his mouth. Vena assumed her most imperious tone and declared, "I judge this Room a satisfactory offering. It pleases me. Now show me, my lord, how we shall use it!"
His mouth turned into a grin from Vena's command, and yet the Emperor said nothing. His lips kissed hers again, savouring their taste - and Wulv squeezed her harder towards him, the prominent bulge between his legs pushing against Vena's own nude sex. He started to slowly push her backwards as he started to consume his burning lust for her, letting her slowly walk backwards in the room... until she was pinned between him and a cold, iron-covered edge of the rack. A rugged hand behind her back kept his torso close to hers - he could feel every delicate, firm curve of her body with his frame, and her ample breasts pressing on his chest. He passionately kissed her a few last times, inching ever-so closer, his eyes showing Wulv's burning desire to have the sex goddess right there and then.
His hand slowly dragged itself down and across her back, wedging itself between the rack and her round buttocks - some of his fingers falling between them, and coming almost within touching distance of her slit. Then, with a sudden burst of power, he lifted her in the air single-handedly, holding her with that hand - and threw her right on top of the rack, her body slamming against the hole-covered wooden surface. Wulv figured she would enjoy some rough handling - and in fact, so would he. Once she was on top of the rack, he quickly moved towards where her head was resting, and took to strapping her to the table.
He grabbed her wrists, one at a time, and placed time in the table's metal shackles - and then tightened them enough for her soft skin to be squeezed beneath them, and keep her firmly pinned. The holes, combined with some leather straps, would allow him to pretty much bind any part of her he wished - and he wrapped one strap around the holes next to her neck, not letting her head move too much. Wulv then pressed her stomach against the wooden surface, and tightly wrapped another leather strap around it and the table. Vena's slender legs were the last to be tied down to the rough table, with the same iron shackles as her wrists - and spread as wide as the table would allow, fully exposing her moist lips.
Once Wulv had finished tying her down to the table, he already was not wearing any clothes. The mantle and his undergarments were on the floor, and he had undressed himself to be as naked as the goddess. His body was tough, and battered by war, with some faintly visible scars running across his torso. Virile hair covered his chest, strong arms hanging from his shoulders - and his hard cock pointed upwards, begging to taste Vena's flesh. Wulv took two daggers from those that he had uncovered - the longest of the set, untarnished and beautifully decorated, worthy of a goddess - and moved so he would be at Vena's feet.
With almost a smile directed at her, Wulv begun gently poking at her shins with the dagger's tip, almost as if he was prodding her perfect skin with it. And then, it happened - he slowly pushed the tip inside until the skin broke, and the dagger slowly slid inside her leg. He pushed it to its very hilt, the blade of the dagger going through her flesh and coming out under the rack. The other dagger went to the other leg, this time with a quick, powerful stab - and then Wulv, grabbing both daggers by their handles, hoisted himself up on top of the rack and on top of Vena's divine body.
The head of his cock rested against Vena's clit as he crawled on top of her, pinned down to the torture table. Two huge wounds were left on her legs when he took the daggers out of them - not only from having been stabbed with the daggers, but from the jerking motion when Wulv climbed with them. His manhood practically throbbed out of despaired lust when he started rubbing it against her skin - and he started moving the daggers' blades across her body, his mouth kissing one of Vena's breasts. One of the blades got thrusted somewhere inside Vena's hips, even digging itself slightly on the wood - and the other started cutting into the breast Wulv was tending to, carving a deep notch in it. His kisses became more and more intense as the blade dug in - and grabbing a hold of her delicious mounds with his mouth, he then pulled himself upwards, gradually ripping that breast off her chest.
Vena, too, savored the taste of her lord, humming into his mouth as their lips wrestled for dominance. She laughed between kisses as he pushed her back, culminating in a soft "whoop" and a chuckle when he pinned her between the rack and his body. She could feel his desire for her in every fiber of his being - how his cock strained against his clothes, how his mouth devoured hers, how closely he held her to his breast. And Vena, unshackled by the bonds of public perception, was now free to demonstrate just how much she wanted him. And from the way her hips bucked into him, the fervor with which she devoured him, and how she buried her hands in his hair, she wanted nothing else in the world.
Wulv's electric hand trailed down her back until it enveloped her butt cheek, where he drew a finger perilously close to her slit. Vena swooned. Suddenly, he lifted her up with one arm and threw her onto the rack. When her body thudded on the wood, she gave a surprised "whoa" and laughed. Vena drew silent as he took each of her wrists and shackled them down above her head. Then he strapped down her neck, belly, and legs, restraining her in a highly vulnerable position.
But that was not what took her breath away. When Wulv finished binding her, he peeled off his shirt and flung off his trousers, putting on display the full majesty of his immortal form. Vena gaped at him, admiring the way his muscles shifted at the slightest motion. She licked her lips and had to bite down on them at the sight of his erection, and for the first time that day, her restraints felt restraining. She wanted to leap off the rack and ride him until he pleaded for mercy, but the bonds did not budge. She mumbled out a pleading curse as she watched him move to her feet. All pleas died on her lips, however, when Wulv smiled. He took up one of the knives to test her shin, and Vena held her breath. Then, slowly, he dug the point under her pristine skin. She moaned as it pushed deeper, breaking through bone until it came out on the other side. Wulv took the other knife and swiftly stabbed it through her other leg, drawing another moan. Then he hoisted himself up, crawled over her, and took her breast in his mouth.
Even before the knife was introduced, Vena was in heaven. Wulv's lips on her breast brought noises from her throat she never knew she could make. With his cock teasing her just a hair's breadth from entering and powerless to answer her own pleas for satisfaction, Vena revelled in her vulnerability and did not hold back her cries of pleasure, or try to hold back the moisture collecting in her sex. She wanted Wulv to know just how much she loved this. And he was just getting started. When the knife dug into her sumptuous breast, Vena yelped with delight. Blood trickled out through the cut. Wulv bit down on her pert little nipple and pulled, earning quivering wails from the goddess. Breastfat mixed with blood spilled out as he slowly tore the scoop from her chest. The sight of her pride and joy hanging from her lover's mouth sent her over the edge, and a brief but powerful orgasm rocked her world.
To Wulv, her breast would be the most exquisite delicacy he'd ever tasted. Her skin seemed to magically soften to let him bite through it, rewarding him with a sweet savor that would leave one craving more. Beneath it, the lobes of her mammaries burst in his mouth like soft grapes and spilled their milk over his tongue.
She was, in a word, delicious.
Vena chuckled through ragged breaths. "Ha...oh gods...that was...amazing. Don't cut off my....other breast. I want you to- to eat it off me. I want to really feel this."
She danced her hips a little. "Come on, you know you want to. It's like kissing my breast, but with teeth. It'll be fun. And while you're at it..." She paused and bit her lip.
With the immaculate breast now torn and hanging from his mouth, Wulv had the opportunity to taste the goddess's very own flesh. He had expected it to taste of sharp, metallic blood, a sensation he'd gotten used to from all the battles he took part in; it was almost second nature to expect it. But the multiple flavours that her severed breast offered him were far from such reality, and it all tasted... pleasing. Rich and satisfying, like an expensive delicacy. It was neither too soft or too hard, fat and flesh mingling together in a sweet and savoury taste that almost made him consume it in front of her. The though remained on his mind, however, as he brought the breast to a side of the wooden rack; and he leaned in to tear out a single mouthful off of it, before turning his attention back to Vena.
It was nothing like he had experienced before. Each of the alveoli bursted like a crushed cluster of berries, releasing the goddess's sweet, rich milk inside his mouth. It was so rich, in fact, that he could not think of any other food that could bring such fullness of palate - and the slight blood that accompanied it added a spicy undertone to it, like a dessert so much better than those from the palace. "Wow..." he said with halved breath, after merely one bite. "You are quite simply delicious... in more ways than I had expected. I'm definitely going to want more of you... I will have more of you, Vena."
With a smirk, he shifted his weight on top of her and started kissing her other breast, feeling its firm roundness with his tongue... his shaft, throbbing hard between them, was already covered in wetness from both of them. Rocking his hips back and forth, he rubbed it a few more times on the goddess's eager slit, Wulv himself almost going delirious with the desire of taking Vena. One of his hands travelled downwards, holding her hips firmly, and another pressed the wooden board next to her head; he then finally pushed himself forward, the head of his cock parting her nether lips and burying itself deep in her folds.
His head rolled back and he let out a moaning groan, feeling the body of the goddess enveloping and caressing it, pressing on it with its hot insides. Holding onto both her and the table, Wulv then begun rocking back and forth, penetrating her with each trust; taking in the pleasure of feeling Vena's perfect body, and giving her the pleasure of feeling him inside her. The sounds of skin against skin echoed in the small chamber as the emperor and his goddess fucked, his passionate desire for her peaking with each stroke - and keeping the pace and build-up of the thrusting, Wulv lowered his head down to play with her remaining breast again.
It wobbled slightly as his pelvis pounded hers, even restrained to the wrack; his lips caressed its soft surface, almost as if trying to squeeze Vena's full, proud scoop between them. It didn't take long before he had a hold of it, the hard nipple pressing against his cheek, and Wulv then bit hard into it until his teeth cut through her slick, unblemished skin. Once he had his mouth full of her breast's flesh he pulled his head away, ripping a good chunk of it away from her; a trickle of blood, milk and fat trickled through the corner of his lips as he took in and savoured its precious flavour, before swallowing it in front of her. A pleased moan escaped his mouth, his thrusting inside her becoming more intense; Wulv bit out another part of her breast, tearing it out and eating it eagerly, and another one until her chest was bare of any flesh. He playfully licked her resulting wounds and brought his head above hers, a smile on his lips. "After that blessing you gave me, I feel like I have enough both to satisfy and feed you... how about that?"
Vena watched for Wulv's reaction with bated breath. His expression flitted between surprise and contentment as he chewed on his first bite. "Wow..." he whispered at length. "You are quite simply delicious, in more ways than I had expected. I'm definitely going to want more of you - I will have more of you, Vena."
Vena gasped and giggled hard, squirming against the bonds as Wulv positioned himself above her. Laid out beneath him like a sacrifice to the gods, with her delicious body fully exposed and vulnerable to the Emperor's whims, Vena could not have asked for a hotter position to be in. The thrill of being utterly at his mercy, with the imminent promise of that mercy being viciously revoked, made every touch a delicious, looming threat.
"Oh fuuuu-" she groaned when his lips met her breast. While she'd always had a no-crudeness policy (because it wasn't sexy, in her opinion), it was getting harder to hold back. His jaw would close upon her breast, first with lips only, then with dragging teeth, drawing out hot gasps and pleading whimpers. She'd nearly forgotten how amazing it felt, even without the cutting, and briefly wondered how she'd ever gotten by without it.
Wulv braced one hand beside her head, while the other trailed down to her hips. Vena shut her eyes, face reddening by the second as his cock nudged open her folds and pushed in. It felt like losing her virginity all over again. She'd been crushing on Wulv ever since she first learned his name, and fell in love with him that evening on the altar. Making love with him was nothing short of a dream come true. The two of them moaned together, both unable to move for a moment as their bodies processed the divine pleasure coursing through them. Then Wulv began to move. For Vena, it was a revelation. He stretched her open until the pressure on her G-spot alone could have made her climax. Every thrust buried him deep inside her. Vena mewled for him like a lost kitten, babbling strings of blessings, cursings, and everything in between.
Warm pressure bit on her breast. Teeth sank into skin. Her erect nipple tingled in purest bliss before vanishing. Vena looked down to see Wulv reveling in his first bite.
"Ngh- gods!"
She grunted hard and banged her head on the table. Gods, that feels amazing!
He bent down again.
That day, she learned the definition of "fucked silly." With an incredible cock buried in her pussy and a hungry mouth tearing into her tit, Vena climaxed over and over again. Her ecstatic screams echoed through the room as Wulv devoured his lovely sacrifice. It was, as she would describe later, "a religious experience."
He playfully licked her bare chest before bringing his face to hers. "After that blessing you gave me, I feel like I have enough both to satisfy and feed you... how about that?"
Still quivering from her last seven orgasms, she smiled and uttered only one word.
No sooner had Vena spoken when Wulv's hard shaft spasmed and twitched, a few final hard thrusts almost thrashing her lithe body against her restraints before it was left buried deep inside her flesh. Jets of hot cum shot against her insides with each contraction of his pelvic muscles, the emperor groaning in delight as his manhood filled the sex goddess's tight apex with his thick, masculine seed. The offering of the goddess had indeed been generous; he pumped her not until he was empty, but until he was satisfied, and a good amount of cum had no option but to escape past their tight embrace and pool onto the wooden table, his cock still rubbing against her tunnel as if it could do so forever.
Once the bliss of orgasm had somehow subsided, Wulv took the blade on his hand and pushed it past somewhere near Vena's shoulder, going through her flesh and embedding its tip into the wood. The elegantly decorated blade pinned Vena's chest to the rack's surface as the emperor rose over her, further digging its tip past her soft warm flesh. His cock remained deep inside her constricting folds, still taking in the overwhelming pleasure that they offered him; truly, the sensation of having his shaft caressed by the body of the sex goddess was such that he couldn't help but think such delights were to be humbly respected. Maybe even from him, even from the ruler of the West.
With one large hand pressing heavy on her lustful body and another gripping the handle of the decorated dagger, Wulv pulled himself up, his endowed manhood slipping from Vena's tight wet tunnel. A small river of thick cum flowed briefly out of her womb, turning into a shy trickle as it ran across the grooves of the torture rack. He could barely look back at her or her dripping sex without feeling the intense need to pleasure himself and her together again, making love to Vena once more. But he climbed out of the rack and back into the secret room; his throbbing shaft coated in cum and her divine juices, and still eager for more.
And Wulv could guess she still wanted more, as well; oh, how could he resist? With an aroused smile, he moved to a side, eyeing some of the rack's levers while slowly stroking his manhood. He reached out for a wooden pin, and pulled it toward himself; the rack tilted dangerously, no longer staying perfectly horizontal. It was a crude device, but fairly balanced all things considered; only the slightest push of his finger and the wooden board tilted downwards, turning Vena almost completely upside-down with a clunk. Cum, blood and breast milk on the table flowed downwards and dripped from its edge, and Vena's once-perfect breasts tumbled down and slumped on the floor.
The emperor rested his legs on the hard, cold floor, his cock swollen right in front of the goddess's eyes; it throbbed hard and eager as he gently took her head and guided it toward it, letting that smooth and engorged head rest snugly between Vena's velvety lips. A few beads of trickling pre-cum wetted them with that rich, salty taste, and Wulv kneaded her lips with the tip of his cock like so. "It will be my pleasure to give you such offerings, Vena," he said, holding her head with his hand and pushing it towards himself. His cock filled her delicious mouth with its girth, and Wulv breathed hastily as he started pumping it through her plump lips, beads of saliva and cum arching down with the thrusts.
The emperor himself moaned satisfied as his shaft could be seen pushing in and out of her mouth, its ridges slick with his and her juices. But he wasn't done yet; another hand rose upwards and somehow managed to untie the straps that bound her legs and feet. All it took was a gentle push for gravity to do its thing, and with her waist still firmly tied to the torture board her irresistible legs drooped down and hanged above her head precariously. Her hips rotated inwards and her sex and asshole were even more visible and exposed; and then Wulv wrangled that dagger out of the table and her chest, leaving a deep wound where it had been.
Cum was already trickling down from her hole when Wulv rested the blade against her inner lips; the cold, hard metal rubbed against them and pushed her clit side-to-side, dangerously close to breaking skin. And then he just pushed it in, forcibly; the tip dug into her tunnel and pieced it, the rest of the edge cutting against her labia. The blade was buried inside her to the hilt, way deeper than her womb could muster; and together with the thrusts of his cock, Wulv started fucking her with the ornamental dagger, cutting strips and strips of flesh inside her.
A deep, rumbling and powerful moan, and another load of hot cum spurted inside Vena's mouth, and other ones after that; with each twitch he delivered another mouthful of savoury seed inside the sex goddess, feeding her with as much cum as she could bare from his member. The blade had been thrusted viciously in and out Vena's once delicate and exquisite pussy; under her puckering anus, it was now an indiscernible mess of pleasured flesh with the blade left buried deep inside.
A moment passed and Wulv finally pulled his cock up and past Vena's lips, leaving a streak of cum as it brushed against them. "Is this worthy of you?" Looking at her with a smile, the emperor them rose himself up and tilted the table back to a horizontal position, his cock still hard and dangling from between his legs as he undid each of her bindings.
As such, the characterization for both main characters is likely to be different. In the real RP, Wulv tends to put more thought and care into his words, and is generally more eloquent, while Vena tends to be more lively and a tad less shy. Their portrayal here doesn't necessarily reflect how the characters would actually behave in this situation, and is more of an approximation with numerous creative liberties taken. So take this with a grain of salt.
I wrote this to get the brain juices flowing again after the disaster on Sunday. I made the mistake of writing 2-3 great paragraphs on my phone's browser in an area with poor signal. The page went offline, and then automatically reloaded, deleting everything I'd written. As you can imagine, I took a psychological hit, so this fanfiction should help get things moving again.
Wulv and Vena Work Hard
Wulv signed another document, slapped it on a foot-high Done pile, and grabbed another one from a To-Do pile just as high. The evening light had faded behind the horizon, leaving behind a shroud of shadow that stretched toward the palace walls. The flame of a single candle on the study table writhed in a desperate battle to hold back the darkness, but as time wore on, the light retreated further and further until only a flicker remained. Wulv soon found himself squinting and rubbing his eyes, and wondered more than a few times whether to put this off until morning. But whenever he paused his writing, he remembered that for every paper he put his name to, there was a living, breathing human being who depended on it. To procrastinate or fail was a breach of trust, tantamount to breaking his word.
The Emperor never broke his word.
And so Wulv groaned and slapped another signed document on the Done pile. The faint sound of footfalls in the hallway drew his gaze upward for a moment. The most beautiful woman in the world, dressed in nothing but a red silk negligee, folded her arms and leaned on the doorpost. Though he couldn't discern her expression in the darkness, he knew, somehow, that she was smirking at him. The corner of his mouth turned up slightly in response before returning all focus to the document before him. Part of him wanted to answer the woman's wordless request, to carry her to bed and ravish her until morning. But the other part knew he could not abandon his work. Missing even a single day would set a dangerous precedent that would haunt him for years to come. He could not allow himself to fail now.
A minute later, he heard her footfalls draw closer. Her fingers trailed along the edge of the table as she moved behind him. Then, the warmth of her voluptuous breasts enveloped the back of his head as she wrapped her arms around him.
"Not now, Vena," Wulv warned.
A soft, wanting kiss touched his neck. "Why not?" she whispered into his ear.
"I don't have the time. I have to finish this tonight."
Wulv completed the form, set it on the Done pile, and picked up another one.
He could feel her hand slip between his legs, and he emitted a frustrated moan as his hardness strained against his pants. "Vena, please."
The warmth on his head vanished, along with her embrace. For a fleeting moment, he had half a mind to call her back. Suddenly, the sounds of scraping wood drew his attention. Vena had pulled over a chair. She sat down beside him and leaned on the table. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Filling and signing orders."
"For?"
"Various things. This batch is for rations."
She watched him tick off a few boxes, sign his name on the bottom, and set it on the growing Done pile. A few more papers went by before she spoke again.
"Can you delegate that?"
Wulv paused to consider his words. "No...no, not really. My personal approval is needed before any Imperial money can be spent. And that's my rule. Well, technically my grandfather's, but as Emperor, I can make or erase any rule I want. I choose to keep this one, so it's mine now."
"Ah."
A couple more papers reached the Done pile.
"May I help?" she asked.
"Unless you're good at forgery, not particularly."
The next batch of forms requested funds for new weapons. Vena shifted closer. "How do you decide what to put down?"
Wulv hovered the pen over a set of numbers. "This form requests swords, spears, and axes for the Fifth Legion. As you can see here, Commander Curg has specified exactly how many of each kind he wants. If I approve his request, I put a checkmark in the box. If I want to change it, I put a new number in the blank beside it instead. When I'm done, I sign the paper. I trust Curg's judgment, so I'm going to approve everything he asked for." With that, he checked off all the boxes and signed the paper.
Vena nodded. "Neat!"
Wulv breathed a chuckle. "The commanders have much more work than I do. Curg had to have every single weapon in his entire 10,000-man army inspected and counted in order to produce these numbers. And he has to track them before and after every deployment. The amount of paperwork you see here, I only have to do about twice a year. My commanders have to do this once a week."
Vena gasped. "Not so neat."
"Yeah."
Wulv grabbed another form. This time, he didn't check all the boxes.
"Why didn't you approve axes for this one?" Vena asked.
He chuckled. "For Commander Burm? He loses them faster than he loses teeth. Not worth it."
"Why's that?"
"Oh...Burm has his men throw their axes at the enemy instead of using archers like a normal person. The tactic has its perks, I suppose, but the way he uses it, I'd sooner just sell the axes to the enemy for all the good it does. At least then I could make some money out of it."
"Hey, you could buy him some new teeth then."
"Or sell Burm too and save me the trouble."
"I guess you could say he...got the axe."
"Get out." Wulv grinned at her, and she grinned back.
He signed the form, put it on the Done pile, and picked another one. His pen deftly flicked over a few checkboxes and scrawled a few numbers in the blanks before signing it.
"Wow, you're fast," Vena remarked.
Wulv smirked a little as he put the paper on the Done pile. "I've been at it for hours. I'd better be."
Vena stretched out a hand. "Can I try? Just one?"
He picked another form and handed her the pen. "You may know Commander Yetskov. See if you can guess which orders I'd approve."
She studied the form. Yetskov's legion had 9,500 soldiers in it, and he was requesting 5,000 spears, 4,000 swords, and 450 axes. Vena squinted. "The numbers are off."
Wulv nodded. "Good observation. Some of those men are standard-bearers. But I want them all armed. What should I do?"
"Arm them?"
"Make it happen."
Vena put 5,050 swords in the blank.
"Why swords?" Wulv asked her.
"Because they're standard-bearers. I can't imagine trying to swing an axe around while lugging a giant flagpole at the same time."
"Sounds reasonable. Sign it."
Vena looked at him in shock. "Wait, what?"
He gestured to the bottom of the page. "Sign your own name beneath the signature line. As long as my own signature is also on there somewhere, the document is still authoritative. You have my blessing."
She schooled her face into neutrality again. "Got it." Steeling her nerves, she signed the name "Vena" to the document. Wulv followed suit by signing his own name and put the paper on the Done pile. "So? What do you think?" he prodded.
"It's an awesome responsibility. I'm glad someone so amazing is doing it." Vena looked up at him and smiled.
Wulv chuckled and began filling out another form. As the night wore on, he found that the work wasn't as tedious anymore. In fact, he found it...rather fun. Working on it with Vena beside him put a whole new perspective on things. And as he finished signing the last paper and put it on the Done pile, he realized something.
Vena did it on purpose.
"Why did you choose to join me, Vena?" he asked softly.
She twirled a lock of hair in her fingers. "I just wanted to cheer you up is all."
Well, he was in a much better mood than when he began. "It seems you succeeded."
Her hand slipped once again between his legs. "Not quite..."
Wulv grinned. Suddenly, he rose from the chair and picked her up in his arms, earning a surprised squeak. "Oh, but you have," he retorted. Vena giggled madly as he carried her back to his bedroom, where they spent the rest of the night working hard...in other ways.
No sooner had Vena spoken when Wulv's hard shaft spasmed and twitched, a few final hard thrusts almost thrashing her lithe body against her restraints before it was left buried deep inside her flesh. Jets of hot cum shot against her insides with each contraction of his pelvic muscles, the emperor groaning in delight as his manhood filled the sex goddess's tight apex with his thick, masculine seed. The offering of the goddess had indeed been generous; he pumped her not until he was empty, but until he was satisfied, and a good amount of cum had no option but to escape past their tight embrace and pool onto the wooden table, his cock still rubbing against her tunnel as if it could do so forever.
Once the bliss of orgasm had somehow subsided, Wulv took the blade on his hand and pushed it past somewhere near Vena's shoulder, going through her flesh and embedding its tip into the wood. The elegantly decorated blade pinned Vena's chest to the rack's surface as the emperor rose over her, further digging its tip past her soft warm flesh. His cock remained deep inside her constricting folds, still taking in the overwhelming pleasure that they offered him; truly, the sensation of having his shaft caressed by the body of the sex goddess was such that he couldn't help but think such delights were to be humbly respected. Maybe even from him, even from the ruler of the West.
With one large hand pressing heavy on her lustful body and another gripping the handle of the decorated dagger, Wulv pulled himself up, his endowed manhood slipping from Vena's tight wet tunnel. A small river of thick cum flowed briefly out of her womb, turning into a shy trickle as it ran across the grooves of the torture rack. He could barely look back at her or her dripping sex without feeling the intense need to pleasure himself and her together again, making love to Vena once more. But he climbed out of the rack and back into the secret room; his throbbing shaft coated in cum and her divine juices, and still eager for more.
And Wulv could guess she still wanted more, as well; oh, how could he resist? With an aroused smile, he moved to a side, eyeing some of the rack's levers while slowly stroking his manhood. He reached out for a wooden pin, and pulled it toward himself; the rack tilted dangerously, no longer staying perfectly horizontal. It was a crude device, but fairly balanced all things considered; only the slightest push of his finger and the wooden board tilted downwards, turning Vena almost completely upside-down with a clunk. Cum, blood and breast milk on the table flowed downwards and dripped from its edge, and Vena's once-perfect breasts tumbled down and slumped on the floor.
The emperor rested his legs on the hard, cold floor, his cock swollen right in front of the goddess's eyes; it throbbed hard and eager as he gently took her head and guided it toward it, letting that smooth and engorged head rest snugly between Vena's velvety lips. A few beads of trickling pre-cum wetted them with that rich, salty taste, and Wulv kneaded her lips with the tip of his cock like so. "It will be my pleasure to give you such offerings, Vena," he said, holding her head with his hand and pushing it towards himself. His cock filled her delicious mouth with its girth, and Wulv breathed hastily as he started pumping it through her plump lips, beads of saliva and cum arching down with the thrusts.
The emperor himself moaned satisfied as his shaft could be seen pushing in and out of her mouth, its ridges slick with his and her juices. But he wasn't done yet; another hand rose upwards and somehow managed to untie the straps that bound her legs and feet. All it took was a gentle push for gravity to do its thing, and with her waist still firmly tied to the torture board her irresistible legs drooped down and hanged above her head precariously. Her hips rotated inwards and her sex and asshole were even more visible and exposed; and then Wulv wrangled that dagger out of the table and her chest, leaving a deep wound where it had been.
Cum was already trickling down from her hole when Wulv rested the blade against her inner lips; the cold, hard metal rubbed against them and pushed her clit side-to-side, dangerously close to breaking skin. And then he just pushed it in, forcibly; the tip dug into her tunnel and pieced it, the rest of the edge cutting against her labia. The blade was buried inside her to the hilt, way deeper than her womb could muster; and together with the thrusts of his cock, Wulv started fucking her with the ornamental dagger, cutting strips and strips of flesh inside her.
A deep, rumbling and powerful moan, and another load of hot cum spurted inside Vena's mouth, and other ones after that; with each twitch he delivered another mouthful of savoury seed inside the sex goddess, feeding her with as much cum as she could bare from his member. The blade had been thrusted viciously in and out Vena's once delicate and exquisite pussy; under her puckering anus, it was now an indiscernible mess of pleasured flesh with the blade left buried deep inside.
A moment passed and Wulv finally pulled his cock up and past Vena's lips, leaving a streak of cum as it brushed against them. "Is this worthy of you?" Looking at her with a smile, the emperor them rose himself up and tilted the table back to a horizontal position, his cock still hard and dangling from between his legs as he undid each of her bindings.
When his cum struck her cervix filled her with load after load, he made her scream his name until her mouth hung open soundlessly. He didn't stop cumming, and she didn't want him to stop. To be filled so perfectly, so completely, by the one man in the world she loved more than any other, and to climax with him for minutes on end, was a wondeful taste of paradise she'd never forget. Was it worthy of her? Vena could have laughed at the absurdity of the question. She should have been asking whether she was worthy of him. The goddess could have rested her laurels on him and proclaimed Wulv the new sex god for how amazing he made her feel.
And he hadn't even stopped there. Just the taste of him was enough to drive her wild. When he'd shoved his beautiful cock between her lips, Vena moaned at all the delicious, silky goodness filling her mouth. Every thrust was a caress on her tongue and a kiss on her throat. When he came again, her taste buds sang at the delectable sweetness pouring over them. She'd nearly forgotten how much she wanted- no, needed- to drink him. Was it worthy of her? The better question, Vena decided, was whether her mouth was worthy to receive him.
If the bliss had ended there, Vena would have been ready to worship him as god twice over. But he still wasn't done. While he gave her a good fucking in the mouth, he'd taken a knife to her delicate pussy. Gods above, there was no feeling like it in the world. Her muffled screams and violent shudders could never fully convey the depths of pleasure he'd given her. Wave after wave after wave of orgasms ripped through her body. The moment he pierced her clit blew her mind. The cold, sharp steel tearing through her most delicate place was one of her favorite fantasies, and it proved better than she'd ever imagined. Was it worthy of her? Vena would sell her soul for him to do that again. It was more than worthy - she was in his debt.
Vena waited to answer him until all the bindings were removed. The moment she was free, she shoved him to the floor and crawled on top of him, not even caring to heal her injured limbs yet. Her eyes locked with his while her hands roamed over his body. Still gasping for air, she managed to grunt out, "Hell no. I hope to be worthy of you." With a naughty grin on her face, Vena leaned down and pulled him into an impassioned kiss. While their eyes closed, she took the opportunity to restore her figure, so by the time he reopened them, he was in for a treat.
She nuzzled into his neck and giggled. "Holy gods, that was amazing! I'll be walking bow-legged for a week. You, my liege, must be suitably repaid for all the delicious orgasms you gave me." Vena wandered a lone finger over his chest. "Seriously though, was I worthy of you? Does my body live up to its divinity?"
Her satisfied screaming and uncontrolled shudders brought to Wulv's face a pleased smile, one that had more behind it than just the pleasure of enjoying the goddess's sex, even when his cock had been wedged firmly in her mouth. The sharp and cruel dagger had brought her to and beyond the climaxes of usual, and for him, it was somewhat a new sensation to be able to give her those pleasures, as much as she could handle. For an emperor of a warring and bloodstained empire, used to nothing but conflict and head-rolling... it felt good to "pay" such devious attention to the goddess, and revel in it together with her.
When she crawled on him, her breath heavy, Wulv was almost as spent as her. Most men could not endure the smallest touch of the goddess's body and its tending secrets, and yet he had offered his manhood to her twice... and fed of her most feminine features. Even with her blessings, it took a hard toll, and it didn't took much effort from her to lay him on the ground. Her kiss was passionately answered by his own; his arms behind her held her tightly against him in an almost crushing squeeze. When his lips parted, she was as pristine and immaculate as before... a fair and glowing goddess of sex, pleased. He had no choice but to smile back as she nuzzled against his neck, letting her rest on top of him. "You turn out to be more than what I expect," he said, a large, rugged hand of his tracing the deep and shapely curves of her nude back. "I do think you are more than capable of being the emperor's... hmm, confidant."
Her large, perfect breasts were intact as before, and pressed gently against his own frame. Wulv pressed one of his fingers on their soft, pale surface, and drew out a smile. "Good thing we have those back," he said with a chuckle, "they make a flawless addition to your already stunning beauty, Vena." He peeked at the goddess's chest for a while longer, and then his brows furrowed in thought. "Still, that is not the only beauty in you... it's not the only thing you bring." His finger went from he breasts to her delicate and fine-featured face, tracing the mounds beneath her eyes and her nose. Wulv's eyes locked themselves onto hers, his other hand caressing her hair from behind. "You bring something... that I don't think I've ever had. Or this empire, for that matter." He traced her lips, partially opening them... pulling her in for a last, drawn-out kiss, and then lifting himself up from underneath her.
"You have already repaid me," Wulv said, giving a slight chuckle, "mostly. I will want more." The dagger that Wulv had used was laying on the ground, with a few stains of blood in it; he wiped them with his finger, licking its sweetness afterwards. "Better not to let these rust," he said, pulling the velvety blanket that had covered the daggers and using it to clean the blade fully. "The rack, though... well, hmm. I suppose it adds a touch of... rustic charm to it. Don't you think? Might as well worry about it tomorrow." Indeed, the rack bore the obvious signs of fresh wounding and heavy torture, staining the hard, dark wood. Little would the servants know that it had been so different from that. The fireplace would burn out soon, as well. Wulv extended an hand towards Vena, beckoning her to be with him; he then held her against himself, nude as she was, and set to open the door to the hidden corridor outside. There, at this time of night, there would be little chance of being seen by any guards or servants in the palace. "Now, goddess Vena... what say you about sharing the emperor's bed with himself?"
"You turned out to be more than I expected. I do think you are more than capable of being the Emperor's...hmm, confidant."
Confidant? Vena looked up at him and lifted an eyebrow. She hadn't expected him to speak his mind so plainly. The Emperor always seemed like the sort of person who kept his cards close to his chest. To be asked in such an unobtuse manner to become witness to his innermost thoughts was, at once, a breathtaking responsibility and incredible honor. Vena snuggled closer to him, enveloping his arm between her breasts. Could he be my confidant too? Perhaps it is too soon to tell. We have only known each other for two days; whether he will betray my heart or cherish it, I cannot tell. But no matter what he does with me, my heart belongs to him. Whether I am able to protect Wulv's heart is the only question I need to answer.
Her musing was pleasantly interrupted when Wulv pressed a finger to her breast. "Good thing we have those back. They make a flawless addition to your already stunning beauty, Vena."
She knew she was beautiful, but hearing Wulv say so unabashedly felt uniquely good. Vena smiled and kissed his shoulder. "Thank you! I worked hard on them," she joked. She tucked away a mental note to cultivate the appeal of her rack in the future.
"Still..." Wulv continued, "that is not the only beauty in you. It's not the only thing you bring." He drew his finger up from her breasts to gently touch her face. Her heart began to flutter.
"Surely you jest, my liege..." she breathed. People only ever saw her for her body, never for her personality. The idea that someone would want her for both seemed so outlandish that, even for someone as straightforward as Wulv, it could only be nothing more than an attempt at humor. But his expression showed none of a joker's tells. No follow-up smile, no "I jest" correction, just a pure, level gaze. Their eyes met.
He reached up to stroke her hair. When his fingers began to sift through her tresses, a soft moan slipped out of her. Vena never imagined that there was any such thing as a non-sexual caress, but there it was, calming her like a baby in the arms of its mother. She didn't realize her eyes had closed until the deep, rich voice of her lover drew her attention. "You bring something...that I don't think I've ever had. Or this empire, for that matter." Wulv traced her lips with his finger, settling on her lower lip where he gently pressed in silent command. Starstruck, Vena willingly obeyed.
Surely they had kissed before. There shouldn't have been anything new here. Yet, as his breath mingled with hers, as their lips brushed just a hair's breadth apart, his tender warmth embraced her, and Vena's spirits soared as high as on the day they first met. For her, it sealed his unspoken promise - that he did not intend to use and discard her. Vena was here to stay. When at last they parted and Wulv got to his feet, she discovered that she did not want to stop kissing him. Her hands caught thin air as she reached out to bring him back.
Then he said the magic words: "You have already repaid me...mostly. I will want more."
Vena bit her lip as her body began to warm up again. He wanted more? He'd get more. She got on all fours and slowly crawled toward him, a smirk forming in her lips. "What's stopping you? You are my Master, after all," she taunted.
Wulv wiped her blood off each of his daggers with a finger and licked it off. "Better not to let these rust." He's teasing me. Vena chuckled and crawled closer. "Maybe I'm a little rusty too..."
The Emperor didn't bite. Ooh, he was definitely teasing. "The rack, though... well, hmm. I suppose it adds a touch of... rustic charm to it. Don't you think? Might as well worry about it tomorrow." He offered her his hand.
"That won't be the only rack you'll be worrying about tomorrow." With a wry smile, Vena took his hand and rose to her feet.
As she eased into his comforting embrace, Wulv whispered in her ear, "Now, goddess Vena... what say you about sharing the emperor's bed with himself?"
Vena looked up at him, a merry twinkle in her eye.
"Goddess Vena says the blanket is hers."
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As the two settled down for the night coccooned in each other's arms, Vena took this quiet moment to digest everything that had happened. Yesterday, she met the man of her dreams - Emperor Wulv, the bloodthirsty dictator who sacrificed beautiful women on his altar. She'd fantasized for centuries about such a man, and then suddenly, there he was, on her doorstep. That night, and in the hours after, they indulged in her wildest fantasies, tearing her apart both on the altar and on the torture rack. He'd given her pleasures far beyond anything she'd ever experienced in her life. For that, she had sacrificed her freedom. From now on, she owed him her body, her life, her everything.
Including her love.
There was no question she was infatuated with him. As a woman, it was hard not to be - after all, she orgasmed with him buried to the hilt inside her. He tantalized her lusts in every possible way, from his sculpted body and masculine features, to his gentlemanlike manners and sexual prowess. Women back in her country could have gotten off just from looking at him. But did she love him? The question made her squirm. She certainly wanted to. There wasn't anyone else like him in the world. He gave her everything she ever wanted, and more. But would she still care for him if he lost any one of his traits? Would she still care for him if he lost his rugged good looks, his gentlemanlike manners, or his sexual prowess?
Probably not, she admitted to herself. While the persona she showed the public was that of a sex-starved nymph, the woman inside still prided herself on holding true to a higher standard. Unwavering loyalty, uncompromising truth, and unconditional love were the three principles she strove for. Yet, when fate saw fit to reward her with a man who gave her all her greatest desires, she threatened to compromise all three principles.
I can't do that to him. No way.
Vena exhaled and snuggled closer into Wulv's body. He still smelled like sex. It smelled good. Could she allow other women to enjoy him like this? That would be an interesting test of her principles. On the one hand, the Emperor should be allowed to have as many concubines as he wanted. As the official goddess of sex, it was her duty to help him. The thought did not wholly repulse her - Wulv was amazing in bed, and she wanted other women to enjoy him. Watching him pleasure other women could be almost as fun as doing him herself. But on the other hand, Wulv might be offended if she wasn't jealous for his affections. He might take it to mean she didn't care enough to want him only for herself.
Perhaps a compromise was in order. He could have sex with any other woman he wanted, and she'd help him, but his heart belonged to her. Could she ask that of him? Even that didn't sit right with her. She was his slave. She didn't deserve his heart. He could use and discard her whenever he saw fit, and she could have no response but to bow down and thank him for the ride. If she wanted his heart, she would have to earn it.
And in earning his heart, she would show him unconditional love.
Ah. I knew there was a trick to it.
Vena slept until the first trickle of sunlight dipped through the window.
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