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Night in Volkenon wasn't much different from daytime. The darkness of the infernal caverns left the raging flames and lava flow as the only light source, and in the halls thereabouts, the blue lanterns hanging from the ceiling. But this night was different.
Gwendolyn was seated in back upon a phoenix rider. After the Vulcans had their fun with her, she had been made to disrobe out of her armor. At that point, too weak to resist, she let them touch all over her, relished in the feeling of becoming naked before her new lovers, hoping they would ravage her as much as they wanted. But in the buff with both of them, hoping to be used, instead they brought out her wedding clothes.
But nothing quite like any wedding before. She wore a white miniskirt that clung to her shapely behind, it was so sheer so that you could see her skin underneath, and she felt the underside of her cheeks ready to fall out of the skirt at any time, that's how small and tight it was. As well she sported a pair of long white gloves, with blue leggings and a pair of white high heeled boots as well, the perfect mix of style and allure, as well as two golden frills on the sides of her miniskirt. If it weren't for her current captivity, she might have found it fun to wear around lover, that dark knight.
But her torso was bare naked. Her hair was left untouched too, and wearing her crown that symbolized her status as a princess of Ragnanival, it felt like just another weight from her father's machinations. Without her magic valkyrie armor, she was bereft of her wings, the one key that might allow her to escape. Having been denied anymore loving touches and too proud to beg for more, Gwendolyn's sanity slowly returned to her and the reality of her situation hit her hard. As she left that room with the Vulcans, she had made to reach for her Psypher. But her new handmaidens were moving her fast and then she was out of that chamber altogether where the phoenix rider waited for her.
Amidst the towers wreathed in flame, the denizens of the lava pits were all gathered to watch. The volcanoids, the salamanders, and the fire spirits were all clustered together, roaring and cheering. Gwendolyn felt their hooting and hollering and moved her arms over her naked breasts. But in that searing heat and her body still under the influence of that potion, she was filled with a perverted sense of desire at the lewd cries from her audience.
Something in her tingled at all the hollering. Under her arms, her nipples were so hard, and away from the strict regimentation of Nebulapolis and the valkyries, there was a growing sense of wanting to bare her breasts before them, to let them all see it and bathe in the attention. The heated air of Volkenon felt so good on her skin and there was a deep desire to feel that same warmth in her tits. But she knew such thoughts were inappropriate, not fitting for valkyrie, let alone a princess, and certainly not given her current predicament. Gwendolyn would not give that side of her any heed.
Flying past the rest of the kingdom, the firebird set down in the grand hall of the palace. The same types were assembled around her, along with other Vulcans. Before her was a closed gate. As Gwendolyn looked about her, she was able to take in just how few humanoids were around her. Indeed the only thing resembling actual people were the Vulcans and the driver of the phoenix rider herself.
What kind of man is Onyx?
She didn't have much time to ruminate on that thought. Not when the gate was opened wide before her and she was made to move forward. On the other side was a wide open area of cliffs and streams of flame under a night sky coated in smoke and falling flares, but unbeknownst to her, this was where Onyx had been birthed into Erion, a being of pure fire. Here was where her wedding was to be held.
Indeed the king was waiting for her. The dead newborn dragon Leventhan lay at his side. Contrary to his great boast earlier, he was nowhere near as triumphant as he had made to appear, he was breathing hard and there were claw marks on his naked chiseled torso. But he still stood tall, smiling with happiness at the sight of her nudity. Her white wedding dress complimented her perfectly, the blue stockings going so well with everything, and for reasons known only to himself, he smiled at the golden frills on the side of the skirt.
“Welcome princess! Did you find the services of my handmaidens to your satisfaction?”
Her face was hit with a storm of red in the golden glow but she said nothing.
He continued. “After I slew the beast, I took the crown that adorned it's head. And breaking it apart, I reforged it into these in the fires of Volkenon!” He held up two golden pins, they were small yet had spikes on both ends, for him to make these on his own. “These will be the symbols of your new royalty.”
“What...?” she said, at a loss.
“My sisters are denied the right to bear their chests as a symbol of their service. But as my queen, you are granted that right. And to symbolize your new oath to me, you will bear them with pride.”
She knew what he meant. “You can't mean...”
His smile broadened and advanced so that he was only inches away from her. She could feel the heat of his naked torso on her skin, and it exhilarated her. That need for pleasing her father had never went away even after wedded to someone as good as Oswald “Yes I do! I think you will find them a far more fitting sign of love for our wedding than the ring Titrel.”
She was hit with a wave of shame remembering Oswald. And she felt trepidation on what lay in store for her. He held her chin so she was forced to regard him. “I know a valkyrie in the service of King Odin has endured worse things. And of all the things my sisters did to you, I know they left you unspoiled.” His great hands massaged her naked teats, and she gasped, her body had been aching for stimulation since parting with the Vulcans and now she was having it. He continued to grope her, and it was only in seconds that her nipples got stiff, protruding out.
“I-Inferno King, please...!” She tried to control herself, from letting her voice be wracked with excitement.
“No more of that,” he said, inching closer. “From now on, you will call me Onyx.”
Before she could say anything, he kissed her. He was forceful from the beginning, pushing her lips open with his mouth, but she also knew that she opened her mouth on her own to accommodate him easier than she would have liked. Just like the Vulcans, he was very passionate. But ever since she arrived here, none of them had been as vigorous with their touches as he had. They had only teased her while he was more than ready to molest her flesh as he saw fit.
Already in a compromising situation, the fertility potion's effects was strong inside of Gwendolyn. She found herself returning his passion with her own before she even knew it, it was like her body was on autopilot. As that was going on, he had taken her nipples in between his fingers and probed them with his fingers. Each second her flesh became more and more excited.
She was finally within his power. He had held her captive once under a sleeping spell. But she would not stir to his control, would not love him as he had desired. Upon hearing that all three of the wise men had perished in various ways, he ventured to the netherworld. Even the dead trembled at his fiery presence, for his infernal shadow and the icy reaches of Odette's claw were both enough to serve as triggers to armageddon. There he found the remnants of the three wise men.
They were so desperate to escape. Onyx's power was enough to make the queen pause, he was in a position to threaten her and get away with it and she knew it. He had come seeking knowledge and they were more mercenary and deceitful than Odin herself. He promised them freedom if they could help him make a potion to make someone's flesh crave the touch of a man, anyone, just to have that satisfaction. In their current situation and having succeeded with the Darkova spell long ago, they were all too happy to cooperate and tell him how to craft it. .
For all his shortcomings, he was a man of honor. But these wizards were not men of honor, let alone men anymore and reviled in the world of their living for their treachery and in their current pathetic state, they would seek asylum with him. From this netherworld of ice to his underworld of fire. To that offer, he told Odette that if they were lying to him that he would return and grant them further torment than she could offer, and the queen of the dead laughed merrily at that idea. But while they were not pleased to remain in the realm of the dead, they did take much delight at having given him that knowledge. As soon as they had talked, they had heard him muttered Gwendolyn's name. They may have been consigned to eternal torment in the netherworld, but through this man, Odin's daughter would not be safe from their tricks.
Onyx left Endelphia very happy himself. He went to painstaking measures to concoct the wise men's brew. The resulting brew was a potion not even the prophecies could have ever predicted. The scent alone had driven his Vulcan sisters wild with lust and they were fornicating on the floor on the spot.
Gwendolyn was much the same way now. He could feel her trying to resist the effects that had come over her, to maintain some stately warrior's dignity, her royal pride, she wasn't giving her all. But she was affected, she would not behave this way otherwise. More than any power from this potion, it was Gwendolyn's own submissive nature, something she had concealed from everyone else that drove these new feelings raging in her heart.
Gwendolyn winced when she felt a stinging sensation in her nipples. She already knew what it was, Onyx's hands ardently pinned them with the mark of his queen, but in her current situation and enraptured with desire beyond her control, she barely registered the pain, and then phozons floated in the air, the latent power within Levanthan's crown and healed what little wound there was. The life energy active, her breasts shuddered with the sensation, they might as well have gathered around one of the many fruit crops she had planted in her journeys. That perfect mix of pleasure and pain, all it did was awaken another kinky want inside her flesh.
And another too. While they were sharing their wedding kiss, he moved one of his hands down her bare flat stomach, chiseled and perfect in a way that Mercedes and Velvet could only have wished for, and admired her physique. It tickled something inside her to have him venerate her in that way.
But he wanted something else. Moving lower, he moved his hand down the miniskirt and found her pubic mound, totally naked. He moved his hand upward, running his fingers through her white hairs, perfectly groomed and trimmed as befitting a princess. The feeling of his fingers that close to her vagina, Gwendolyn was reminded of how the Vulcans had played with her, but with him touching her bare skin, she was so much more sensitive. He could feel it too, could feel her shaking, but not with fear.
“You must run!” shouted the bird, that voice always seemed to be mocking her in the past and now it was screaming at her, begging her. But a man's tongue stirring deeply in her mouth awakened a passion that no matter what the wrongness of her current situation was felt so very right as opposed to her perverted and sheer longing with the two Vulcans toying with her, her nipples were hard and pierced with his wedding gift and now he was touching her naked flesh where those two women had only teased her. Each second he played with her hair down there, a part of her longed to feel him inside her.
He would grant her that wish. Onyx slipped his digits into her moist vagina. Gwendolyn had to throw her head back to cry out from the newness of that feeling, the Vulcans had teased her but the king was touching directly inside of her. His eyes were focused on her face like a predator and he tightly locked his hand with hers while he continued to poke inside her.
Gwendolyn uttered a helpless wail when Onyx poked deeper inside her wet folds. The feeling was exquisite and no little bird would be able to tell her otherwise. But he had a reason for being happy too, he had found her sacred maidenhood, untouched by any man and in the many rough and tumble throwdowns she had squared off in. More than Oswald's surrender and having her at his mercy, he knew that for this reason this day would be marked in her forever.
He pressed his fingers in deeper and she would have fallen if not for his hand locked over hers. He felt her hymen pierced, he felt the quivering in her vagina, and knew that this act of violation had brought her to climax. Watching her squirm, she looked nothing like a warrior in King Odin's court.
He swiftly withdrew his fingers. Looking at them dripping in that sacred red elixir, he sucked on them, tasting her innocence. At that point Gwendolyn was struggling to stand. She faintly looked up at him in a mix of confusion and hesitation.
Onyx kissed her again. Gwendolyn could not begin to resist, body and mind she was defeated. She could taste the remnants of her hymen on his tongue, and passionately flicked her tongue back on his in a mix of shame and masochistic want. Before she knew it, she was moving herself forward on him. Her naked breasts and pierced nipples up on his muscular chest.
That was all the signal he needed. When he parted lips with her, there was a thin line of spit between their tongues. She was unable to look away from him, her mind had fallen fully under the potion's spell. There was only one thing she wanted now.
“Come my queen,” he cooed. “It is time for our nuptials.”
“Yes...” she said. He dropped his pants on the spot, baring his erect cock before her. Gwendolyn gasped upon glimpsing it, it was the first time she had laid eyes on a penis for real. She was so amazed by it that she had forgotten all about the piercings in her nipples and how her innocence was taken away minutes earlier. All she could look at was it.
Taking her wrist, he moved her hand to his pecker. She was transfixed by it, the shape and thickness of it on her hand and how hot it was too. She even looked a little intimidated by it.
Still holding her wrist, he cupped her face. “Touch it. I know my sisters gave you some practice.”
Gwendolyn only nodded her head. She ran her fingers over the head, and slowly began moving her grip back and forth over the shaft. Onyx groaned feeling his lady's hands on his member, but more than that the gloves she wore were exquisitely soft on his skin. In tandem with how nervous her touches were, no stranger to women himself he was getting very excited.
She couldn't believe she was touching this lewd thing. It was so big and hard in her hands, the frenzied excitement she felt with the two Vulcans was nothing compared to the mix between innocence and eagerness she felt now, a desire far more potent than the wild libido stoked by the fertility potion. Amidst the natural heat of that terrain, the hot flesh and lusty smell of his manhood was becoming more apparent than that.
“Prove yourself my love.”
Gwendolyn got down on her knees without a second thought. The gravely floor would have chafed her legs if not for the leather boots she wore. After eating pussy, she still couldn't believe she was looking this close at a penis. Tonight was an evening of many new things.
Sticking her tongue out, she licked him for the first time. The taste was far stronger than the Vulcans' nether regions by far, eating pussy was just something she had been subjected to, much like that little bird asking her to be disobedient to her father. But down on her knees with a real dick, that spoke to her instincts.
She continued her fellatio. At first she gingerly licked the opening of the head and around it. Each lick, her heart beat faster and with every passing second, she wanted more of it. It wasn't long before she had taken the head wholly into her mouth.
Onyx had better fellatio in the past. But that was not what intrigued him right now. Watching Gwendolyn suck a dick for the first time was such a precious moment, and he knew that she was learning in real time on him. It wasn't long before she was bobbing her head back and forth.
She was barely sucking off the shaft. And yet for her to get this bold with no real command from him beyond to service her king, there was a marked change in her mood. Even with this sloppy level of cocksucking, it was clear that she was fast adjusting to becoming his.
He put his hand on the back of her head and moved her head further down still. Gwendolyn was becoming comfortable with sucking dick on her own terms, but she obeyed, sucking further down on his meat stick. It was a bit awkward at first, but she moved her head down on him farther in her own way.
While blowing him, she moaned. The heat in her breasts and her twat grew just as she was eating his cock more and more. Onyx groaned from it, he was being touched on something beyond a physical level. He hadn't taken any fertility potion prior to reuniting with Gwendolyn, but he was fast approaching an orgasm.
Gwendolyn could sense his incoming peak. She had become focused in her blowjob, but his meat twitching in her mouth, she had to pause from the swiftness of it, she didn't know if she should go down further or move back. Before she could react, he came, blowing his load deep in her mouth.
It was too much for her. She had to move her head back, taking his prick out of her mouth, only for him to blow several more loads right on her face. Her flawless unblemished face and platinum hair, his white spend on her face looked so very appropriate. She made to wipe it off but he cupped her chin, and she looked up at him, her wide eyes and perfect features decorated with cum shining like jewels in the red firelight all around them just as perfect as the nipple rings he had given her.
He applied just the slightest bit of pressure on her chin and she understood the gesture, standing up once more. She was looking at his penis, it was still hard and he wasn't going soft anytime soon, he really was a man amongst men. For Onyx that was particularly true, despite his appearance, he was made of far stronger stuff than he appeared and even after cumming, he didn't feel like he was going limp anytime soon.
He wanted more. Moving forward, he picked her up by the waist. Gwendolyn gasped as he lifted her up in the air. She knew exactly what was going to happen, and she knew she couldn't back out. She didn't know why that was, in her flustered situation she couldn't begin to think of Oswald. She tried to think of the right words, to appeal to what sense of mercy Onyx had and ask him to be gentle.
But she was in no position to ask anything. He tore all the way inside of her. Gwendolyn shrieked from his length now fully inside of her, her body had been touched and fondled since arriving here, but everything that happened prior was nothing compared to the reality of a cock being inside of her cunt for the first time. Now she was truly no longer a maiden.
And it was wonderful for him. He already knew Gwendolyn was a virgin, but feeling it was another thing entirely, her walls were so tight it was like they were sucking at his dick already. Reaching further and grabbing her rump, he began pumping back and forth in her vagina.
Gwendolyn had no choice but to hold onto him to keep up with his cock plowing her pussy. Holding onto his shoulders, she wrapped her legs around his back. Onyx had been grunting while giving it to her, but feeling her surrendering another part of herself to him, he smiled savagely and only got louder, unleashing his feral masculine nature as he stuffed all the way to the end of her cunt with every thrust.
He became very attentive to her. Her nipples were still hard and he sucked on them hard, the flesh and the metal both, he could feel her body quivering in his embrace, her pussy clinging to his prick. The rate they were doing it and Volkenon's natural heat, the cum had dried off her face long ago and her beautiful features was bare in that fiery glow, broken and crying out. It got so bad that Gwendolyn had no choice but to hold onto him even more. Not a thing of real desire, but something she was forced to endure even if he was able to drive her to pleasure.
While she was there, her face so close to his, he whispered into her ear, “Your Oswald is safe thanks to you.” Those words had the intended effect. She kissed him deeply, a thing of relief and gratitude and betrayal that didn't care for anything beyond the joy in the moment, allowing herself to let loose and forgot any nobility of intention her tongue violently probing in his mouth where in any other circumstance, she would have the mind to stab his spear down her throat. Gwendolyn clung to him, screaming now, what she uttered was something close to words. They would have been unintelligible to anyone else watching, but Onyx understood them very well, they were cries to her beloved. Even now as she was fucking another man like crazy, she still held him in some place in her heart.
Onyx was already hitting another peak. Gwendolyn's nails were digging into his back, but he was made of stronger stuff to care about something like that and what little pain he felt only encouraged him more. Not that it mattered. She couldn't have escaped him with how his hands were on her ass and holding her close, and she was gripping onto him, every wild hump between them driving that cock of his deeper inside of her. With her small height compared to his, holding onto him for dear life she looked much like an infant holding onto her father.
The thunder in her nether regions was getting worse. She knew he was going to cum and soon, and all hesitation had given way. It was all she could think about and she went at it with him harder, she was like a fireball of energy, only wanting one thing.
The moment Onyx's cock throbbed against her walls in those seconds before he came, Gwendolyn screamed in ecstasy at the inevitable. Already in a high state of energy, her voice broke when his semen filled up her cunt, it felt like it was ripping through her entire body. A seasoned warrior, being creampied was like nothing she had ever felt, his cream was so thick and hot, that dick still plowing in her, her holding onto him it was like her hips and hands moving on him had a life of their own. Easily the most intense orgasm she ever had, all that teasing with the Vulcans was like some little girl's daydream compared to this.
She was still wrapped tightly around. He liked that, she looked good clinging to a man. He whispered in her ear, “I wonder if your Oswald were to see you now, would you still be able to say you love him?”
Still writhing in climax, Gwendolyn was at an emotional high. But those words made tears stream down her face, all she could think of herself was as Onyx's personal harlot to do with as he pleased. Love, shame, guilt, ecstasy, despair, and happiness, she felt all of it in seconds over and over again, stronger than she ever had in her life. Her sister's death and her feelings towards her own father were nothing compared to this.
Her nails had broke the skin of his back in that torrid embrace. But he didn't care, he didn't feel any pain. He let go of her ass and pushed her back. Gwendolyn barely stopped herself from collapsing, that was how wobbly her legs were. No amount of battlefield experience could have prepared her for this.
Then Onyx lay down. His dick still standing right up, his cum was dripping down her inner thighs, Gwendolyn knew exactly what was to come next and it was all she could think about. It was a thought that occupied her mind so much that she couldn't focus that her new husband was lying naked on the rocky ground.
No longer thinking of Oswald, she moved forward. Hovering over him, she slowly lowered herself down. She had forgotten all about the heat of Volkenon, but that her pussy that close to his penis after all that illicit sex, she was reminded of it all the same. Only having recently become a woman, she was far more eager to prove what she had learned.
She lowered herself until her pussy was hovering mere centimeters from the top of his prick. The heat from Onyx's dick was so intense and her sex lubricated and convulsed, their mix of juices in her cunt, simmering inside her. Her face was dry from her tears and the thought of him entering her with that thing again excited her.
“Please Gwendolyn...” whimpered the bird. She sounded so helpless and desperate, Gwendolyn had never heard her sound like that.
Gwendolyn ignored it. She sighed when her cum drenched pussy lips touched the hot and thick bulbous head of his penis, just as hard as before. A faint uneven whimper trailed from her throat as her vulva hanging open with cum easily slid upon his prick. Much more experienced than last time, it wasn't long before lowered herself down on the rest of his shaft.
Then she was riding him good. No sign of hesitation was left, all she could do was move herself on him as fast as possible. But she was also very coordinated in the way she was fucking him, it was clear she was far more resolute than before.
She was quite a sight. Her tits were jiggling each time and in that miniskirt and those boots, her lovely thighs clad in the blue leggings shining in the wild flames and her finely crafted gold nipple piercings an almost blinding flare in that light, she looked like the kind of fairy whore that many of the conspirators in Ringford would have liked to see Mercedes as, not Gwendolyn, the exiled daughter of Odin himself and even in their duplicitous eyes bearing far more prestige in all things. She was giving hell to his dick, and he felt her strength each time she moved herself up and down on top of him. After breaking her, this next round was too perfect. It was time to move to the next stage.
He howled like a monster and then he was that. Her mind thinking of one thing, Gwendolyn still gasped when she witnessed his transformation. She saw a flame blooming out of his chest and then he was changed in an instant, a black and red hulking monstrosity with a torso of such strength that it would be enough to choke the three great dragons, and a face shaped like a true demon's, small wonder then that her father the sorcerer king called demon lord by his enemies could bargain over him with no fear. No wonder he lay naked on his back upon the rocky floor, he was a denizen of this place.
But the biggest change she felt was the cock inside her twat. She felt his prick push her walls to lengths she didn't know possible, and she gasped in alarm and the uncontrollable ecstasy of a sudden climax out of nowhere. The heat in her body was insane. It should have burned her to death from the inside out. But the cooler potion was still active and more than that, the fertility potion made another sort of willpower alive in her much like her warrior's valor, and it spurred her on to move on that monstrous cock of his with no hesitation whatsoever. His visage was terrifying but she fast realized this monster wasn't hurting her. Soon the only thing she could focus on was his prick filling up her vagina to levels she didn't know possible, whatever little misgivings soon changed to an excited thrill. She moved on him harder than before.
Onyx lay back and watched. Even in that new form, he lay back with his hands behind his head much like a playboy having fun with some girl barely a woman and not a creature worthy of the title Inferno King. This deal had gone better than he could have ever hoped.
But she was bringing it out of him. She was giving hell to his dick good, climaxing every few minutes. As she howled, he began grunting himself, feeling another nut ready to happen. He pumped her cunt, stirring her insides so badly, and she wasn't put off at all, riding him even faster.
They screamed at once in that mutual climax. His was a guttural roar as he blew his piping hot monster cum into her and she screamed wildly in the throes of pure release. Ever since he first came inside her, she had been craving that feeling again and now it was happening and twice as potent as before. If not for the cooler and fertility potions working in her body in tandem, it would have burned her from the inside out. But her the protective effect from the former and her wanton libido in the latter, she could enjoy the feeling of his infernal jizz totally filling her up.
Gwendolyn thought she had known ecstasy. But this feeling was beyond that, it was pleasure so pure it was close to pain and she thought her body was going to break. All the while his penis still rocked deep inside of her, she felt like her vagina was going to melt.
At her limit, she rode him like she was flying on top of him. She barely felt a set of golden wings sprout from the golden frills on the side of her skirt as she fell on top of him. A warrior in Odin's army and now much like the phoenix, reborn as the queen of Onyx's realm. She couldn't think, she couldn't feel anything, her body felt like it was breaking apart, even then. She barely noticed Onyx returned to his human guise.
Holding her close, he said, “I only bring out that form of mine when I'm serious about something. But I thought you might appreciate it. And I know that you did.”
Gwendolyn couldn't respond. Couldn't even properly enunciate any words. Not even that bird her long lost sister all along could think of how to reach her. The only thing she did was moan in a delirious haze, no longer a princess and her time as a warrior long since past. Valkyries married off had all their rights stripped away, property of their husbands. Oswald had surprised her by caring for her as a person. But she had long forgotten him and was a slave to Onyx and her own desires. Just like an object.
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Oswald too was broken. Away from what passed as something like protection from his Vulcan escort, the Halja had come for him, and alone with his power useless to him, he had no power to resist. In the netherworld, Odette had offered him a place at her side. It was either that or he would become like the raving King Valentine and another dead king lying here who unknown to him was his own blood. Having witnessed the former's madness, he did not wish to see this other one. If only he had known, his curse much like his grandfather's together in this place made them sinful royalty in a way not even the queen of the dead could match.
He wished he had refused her. She opened a window of sorts to the world of the living. He saw it all, from Gwendolyn in the last minutes of being forced on her knees to service the Vulcans to getting ravaged by Onyx. After he blew his second load inside her twat, it wasn't long before she was riding him again, her tits jiggling hard and her tongue hanging out in lusty abandon and her long soft hair flying about wildly. But it was the sight of those golden wings that truly broke him, they were beautiful and majestic and shining with a horrible purity. She was his now.
Melvin's tool, Oswald's power was only granted to him by the power of the netherworld and after he learned his mentor's real name and intentions, he vowed to be an honorable man. He had won Gwendolyn away from the Inferno King in an honorable duel and made an honorable offer to him in an act of being an honorable knight. He wished he had killed the man with his accursed power when he had the chance.
But he couldn't look away. The crimson glow of the surrounding magma was contained in those golden piercings and her shrill voice lost in pleasure. As much as he hated it, he got hard watching it. The woman he fell in love with turned to this, he still coveted her more than ever. Even if she would come to bear Onyx's child, he would always care for her.
“Lovely isn't it?” said Odette. “That is her new life now.” She threw her head back and gloated. He didn't feel like a man or a warrior, he felt like a small boy, just like when in Melvin's care. So with no power afforded to him, he didn't resist when she cupped his chin with her skeletal hand and forced him to behold her. “This is your new life now too, master of the Belderiver. Your fate was sealed when you took up that power. And now as you belonged to Melvin, so too will you belong to me. For eternity.”
She breathed a deep husky breath onto his face. Unlike everything else in this realm, it was warm on his skin. Oswald was distracted by Odette's cruel beauty, her massive breasts hovering before his face. In his captivity, the sounds of Gwendolyn and Onyx still going at it through that vision to the world of the living in his peripheral eyesight. Against his will, he felt a deep throbbing in his loins.
If he still had any feeling of strength, he would have taken his sword and gone at her. The spirit of a hero beyond any curse or unholy deals of the soul could have given him that power he needed, some pure and unwavering even in this place. But he couldn't. All he could do was fall to his knees. Just like an object himself.
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