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Valkyrie – Chapter 5 Alternate, Act 2

“Thank you for agreeing to dine with me, Princess,” Onyx said with a charming smile, then drank from a goblet made of a dark metal. The liquid inside was a crimson-colored wine that seemed to suit the land of flame that was the Volkenon Lava Pits.  The demi-god was an incredibly handsome man with a chiseled jaw and fine features, as if he himself was carved like a statue, by the world’s most skilled artist.  Like all the Vulcan people he wore little to no clothing, and thus was completely topless, allowing his well-muscled chest to give a strong impression of his power and confidence. 

The pair sat atop the Inferno King’s palace in a strange dining area that was exposed to the open air.  It allowed those eating to admire the incredible sights of the lava pits, the glowing rivers of magma and the shimmering walls of obsidian.  It was an amazing view, but Gwendolyn found herself admiring Onyx more than the scenery. 

Several Vulcan servants moved around the table, filling goblets with wine and serving sweet meats and fruits of the highest quality.  They all appeared to be heavily tanned, almost red skinned, women with long white hair.  They mirrored their king’s fashion, going completely bare chested.  All of them were incredibly curvaceous and voluptuous, wearing only tight leather thongs that only worked to draw the eye to their generous backsides.  Their long hair provided them with a hint of modesty, covering their unclothed breasts. 

Onyx laughed and spanked one who was bending over and filling his goblet with more wine.  The Vulcan woman smiled at the gesture and nodded gratefully. 

Gwendolyn blushed heavily as she drank more of the sweet wine.  Dressed in her usual Valkyrie dress she found herself feeling quite plain in comparison to all of these serving women.  She also cursed herself for agreeing to have her armored boots removed, leaving her legs exposed.  Part of her was eager because the place was so hot, but compared to these other women she felt like a small child.  She eagerly drank more wine as her goblet was filled, her face burning as she saw the massive breasts of one servant sway less than a foot from Gwendolyn’s face. 

“It is my pleasure, Inferno King,” the Valkyrie princess said politely.  She might be a warrior but she was also the daughter of King Odin, she knew how to act in the company of powerful people.  “I am here on business, but you are an old friend of the family.  It would be only right and proper to agree.”

Onyx gave her a smile that was so dashing that it caused her face to somehow heat up even more.  “Please, call me Onyx,” he requested politely, looking deep into her eyes.  His own eyes seemed to burn was a passionate intensity even when relaxed. 

“V-very well, Onyx,” Gwendolyn said as she suddenly felt butterflies in her stomach.  What was causing her to feel this way?  Was Onyx really so attractive that she turned into a simple-minded girl because of a smile?  Did she so quickly forget she was here to locate her missing husband?  She downed another goblet of wine to try and gather her courage.  “Now if you please, I would like to discuss the matter of my husband.”  Gwendolyn frowned as she realized that she might have had too much to drink, she found controlling her tongue suddenly difficult.  It was shockingly hard not to slur her words.  She put down the cup.

“Oh yes, Oswald and I have a business relationship,” Onyx said snapping his fingers.  On cue one of the Vulcans walked behind him and her hands slid over his shoulders, giving him a nimble-fingered massage.  She then brushed the hair from her breasts and she pushed the large mounds against his back.  This all seemed to be part of the massage as she caressed his well-muscled back with her breasts.  “He owed me a favor and agreed to take on a difficult task for me in return.  I am sorry he did not speak to you of this matter.  One would think he would respect his beautiful young wife enough to explain such things.  He will most likely be gone for at least another week.” 

Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes at the Inferno King.  He casually disrespected her husband while acting like a total hedonist right in front of her.  Still… he looked so dashing with that confident smile.  Oswald had a dark beauty but there was so much pain and hidden emotion behind his eyes, he was always so intense.  Onyx looked warm and inviting, she could not stop the blush filling her cheeks.  “I see,” she said slowly, doing her best not to let her thick tongue mangle her words.  “Lord Onyx, do you not think it crass to indulge yourself so in front of a guest?” she indicated the Vulcan servant behind him as she spoke.

“Oh, Agni?” he asked with a chuckle.  “This is nothing.  You Aesir are so uptight, you know that?  Here, allow me to share the pleasures of my people!”  With that he snapped his fingers and a pair of voluptuous Vulcans approached Gwendolyn’s chair. 

The Valkyrie Princess blushed harder as their impressive bosoms swayed towards her.  “Oh no no, that is unnecessary,” she objected but the women did not hesitate.  Soon well practiced fingers slid along her naked shoulders, massaging away her tense muscles.  It instantly felt refreshing and relaxing.  Inside Gwendolyn panicked slightly at just how much she enjoyed the touch.  Without thinking she finished another cup of wine in a single long pull.  A fresh wave of heat pulsed through her body as she felt the alcohol enter her blood.  She sighed and let out a soft giggle as she relaxed in her seat and enjoyed the feel of her shoulders.

Gwendolyn had always been somewhat awkward about her sexuality and sexual history.  Her first experience was her own half-sister raping her in a lagoon.  Despite the fact Velvet was trying to kill her they had both enjoyed themselves far too much.  She had then orally pleased an odious man she then killed in cold blood.  Then she had instructed her pooka maid-servant to pretend to be her husband so she could practice love-making with her.  Despite her experiences she had never had the chance to be with her true husband.  Being touched by a woman so intimately felt so wrong, but she could not deny how good it also felt!

As she felt the intense tension in her shoulders slowly start to fade, she closed her eyes and relaxed with a deep breath.  As she began to slouch in her hair, quite unladylike, her naked legs spread wide. 

“You see, Volkenon is a place of joy and pleasure, my dear Gwendolyn,” Onyx explained, smiling at the valkyrie’s reaction.  He snapped another finger and pointed, the second servant who had approached Gwendolyn and knelt down at her side.

This second Vulcan started to massage the princess’ milky white calves, thighs and feet.  As a woman warrior, Gwendolyn spent hours each day working her legs as she performed inhuman feats of acrobatics.  Her legs and backside were well muscled as a response and the touch of such a skilled masseuse felt wonderful!  Gwendolyn found herself groaning in pleasure almost against her will. 

“Now, how does that feel?” Onyx asked, his voice almost sound hypnotic to Gwendolyn’s alcohol muddled mind.

“Really… really good…” she groaned in pleasure, letting out a long breath. 

“Looks like you really needed this,” Onyx suggested.

“Y-yeah…” was all Gwendolyn could say as her body almost went limp in the chair, the two Vulcans’ hands sliding up and down her exposed body.  The skilled fingers massaged lower and lower on her shoulders and back, while the other set moved higher on her thighs till, they were sliding under her short skirt.  She blushed heavily but it felt too nice to object anymore.  There was no way these servants would do anything untoward in a public setting like this. 

Onyx did not speak up as Gwendolyn allowed herself to drown on the soothing pleasure.  If perhaps she had not drunk so much of the potent liquor, she would have objected to simply letting herself get touched all over by strange women at a dinner table.  At the moment she did not care.  She was sick of constantly worrying and stressing over her father, her kingdom and her husband.  Maybe just this once she would allow her friend to do this favor for her. 

A groan of pleasure slowly evolved into a higher pitch as fingers slid down the front of her shoulders.  The masseuse behind her pressed her soft breasts against Gwendoyln’s back, her stiff nipples providing an interesting contrast against her skin.  As she worked the fingers slowly, very slowly, they made their way down Gwendolyn’s chest towards her modest breasts.  Slowly, but without hesitation the hands slid into the neckline of her dress and began to massage her breasts directly. 

Gwendolyn’s mind panicked slightly.  This felt like an improper violation of her privacy.  But she felt heavy and sluggish and her whole body was feeling so wonderful, it was impossible to force any sort of objection to her lips.  Her dress slipped down her svelte form exposing her breasts to the air as fingers continued to massage them.  Gwendolyn’s head rested against her masseuses’ chest as she gave a soft moan of pleasure.  Had her breasts always been this sensitive?  She felt her nipples go stiff as gentle fingers blushed them, causing a shiver of sensation to run up her body.  She felt a wave of goosebumps prickle up her flesh. 

She sensed Onyx lean forward in his chair as her breasts were exposed.  Gwendolyn chose to keep her eyes closed and not think about it.  Her cheeks turned a darker shade of crimson. 

The Vulcan masseuse then started to squeeze her small breasts in a slow and gentle pattern.  “Uuuhh,” the princess moaned softly as the sensation washed over her.  Her wings ruffled quietly as her back arched slightly in response to the new feelings.

It felt so wonderful that she had forgotten about the second Vulcan who was massaging her upper legs.  Her short black skirt had been pulled up completely exposing her crotch and tight white panties.  Hands massaged her innermost thighs, thumbs blushing closer and closer to her womanhood with each gentle stroke.  As the princess moaned the Vulcan gave up all pretense of her intentions and started to slid her fingers across the crotch of Gwendolyn’s panties. 

Gwendolyn winced as she felt the touch through the thin fabric and her privates grew damp.  This was certainly wrong!  Slowly she lifted her head up and opened her eyes.  Everything was blurry and she had a very difficult time holding her head up.  “Hey… whaught are yew dewing thhhere?”  she managed to ask through her thick tongue and numb lips.  She saw the Vulcan spreading Gwendolyn’s legs wider and wider as her fingers stroked her privates.  She also caught a glimpse of Onyx, his eyes locked onto Gwendolyn’s body with an intense stare.

“This is the best part of the massage,” Onyx said softly, his voice still coming in as hypnotic in nature. 

“UUUUhhhh!” Gwendolyn moaned much more forcefully as her panties were pulled aside and fingers started to massage her pussy directly.  She could not stop her backside from flexing and twitching in response to the stimulus, thrusting her hips upwards in response.  “Shhhhtop!” she lisped through a moan of pleasure.  Her body felt so hot now, she felt like she would melt at any moment. 

“Come now ladies,” Onyx spoke up to her servants.  “No reason to hold back.  Use your mouths!”

The Vulcan behind Gwendolyn lowered herself and started to kiss Gwendolyn’s neck and shoulders.  The sensation was strange but Gwendolyn could not deny how wonderful it felt.  Her nipples were pinched in just the right way causing the Valkyrie to moan in a much higher pitch.

She then felt soft lips and a wet tongue slide across her womanhood.  A spark of sensation shot up her body and she arched her back, shuddering.  With practiced skill and patience, a tongue slid across Gwendolyn’s clitoris before slithering inside of her pussy, caressing her insides.  “Oh my!” she cried out in pleasure as she was quickly overwhelmed. 

Her head was turned to the side and she found herself moaning into a deep kiss, her tongue being massaged by another tongue moving into her mouth.  This muffled her moans slightly but they still grew in volume and pitch.  Her sensitive breasts continuously massaged while a stranger ate out her pussy at the dinner table as a friend of hers watched eagerly.  It was all too much for her!

Her body grew more and more tense and she shivered almost violently.  Her hips thrust up and up until her backside left her seat completely.  The pleasure reached an absolute crescendo inside of her body, her whole form going stiff as her back and hips arched upwards.  She gasped, breaking off her kiss.  She opened her eyes wide and looked to Onyx who was gazing at her with open desire.  Gwendolyn wanted to say something about how this was wrong, about he was making a fool of her, or that he should not be looking at a married woman like that.  But as she opened her mouth, she could only find the strength to say one thing.  “I’m… cu-cumming…” she rasped out weakly moments before the pleasure peaked and an orgasm crashed through her body. 

She cried in pleasure as her body burst into spasms.  Her pussy gushed violently into the face of the Vulcan, who did not pull away.  Her hips thrust up and down repeatedly as the orgasm moved through her.  Her neck arched back and she sent her cries up into the sky.  She could not even control her eyelids which flickered across her eyes rapidly. 

And then it was over.  The sudden end to the powerful sensation caused Gwendolyn to go completely lip and drop down to her chair.  She was breathing heavily, almost gasping for air like she had been drowning.  Why had that felt so good?  She wanted to say something but she was simply too weak and simply slumped in her chair, her body still tingling from the afterglow of her orgasm. 

She slowly blinked her eyes.  Her head was so foggy and muddled.  How long had she been sitting on this chair?  Did she pass out or had she simply blinked? 

She summoned her strength and lifted her head to look at her host.  Onyx’s pants had been partially removed, exposing his manhood to the hot Volkenon air.  His cock was long and statuesque like the rest of him, perfectly broad and rounded.  Agni, his personal servant, knelt at his feet, stroking his length with her hands and suckling his testicles with her mouth.  “I think I am ready,” Onyx said with a wide grin, looking to Gwendolyn.

The Valkyrie Princess’s heart started to beat harder, with a mix of fear and excitement.  The three Vulcans jumped into movement, clearing the table of food and dishes.  They then moved to Gwendolyn, helping her up and leaning her over the table.  She grunted as she placed her forearms down on the tabletop, holding herself up slightly.  Quick hands moved her soaking panties and pulled them down her legs, exposing her ass to the air, her skirt completely bunched up around her waist now.  “What…are…?” she managed to ask but had no strength to fight back.

Onyx, now fully naked, strode behind Gwendolyn, his massive cock waving in the air like some sort of deadly weapon.  His hands grabbed her round ass and squeezed the soft flesh of it, his other hand sliding up her mostly exposed back.  Gwendolyn shivered at the touches, her body rejoicing at his closeness. 

“I was going to draw this out longer,” Onyx said softly, his hands caressing Gwendolyn’s wings gently.  “But you are simply too alluring, my cool hearted princess.  Not to mention mixing that aphrodisiac with your wine produced a rather sloppy effect.  Hard to seduce someone who can barely move on their own.  But beggars cannot be choosers.  I will take this gift given to me.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes widened slightly at his words.  She had been drugged?  That explained so much!  She had to… had to…  What exactly was she trying to do?  Her mind was so muddled and her body was so hot and heavy.  She felt his cock touch her pussy and she shivered with anticipation.  She started to breath heavily as her body grew incredibly aroused by his closeness.  Still, tears ran down her red cheeks.  Why was she crying?

Hands gripped her hips and Onyx thrust his demi-god cock deep into her quivering pussy with one mighty push.  Gwendolyn’s eyes burst wide open at the intensity of the sensation.  She felt like she might break in half!  Her mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled up into her head.  Rather than a scream of pain, a long and deep moan rang out of her mouth.  Her body shivered and quivered as her pussy gushed around the mighty cock. 

“Did that make you cum already?” Onyx asked with a disappointed tone of voice.  “The effects of the drug really are sloppy.”  With a shrug he decided to keep thrusting, moving his hips in a steady pace, eagerly violating her still gushing privates.

“C-cu-cummm!” was all Gwendolyn managed to say as her orgasm was interrupted by Onyx fucking her deeper and deeper.  This only managed to intensify the orgasm.  Her pussy gushed harder until it was a violent spray between her legs.  Her back arched and her tits pressed against the table stop, rubbing it with each of Onyx’s thrusts.  Before her first orgasm completely subsided, she felt another coming on fast.

“Oh, that really is something else,” Onyx said with a groan of his own pleasure.  “I’ve tasted Aesir pussy before, but you are truly special Gwendolyn.”  As he spoke, he gently stroked her back like she was a beloved pet. 

Gwendolyn was losing all control as her thoughts were destroyed by thrusts of demi-god cock deep into her body.  Her mouth opened wider and wider with each thrust, her tongue slowly drooping down the side, drool dripping down on the table.  Her eyes rolled up in her skull as all thought left her other than the need for cock.  Her wings stretched and flexed in response to the pleasurable stimulus. 

Onyx’s thrust grew faster and stronger.  Her round ass clapped against his hips with each impact, rippling her pale flesh.  Her pussy continued to gush every time he filled her deeply.  The inferno king winced as the pleasure started to affect him as well.  “Even drugged like this, this is possibly the finest pussy I have ever tasted!”  As he grew faster the clapping grew louder and louder.  “Ugh, take my seed, Gwendolyn!”

“AAAAUUUUHHHHH!” a drunken mix of a scream and moan was all Gwendolyn could produce in such a state.  Another powerful orgasm rocked her body, her entire form rejoicing.  She shivered as her body was pounded against the table.  Her pussy exploded with its juices as it quivered around the cock inside of her.  It eagerly urged the dick to release itself into her.  And so, it did.  With a burst of heat Gwendolyn felt Onyx’s semen fill her body.  It was so hot; she felt her body rise in temperature.  Loads of the liquid spilled into her and she felt it invade her open womb. 

The addition of semen inside of her made sex something else entirely.  He filled her with his gift of life.  Her eager body accepted his seed and it continued to urge more and more of the substance from him. 

Onyx tensed and groaned as he bent over Gwendolyn’s form.  “Ugh, y-yes!” he groaned as his cock pulsed one last time, pushing one last wave of semen into her. 

Gwendolyn continued to shiver as her body and mind were not equipped to deal with such a situation.  She slumped to the table and she tried desperately to think but simply could not.  Only one thought filled her mind at that moment.  ‘Was this what getting impregnated feels like?’  A small part of her thinking about letting herself get pregnant with Onyx’s child made her panic.  It was all too much.  With a groan her head hit the table and everything went black.

Valkyrie – Chapter 5 Alternate, Act 3

Slowly the drug induced haze over Gwendolyn’s mind lifted.  A bit of strength returned to her and her eyes slowly opened.  It took a moment to get over her disorientation to figure out what was going on.  Her body was hot and was covered in a thin layer of her sweat.  She was naked now, with the exception of her choker and tiara.  With a deep breath she smelled something pungent and masculine as her mouth filled with a unique taste. 

Her eyes widened as she realized she was sucking on Onyx’s cock.  Despite being unconscious up until this point, her body was moving on reflex, pleasuring his shaft with her lips and tongue, bobbing her head.  The aphrodisiac had indeed been powerful.  She still felt wet and aroused, and realized that her own fingers were rapidly stroking her engorged clitoris. 

Before she could stop what she was doing, she felt Onyx’s member inflate inside of her mouth.  He let out a heavy groan as his dick burst with another wave of hot semen.  It filled her mouth and slid down her throat.  In a panic Gwendolyn pulled away from him and fell to the bed she had been kneeling on.  She coughed and spat, semen escaping her lips and dripping onto her chin.  More semen shot forward as Onyx continued to ejaculate.  The white liquid sprayed onto the princess’s face and chest, overheating her already burning body. 

“Finally awake, are we?” Onyx asked with another insufferably dashing smile.  “I am so glad, while your unconscious body was willing it was slowly growing rather dull.”

Gwendolyn spat and rubbed the semen and spit from her lips with her forearm.  She glared daggers up at the man she once considered a good friend.  “Well, that is all you shall receive!” she croaked between coughs.  “You betrayed my trust; you make me sick!”

The Valkyrie looked around the room.  She was in what could only be Onyx’s bed chamber.  The room was darkly lit, the grey stone surrounding her looking cold despite the intense heat.  The bed had a velvety red sheet on top of it which was impossibly soft to the touch, she felt she might sink into its folds.  The Vulcan servants stood at the side of the room, now all completely naked and waiting patiently on their master’s orders. 

“Is that so?” Onyx asked with confidence, his cock impossibly still erect.  He reached down and pushed Gwendolyn onto her back and spread her legs.  She tried to stop him but found her body lacked its usual strength.  She reached up and pushed against his chest as he loomed over her but he was as solid as a stone wall. 

Gwendolyn groaned as she felt his cock enter her more than willing pussy.  Against her will her privates enfolded the man, holding it close and pulling him deeper.  Despite the violation she felt no pain, only intense and unexpected pleasure.  Her hands gripped his chest and shoulders in response to the sensation, her groan turning into a high-pitched moan.  Now that drugs no longer muddled her mind she felt the pleasure far more keenly.  The sensation was like a sharp knife rather thana blunt hammer as before. 

“Your body does not seem to agree,” Onyx pointed out at her obvious positive reaction to his touch. 

“P-Please Onyx,” Gwendolyn found herself begging as he started to thrust into her again.  A sublime pleasure she did not want flooded her and she moaned deeply despite her clenched teeth.  “I do not want-“ her words were cut off by an intensely passionate kiss being pushed onto her lips.  She was so surprised and overwhelmed by it that she found herself kissing him back.  Her legs spread wider and embraced him, her hands clutching at him desperately.  She moaned through the kiss.  She eagerly entwined her tongue with his as she breathed and groaned.

His powerful hands slid up her body and grabbed her modest breasts, squeezing and caressing them as her body shook after each powerful thrust.  Finally, the kiss broke off after a particularly loud moan from Gwendolyn.  She looked up at him, feeling incredibly vulnerable despite how amazing her body felt.  He was so powerful and so skilled; she was at his very mercy.  She felt like a wounded animal in the arms of a hunter. 

“You are taking advantage of me!” she said as defiantly as she could muster.  “You rape me.”

Onyx only laughed at that.  “Can you honestly say that you do not feel joy at my touch?” he asked sincerely, his hand reached up to caress her cheek. 

Somehow Gwendolyn blushed even harder and found it impossible to look directly into his intense eyes.  “That is not… IMPortant!” she tried to say, a powerful moan interrupting her words. 

His thrusts sped up then, rocking her body up and down at a quick pace.  In response her breasts started to bounce upon her chest, her tiara twinkling in the room’s low light, her sweaty body shimmering.  “Oh god!” she cried out as her back arched, forcing her breasts against his hot chest.  Her neck arched as well, her head facing behind her.  “I am cumming again!”

Her legs and arms pulled him close, hugging him tightly as her privates spasmed.  Her pussy sprayed wildly in response to her orgasm.  “Onyx!” she found herself crying out his name as she rubbed her whole form against his own.

The Inferno King groaned as his member pulsed and erupted into her body once again.  The familiar feeling of his semen flooding her womb returned and it only heightened the pleasure of her climax.  Gwendolyn gasped as tears streaked her face, her body rejoicing at being impregnated against her will, as her mind panicked. 

As Gwendolyn grew limp in response to her ending orgasm.  Onyx did not hesitate to strike.  He dropped her to the bed before rolling her over and thrusting into her pussy once more.  “FUCK!” Gwendolyn cursed as the pleasure refused to stop.  She gripped the soft bed sheets below her with all of her strength but could do nothing more to stop Onyx.  “How can you still be hard?!”

Onyx laughed and spanked Gwendolyn’s well shaped ass.  She gave a high-pitched cry in response.  “I am no mortal man, Gwendolyn,” he explained, his voice hardly sounding winded from the effort.  “I can go all day.”  He reached down and grabbed Gwendolyn’s breast, squeezing and massaging it with loving care, despite the pounding he was giving her.  “Would you like to go all day?”

“Oh fuck!!” Gwendolyn cried as she responded exactly like Onyx wanted.  No matter what she wanted her body could not stop wanting him.  “Do I have a choice?”

Onyx turned her head and they shared a hungry and sloppy kiss.  Despite Gwendolyn’s distress she eagerly kissed him, filling it with her passion and rage.  The impacts against her ass with each thrust were growing louder and louder, her flesh turning red with the constant attacks. 

“Leave that tortured soul you call a husband,” Onyx whispered into her ear.  “I sent him to battle a dragon in the depths of my kingdom.  Some believe it was the Last Dragon from legend, Leventhan.  He might already be dead.”

Gwendolyn gave out a sob of anguish that mingled with her breathy animalistic moans.  Her heart sank and her pussy sang.  A fresh wave of tears ran down her cheeks as drool moved down her chin.

“Become mine forevermore,” he continued to whisper.  “Swear to become the Inferno Queen.  If you do so then I will free Oswald from his promise and possibly save his life.”

Gwendolyn bit down on the bedsheets before her, muffling her next moan.  A flash of hatred for the man assaulting her rushed through Gwendolyn.  Despite that she felt her hips eagerly moving against his thrusts, encouraging him to go deeper, to keep fucking her and never stop. 

“Have you ever felt this good before?” Onyx asked in a whisper.

“Noooo!” Gwendolyn cried in a mix of anguish and pleasure.

“Do you enjoy getting fucked by me?” came his next question.

Gwendolyn shook her head, gasping for breath, moaning and sobbing in a cataclysm of strange emotions.  “Yes!” she sobbed.  “Yes, I love it, it feels amazing.  I cannot stop myself from wanting you to keep fucking me!”  The words of truth came out as a torrent.   A wave of self-hate washed over the princess. 

Her arms strained against Onyx’s weight pushing her down but she managed to push her shoulders and chest off of the bed.  Her hair bun finally came loose and her ashen white hair cascaded down her form, sticking to her slick flesh.  “Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!” she begged as she rocked her hips against him as strong as she could manage. 

The pair climaxed in complete unison this time.  As her pussy gushed and twisted his cock burst and flooded her already full womb.  His semen gushed from the lips of her womanhood and mixed with her sex juice.  Gwendolyn felt possessed as her eyes rolled up again and she felt the most intense climax yet. 

She panted hard, almost to hyperventilation as she was forced to lay on her side.  Onyx embraced her, holding her tightly to his chest.  On instinct her arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace as she rested against his shoulder.  “Swear to me, my love,” Onyx whispered to her tenderly, his hands lovingly stroking her back and backside.  “Swear to be mine.”

“I…” Gwendolyn said hesitantly, her body overstimulated and her mind spinning.  “I c-caa-caaannottt…” she eventually managed to say through her quivering lips. 

“That is too bad…” Onyx responded as he caressed her hip and then stroked the area between her navel and womanhood.  “What will you tell your husband when you bear our child while married to him?”

Gwendolyn grew pale at the words as she felt the semen drip from her pussy.  Her heart sank and she would have cried more if she had anymore tears left.  “I…hate…you…” she said weakly to the man who had assaulted her. 

“Is that so?” Onyx asked as he rolled onto his back and brought Gwendolyn up on top of him in the process.  His cock stood up between her legs, brushing her swollen and dripping pussy. 

Despite herself Gwendolyn shivered at the gentle touch.  She did not know if it was the aphrodisiac or she was simply turning into a nymphomaniac but she could not stop her hunger for more of his dick.  Without thinking she pushed herself down and filled herself with the Inferno King’s massive cock.  She closed her eyes and shivered, it just felt so good she could not stop herself. 

She started to rock her hips on her own with no urging from him.  Onyx lay still on his back, simply holding her as she willingly began to fuck him again.  “I hate you,” she moaned looking down at his smug face.  “I hate you!!” as she cried out her hips started moving faster and faster, causing her ass to bounce and her breasts to sway erotically.  She leaned back and grabbed her tits, squeezing them, pinching her own nipples.  “Uuhhh I hate you!”

She rocked her hips on him as figures approached the bed from all sides.  Bewildered Gwendolyn watched as Agni mounted the bed and straddled Onyx’s head.  The Vulcan woman nearly sat on his face and then groaned in pleasure as the inferno King slid his tongue into her eager pussy.  The buxom woman twisted before Gwendolyn in a strange mirror of herself, still riding his cock eagerly. 

More Vulcans approached, sliding their hands over Gwendolyn’s body, cupping her breasts and ass, kissing her neck and shoulders and lips.  The Valkyrie princess found herself lost in the mix of bodies and sensations.  Breasts pressed against her body from all sides, hands caressing her with tender skill as her pussy was fucked deep.

Fingers slid across her privates and stroked her clitoris.  Another hand caressed her ass before sliding a finger deep into her unsuspecting asshole.  The sudden additional stimulation caused Gwendolyn’s insides to explode with pleasure, an impure violation but still incredible pleasure on a level she had never experienced.  “C-Cumming!!” As she came everything became a blur.

One moment she found herself laying on top of a Vulcan woman, rubbing their breasts together and sharing a passionate kiss.  Several of the vulcan’s fingers were thrusting into Gwendolyn’s needy pussy.  Her ass was being torn open by Onyx’s cock as it thrust down hard, pushing the two women against each other.  This orgasm felt so wrong and yet it felt as good as all the others.

The next moment she was laying sandwiched between Onyx and Agni.  The Inferno King’s cock deep inside of her pussy and a strap on dildo of matching size pushing into her ass.  The twin rods pushed like alternating pistons inside of her body creating a unique sensation, making Gwendolyn a quivering mess between them. “Cummmming!!”  she cried as her tongue flailed wildly between her lips

In another moment she was sucking on Onyx’s cock as fast as she could manage, his strong hands on her head, urging her on.  She worked in time with Agni who sucked his balls with equal fever.  Both women were being reamed from behind by the other two, also wearing strap-ons, slapping their round asses with each powerful thrust. 

It was too much! It was just too much! She came again and again and again each time brought her to the brink of sanity.  It was simply too much stimulation all at once.  Gwendolyn just could not take it anymore.

“I’m CUMMMMMING!!!” 

Gwendolyn lay on the floor, her legs and arms twisted around her form like a discarded doll.  Her long hair spilled around her head like a pool of ash.  Even her dark wings which normally folded in around her hips had gone completely limp and spread wide around her.  The Valkyrie was covered in a mix of her sweat and semen and other juices that may or may not had come from her.  Between her legs spilled a pool of Onyx’s seed which slowly dripped from her red and puffy pussy.  She had so much of it inside of her that her belly seemed slightly swelled just above her privates.  Her form twitched occasionally, still feeling the after effects of the orgy.  Her eyes were open but were glazed over, her mind retreated for the moment, trying to recover. 

Onyx sat on the edge of his large plush bed.  He held a towel and rubbed it slowly across his well-muscled chest and shoulders.  Even the Inferno King felt sweaty and exhausted after his afternoon.  He looked down at Gwendolyn and felt a swell of pride, knowing he had conquered the woman he loved.  Still, he was a bit worried, perhaps he had gone overboard.  He hoped he had not done any serious long-term damage to the Valkyrie.  He needed her to be fit of mind and body if she was going to be his perfect queen. 

He turned to regard the Vulcans on his bed.  The trio of sisters all rested peacefully together on the large bed.  They were his most skilled lovers which he had dominated a while ago.  Onyx loved women but he understood that they were creatures to be overwhelmed and forced under your control.  He would have started to dominate them again if his dick was not so damn sore at the moment. 

Even a demi-god could go overboard he supposed.

Standing up he walked over to Gwendolyn and he smiled.  Even fucked silly as she was, she was easily the most beautiful and amazing woman he had ever seen.  His heart swelled with what he could only imagine was love.  He did not really understand the concept of love.  But surely this strange attraction to the Valkyrie princess had to be love… right?

He knelt by her head and gently stroked her cheek.  In response Gwendolyn turned her head to face him.  She instantly smiled and giggled like a child, blushing cutely.  “Did you have fun today, my love?”

“Y-Yes,” Gwendolyn said with a sigh as she wrapped her arms around herself and gave another giggle.  Onyx could not stop himself from grinning wider, she was so cute like this. 

“Now, will you marry me and forget about Oswald?”  He asked as he gently stroked her cheek and neck, looking deep into her large eyes.

“O-Oswald…” Gwendolyn breathed slowly and shivered.

“You know he cannot make you feel like I do,” Onyx said softly.  “My heart burns for you in a way his cold heart never could.  I love you.  What has the Shadow Knight done for you?”

Gwendolyn’s sex drunk eyes looked uncertain.  She reached down to her hand and caressed the base of her ring finger, as if there were a ring there.  “The ring…” Gwendolyn said softly, her eyes growing distant and concerned. 

Onyx frowned at that.  He could not have her doubts clouding her judgement.  His hand slid down her body and brushed her still erect nipples.  Instantly Gwendolyn shivered with pleasure, her body still completely under his command.  She smiled and giggled again, reaching out and stroking his leg. 

“Do you really want to let go of this pleasure?” Onyx asked.  He took her arm and helped her sit up before pushing a soft but loving kiss onto her lips.  Gwendolyn melted against his warm body, kissing him back.  She no longer had that passionate fire of earlier but she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his with eagerness.  Onyx then broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, cupping her cheek.  “You wish to stay with me forevermore?”

Gwendolyn was already breathing heavily and blushing hard.  Her eyes shined with lust and desire for Onyx despite her body being unable to follow up.  She swallowed and nodded.  “Yes Onyx, please make me yours.  I wish to be yours forevermore.”

Onyx smiled and kissed her again.  He then lovingly took her hand and placed a small ring onto her finger.  The band was of a shimmering black and upon it was a red orange stone that took the shape of a flame. 

Gwendolyn looked down at her finger and a wide smile crossed her face.  Tears started to stream down her cheeks but they quickly evaporated in the heat.  “I am… so happy…”

Valkyrie – Chapter 5 Alternate, Act 4

Oswald hit the stoney ground hard, his black armor crashing loudly with the impact.  The air was knocked from his lungs and he had to suck in a breath.  His body ached all over and he felt so tired.  He had been fighting for days and he had reached his very limit.

He rose his sword, the Belderiver.  The red psypher which acted as the tip of his blade had lost all of its glow.  The powers that had been given him by the Queen of the Underworld had left him finally.  It seemed appropriate that he would be abandoned for dead when he finally found some stability in his life.  He had finally found someone he cared for and she was waiting for him.  He supposed that this had been the plan from the start, once Oswald stopped being a weapon of death in his heart, death would finally find him.

He looked to the small dragon who slowly walked towards him.  It was the ultimate insult that he should die fighting such a pathetic looking creature.  Oswald had slain many dragons, Hindel and Wagner!  And yet this hatchling would be the one to slay him?  He supposed there was poetry in that.

He dropped his sword, his arms no longer able to lift it.  With a deep breath he looked to the baby dragon, who was breathing in for another blast of fire.  Oswald had seen the shocking power of this dragon fire, and knew he would be reduced to ash in moments. 

The dragon exhaled and a wall of white-hot flame rolled down the cavern.  Oswald closed his eyes and was prepared for his fate. 

Just then a cool blue light filled the cavern and there was a sudden wave of cold.  A figure jumped in front of Oswald and struck the wall of flame with an icy blue psypher spear.  The powerful weapon rent the flames aside as if they were nothing.  A flap of dark wings and the figure defending him revealed herself.

“Gwendolyn?!” Oswald cried out in shock. 

His wife had changed in the time he had left her.  She once again stood as a proud Valkyrie, with dark wings, tall armored boots and a tiara on her head.  But other than that, her outfit had changed.  Instead of her warrior’s dress she wore a tight leather top that was not much more than a strap that held her breasts together giving them volume and exposed cleavage.  On her hips she wore a chain metal thong that completely exposed her backside and only barely covered her womanhood.  She had also switched her choker for a black one.  She was dressed like a Vulcan!

Gwendolyn looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.  “Stay back, Oswald, we will handle this!”

“We?” Oswald asked, dumbfounded.

Another figure flew into the cavern.  His dark skin and white hair showed it was none other than King Onyx himself.  “Have at you!” he cried in his usual booming voice.  The Inferno King landed in front of the confused baby dragon and delivered a heavy gauntleted fist to its head.  Flames infused the King’s attack and the result was a blast of energy that sent the small dragon flying off into a nearby cavern wall. 

Gwendolyn flew to Onyx’s side and the pair attacked the baby dragon with incredible skill.  Fire and ice mingled as the two seemed to dance.  Gwendolyn with her almost ballet-like movements, swift and graceful, her spear flashing with ice magic.  Onyx movements were sudden, harsh and powerful, lunging with punches and kicks propelled with bursts of flame.  Their synchronized attacks were beautiful to behold. 

Soon the dragon was finally slain and the pair of warriors approached Oswald.  Onyx stood tall with a grin as he towered over the injured and exhausted Shadow Knight.  Gwendolyn walked up to Onyx and pressed her nearly naked body against his side, the Inferno King wrapping his arm around her waist, and pulling her tight. 

“Well done my dear!” Onyx said with his usual cocky swagger before planting a kiss onto Gwendolyn’s lips.

The Valkyrie Princess eagerly lifted her face to accept this kiss, her form rubbing against his, her free hand caressing the king’s impressively muscled abdomen. 

As Oswald watched them his heart sank into an infinite pit of sadness.  It was as if his cruelest nightmare had come to haunt him in the most perverse way possible.  In that moment he would have rather had let the dragon vaporize his bones than look at Gwendolyn act so warm and loving to another man.  And that man being Onyx of all people!

“Gwendolyn, what has happened?” Oswald asked softly, his voice wavering.

Gwendolyn turned to look down at Oswald, her shimmering eyes of love turning flat.  “Oswald, we were never truly married,” she explained.  “The whole thing was a show, an act to trick you into giving me the Ring Titrel.  With it in my hand I returned it to my Father, King Odin, and he restored my position of Princess of Ragnanival.”

Oswald could almost feel tears welling up in his eyes.  He knew he could not cry any longer, but in this moment, he thought he just might. 

The princess then turned to look up at Onyx.  “My King Onyx has shown me love and pleasure I could only dream about when I was locked up with you,” she continued, her voice turning sweet and loving when looking at Onyx.  “So, I have chosen him to be my real husband.”

Onyx looked down at Oswald with a look of smug superiority.  “As requested by my wife, I have saved your life and expunge any debt between us,” he said as he reached down and squeezed Gwendolyn’s ass, she cooed lovingly in response.  “Go now, you may have your life.”

With that the pair left Oswald alone.  As he lay there, stunned and heartbroken, he felt the halja approach him.  Oswald closed his eyes and did not reach for his sword.  This was the end he had earned, the end a monster like him deserved.  He did not flinch when he felt the blade strike at his neck.

Valkyrie – Chapter 5 Alternate, Act 5

Gwendolyn stood upon the precipice above a massive lake of molten magma.  The heat was intense as she looked down upon the nearly endless waves of melted stone and flames.  Despite the spells on her, she felt the heat wash over her nearly naked body.  She was slick with sweat again; her condition had been near constant since she had first traveled to Vulkenon. 

The Valkyrie had always been a creature of the frozen north land of Ragnanival.  There was no way that she should survive living the rest of her life in the lava pits.  She knew she would need to change in order to survive and be happy.  But, was that really what she wanted?

Onyx slowly walked up behind her, sliding a hand up her naked back.  Instantly Gwendolyn shivered with pleasure.  Ever since he had taken her, her body had been incredibly sensitive to his every touch.  Her nipples went erect instantly and she could feel her privates grow wet with anticipation as he drew close.  Without thinking she turned her head and pressed a deep and passionate kiss onto his lips.  She moaned softly as she pushed herself against him, pressing her breasts and hips into his form.  All of her worries and concerns vanished and all she could think about was how she wanted him to fuck her until she could no longer stand. 

She turned and slid her hands up and down his form, her kiss growing more passionate and intense with every second.  She reached up to her top and began to draw it off her body when Onyx’s strong hands grabbed her own and stopped them. 

“Now is not the time, my love,” Onyx said to her softly.  “We can drown in our pleasures all we want later.  But, if you wish to be my queen, you need to undergo the change.”

Gwendolyn blushed.  The intense lust she felt every time she looked at Onyx had to be love, right?  Her body ached for him always and he made her feel so good!  No one else had ever made her feel so warm and accepted.  The only explanation was that she truly loved him above all others.  If she needed to change her body in order to be his wife and his queen then she would not hesitate. 

“Anything for you,” Gwendolyn said to him lovingly as her hand slid across his chiseled jaw.  She met his eyes before turning away and stepping before the great lake of lava and flame.  She walked, barefoot, to the very edge of the stone outcropping.  The heat that assaulted her made her fear that her hair and wings might burst into flames.  Still, she reached up and dropped her top, and spread her arms wide, fully exposing her chest. 

A high-pitched bird-like cry could be heard in the distance.  Emerging from the flames below appeared a large orange bird that seemed to be made of flame itself.  Its eyes met Gwendolyn’s as it considered her. 

“Come, Phoenix!” Gwendolyn cried out.  “Take my body and my heart as your offering and be reborn within me!  I shall be your vessel, and we both shall become one with the heart of Volkenon!”

Without hesitation the phoenix dove straight towards Gwendolyn.  Despite being a creature of flame, its beak was quite sharp as it drove into Gwendolyn’s flesh and sank into her heart.  The Valkyrie princess screamed in pain as her flesh was torn and burned.  The fiery bird pushed forward, filling the wound in her chest with it’s very from.  Gwendolyn twisted and wrapped her arms around herself as she was invaded by the sacred creature of the lava pits.  Bits of fire started to burst up upon her skin.  Her hair came undone and burst into flames.  It took moments but soon Gwendolyn was completely consumed by fire.

If asked she would never be able to describe the pain as her heart was consumed by the phoenix who then became her heart.  As the energy of the sacred creature filled Gwendolyn her body began to change and adapt, slowly becoming immune to the flames burning her.  The first sign was her eyes turning a dark orange color.  Then her skin turned darker and darker in shade.  Her wings burned away but then instantly grew back, her feathers no longer dark but an intense fiery red.  Gwendolyn’s breasts swelled, changing from their cute and modest size to something far more alluring and suitable for a Vulcan queen.  Between her breasts, the injury she sustained quickly healed over, leaving a small area blackened by a scar in the shape of a great winged bird. 

Gwendolyn had no idea if her transformation took seconds or hours, the feelings were so intense and overwhelming.  Eventually the pain stopped and so did her screaming.  Her whole body burned now, leaving her form a dark silhouette surrounded by an aura of flames.  She looked exactly like a Vulcan in their fire forms, even horns could be seen growing on her forehead, in front of her burning mane of hair. 

With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the flames.  Her hair turned pure white and fell over her shoulders.  Her skin had darkened considerably but was still not the dark bronze of a natural born Vulcan.  Her breasts were about the size of her older sister’s now, and between them was the mark of the phoenix.  Her wings were a mix of red and orange that matcher her eyes. 

Vulcan’s approached Gwendolyn.  They quickly dressed her in dark leather, knee high boots with tall heels, and matching gloves.  They wrapped her breasts in leather strips, squeezing them together and causing her phoenix mark to grow more distinct.  A leather thong ran up her pronounced backside and cut so low that it nearly exposed the top of her womanhood.  Finally, a crown similar to Onyx’s was placed upon her forehead, a metallic band with a single prominent jewel at its center.  Hers was an impressive round garnet rather than the black onyx upon her husband’s brow. 

Onyx looked at her in awe as he approached.  “All hail the Phoenix Queen of Volkenon!” Onyx cried with a raised fist.  All the vulcan’s surrounding them cheered.

The Inferno King touched Gwendolyn’s exposed neck and shoulders.  As he did Gwendolyn felt the usual pleasure shiver up her body again, but now it was somehow more.  She looked up into his eyes.  “Am I worthy to be your queen, now?” she asked softly.  She still felt like putty in his hands, but Gwendolyn now felt a confidence and beauty she had never known before.  She stood up tall and her flame-orange eyes did not waver as Onyx looked at her.

“You were always worthy, my love,” Onyx said pulling her close in a deep kiss.  She eagerly returned the kiss and pressed her body against his muscled form.  “But we need one last thing,” he whispered into her ear and smiled widely.

Gwendolyn stood from the table and glanced down upon what had been eternally imbued into her body.  The crest of Volkenon and Onyx’s royal family had been tattooed on Gwendolyn’s body, below her navel but above her pussy.  The Phoenix queen blushed as she saw that Onyx had officially marked her as belonging to him. 

“You are mine, now fully and forever, Gwendolyn,” Onyx said as he admired the new decoration on her body.  “And you are to leave that exposed, always.”

“Of course, my love,” Gwendolyn said without hesitation.  Her heart beating swiftly and butterflies flying inside of her stomach at the idea of belonging to Onyx.  “I am yours to do with as you see fit.  Will hesitate no longer, I shall do whatever you wish, forevermore.” 

Gwendolyn eagerly slid her lips around Onyx’s cock as she sat upon his great throne.  His massive member stood erect like a great obelisk as Gwendolyn slid her mouth around it and slid her head downward so that it might fill her mouth and throat.  Her tongue stroked the shaft and lubricated it fully as she moved.  Her head bobbed up and down quickly, hoping to give her husband the greatest pleasure.  This was her duty after all. 

The congregation in the throne room murmured as Onyx spoke to them as a delighted host.  They had not expected his new queen to simply start sucking his cock in front of them.  They were all clearly shocked and upset by the sight.  Gwendolyn, however, dismissed their discomfort at the sight of her actions.  Her husband had gifted her the beauty and the confidence to present herself in such a manor without hesitation.  In fact, she grew excited at the thoughts of all the old ambassadors growing hard and rubbing their cocks as they looked at her. 

As she lowered her dead deeper over her husband’s manhood, she thrust her hips and ass upwards so that those watching would get a better view.  Her narrow thong fully exposing her ass cheeks and only just barely hiding her anus from view.  Onyx caressed his queen’s hair lovingly like she was a favored pet.  His gentle touch only excited her more.  Unable to help herself she pulled her thong away from her privates, eagerly spreading her pussy with her fingers, letting her horny juices drip between her legs. 

The congregation murmured even louder, an excited energy running through them as Gwendolyn exposed herself.  Slowly they were forgetting about being proper as the debaucheries aroused them.

She pulled away from her husband’s royal cock, kissing the tip.  She looked up at him, love and desire filling her eyes as her hand stroked his length eagerly.  Onyx stroked her cheek as he returned the loving gaze.  He then urged her to stand. 

“I welcome you all, to behold the beauty of my new queen!” Onyx declared as he reached up and pulled the straps from Gwendolyn’s breasts, leaving them exposed for all to see.  The former Valkyrie princess, now Phoenix Queen, happily left herself exposed to the room of men.  All of them were entranced by her, more than one had hands over their crotches to hide their obvious erections.  Gwendolyn licked her lips seductively as she watched them as she spread her legs and sat upon the lap of her husband.

Onyx grabbed her hips and guided them down for his massive member to pierce upwards into Gwendolyn’s exposed pussy.  She moaned loud enough for all to hear as she was filled.  Her new body was somehow even more sexually attuned to Onyx.  She shivered as she rested her ass on her husband’s lap, still facing the congregation before her.  She gripped the arms of the throne and started to rock her body up and down, fucking her king in a way that all could see.

Her enhanced breasts bounced up and down as her body rocked.  Her pussy squeezed her husband as it gushed with her love juices.  Onyx’s hands slid up and down her slick body, caressing her hips, shoulders, thighs and neck in an erotic display.  Gwendolyn groaned and leaned into his touches, urging him to do more.  She arched her neck and looked to a pair of men nearby. 

She recognized one as Sir Melvin of Ringford, a fairy lord of great influence and power.  The other was the elderly King Edmund of Titania.  Both men were fully entranced by Gwendolyn’s sexual display.  She brought a finger to her lips and started to suck on it, losing herself in the pleasure of Onyx’s cock inside of her.  Slowly she opened her mouth wide, her tongue caressing the length of her finger. 

“My lords…” Gwendolyn moaned to the two men.  “Will you seal your… ALLIANCE… w-with our kingdom?” she said letting a powerful moan interrupt her words.  “If you do… we will ‘share’ our ‘delights’ with you.” Her words dripped with innuendo. 

As the men hesitated, she bent over deeply, showing off just how flexible she could be.  Her hands then moved to the men’s pants.  Her gentle fingers stroking their rock-hard cocks under the fabric.  Even the elderly king was hard with an impressive size. 

“Ahem,” Melvin said awkwardly as he tried to cover how aroused he was at Gwendolyn’s advances.  “It seems only prudent that we welcome closer ties to the Kingdom of the Vulcans.”

“Oh yes, yes, oh my,” King Edmund spoke up moments later.  “We of Titania have always valued strong relations with our neighbors!”

Gwendolyn smiled at their reactions and her hands slipped down their pants, drawing forth their cocks.  She giggled and moaned cutely as she began to stroke them both, her hips still rocking on her husband’s lap. 

The two men moved even closer and Gwendolyn eagerly pulled one cock into her mouth.  She looked up at Melvin, her eyes lustful and seductive, and yet were large and innocent looking.  She let out a delicious sounding moan as she tasted him.  Her lithe form easily twisting to pleasure all three men at once.  Her breasts dangled under her and swayed back and forth as she fucked and sucked.  She then moved to King Edmund and started to suck him off as well, her hand still stroking Melvin. 

As the erotic display continued more men crowded around Gwendolyn, many dropping their pants in anticipation.  Oaths of loyalty ready on their lips so they might feel Gwendolyn’s gifts in return. 

Gwendolyn opened her mouth wide as she licked both cocks in unison.  Her moans growing more and more husky and desperate as they continued.  Onyx spanked her firm ass and the two newly weds came at the same time.  Gwendolyn cried out as she felt her husband’s seed flood her womb, her back arched even more as her pussy gushed and sprayed with delight.  Melvin and Edmund groaned a second later, spraying their own semen into Gwendolyn’s smiling face. 

“Come!” Onyx cried to the room and clapped his hands together.  “Allow us to entertain you all in the delights that can only be found in Volkenon!”  On cue, the many Vulcan guards in the room dropped their weapons and stripped naked.  They moved amongst the stuffy nobles, pushing the voluptuous bodies against them, their hands finding dicks and lips finding exposed flesh.  “Taste of my beautiful wife, and wonderful subjects!”

The room slowly descended into lust filled madness and a glorious orgy.  Gwendolyn eagerly welcomed dicks into her pussy and ass and mouth.  She lost track of who exactly was fucking her and she did not care as she grew drunk on the pleasure.  Semen sprayed across her body and the room grew hotter and hotter.  Moans of her Vulcan sisters joined her own.

Gwendolyn smiled at her husband as she saw him dominate a pink haired fairy woman.  He pulled her hair as he reamed her backside, the fairy screaming in a mix of pain and pleasure.  She was happy that her husband had a chance to enjoy himself in the orgy as well. 

“Queen Gwendolyn, you are incredible!” cried one noble as his cock slid between her steaming hot breasts.  She eagerly squeezed them around the shaft as her hips rocked up and down, her pussy squeezing another cock inside of her.  It only took a minute for her boobjob to bring the man to his limit.  His semen leapt from between the folds of her breasts onto her face and chest. 

“You flatter me, my lord,” Gwendolyn responded, not flinching as his seed sprayed her.  “Your noble cock is equally as impressive!” 

At one point Gwendolyn found herself serving five men at once.  One man lay below her, thrusting up into her eager pussy.  Another man was bent over behind her, shoving his cock into her quivering and constricting anus.  Another man stood above the first, his dick sliding between Gwendolyn’s lips.  The queen’s hands were busy stroking a pair of other men standing on either side of her.  She was only able to stay in this position because each of her partners lent her hands to hold her upright as she worked.  She had never felt so full before, so complete!  The pleasure was indescribable! 

Gwendolyn lost count of her orgasms or the number of men she allowed to cum inside of her pussy.  She had no doubt that only Onyx’s seed would be able to impregnate her properly, for he was superior to all of these men. 

She laughed with joy as her body rejoiced in forbidden pleasures.  She threw herself into the revelry, as she did every night.  With her new body she could finally keep up with her demi-god husband and orgies became their routine.  Gwendolyn only found sleep once she was fucked to the point of unconsciousness. 

Valkyrie – Chapter 5 Alternate, Act 6

Gwendolyn curled into Onyx’s arms as they lay in a steaming hot spring.  The water was boiling around them but such heat was nothing to the Inferno King and Phoenix Queen.  After the intense orgy they needed to wash their bodies.  Vulcans eagerly caressed the royal couples formed with soaps and oils that would leave them clean and smelling wonderful. 

“You have made me the happiest man in all of Erion, my love,” Onyx said, cupping Gwendolyn’s chin and looking into her eyes.

“As you have made the happiest woman,” Gwendolyn responded, her face blushing, eyes full of love and admiration.  “As a woman I know I am but a tool for others to use, that has been the reality of my life.  But you have given me great joy and pleasure in being a tool.  I only wish to be used by you forevermore.”  Her hand slid down his chest and abdomen, caressing him lovingly before stroking his privates. 

“I will keep you close, gladly,” Onyx responded, pulling her up close for a deep and lustful kiss.  “What shall we do next?”

Gwendolyn smiled and thought for a moment before she narrowed her eyes in a sinister look.  “I have a half-sister, who is a princess of a fallen land,” Gwendoyln explained.  “Velvet is a real beauty and a powerful witch.  Perhaps she could be your next conquest?  I would not mind sharing you with her for a few nights.”

Onyx laughed heartily.  “I am excited to meet her!”

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Oswald awoke, which was surprising.  He had always figured death would mean constant and endless torture to one’s soul.  He expected to be just another soul, eternally wailing as it circled the endless abyss for all eternity.  He had sold his soul to the Belderiver, which condemned him to eventually be the plaything of Odette, Queen of the Dead.  In exchange for nearly endless physical power in life, he would be forever damned in death.

He blinked his eyes to see he was standing.  He looked down at his arms.  They were deathly pale, almost the color of his hair.  Was he alive or dead?  He placed his hands on his chest.  Did his heart still beat?

….no he felt nothing there…but there was still a strange pulsing sensation filling him.

His hands slid down his bare chest until they discovered something hard and warm.  Between his abdomen and his pectorals, was a smooth but solid object imbedded in his skin.  Oswald looked down, trying desperately to see what it was.  All he could make out at the awkward angle, as a red light pulsing from it. 

He looked around, maybe there was a mirror?  It had taken him a moment to even think about where he might be.  A chill breeze blew around him, he could tell it was cold, but did not feel a shiver through his skin.  The sky was dark above him and he seemed to be in some sort of old stone ruin.  Loose stones crunched underfoot.  Again, he could feel that they were hard and sharp but no pain lanced through his feet. 

Oswald could not consider those implications as he realized the source of light in the ruin.  Hundreds, if not thousands of pale blue crystals were scattered over the ground.  All of them pulsed with a magical light.  Oswald would could tell what they were instantly, living his life as a vessel for such a powerful item.  They were all psypher crystals, raw and uncut and full to bursting with phozons.  He was in the very heart of Odette’s realm!

“So, you finally see,” came an echoing voice around him.  It sounded like a mature woman, her tone dripping with a sensual power.  However, the volume and intensity of the voice made it sound like it came from a giant.

Oswald’s fighter’s instinct screamed at him and he turned.  Out of the darkness, lit below by the endless blue crystals, came a massive figure.  She stood nearly fifteen feet tall with skin so pale it was pure white, a long black dress clinging to her form.  Her inhumanly massive bosom was more cradled by the dress than covered by it.  Her face, that of a beautiful woman in her middle years, decorated in the finest makeup, sneered down at him with a predator’s smile.  Her hair done up in a bun so tight, it looked more like a bone white spike or collum than living hair.  Her outward beauty was a lie however.  Her arms were skeletal, with no flesh to speak of, her spine and ribs clearly visible on her back.  When she moved the skittering sounds of many legs could be heard, clattering on the stones below, her dress obscuring her grotesque arachnid legs.

Odette, the Queen of the Dead, was the most terrifying creature Oswald had ever seen. 

“You may bow to your queen,” she said as she towered over him. 

His first instinct was to follow her commands without objection.  He belonged to her, after all.  But Oswald never made that deal.  His adopted father, Melvin, had sold him to the queen of death in exchange for power.  Why would Oswald need to pay the price for power he never wanted?

He gripped his pale fists.  He felt strong, stronger than he had felt in years.  The cursed sword no longer sapping his strength and the halja no longer at his back.  He could fight her, he could escape!   Odin, the Demon Lord, knew of a way out of the Underworld, so he could find it too.  He would find Gwendolyn and…

His hands and arms flopped limply to his sides.  Gwendolyn… was lost to him.  The only woman he had ever loved had rejected him for Onyx.  While he wanted rage and the desire for revenge to swell up inside him at the memory, all he felt was a creeping darkness.  He had been weak while Onyx was strong.  Oswald was cold while Onyx was burning passion incarnate.  He had been distant while Onyx fought to be ever closer to Gwendolyn.  He could not blame her for choosing better prospects than him.  He had always been a doomed soul anyway. 

Oswald did not have Gwendolyn any longer.  He never really had her, only won her on a job.  All Oswald had now… was Odette…

His eyes cast down at her approach and he found himself dropping to one knee before his liege. 

Odette laughed, haughty and arrogant.  “I see your short life has given you wisdom, my knight,” she said to him softly.  “You understand your place.”

“Yes…my queen,” Oswald managed to say through a raspy voice.  “Please tell me… do I live still?”

Odette’s blue lips curved into a smile.  “In a way,” with a wave of her skeletal hand a psypher crystal emerged from the floor, about a foot in front of Oswald.  This one did not glow but it shined like a perfectly polished mirror.  He was finally able to see himself, reflected in that great crystal.

He was naked, his skin much paler than anyone alive.  A jagged scar slid across his neck and collarbone, where the halja had finally struck him.  However, in the center of his chest he saw the source of the red light and pulsing.  A red psypher crystal lay imbedded at his core.  Oswald instantly recognized it as the tip of his sword, the Belderiver.  “What have you done to me?” Oswald gasped.

“The dark red crystal blade has feasted on many souls in your time as the Shadow Knight,” Odette explained, slowly walking around Oswald, her many legs clattering as she moved.  “And now they are the source of your strength.  For every day you continue this existence you will absorb one soul that you captured in life.  Until then you will be kept in a state between life and death.”

Oswald felt his old sorrow return to him.  “What is the point in any of this?” asked the former shadow knight, his back bent in defeat. 

“If you are to be my knight, my guardian, my consort, my agent in the living world, then you will require a physical form,” Odette said to him softly, her long boney hand slid down to touch his shoulder, almost comfortingly.  

“For only as long as long as I have souls trapped within me?” Oswald asked, incredulous.  “Am I to be used and cast aside once more?”

The Queen of Death chuckled and waved her hand.  A long curved psypher sword emerged from the ground next to Oswald.  Unlike the Belderiver, which only had a psypher tip, the entire curved blade was composed of one expertly crafted blue psypher crystal.  The hilt, pommel and cross guard were made of some sort of solid black material that seemed to shimmer in the darkness, like obsidian, but more solid. 

“With this sword, you will be able to capture more phozons and souls,” Odette explained.  “And thus extend your ‘life’ indefinitely.  But be aware, the more strength you wield the faster you will burn through your phozons.  If you wish to remain a corporeal being, then you must always maintain a proper balance.”

She waved her hand and dark armor appeared over Oswald’s nudity.  It was much like the armor he wore in life, but instead of layers of padding, leather, chain and plates, it was all one solid piece.  The craftsmanship made no logical sense, metal this thick could not bend, and yet it did like it was a second skin.  It was a perfect living armor with no gaps or weak spots.  Even as he was fully embraced with metal, his red glowing core was still exposed.  A dark cloak emerged over his shoulders, a hood covering his head.  Looking at himself in the crystal mirror, he saw that he greatly resembled a halja now. 

A crystal chain emerged from the blue psypher sword that extended to Oswald’s waist.  “Souls absorbed with your new blade will transfer to your psypher core,” Odette said, her skeletal finger sliding across the narrow chain, caressing it.  Oswald could not suppress a shiver as he felt the almost intimate touch. 

“You will no longer be a simple Shadow Knight,” Odette continued.  “You will be a reaver of souls, a soldier of the Netherworld, a weapon for the Queen of Death.  You shall be my Phantom Knight.”

Oswald, the Phantom Knight, grabbed the hilt of his new sword and pulled it from the ground.  It was much larger and heavier than he was used to, but he felt more powerful than ever, the added weight would prove no problem.  With a thought, the blade and chain vanished with a puff of pitch-black flame.  Instinctively he knew he could summon them back instantly.  Red eyes shined under his deep hood. 

“What is my mission, my queen?”  Oswald asked, like the dutiful knight he was. 

Odette chuckled and her form vanished from behind him.  He turned, confused, but looking around he saw something new emerge from the ground.  A strange pale blue substance rose up into the air, shaping itself like clay.  Slender arms and legs were formed first, as it began to take the shape of a young woman.  Hips, waist and bust all took their shape with an ideal hourglass figure.  Nipples of a slightly darker blue emerged on her breasts.  A neck and head emerged from the mass; delicate ladylike features appeared upon them.  Long, elf-like, pointed ears grew on the sides, and deep blue lips formed a toothy smile.  Black hair burst from the back of the head and cascaded down the pale blue shoulders and back.  Midnight blue painted eyelids emerged before opening with a familiar gaze.  A gown of the deepest and darkest blue formed to shield her nudity.  It clung tightly around her hips, wait and bust, leaving her shoulders bare, the neckline descending past her breasts, giving her absolute cleavage.  There was no way such a low hanging dress could possibly stay on a woman without falling off, but rules did not apply here.  A golden coronet emerged on her forehead, as well as golden dangling earrings. 

When finally complete, this woman was surprisingly short.  Oswald loomed over this girl of impossible beauty.  Not only that, however, he recognized her.

“Gwendolyn!?!” Oswald nearly shouted as he drew back his hood.  Confusion and hope warring on his face.  Her complexion was wrong, and so were the ears and hair, not to mention her bust, but the face was that of Gwendolyn. 

“Do you approve of this form, my knight?” the girl asked.  Odette’s tone was unmistakable, but the voice was different, much younger and smaller.  She sounded a lot like Gwendolyn, but not exactly the same, like she was an older sister perhaps. 

Oswald clenched his fists.  “You would mock me, even now?!” he cried in a torrent of fury.  He swung his gauntleted hands before her, as if attempting to wipe the vision of her away.  “You make some sort of clay puppet to taunt me and my feelings?”

“Oh, my poor knight,” Gwendolyn’s face pouted as she strode closer to him, her hips swiveling in a mesmerizing way.  It was not like Gwendolyn at all.  “I am Odette, Queen of the Dead!  I may choose whatever form I wish.  This is not some mere doll, I am here with all of my powers.  I took a form you would more approve of, and would make things easier.”

Oswald scoffed.  “Easier to use me?”

Odette sighed.  “No, my knight, I can already use you however I see fit,” as she spoke, she pressed herself against him.  Through his living armor Oswald could feel her warm flesh, her soft skin, her welcoming bosom.  “This form makes it easier for you… for this…” her words passed in a soft whisper as she leaned ever close to him.  She pressed her blue lips against his in a deep kiss.  Her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.  Odette let out a moaning sigh through the kiss. 

Oswald found himself kissing her back.  The kiss, the intimate closeness he had always wanted with Gwendolyn.  He could not help himself, deep down he wanted someone to embrace.  And so, his powerful arms wrapped around Odette and they shared a deeply intimate and loving kiss. 

Onyx, Lord of all Vulcans, Sovereign of the Salamander Court, Master of the Flame, demi-god of fire and Inferno King, stood naked in front of a mirror.  He smiled his bright white teeth at his reflection, all of them polished to a shimmering shine.  A trio of Vulcans surrounded him, all as naked as he, applying oils and lotion to his well-muscled form.  Another brushed his hair and infused it with some sort of elixir that kept his hair perfectly up, as to not droop and obscure his crown.  Yet another Vulcan filed at his finger tips and toes making sure he was perfectly manicured.  While he was the greatest living creature upon Erion, it took lots of time and effort to maintain such an appearance. 

He was quickly clothed, great grown over his forehead, gauntlets upon his hands, belt around his waist, loose pants over his legs and sturdy boots on his feet.  He was once again the will of flame, the ruler of the Volkenon Lava Pits.  “Thank you, Agni, Homura, Pyrene,” he said to each of his three beautiful attendants.  He took their hands, one by one, kissing them and offering a brilliant smile.  As always, the three sisters giggled and smiled, as did every woman he favored with a smile. 

The sisters all offered him curtsies, heads bowed in absolute respect for their monarch.  They all possessed flowing white hair that cascaded down their forms and helped to obscure their nudity.  They need not have bothered, Onyx had seen all of them, and bedded them all in turn, and all at once, and with his wife.  “The Phoenix Queen awaits you,” said Agni, the oldest of the sisters, eyes lowered.  “In your throne room.”

“Excellent,” Onyx said, his grin never wavering.  Without another word he strode from his quarters down the hall of his great palace of igneous stone to his audience chamber.  It had only been a few months ago that it was filled with writhing bodies of a great orgy, solidifying Volkenon’s power in the world of Erion.  He remembered watching as his wife, the spark to his burning heart, twisted in the embrace of several men at once, all of them brought to their peak by her stunning beauty and sexual prowess.  It would be a memory he would never forget.

Onyx strode into his throne room, bursting the heavy doors open with one push of his hand.  His god-like strength allowing him to throw the doors aside with the lightest of touches.  Inside sat his lover, his wife and his queen, all in one.  Gwendolyn sat upon the throne, the mark of the phoenix still upon her chest, drawing anyone’s gaze to her beautiful breasts.  Only a thin strip of leather gave her any modesty, such as it was.  The crest of Volkenon also ever present just below her waist, marking her womb.  A tight thong the only other garment she wore at the moment.  She often used her wings to cover her hips, but she did not bother this day.  A smile crossed her lips as her husband approached.  She stood up from the throne and welcomed her husband in a loving embrace.

“You look radiant as always, my heart’s flame,” Onyx said, his hot skin on her burning flesh.

“My beauty is nothing compared to your own, king of my heart,” she responded, her tender and delicate hand playing along the great muscles on Onyx’s back.  That simple touch set the fire inside of Onyx to a great conflagration.  It took all of his self-control not to push her down and ravage her on the floor. 

As they broke from their embrace, Gwendolyn smiled and blushed up at her husband.  “I have wonderful news, my lord husband,” she said unable to hold back her excitement.  Her hand slid down her form until the red fingertips pressed against her womb.  “I find I am with your child.”

Onyx’s eyes burst open.  He was shocked, he was amazed.  He found himself overjoyed with the idea!  He grabbed Gwendolyn under her arms and lifted her high into the air, laughing like a schoolboy.  He twirled her around and she joined in his laughter, tears streaming from her eyes.  After a moment he could not help but embrace her again. 

“I am so gifted to be the mother of your children, my lord,” Gwendolyn said, joyful tears running down her face.  “I am blessed.”

“No, my eternal love, my ever-burning flame,” Onyx corrected her, looking her deep in the eyes.  “I am the one who is blessed to have a woman such as yourself as a wife.”

Their kiss was full of passion and intensity.  Again, Onyx had to fight down his burning desire.  He wanted nothing more than to take Gwendolyn then and there, let their passion burn into a flame of love so pure that it would melt the very palace. 

As the kiss finally ended, he could see the same desire burning in her own eyes.  “I am afraid, my lord husband, that this causes a bit of a problem,” Gwendolyn said softly.

“What could that possibly be?” Onyx asked, befuddled by the very mention of an issue.

“In the coming weeks, we must stop making love, for the sake of the healthy growth of your heir,” she explained, looking down to her naked belly.  “It will be torture to go so long without feeling you inside.  The blessed ravishing you bestow on me.  But for the sake of the child, we must.”

The love in Onyx’s eyes burned ever brighter.  “I have prepared for such an event, my love,” he said turning to the three Vulcan servants standing in the corner of the room.  “With magic we can transfer our child into the body of another, who will carry them through the worst of it, and the act of giving birth itself.  No reason to sacrifice your body.”

Gwendolyn looked to the Vulcans and then back to her husband, concern stretching across her face.  “But that would mean…”

Onyx reached up and brushed Gwendolyn’s face lovingly.  “Do not worry, my heart’s flame.  It will still be my seed and your egg which creates the child.  It will still be the minging of our bodies and souls that will form my heir.  The only change will be the body that carries it.”

Gwendolyn continued to frown.  “But… what if I want to bear the child, to hold it for you, to experience the trials of motherhood?”

The Inferno King blinked, not ready for someone to say such a thing.  Why would a woman willingly ruin their youthful beauty for any reason?  Why would someone subject themselves to the pain of childbirth if they could avoid it?

“Gwendolyn, you would still be the mother, it would just-“ his words cut off as her finger pressed against his lips.

“No, my husband, I will carry this child,” she said with certainty in her eyes.

Onyx’s handsome face twisted into a frown.  After everything he had done she would defy him like this?  He would not let her ruin her true burning beauty, a beauty he had cultivated himself.  He refused to be questioned. 

“I will not have you challenge me,” Onyx growled.  Even if he loved Gwendolyn - and he was fairly certain he did - he would not have her defy his ultimate authority.  “Your body belongs to me and I will not have you ruin what I spent so long to create.”

Gwendolyn did not sneer or pull back or shout in defiance.  “Husband, give me the pleasure of giving birth to your firstborn child.  And in exchange, I will give you a gift.”

She waved her hand and a few servants entered the room holding a beautiful portrait.  Onyx recognized the style.  The monarchs of the lost Kingdom of Valentine, always had portraits like this made.  The painting showed a beautiful young woman, practically a child, with long golden hair, voluptuous curves and stunning violet eyes.  She looked somewhat familiar. 

“This is Velvet, last princess of Valentine and my half-sister,” Gwendolyn explained.  “This portrait was taken years ago, and I promise you her beauty has only grown in that time.  Allow me to help you capture her heart, just as you have captured mine.  Perhaps together we can both be your sister-wives.  The two of us could give birth to a dynasty of your bloodline.  She will be the one to take your seed while I allow our child to grow.”

Onyx could not deny the appeal of a marrying a pair of sisters.  In time he or his progeny could claim the throne of Volkenon, Ragnanival and Valentine, with legitimate claims.  He had no need for Lost Valentine’s crystallization cauldron, but he would have a claim to it, and excuse to invade the fairy land of Ringford.  In essence he would be the rightful ruler of Erion.  An ambition he had never felt before, but he did like the idea of conquering another stubborn woman to his will. 

Finally, the Inferno King grinned.  “Very well, my queen,” he said, sliding his hand down her naked back and squeezing her mostly exposed ass.  “Together we will conquer this witch of Valentine.”

Velvet sat alone in a tavern.  She was in a small town, somewhere between the capital of Titania and the forest she called home.  She was not even sure of the name of the place.  But it was far from the war in the desert, the blood thirsty Aesir and the ferocious Vanir.  It was the only place she could think of that was not involved with the conflicts that filled Erion. 

She held a glass of ale but did not drink.  The forest witch was in no mood to drink.  She did not know what to do in all honesty.  Her father, the Demon Lord Odin had been defeated by the young queen of Ringford, the ring that controlled the cauldron now in her hands.   Queen Mercedes had almost killed Velvet on the battlefield, but better her with the cursed thing than her monstrous father.  The Vanir only hoped to provide phozons to their people, unlike Odin who wished to create an endless supply of psypher weapons.  It seemed logical to simply let Mercedes keep the cauldron for now. 

Cornelius, the man she loved was lost to her now.  Cursed to be a pooka forever.  She could still love him despite that… but he had rejected her.  Ingway, her own brother, had put the curse on him, after all.  It seemed her lot in life to be abandoned, by her mother and her brother, she had been cast aside for being unworthy, for being cursed, for being not good enough. 

A man at the nearby table leered at her.  Velvet pulled her hood down more and tried to shield her legs with her cloak.  She really needed to find some more suitable clothing if she was to go into public.  Her garb was the last piece of her homeland she possessed, that and her chain.  She reached for the psypher infused weapon she hung from her waist.  It was oddly comforting, knowing she could destroy armies with the simple object.  It made her feel safe.  Sadly, she could not help but still feel alone, weapon or no. 

She felt more eyes on her, even though her cloak.  It was time to go.  She dropped a few Ragnanival silver coins onto the table and stood.  As Velvet turned, she saw a dozen pairs of eyes looking at her all throughout the tavern.  Some with obvious lust, others with even more sinister glares.  Without a word she strode out of the place, not making eye contact with any of them.  However, as she moved, she could hear the squeaking of stools against the wooden floor as several men stood up.

Velvet stalked out of the tavern and into the single street of the small town.  She let her chain dangle down, the twin red psyphers glowing on each end.  The mob of half a dozen men streamed out of the bar, all of them holding weapons, daggers and clubs.  As intimidating as that sight was to most women, for Velvet it looked pathetic.  With her chain and her magic, she had laid waste to armies, invaded palaces, crushed giants.  These simple townsfolk clearly had no idea at the sheer potency of psypher weapons. 

“Sorry little girl,” said a particularly broad and hairy man, hefting a wooden club covered in metal studs.  “But you are worth quite a bit of money.”  He then lifted an old and battered wanted poster with her likeness upon it.

Velvet clicked her tongue.  Clearly this had been posted by one of the three wise men, but they were all dead now.  Of course, telling these men than would not stop them, why would they believe her? 

“I suppose if I agree to go with you, without a fight, you shall leave me unmolested?” Velvet asked, knowing the answer. 

Chuckles made their way around the group.  “Well, the bounty does not say anything about your condition,” the big man said in a raspy voice, clearly the result of years of drink and smoking.  “The boys and I will have our fun with you.  Ain’t none of us seen a woman so fine in all our years combined.”  There was a murmur of agreement to that in the mob. 

Velvet wondered if she should string these men up, burn them to cinders, or leave their headless corpses in the down square.  But with a sign, she found she lacked the bloodlust these days.  Why bother fighting?

She reached into her cloak and withdrew a round vial.  With a shrug she simply tossed it overhand at the mob’s feet.  The glass shattered on impact, the alchemical solution inside instantly reacting to air and vaporizing into a green cloud of gas.  The mob of thugs cried out in shock as they were all encompassed in the cloud.  Their cries suddenly changed to the creaking croaks of frogs.  With the cloud dispersed, less than a minute later, a dozen bullfrogs croaked and hopped about on the street. 

Velvet shook her head at the silliness of it all before she turned and stalked out of the town.  The thugs would regain their true forms in a few days.  If they survived and learned to eat flies in that time, perhaps they would learn humility, or maybe some sense at least. 

Velvet found herself in a forest.  No matter what she did she always found herself surrounded by trees.  Despite growing up in the desert kingdom, the embrace of greenery was always the most comforting.  She sighed and she strutted down the worn path.  Now out of view of strangers she let it all hang out.  Her short skirt did nothing to hide her long enticing legs, covered in transparent garters and a pair of high-heeled shoes.  Her midriff left bare, her black top fitted tightly around her breasts, leaving their shape obvious to anyone who looked.  Her long blond hair she kept bound in a simple red hood, black veil adorning her forehead but not obscuring her face.  She sighed as she once again felt like herself, not some woman in hiding.

As if waiting for her to lower her guard, flame burst all around her.  It was not magical flame, of which she could summon and control, but raw primordial flame from the core of Erion itself.  She felt the intense heat but a whispered word of a spell made her immune to fire and the uncomfortable intensity vanished.  From the flames strode massive dark scaled beasts.  Velvet recognized salamanders at a glance, but these were not the small silly looking lizards that were commonly seen, but the massive elder wyrms that were raised by the nobility of the Lava Pits.  They stood almost ten feet tall, crawling on heavily clawed hands and feet.  Sitting astride the wyrms were women of skin the color of burning coal, their bodies aflame, burning hair and horns adorning their heads.  Vulcans were the rulers of the Volkenon Lava Pits.  Slowly a trio of them surrounded Velvet, each holding long swords, burning bright with superheated metal that somehow kept their shape.  One Vulcan could prove to be a difficult opponent, but three and all astride great salamander wyrms would be an almost impossible challenge.

Velvet gritted her teeth.  Not even Vulcans were immune to her magical flames.  She would not go down without a fight!  She gripped her chain in both hands and prepared to begin the inevitable battle.

However, much to Velvet’s shock, all of the Vulcans, and their great mounts bowed low before her.  The Forest Witch blinked in shock and looked around, questioningly.  What exactly was going on?

That was when the final member of the group arrived.  Unlike the Vulcans her skin was light, if heavily tanned.  She was a beautiful woman with shimmering orange eyes, the color of a sunset.  Her hair was white and was tied in an elaborate braid that slung long over her shoulder.  Elbow length gloves, and knee-high boots adorned her hands and feet, but she was practically naked other than that.  A black strip of leather held her breasts together, and obscuring her nipples if nothing else.  A similar leather thong hugged her hips and obscured her privates, but it hung so low, if the woman had pubic hair, it would have been on display.  Instead, a crest of Volkenon had been tattooed there.  A burn on her chest in the shape of a great bird, adorned her generous cleavage.  A metal band adorned her forehead with a gleaming garnet at its center.  Most striking of all were the wings that hung over her hips, feathers a mix of red and orange.  She was like some sort of Valkyrie who had been combined with a Vulcan. 

“I heard tales of King Onyx marrying a beautiful young woman,” Velvet said, refusing the bend the knee to this queen before her.  “You must be the famous Phoenix Queen.”  She still gripped her psypher chain, ready to do battle with this creature. 

The queen smiled widely and giggled.  “Velvet, my sister, have I changed so much that you do not recognize me?” she asked, her tone shockingly friendly.

Velvet considered her words, feeling quite confused.  She had no sister… not unless you considered…

“Gwendolyn?” Velvet asked with a highly raised eyebrow.  “Is that you?  That’s not possible…” she saw the gleam of joy in her eyes and the confidence in her smile.  She then looked to see the generous bosom that rivaled her own in size.  If this was Gwendolyn, she had changed in more ways than one. 

Gwendolyn jumped into her half-sister’s arms and hugged her tight, giggling like a school girl.  “I have found happiness in my life, Velvet,” she said.  “I have found a place where I belong.”

Velvet awkwardly returned the embrace.  The two girls had not been close; they had actually tried to kill one another before they learned the shared a father.  And yet it was strangely nice to have someone who thought of you as family and smiled at the sight of you, it had been so long. 

“So, you married Onyx,” Velvet said, parting slightly from the Valkyrie queen.  “You certainly look the part; you are incredibly beautiful.  But why are you here?”

Gwendolyn’s smile never wavered.  “With our father defeated, Ringford now controlling the Cauldron, and Titania in chaos, Volkenon is the only stable and prospering nation left in Erion,” she explained.  “Join me and my husband there.  You will be safe with us and given a place of respect you deserve.  You will be a princess once again, not only in name, but the older sister of the queen.”

The offer was tempting.  Velvet had no real home, her brother gone, her lover gone, her kingdom destroyed.  She had no love for the Lava Pits or it’s foppish king, but Gwendolyn seemed genuine.  She had always been so self-serious, endlessly loyal to a king and father that would never return her affections.  Now she seemed free and full of life.  Honestly, she would take that over the cold, sacrificing soldier.  “What does Onyx want with me?” Velvet asked, not willing to trust anyone, not anymore.

Gwendolyn’s smiled softened.  “I understand your hesitance,” she said.  “But all I ask is that you have a meal with us.  Talk to my lord husband and sample the pleasures of my new home.  If you want no part of it after tomorrow, then we shall let you go.”

It was sounding far too good to be true.  But Velvet had little other options at the moment.  What would one dinner hurt?

The Volkenon Lava Pits had never been a place that Velvet wished to visit.  A kingdom built inside a massive volcano it was impossibly hot at all times.  Rivers of lava ran through the city built of black igneous stone.  The citizens walked around almost naked with no regard for humility.  And this night she sat at the very center of the over indulgent kingdom.

Much to her relief the palace had been made cool through the use of magic and she was not a constant sweating mess.  She sat at a strangely small and humble table at the top of the great palace, a sort of gazebo-like structure that had a small roof held up by a series of columns.  The high vantage point gave visitors a view of the entire city, lit by the ever-present glowing stone and burning rivers.  It was a beautiful, if somewhat intimidating sight.

Her chain hung on a hook attached to a nearby pillar, within arm’s reach.  The round table was covered in a fine cloth, and an exotic assortment of foods filled it to the brim.  Brightly colored fruits and vegetables, unmarred by the intense heat of the land, were joined by steaming meats that were perfectly marinated in juices and covered in sweet smelling sauce.  Few could rival the cooking prowess of her beloved pooka, but Velvet could not deny the culinary skill brought to bare tonight. 

Gwendolyn, dressed so provocatively, bent over the table and poured a deep red wine into her cup before joining her husband on the other side of the table.  Onyx was as handsome as the stories described him.  However, the look in his eyes and the smirk on his mouth also confirmed his endless arrogance.  He did not hesitate to spank Gwendolyn’s exposed ass before she sat.  She was his queen, but instead of offence, she smiled up at him, blush filling her cheeks.  It seemed this was a place of abundance of everything except shame. 

Vulcans in their more humanoid form worked around them.  All of them dark skinned beautiful women with long white hair and all completely naked.  Hips swiveled with each step; breasts wobbled in return.  Only then did Velvet notice that they did wear jewelry.  Nipples and lips and nostrils and navels were pierced with shimmering gold and silver, and precious gems.  Chokers and bangles and anklets winkled in the ever-wavering fire light.  Earings dangled under earlobes and rings decorated fingers.  The only body part that remained unobscured by riches were foreheads.  Only the king and queen were allowed to adorn their heads with crowns.  

Despite the wealth and beauty on display they all were submissive to Onyx’s every whim.  One Vulcan massaged his shoulders while another stood by with shimmering decanter, waiting for the chance to refill his wine.  Yet another prepared more food and deserts.  All of them with eyes down and willing - no eager - to serve their king. 

This was a display of power on a scale that Velvet had never seen.  Not only was he rich, not only was he powerful, but even his people worshipped him like unto a god made flesh. 

It all made Velvet sick.

“Come, my sister!” Onyx’s joyful and melodious voice bellowed.  “Eat, drink, and partake of the endless bounty of my kingdom.  You are our most honored guest tonight.”

The food did look wonderful and despite the obvious flaunting of his near limitless power, Onyx seemed nice enough.  He was quite handsome and charming; it was no wonder that Gwendolyn had agreed to marry him. 

“I am humbled by the display, your majesty,” Velvet said with suitable humility, bowing her head.  She would play her part for now, but as always, she would keep her guard up.  Even in the heart of this kingdom, Velvet had the power and magic to bring it all crumbling down. 

“No need for the show of propriety,” Onyx said with a genuine smile.  He opened his mouth and one of his Vulcan’s placed a small cherry tomato inside, that he crunched with a squelch of juice.  “You can relax; you are family.”

“She is just overwhelmed by your intimidating display, my lord husband,” Gwendolyn said with a giggle, her hand lovingly caressing his well-muscled upper arm.  “You must give her time to adjust, just as you needed to do with me.  She is not used to the finer things, despite her royal birth.”

“Ah yes, of course,” Onyx said with a slight bow of his head.  “Forgive me, this all must be a little much for you.”

“Admittedly,” Velvet said, risking a bit of honesty.  “This is all a bit gaudy for my tastes.  All of this brazen nudity and overt display of wealth, clearly you are trying to impress me.  But to what purpose my good Inferno King?  I am no one of importance.  The only thing I own worth anything is my chain.  But I cannot imagine you would be foolish enough to try and charm such a weapon from me.”

Onyx burst out laughing at Velvet’s blunt words.  “Forgive me, my sister,” he said with a toothy smile.  “I do not wish to belittle you; it is simply my pride taking over.  I wanted only to impress you, the sister of my heart’s flame.  Believe me, I have no ambition to wield your psypher weapon.  I have seen what such greed can do to men, like the Demon Lord himself.  Undone by his lust for power.”

“I am afraid my lord husband knows not how to interact with others without trying to seem to be the richest and most prosperous in the land,” Gwendolyn added.  “He means well, I assure you.”

Velvet hesitantly nodded.  Onyx was a boisterous fool, but Gwendolyn’s description of him seemed apt.  A demi-god unable to stop himself from showing off, like the deities of old.  It made sense.  “I have taken no offense, I hope you have taken none yourself, your majesty,” Velvet said with perfect decorum. 

“Excellent!” Onyx bellowed raising his cup high.  “A toast, to my beautiful wife and her equally beautiful sister!

Gwendolyn raised her cup instantly.  Velvet only hesitated a moment before grabbing her own cup and joining theirs.  As one they all downed the sweet wine.  It had been a while since she had wine and her throat burned with the potent alcohol.  Her face reddened and she almost coughed after downing so much in one go.  Before she could object a naked Vulcan filled her glass before moving to the others. 

Before she knew it, Velvet was slowly relaxing in this strange company.  She had never felt like she and Gwendolyn were sisters, but the idea was a comforting one, especially after losing Ingway.  So, she drank wine, tasted incredible food, and let herself talk and laugh with the others as the evening turned to darkest twilight. 

Oswald felt heat for the first time in so long.  His body naked and entwined with Odette’s nude new body.  His hands cascaded down her pale curves, his lips brushed her neck and collarbone.  His ridged manhood pushed deeply into her awaiting and moist embrace.  She let out a soft moan as she wrapped around him.  Her dark lips cooing into his ear, her black nails scratching his skin, commanding him to go deeper and deeper still. 

He did not hold back.  All of his lust, his endless yearning to be loved and to be held close by another coming forth.  The pair lay in a glowing bed of Odette’s glowing psypher jewels.  Despite the stones under them, their skin as not cut and it felt as soft as any mattress.  “Oswald, my knight, my love,” moaned Gwendolyn’s voice in his ear.  “More, deeper, h-harder!” 

The Queen of the Dead seemed to match his need for this carnal ritual.  Her hands slid up his back and gripped the back of his neck and his shoulder.  Her legs wrapped around his hips, locking him in place, making him unable to escape.  Her large breasts, warm and soft and welcoming, pressed against him.  Her nipples hard and erect, tickled his bare chest.  With a grunt he thrust deeper.  “Aah!” Odette moaned.  “More!”

He turned to face her.  Their eyes locked, their pupils mirroring the lust they both felt.  Their kiss was intense, passionate, savage in nature.  Lips locked together as tongues violated each other’s mouth’s before twisting together in a dance of carnal pleasure. 

Oswald’s hips thrust harder and harder and harder.  The bed of jewels crunched under them, chips of deep blue stone flew from their hips as they crushed them, their immortal bodies unharmed.  The Phantom Knight’s hips grew so fast and powerful that even Odette was forced to pull away from their kiss to let out a moan of raw pleasure.  Her nails clawed at his skin, scoring marks down his back, shoulders and neck.  “Fuck me, plow me, dominate my young fucking body,” Odette demanded, her voice rough but edged with desire.  “Mark this new womb as yours.  Shape my womanhood to match your massive fucking cock!  More…more… do not stop!”

Oswald could only obey.  Even if his soul did not belong to her, he would have continued happily.  His life was one of darkness and loneliness.  His father never cared for him, and despite fighting for the Vanir they only feared him.  Even Gwendolyn despised him, giving away the ring he had slain the king of dragons to retrieve.  The only one who wanted him was Odette and he would carve his gratitude into her loins with all of his pent-up rage and lust. 

He pulled back and gazed down at the woman.  Gwendolyn’s lovely face smiled up at him, her eyes unmistakably those of Odette.  She smiled up at him, licking her deep blue lips with a lustful hunger.  With every thrust her body rocked, her bountiful breasts jumping and rolling over her chest, her erect nipples tracing circles in the air.  Her hair of deepest black, spread out around her head like a halo of darkness.  Her hands slid up his chest, black fingernails caressing the blood red psypher in his core.  

She rocked her hips in time with his own thrusts.  She had the lovemaking prowess of a goddess, with an eternity of experience.  Oswald knew that in his mortal form he would have climaxed within mere moments.  But in his state between life and death he could match her needs. 

“Do you like it, my knight?” Odette moaned as she caught him admiring her body.  “Do you approve of my tight pussy that I crafted for you.  Can you imagine what sort of pleasures we could reach together?”  Her back arched upward, bringing her voluptuous breasts to his chest.  Despite her command of the situation, she cried out and moaned with the pleasure.  Oswald did not think it merely a show for his benefit.  Oswald was giving her what she needed, his entire life had been building up to this moment where he could pour his years of need and suffering and unsated lust into her. 

“Yes!” Odette cried, Gwendolyn’s sultry voice growing higher.  “Yes, fuck me my knight.  Pound this pussy and make it forever yours, just as you are f-forever m-mmmine!” 

Oswald let out his own moan as his back and neck arched.  He gasped for air as her pussy gripped him impossibly tight.  It felt so good!  It felt better than he could have ever dreamed!  His hips did not let up, if anything they worked harder. 

“UUUUuuuuuhhh!!” Odette moaned, her eyes fluttering, mouth opened wide.  Her tongue twisted as her back and hips jerked and arched.  “I’m cumming f-from y-your c-cock!” she let out with a raspy moaning breath.  “Let it all out i-inside…inSIDE!!” she demanded on the verge of a climax decades in the making.

Oswald let out a savage roar of lust as his own eyes rolled up into the back of his head.  He was possessed by the pleasure, his rational mind no longer in control.  The swell of sensation finally burst and his form went suddenly ridged as tone.  His manhood burst and whatever fluid his strange body produced flowed freely from him and into his queen. 

“AAaahh!!!” Odette let out a howling moan that seemed to reverberate around them.  The cry of pure pleasure was carried by the wailing souls of the Netherworld as they all seemed to join in their queen’s orgasm.  Her fingers gripped Oswald so hard they broke the skin, black blood pumping fresh from the wounds.  Her body twisted and arched around Oswald’s stiff form and for that moment they had become one.  A shockwave of lust exploded from the pair and shook the very foundations of the land of the dead. 

The two lay, panting and shivering in each other’s arms.  The claw marks and punctures on his shoulders healed almost instantly, leaving no trace of the injuries.  Despite the bone deep exhaustion, Oswald could not stop himself from pressing a powerful kiss onto Odette’s lips.  The pair squirmed into each other’s embrace once more, the temporary satisfaction replaced by more burning lust in only moments. 

They rolled until Odette sat mounted upon her knight.  She sat up straight, leering down at him.  He looked up and admired her figure, before grabbing her shapely rear end and squeezing it with his large powerful hands.  She grinned at that before starting to rock her hips.  It only took moments for the two to get lost in carnal lust once more.  This time Odette made herself a display of sensual undead beauty, her breasts swaying, her hips rocking, her ass pumping.  Her hands slid up her sensual body and gripped her hair as her head was thrown back with a cry of pleasure. 

Oswald found his hand smacking her ass.  She cried out in shock and then let out a giggle.  He spanked her again and again, each time producing a cry of surprise, mirth and lust.  She began to grind her hips with a low growl of sensual need.  Oswald shivered with the sensation, his hips beginning to push upwards, his cock seeking her womb once more.

“Do you desire to fill my divine womb with your abominable seed once more?” Odette asked through heated breaths.  Her eyes looked down on him as her hips swiveled and danced, his girthy cock deep inside.  “You want to fill my belly with your progeny?  Do you think it will be so easy, my slave?”

Oswald took in a shivering breath, his hands gripping her ass tight as his hips started to thrust upward with impossible strength.  The powerful movement caused Odette’s form to bounce up and down, his cock pounding in and out of her.  With each impact of their flesh, hips connected with inner thighs in a cracking clap.  Breasts bounced and jumped with eagerness on her chest.

Odette arched her neck and cried out.  “Yeeeeeessssssss!” gleeful for his forcefulness.  “Fuck me, you pathetic soul,” she cried, teeth bared between dark lips.  “Rape me if you can.  Ravash me! Take me!”  She grabbed her breasts with her sharp and panted fingertips and pinched her nipples hard. 

Oswald lost himself in his berserker lust.  His eyes rolled up into his head again like he was possessed.  His hips pounded upwards like an overworked piston on the verge of breaking.  Odette squealed and moaned in a display of divine pleasure.  The harder he pushed the more she rejoiced. 

As Oswald came again, his loins pumped and pumped, semen pouring deeply into Odette’s more than accepting womb.  Odette screamed in pleasure, throwing her head back in a wave of pitch-black strands, her massive breasts thrust into the air.  Her pussy gushed and clenched and twisted with her unholy orgasm. 

After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, the pair gasping for breath, Oswald looked up at his queen.  She glared down at him, her eyes a mix of lust and distain for the wretched creature below her who would dare try to impregnate her with such a pathetic display.  Despite how she looked, she shivered with each breath, the pleasure still pulsing through her veins.  She lowered herself, pressing her tits to his chest, her faces only a hair’s width apart.  “This time…” her voice rasped in a soft, but urgent whisper.  “Fuck me like you mean it…”

Velvet sighed as she lowered herself into the bath.  She supposed it was a hot spring, as it was exposed to the open air and the lava pits were the source of the water’s heat.  The comforting water soothed her sore body.  How long had it been since she had a real bath?  The water was impossibly clean and clear, with the air above appearing to waver with heat.  She felt divine.

She had drunk too much, she had to admit.  The wine tasted good and it made her feel even better.  Not to mention there was always more, servants not hesitating to fetch another bottle.  Truth be told her memory of the night was growing hazy. 

As her hands washed her form, she felt her cheeks go pink and it had nothing to do with the alcohol.  It had been a very long time since someone had touched her.  Onyx was quite handsome, if a bit full of himself.  Gwendolyn was more beautiful than ever, despite obviously changing herself dramatically for her husband’s sake.  And all of those gorgeous Vulcans, their bodies on full display.  Velvet bit her lip as her hands slid over her naked breasts and between her legs.  She had not felt the touch of another since before Cornelius had been transformed, and even then, he was only learning.  Velvet’s breath grew heavy as sensation started to build in her privates, her fingers playing with her clitoris.  She was so lonely and she needed to feel good again.

She let out a soft moan moments before Gwendolyn emerged before her.  “Do you mind if I accompany you, sister?” she asked, completely nude and walking into the hot waters of the spring without actually waiting for her response.  She was followed by that trio of Vulcan sisters that always seemed to be around her. 

Despite herself Velvet rose her arms to cover herself.  The clear waters provided no shield to her nudity.  She just had to hope that the women did not see her as she had begun to masturbate. 

Gwendolyn signaled to one of the trio and she turned from her queen and walked over to Velvet.  “Oh, uh n-no I’m fine washing myself,” Velvet spoke up, uncomfortable with the situation. 

“No reason to be so reserved sister,” Gwendolyn said as she relaxed into the water.  The two other sisters waiting on her hand and foot.  One began to add scented oils to the queen’s skin the other began to wash her hair.  “You have so much hair, I’m sure it needs to be cleaned and untangled after living in the woods for so long.”

Velvet could not deny her half-sister’s words.  Her long golden locks had been mostly hidden in her hood these last few weeks and could use some work. 

The Vulcan girl, youngest of the three, did not wait for permission and started to undo the elaborate hair bun on the back of Velvet’s head.  She looked much like all the other beautiful Vulcans, though her hair was much shorter and stylized to cover her left eye.  It seemed they would not take no for an answer. 

“Do not worry yourself, my lady,” the Vulcan said in a surprisingly cute sounding voice.  “My name is Pyrene and I’ll take care of all of your needs tonight.”

Velvet sighed and blushed and figured there was no point in fighting it, and let the girl do her work.  Despite herself, Velvet relaxed as she was waited on.  Her many tensions slowly eased away in the hot water and gentle caresses of her hair.  It felt so wonderful and the alcohol in her system helped her loosen up.  Velvet did not know how long she lay in that hot spring and felt truly relaxed for the first time in years. 

Massages followed, skilled hands working her shoulders and back.  Velvet winced and sighed and let it happen.  More hands slid over her, working her calves and feet.  It felt so wonderful, she lost herself in it.  More than once, she felt the desire to slid her fingers across her clitoris, she was still so aroused from earlier, even more so now.  But she of course would need to wait till the work was done.

“Enjoying yourself, sister?” Gwendolyn asked in a soft whisper. 

Velvet’s eyes opened to see Gwendolyn had slid up next to her while she had been lost in the comforting trance.  “Y-Yes, it feels quite wonderful,” she said truthfully. 

Gwendolyn giggled as her hand slid down Velvet’s neck and down into the spring waters, caressing her breasts, tickling her abdomen and then sliding between her thighs.  “Gwendolyn?” Velvet asked, unable to keep her body from shivering at the tender touch.  Her nipples went hard and her hips shifted as a fire ignited inside of Velvet. 

“I’m sorry for interrupting what you were doing earlier,” Gwendolyn whispered into her ear.  “Would you care for my help?”  Without waiting for a response, her finger tip slid down Velvet’s womanhood and began to circle her engorged clitoris. 

Velvet shivered and her pink cheeks turned red.  Velvet did not want this, but she found herself far more aroused than she expected.  Gwendolyn was so beautiful and they had been intimate in the past.  “Gwendolyn… t-that’s not…” she tried to say, despite her body burning with need.

“Shhh,” Gwendolyn quieted her sister, finger pressed against her lips.  “Let your little sister give you what you need.” 

The slender finger of the queen slid around Velvet’s clitoris before sliding deeply inside her womanhood.  This was quickly joined by a second finger.  Gwendolyn’s digits curled inside of her, caressing Velvet with skill and technique that the witch had never experienced before. 

Her mouth opened wide and she let out a shuddering moan from the sudden surge of pleasure.  Her hand slid up to her sister and gripped her arm.  Velvet could say nothing as she let out another weak moan.  She knew it was wrong to do this in front of all of these other women but Velvet was so horny and Gwendolyn was so skilled. 

“Spread your legs sister,” Gwendolyn whispered a sensual command and Velvet found herself doing as she was told.  The Phoenix Queen slid between Velvet’s spread legs, fingers still doing their work.  Her opposite hand caressed Velvet’s warm face as the two grew closer and closer.  Breasts met breasts as their bodies entwined.  Velvet’s hands slid up her sister’s back and gripped her shoulders. 

“G-Gwendolyn…” Velvet breathed out a husky moan.  Her eyes locked onto the beautiful orange eyes above her. 

Without another word the sisters locked in a kiss.  Velvet knew this was wrong but she could not stop herself.  Her body twisted and rubbed against Gwendolyn, her nipples brushing her sister’s nipples.  Their lips and tongues locked in a sensual and very sexual kiss.  Despite Gwendolyn’s tender and slow caresses, pleasure pumped through Velvet’s pussy.  A more intense moan sounded through their kiss as Velvet felt the sweet crescendo of pleasure approach.  She would endure until then.  It was only… a few… moments…more…!

“Do you want to cum, my sister?” Gwendolyn asked in a sensual whisper directly into Velvet’s ear.

The witch was not sure why it had not happened yet; her clitoris and pussy were still being caressed same as before.  Yet somehow the pleasure had plateaued and she could not climax.  Gwendolyn’s skill with this was more than Velvet could understand.

“Y-Yes…” Velvet breathed through another shudder.  This was some sort of torture.  She did not want to participate in an erotic game, she wanted to cum.  But she understood she would need to play along.

“Then beg for it,” Gwendolyn said with a soft chuckle.  She kissed the side of Velvet’s ear. 

“B-beg?” Velvet’s eyes grew wide and uncertain.  Another wave of sensation hit her and she shook and moaned but did not climax.  Her hands reached out and gripped Gwendolyn hard, but she refused to move, their bodies still slowly rubbing against one another. 

“Say: ‘Please let me cum, little sister’,” Gwendolyn instructed, an amused smile covering her lips. 

Velvet’s face went deep red and she let out a heavy moan.  It was getting to be too much!  If she did not cum, she would go mad!  She looked up at Gwendolyn, pleading with her eyes, but she did not relent. 

“I-I b-eg you…” Velvet tried to speak, her breathing getting hot and heavy.  “Please l-let me c-cum, little sis-ssss-sster!” she struggled to finally say.

“Good girl,” Gwendolyn smiled and kissed Velvet’s forehead.

In an instant the pleasure finally surged past the barrier and filled Velvet entirely.  Her neck and back arched suddenly as she let out a primal cry of pleasure.  She rocked up and down; this was it!

“Say your cumming, say it,” Gwendolyn instructed moments before Velvet felt she might explode.

“I’m cumming!!” Velvet obeyed and shouted the words.  Eyes rolled up into her head as an orgasm stronger than she could imagine exploded through her loins.  She shivered and bucked again and again as it felt like she was cumming again and again.  How was it possible?  What had they done to her. 

Velvet did not know how long she had been left a quivering mess at the edge of the hot spring, but slowly she regained consciousness.  Her body still tingled from the powerful orgasm and the burning desire in her loins only grew hotter.  Without thinking she slid her hands between her legs again.

“Perhaps too much aphrodisiac was put in the mixture this time?” spoke Onyx’s voice.

“Better that then leaving her half conscious and unable to move, like you did with me,” Gwendolyn retorted. 

Velvet turned her head at the sound.  As she did, she saw Onyx, completely naked and sitting on the edge of the pool.  His massive cock stood erect between his legs, Gwendolyn lovingly licking it up and down with slow and tender care.  The witch’s eyes grew wide at the display.  When did he get here?

Onyx smiled down at her, his eyes lustfully taking in her body.  “Care to join us, my sister-in-law?” he offered with a charming smile.

Velvet was not overly surprised that the couple was sexually adventurous.  However, she had not expected to be drugged and ambushed.  She shook her head, eyes wide, still locked on his massive engorged member.  “N-No…”  she managed to say.

Onyx chuckled as he pulled her from the water and laid her down on a nearby towel.  Velvet struggled but the aphrodisiac in her system was doing its work.  Her logical mind knew this was wrong but her body yearned for it.  His simple touch sent her skin aflame with need.  “Your mouth might say no,” Onyx grinned as he loomed over her.  “But your eyes say ‘please I want your cock.’”

Her legs were spread open wide, exposing her pulsing womanhood.  She struggled against his grip but he was so strong and powerful.  She pushed and punched but it was like striking stone.  “No… no stop!” Velvet cried as her arms were forced down, Onyx lowering his face down to hers.  His lips pushed against her own in an intense and passionate kiss that she did not want.  She tried to pull away but it was just impossible, her body tingled all over and she shivered at the powerful kiss.  Her hormones took over and she returned the kiss.

That was when his royal member violated her.  His massive cock pushed deeply into her waiting pussy.  It was so big and hard and wide and powerful all at once.  Velvet could not imagine anything being so big inside of her.  Her mind screamed as her body rejoiced in pleasure.  Slowly his hips began to rock and he was raping her.

Finally, she was able to rip her lips away and escape the kiss.  “No s-stop!” she cried through an unmistakable moan of pleasure.  “I d-don’t want this!”

As she pulled away from his kiss, his lips descended to her neck and started to caress that up and down.  She shivered and butterflies raced in her stomach, it felt so amazing.  “They always say that at the start,” Onyx whispered.  “But in the end, they just beg for more.” 

His hips began to speed up until he was pounding into her with each thrust.  Velvet’s eyes fluttered at the sudden surge of pleasure and arched her neck.  “F-Fuck!” she cried out her frustrations which were drowning in sexual pleasure. 

“How is her pussy compared to mine, my love?” Gwendolyn asked as she knelt by the pair.

“Oh, she is so superbly tight,” Onyx said looking up at his wife.  “As she tries to fight it gets even more so.  I had imagined a harlot living in the forest would have a loose pussy.  But it is indeed that of a noble princess.  One of the finest I’ve ever felt.”

“Oh, I am so glad to hear that!” Gwendolyn said with a bright smile and a giggle.  “I was worried you might not approve.”

Velvet wanted to scream as they talked about her womanhood like it was a piece of choice meat for their supper.  “How dare you!?” she cried.  “How d-dare…”  she wished to rant and rave but the pleasure assaulting her was too powerful.  She moaned and found herself pushing her body against Onyx, griding against him, begging for more.  She could do nothing to fight them as her body was held down and dominated.  She felt her orgasm approach once more, this time fast and strong!

“I’m cumming… I’m cumming!” she found her herself crying.  “I’m fucking cumming!!”  Her mouth opened wider and wider as an animalistic moan bellowed out of her.  Her body bucking hard, her pussy twisting and gushing as it was spread so far apart and filled so deeply. 

“Ah ah!” Onyx groaned as the woman under him twisted and contorted through a powerful orgasm.  “She is really twisting… I can’t st-top!” He shivered and then suddenly went stiff with a louder groan himself.

His demi-god cock burst and his almost burning hot semen flooded Velvet’s insides.  Amidst it all she was not ready for him to cum inside of her.  Her orgasm only intensified as she felt his cock pulse and pump wave after wave of his seed directly into her womb.  She wanted to curse and scream but she no longer had the capacity.  Her mouth opened wide and she could only bleat like an animal in heat, her eyes rolled up into her skull.  Her pussy gushed as she came again only seconds after her last one ended. 

“She looks so beautiful as she is cumming, my love,” Gwendolyn sighed as she watched Velvet’s face distort and tongue fly wildly from her lips. 

The witch panted and gasped as it took a moment for her senses to return.  Her orgasm had been so intense that her mind could not fully understand what was going on and temporarily she could not think, all of her synapses were overloaded with unwanted pleasure.  She had been rolled over onto her hands and knees, strong hands caressing her exposed ass.

Velvet blinked as her mind tried to catch up with what was going on.  “W-Wait,” as all she had time to say before Onyx’s divine cock violated her again, this time from behind.  His rock-hard hips clapping against her round ass.  She gasped and moaned as she felt like she was going to cum instantly from the simple insertion. 

Her arms struggled to hold herself up as his thrusts began.  Her body rocked back and forth, her large breasts swaying under her.  Onyx’s hands caressed her hips and back lovingly as his cock plowed her like he was sowing a field.  “Such a fine pussy,” Onyx said admiringly and then spanked her ass.  “I will enjoy using it as I see fit in the future.”

Velvet moaned again, unable to simply breath as her body was dominated.  She looked up and saw Gwendolyn, the younger sister smiling and looking very self-satisfied.  “Wh-why do this?” Velvet asked.  “I th-thought we w-were si-sisters?”

Gwendolyn’s face suddenly turned dark and serious.  “Did you ever think that way, Velvet?” she spat.  “Did you think that as you stole my virginity?  As you raped me in the woods with your strange cock of alchemy?”

Velvet’s face burned with shame at those words.  They had tried to kill one another and things got out of hand.  Before she could think of something to say, maybe apologize for what she had done, Gwendolyn produced a vial of familiar looking liquid. 

“Well two can play at that game,” Gwendolyn said with an evil looking grin before she tipped her head back and drank the concoction. 

The former Valkyrie sighed and then let out a soft moan, reaching down to her naked pussy.  Her tender fingers stroked her clitoris as it started to grow in size and length.  Her breathing grew harder as the clitoris slowly took the shape of a masculine cock.  It had been the same potion that Velvet had made and now Gwendolyn was going to use it on her!

“Gwen-“ her words were cut off as the vengeful queen thrust her cock into Velvet’s open mouth.  Gwendolyn gripped her hair and thrust deeply.

“Shut up and suck my cock, you bitch,” she spat as she began to rock her hips back and forth. 

Velvet tried not to choke as she was violated at both sides.  Lost in the intensity of it, she found herself doing as she was told, sucking on Gwendolyn’s faux cock, caressing it with her lips and tongue. 

“My love, she has gotten even tighter back here,” Onyx said with a laugh. 

Gwendolyn giggled and moaned.  Her free hand squeezing her breast, while the other gripped Velvet’s hair.  “Yes… J-just like that, bitch,” she said, clearly enjoying the sensation.  “Suck it… suck my cock just like you made me suck yours.”

“Mmmphf mmmmffmphff mmmmffphhhfftt,” Velvet moaned and slurped along the length.  She looked up, her eyes wide and pleading.

Gwendolyn loomed over her, and evil grin upon her pretty face.  “That’s it my little fuck toy,” she said softly, her hips rocking faster.  “I hope you like the taste; you are going to be having it a lot in the future.”

While trying to deal with Gwendolyn raping her mouth, Velvet almost forgot about the pounding behind her.  All of the intense sensations and pleasures she had been trying to ignore hit her all at once.  She tried to cry out but her mouth was full and it came out as a muffled moan.  Her body shook, her ass wiggled, and her tits flopped about.  Onyx spanked her again and she winced. 

Gwendolyn gripped Velvet’s head with both hands and began to thrust harder and deeper.  Velvet’s eyes went wide with shock and panic as she felt the rod fill her mouth and slid down her throat.  “Yes, that feels so good, your tight throat,” Gwendolyn groaned.  “Keep fucking her pussy my love, let us cum in unison.  Let us fill her from both sides!”

As Velvet choked on Gwendolyn’s dick the pleasure only amplified within her.  It was too much!  Her legs wobbled as her pussy was pounded like an anvil.  In that moment she was a sex toy and there was nothing she could do!

Her abusers went stiff and thick and shockingly hot liquid poured into her from both ends.  Her pussy and womb were pumped with more semen, and some sort of similar fluid filled her mouth and shot down her throat.  She gagged, coughed and choked at the same time as another intense orgasm exploded through her loins.  How did it feel so good?  Why did such torture feel so wonderful?

She dropped to the ground, twisting and shuddering, her orgasm seeming to never end.  Semen spilled from her lips, and more dripped from her overfull pussy.  “P-Please…” she managed to beg.  She looked up at the two who had violated her, their cocks still stiff and hard, ready for more.  “Please… I’m… I’m s-sorry!” she sobbed, tears streaking down her face.  “N-No more… no more!”

Gwendolyn knelt down to her sister and tenderly touched her cheek.  “Oh, my poor big sister,” she said softly.  “I’m sorry… but we’ve only just started.”

Oswald strode to the edge of the great cliff.  Beyond it he gazed into the sparkling twilight of the living world.  In the great distance he saw lights of Nepulopolis, capital of Ragnanival.  His cloak fluttered against the strong breeze so high up. 

“Tonight, the demon lord shall pay for trespassing on my home, and making off with my precious jewels,” spoke the words of his queen, her voice cutting through the wind with its sheer authority. 

Oswald could not help but grin as he drew forth his new sword.  He was curious to how his newfound power would measure up against the weakened army of the Aesir.  Ringford had won a great victory over them, their new queen destroying the Demon Lord’s powerful psypher and nearly mortally wounding him.  They were not ready for Oswald, even alone he was certain he could bring the kingdom to its knees.  However… he was not alone.

Odette emerged from the darkness beside him.  She had changed her look to more suit her partner.  Instead of a gown she wore a short black leather mini-skirt, with fishnet tights up her legs.  High-heeled combat boots adorned her feet.  A narrow leather tube top covered her chest, but left both the upper portions and the lower portions of her breasts exposed.  Black leather bands crossed her wrists and another was a choker over her neck, all of them with bone white metallic studs and spikes on them.  Her lipstick and eyeshadow were now black.  Her long hair had been cut to hang just above her shoulders.  Her elf-like ears had been pierced with a half a dozen earrings, a mix of studs, dangling stones and even short chains that crawled up the length of her ear.  Her navel, lip and the side of her nostril was also pierced.  All of her piercings held small blue psypher crystals that cast a dull glow in the dark night.  In her hand he held a black staff, or perhaps more of a long pole, at the top hung her iconic lantern. 

She strode up to her lover and clung to his form, kissing his cheek.  Her mini-skirt flew up exposing a generous portion of her shapely backside.  “Fight well, my knight,” she whispered into her ear.

An arm wrapped around her waist and Oswald pulled her into a deep kiss.  She tilted up her head and pressed her body against him with open sexual desire.

As they kissed a heavy rumble filled the air as a massive beast strode behind them.  An enormous three headed creature, covered in pale exoskeletal bones, protecting pulsing red skinless flesh and exposed musculature.  It took the shape of a massive three headed hound.  Oswald was told the creature was known as a darkova, an undead version of one at least.

“Why have you brought me to the edge of this land?” bellowed its hollow voice.  Oswald was surprised the beast could speak, and he even sounded somewhat eloquent.  “Do you presume to command me now, Queen of Death?”

Odette let the kiss linger before turning back to the intimidating beast.  “You shall do as I command if you do not want my knight to strike you down,” she said, quite calmly, her free hand stroking Oswald’s chest.  “Know your place, my dear King Gallon.”

The knight slid his hand under her skirt and gave her rump a squeeze.  She giggled and blushed at the daring yet affectionate touch.  Slowly she pulled away, still reaching for Oswald as if she could barely stand to be separated from him for even a moment.  With a smile she started to wave her Lantern of the Dead in the sky. 

Moans of the dead and giggles of spirits filled the air.  An army of undead filled in behind the bestial darkova.  “My knight, my general, my love…” Odette cooed to Oswald.  “Lead my undying army to the Demon Lord’s throne, so he may pay for these years of disrespect.  Conquer his lands and subjugate his people.  This shall be the first step in building my Empire of Death!”

Oswald’s eyes widened and his cloak flapped around him.  His eyes started to glow a bright red as raw dark energy filled him, turning him into a shadowy phantom.  With a roar he flew down the cliff and lead the charge towards Ragnanival. 

Odette only smiled as her legions surged forth around her.  She laughed haughtily, throwing her head back. 

Velvet’s face twisted as her endless violation continued.  Onyx’s massive member pushed between her ass cheeks and into her ass itself.  As it stretched open wide, she only felt a bizarre pleasure fill her, even though she knew she should feel a great pain on being ripped open in such a way.  The aphrodisiac was doing its job.  She let out a moan that barely sounded human.

“My love, I can feel your wonderous cock through her,” Gwendolyn said with a smile, her faux member pushing into Velvet’s worn pussy.  The Phoenix Queen moaned and shivered.  “She is getting so tight around me when we both fuck her at once.”

Onyx chuckled before spanking Velvet’s wobbling ass cheeks and thrusting ever deeper inside of her.  Gwendolyn lay under Velvet, her orange eyes wide and a blush on her smiling face as he thrust up into Velvet’s pussy, the witch held between the two lovers, being violated by both at once.  “Does it not feel wonderous to be loved on both sides, my older sister?” Gwendolyn asked, gently touching Velvet’s cheek and looking into her eyes.  As she thrust her hips upwards, their breasts continuously rubbed against one another.

Velvet could not do much other than vibrate between them.  She was constantly overloaded and being fucked between these two only caused her to orgasm again and again.  Her eyes could no longer focus and drool ran down her chin.  Her body was caked in sweat and other fluids.  “Please… s-stop…” she did her best to say before her body reacted strongly and another almost violent orgasm rocked through her.  Her ass clenched and her pussy gushed and twisted. 

“My poor poor sister,” Gwendolyn said softly, her hips never stopping or even slowing.  “You still don’t quite understand.  You belong to us now.  And we won’t stop until we are satisfied.”  Arching her back she extended her tongue and she licked the side of Velvet’s neck.  The witch shivered in response and let out another animal-like moan as Onyx pushed his cock deeply inside of her.  “And with an amazing body like yours,” she whispered into her ear.  “Why would we ever want to stop?”  Gwendolyn grabbed Velvet’s hair and forced a deep kiss onto her lips.  As if to make a point, Gwendolyn began to thrust harder and faster.  Her husband matched her speed.

Tears streamed down Velvet’s face.  She opened her mouth to scream in sorrow but only a hot moan of desire escaped it.  Her eyes rolled up into her head and her tongue slid clear out of her mouth as she lost all control of her face.  She could feel another orgasm building already.  “I’m cumming… cumming… I can’t stop cumming!!” she sobbed.

Gwendolyn echoed her sister’s moan and shivered.  “You are clamping around me so tight,” she breathed.  “My cock feels so good when you cum on it!  Do it again!”

Velvet let out a series of moaning breaths, her tongue out, making her resemble a panting dog.  Despite the orgasm in her fading another was building to replace it only moments later.  It was too much, her mind could not handle all of this at once, but the drugs in her system always made her ready and eager for more. 

“Are you ready, my love?” Onyx asked as he grabbed Velvet’s golden locks and yanked on them hard, pulling her head back.  “Should we finish up and fill her from both sides?”

Gwendolyn moaned and smiled brightly at her husband.  “Of course, let us all cum at once!”  Her hips pounded up faster and faster, their beautiful bodies slamming into Velvet at a terrifying pace.  “Like that… squeeze my cock just like that, sister!”

Gwendolyn threw her head back, arched her back and thrust her hips in one intense motion.  She cried out in pleasure.  Her faux cock bursting forth her enchanted semen, pouring in more and more to meet those of her husband.  “Take it sister, take my seed inside, take it all…”

Onyx at the same time also went stiff with a powerful thrust, flattening Velvet between the two.  Burning hot semen flooded into Velvet’s ass.  The feeling of being filled from both sides was even more intense than anything else so far.  The raw pleasure causing something to crack in her mind.  The orgasm that followed was simply too much and the forest witch lost all consciousness. 

The Valkyrie screamed as her spear and shield were shattered by one swing of the great psypher sword.  A claw of pure darkness slashed across her chest, ripping at her uniform and exposing her perky breasts, which wobbled and swayed.  With a heavy thud she was thrust against a stone pillar in the halls of Nebulapolis.  She screamed again, tears running down her face as the phantom loomed over her, shadow claws in one hand, massive glowing sword in the other. 

Screams of terror could be heard through the palace as soldiers and servants ran and were cut down by the undead legions.  However, out of respect for their general, the soldiers of the dead avoided this one pillar. 

The shadowy form shrank and Oswald returned to his natural state, still looming over the Valkyrie.  “You command the Valkyrie?” he asked, his voice unnaturally loud and hollow sounding.  The red-haired Valkyrie looked like a child, or at least barely an adult.  Her big blue eyes wavered as she looked up at Oswald, shivering with intense fear.  “Answer me,” Oswald said softly, his voice somehow even more menacing. 

“Y-Yes!” she managed to say.  “After the defeat by the Queen of the Fairies, most of our generals were dead or too wounded to keep going.  I was promoted to command the Valkyrie, because there was no one left.”

Oswald’s red eyes narrowed.  The Valkyrie shivered under him, clearly wanting to scream and run but was paralyzed by fear and the knowledge she could not escape him.  “You’ll do…” was all Oswald said.

“D-do? F-for what?” the young Valkyrie asked.

Without another word Oswald opened his mouth and a pair of shimmering white fangs grew from his teeth.  He pounced upon her even as she screamed again.  His new fangs pierced the pulsing flesh of her neck.  The Valkyrie screamed and struggled against him but it was meaningless.  The veins around her neck turned black as Oswald’s essence invaded her body.  The girl shivered and her cry changed.  A moment later she moaned, her hands no longer pushing him but gripping him tightly.  Her eyes went wide with surprise as her legs shivered.  Her naked nipples went erect and hard.  Wetness dripped down from under her skirt.  The pure blue eyes of the girl slowly changed to a glowing red. 

As Oswald withdrew his fangs he smiled down at this young woman who now belonged to him.  She continued to shiver but it had nothing to do with fear.  Her hands slid up his chest.  “P-please…” she started to beg.  “Please d-don’t st-stop…”

The armor between Oswald’s legs withdrew exposing his pale and impressive member.  His hand tore away the valkyrie’s clothing, leaving her naked in boots.  The wings on her hips ruffled as her legs spread open. 

She cried out with bliss as Oswald violated her hard against the stone pillar.  He hugged him tightly and eagerly shook her hips.  “Fuck me, master…” she moaned a willing puppet to him.  “Harder harder!!”  He savagely ravished her.  Compared to his beloved queen she was nothing, but she would satisfy him for now. 

“My pussy is yours, it belongs to you, master,” she panted lost in the pleasure.  “It’s yours forever!”

Velvet rode Onyx now, her ass facing him.  She happily rocked her hips up and down, squeezing her pussy as tightly as she could manage to perhaps satisfy him.  Gwendolyn knelt between her husbands’ legs.  The queen’s tongue slid up her husband’s testicles and across her sister’s gushing clitoris.  Velvet squealed with joy at the additional sensation. 

“Your pussy is a match even for my queen’s Velvet,” Onyx chuckled as he admired her ass bouncing on him, her flesh ripping with each impact. 

The Forest Witch giggled and looked over her shoulder at him, face blushing.  “Thank you,” she said with a genuine smile.  “My pussy is taking the shape of your cock.  Only you Uuuuuhhhhh!!” her words broke off with a powerful moan, Velvet throwing her head back.  “O-Only you c-can hope to s-satisfy me… anymore…”

Gwendolyn slid her body up that of her sister’s, lovingly caressing her as she did.  Her fingers brushed Velvet’s clitoris back and forth.  “You’ll serve as his cock sleave?” Gwendolyn asked, kissing Velvet’s neck.  “You’ll be his willing pussy whenever he wishes it?” 

“Yes… YESSSS!” Velvet cried, a ragged moan bursting from her lips.  “I shall serve you and he forevermore.  Just don’t ever stop!” 

Gwendolyn forced a kiss onto Velvet’s lips.  The witch returned the embrace with sloppy eagerness.  Her eyes rolled up in her head as she twitched and bucked, another orgasm hitting her. 

Onyx groaned and as his cock bulged inside Velvet, white semen oozed out of her pussy, her womb already overflowing with the substance. 

Velvet fell back into Onyx’s arms.  He held her close and she gladly cuddled up close to him.  She still vibrated with the lingering memory of dozens of orgasms that rocked her so hard that all sense left her mind.  She looked up at Onyx with a mix of love and adoration. 

“Just kill me and be done with it,” growled Odin’s heavy basso voice.  “Leave my people alone.  You came here for me.”  The massive Demon Lord was on his knees, his powerful arms manacled, a great chair between them, wrapping around his neck.  Despite his legendary strength he could do nothing to free himself.

Odette sat on the throne, a smug look on her face.  She took no small amount of joy that she had done so with a copy of his daughter’s face.  “You invaded my home and stole my jewels, like a thief in the night,” Odette said to him, crossing her legs, giving him a view of what was under her skirt.  “I warned you, but you refused to stop.  So, in turn I am stealing your kingdom.  You have lost your generals, your daughters and even your mighty balor.  You are nothing!”  She waved her hand and a pair of massive Halja emerged from the air and lifted the massive king. 

Odin bellowed as he was pulled from his throne room.

Oswald emerged a minute later, a grin on his face.  An almost naked girl, barely old enough to be a Valkyrie, clung to him.  A fresh pair of puncture wounds lay obvious on her neck.  “Please master…” the girl whined as she clung to him.  “Please… use my pussy again.  I promise to bear you strong children.”

Odette raised an eyebrow at her knight and his strange tag-along.  “Who is this?” she asked, amused. 

“I never asked her name,” Oswald shrugged.  “But I think she will be the first of my Death Angels.”

“An interesting name,” Odette giggled.  “What are your plans?”

Oswald turned to the girl his hand sliding down her neck and touching the bite marks on them.  She shivered, her eyes wet with desire.  She let out a soft moan, mouth open wide to reveal fangs of her own. 

“For now, I’ll enjoy them as willing slaves that will do anything for me,” the phantom knight said.  “Did we capture any other Valkyrie alive?”

A wide smile cross Odette’s face.  “Dozens,” she said in an alluring whisper.  “All of them beautiful virgins.”

Oswald smiled.  His years of torment and loneliness fueling his newfound ambition.  “I’ll need to do something about that…”

Velvet let the flames claim her.  Mystical chants filled the room as sorcerers bent magical energy into the witch.  A pillar of fire surged through the chamber, drawn from the very heart of the volcano.  She should have been burned away but the dark ritual instead changed her.  She was to become one with the fire.  She felt the will of the primordial fire elemental rage against her.  But Velvet’s power and will were far too strong for it.  It took only moments for the will to break and the elemental submitted to the witch.  She felt her body change and adapt to the primal flames.  No longer a simple human witch she would be a creature of fire, forever part of the Volkenon Lava Pits and their sovereign. 

Velvet stepped from the flame as it died into smoke and ash.  Servants rushed to surround her and dress her explode nudity.  Her skin was now pink, resembling that of a fiery demoness.  A pair of short but curved horns adorned her forehead, her long hair spilling around them.  Her ears now long and pointed.  A long narrow tail, tipped with what was shaped like an arrow-head, dangled and swayed just above her backside.  Golden bangles adorned her wrists and a loose golden collar clasped over her neck, adorned with a ruby.  A transparent shift was hung over her shoulders, covering her chest but hiding nothing.  Each nipple was pierced by a golden bar, rubies hanging under the tip.  More gold and rubies pierced her navel and even a fold of her womanhood’s lips.  An anklet dangled over her right foot.  A circlet was placed on her forehead, sparkling red stones displayed between her horns.  Her golden hair now shined and shimmered in the light, almost metallic in appearance. 

She gave a low curtsy as Onyx approached, a wide smile on his face.  “You look dazzling my dear,” he said, lifting her head with one finger under her chin.  “You just need one more thing.”

Velvet smiled up at him, devilishly.  “I shall handle that myself, your majesty,” she said.  She brought a trio of fingers to her lips and began to softly blow on them.  A symbol started to glow there, a heat haze wavering the air around her hand.  Then, without a moment’s hesitation she brought the hand down between her legs.  Her fingers pressed hard, only inches above her womanhood.  She cried out as the sound of burning flesh could be heard.  However, her cry was not one of pain but one of pure ecstasy.  She shivered and licked her lips as she slowly and sensually withdrew her hand.  The skin above her womb was now blackened with a brand, the crest of Volkenon.  Now she matched her sister.

Onyx smiled at her, his hand brushing at her now pointed ear.  Velvet’s pink cheeks turned a darker shade, even now blushing at his touch.  “Now… kneel,” he commanded softly.

With a nod, Velvet did as instructed.  She lowered her head and gazed at his majestic cock.  Without a word she wrapped her lips around it and began to suck him off.  Her head bobbed eagerly as she took him deep inside. 

As she continued, Gwendolyn pressed herself against her husband and held him tightly.  “I hope you enjoy my gift,” she said, kissing his cheek.

“A most wonderful gift,” Onyx said, his arm wrapping her close and smacking her ass. 

Gwendolyn blushed as she gazed at him, adoringly.  “Just please do not forget, you can fuck my pussy for weeks still.  It’s been lonely without your cock inside it.”

Onyx chuckled.  He reached up to her shoulder and pulled her down his body.  Gwendolyn smiled and knelt to her liege.  She opened her mouth and joined her sister in sucking him off.  The two beautiful women worked together with skill and grace. 

“My womb is more than ready to bear your next child,” Velvet said, looking up at the man, as Gwendolyn filled her mouth with his shaft.  Her tongue slid across his testicles, her big eyes never leaving his.  “Wherever and whenever, my liege.”

The Inferno King bellowed a full-bodied laugh that seemed to echo around them.  His laugh could be heard throughout the kingdom. 

Mercedes stood before the great and intimidating Crystallization Cauldron.  Surrounded by endless wastelands, the device stood ominous.  Upon the Fairy Queen’s finger was the golden ring, Titrel, which gave her control of the powerful relic. 

“Armies of the dead invade the north,” rasped an old voice.  Mercedes turned her head to regard a slumped and cloaked figure.  “And Onyx grows more powerful and reckless by the day.  It is only a matter of time before the two forces clash.  How will you protect your people with no allies?”

Mercedes did not trust the wretched creature.  But he had proven to be wise and knowledgeable.  With Ingway lost to her and Brom leaving her side, the young queen needed someone like him as an advisor.  She was well aware that he was the dead king of Valentine, somehow escaped from the Netherworld.  She knew she could not trust him fully, but she needed his knowledge.

“And the Cauldron shall protect Ringford?” she asked.

“Yes, my queen,” the wretched figure said with a bowed head.  “Its power is unparalleled.”

The Vanir lived off of phozons, they needed them to survive and reproduce.  The Cauldron would provide an endless supply of phozons, and thus make her army nearly invincible.  With a deep breath and a nod, the fairy queen raised her hand up high.

“Awaken, Cauldron!” she commanded. 

Responding to her words the giant mechanical cauldron stirred to life.  Gears cranked and pipes hissed with its workings.  The lid opened and an incredible stream of red energy burst forth.  A river of thousands, no millions of phozons emerged. 

With a wave of her hand the river of phozons turned and flew towards Mercedes.  With a deep breath the power of millions of souls flew into her.  She instantly felt her body change as it was filled with godlike power.  She grew, her legs became long and shapely, her hips curved.  Her breasts began to swell and tear open her green leotard.  Her hair cascaded down her back, flowers blooming all along its length.  Her features matured to that of an adult, no longer that of a mere child.  Her wings shimmered brighter as they grew in size, the designs along each becoming more elaborate and beautiful. 

She lifted her hands and felt the power surge through her.  With this power she could protect Ringford for all time.  No…. With this she could win all of Erion for her people!

The late king of Valentine chuckled to himself as the cauldron spewed forth the souls of his fallen kingdom.  “Excellent…” he whispered.