The Hero Obsession (Closed)

[Lady_Gamer]

This thread is closed for Eazy.​

"My Lady, your champion has arrived." These words were spoken by a man in roguish garb. The black boiled leather of his vest hosted a silver embroidering of the insignia of Chaos on the left side of his chest.

The woman he was speaking to had been enjoying a soak in a hot bath, the surface of the water overflowing with a luxurious lather. Her long silver hair was pulled back and held by pins, her naked body concealed by a thick veil of bubbles from the shoulders down. She turned her attention to the henchman with a pleased grin upon her crimson lips. “Very good, Seth.”

As she finished speaking these words, she moved to lift herself from the tub. Standing, only traces of soap remained on her flesh as the water spilled down her form. She would appear to be in her early twenties, with a sinuous body so perfect it could only belong to a supernatural being. Indeed – she had been crafted rather than born. The truth of her existence eluded the mortals of the present era. They referred to her as the Avatar of Chaos; legend had it that she was a possession-based spirit that used weak willed mortals as her medium of setting the world on fire.

Seth watched as a couple of servants rushed to wrap a towel around the woman’s pale body, concealing her unnaturally perky double D breasts. She stepped over the edge of the tub and paused while the servants dried her legs and arms. “Where is he?” she asked.

The henchman raised a brow. His instructions had been very specific, so there was little need for the question. “In your bed, of course.”

“Fantastic! You can still follow directions, then! I nearly thought you were in need of a replacement.”

Seth frowned. “You wound me.”

“You deserve it,” she countered, signaling to her servants to take their leave. As they scurried away, the woman took several silent footfalls towards the man in the black leather. She stepped past him – he turned to follow her down the hall. “Need I remind you of your recent failings?”

“That seems unnecessary.”

The woman laughed. It seemed genuine rather than in malice. Without further words, the two continued towards the Avatar’s bedchambers. It only took a few minutes to reach the double doors, which seemed to swing open without any action from the woman or Seth. As she stepped over the threshold, she reached to pull the pins from her hair – it cascaded down her shoulders, reaching to her hips. She ran her fingers through the straight length as her ruby eyes settled on the armored form on her bed. His wrists were bound in front of him – he had been placed on his back in the middle of the mattress. Assumably, he was unconscious.

“…You injured him.”

“In my defense, he was trying to smite me.” Seth responded with a grin - he must've thought himself funny. Paladins and their smiting...it was a good one.

The woman gave a Seth a bitter glance. “Do you think I enjoy executing my own?”

The man shrugged, his grin persisting. He and the Avatar had a long standing history of Master and lackey - he was more than comfortable with her threats.

“Get the fuck out.”

The man nodded and happily obliged. He shut the massive double doors behind him.

The supposed spirit took a moment to look over the Champion of Adrius. His armor was crafted by the most skilled blacksmith in the realm and had been pretentiously engraved and accented with genuine gold. Her eyes trailed up to his helmet. Apparently, Seth had thought she wouldn’t notice the man’s head wound simply because she couldn’t see it.

With the wave of a hand, the man’s bindings dissolved. His arms slid down the smooth surface of his breastplate, falling to his sides. The flickering of the torches reflected marvelously on the contours of his metal encasing. As she approached the base of the bed, she released her one-handed grip on her towel, allowing it to slip from her body. In nearly the same moment, a minimal amount of clothing materialized on her form.

She placed her palms on the mattress, her knees following shortly after. She crawled up the man’s legs and settled herself into a straddling position on his waist. Removing his helmet, she studied his face for several moments. The Avatar was familiar with his appearance – she had wanted for him for nearly ten years. It wasn’t the first time she had seen his perfect flesh marred by an injury…still, displeasure couldn’t begin to describe her feelings towards the deep gash above the man’s brow. From the looks of it, Seth was lucky that the heavy blow didn’t outright kill the Avatar's love interest.

The woman tossed the intricately designed helmet to the side, the sound of colliding metal upon marble flooring suddenly filling the otherwise silent room. It seemed enough to wake the champion – his eyes shot open and blinked several times before he was able to focus on the form sitting atop him. The noise of his helmet rolling across the floor slowed and eventually ceased entirely.

“Cecil,” the woman spoke warmly. “It is good to see you again. Despite the circumstances, of course.”

She’d watch as his eyes searched for recognition. It was quickly apparent that he was at a complete loss. The Avatar leaned forward, her ample breasts barely contained in a black lace bra. She wore matching panties and thigh-high stockings. An open and wispy robe fell from her shoulders – attached to it was hood. The material hung loosely about her face, not presently obscuring her features. Her silver hair flowed over her shoulders and fell upon his breastplate as she moved.

A hand reached towards the man’s face. Without the assistance of an incantation, the passing of her fingers from several inches away caused for the man’s wound to heal. “I apologize for not coming for you myself. I should have known better than to trust anyone else with your handling…”

He seemed to immediately recognize that particular energy. His eyes widened – the Avatar watched with a small grin as he re-lived the moment he had returned to his home temple six months ago, finding everyone murdered and the site reduced to ruin. The area seethed with her magical signature. One could assume the Avatar of Chaos wanted Adrius to know who had slain his sheep.

The Champion of Adrius was quick to try to improve his position. An arm shot up, aiming to strike the lady – she caught his wrist with ease and looked down at him as if she were confused about his anger. “Oh, don’t be mad. You don’t even know my side of the story.”

He gave a growl as he struggled to sit up, his other arm reaching for the woman’s throat. She slid to his waist as he lifted himself, focusing her attention on securing his limbs. He couldn’t feel the pressure of her grip through his armor, but nor was he able to physically overpower her. She held him securely, his arms trembling with rage as he fought against her strength. She frowned briefly before forcing him back onto the mattress, pinning him under her body as she pushed his arms against the sheets. She moved his hands up and outwards. “Calm down, Cecil. You’re only making this hard on yourself.”

His response came in a form of the beginning of an incantation. Unfortunately for him, the lady was prepared. Shackles materialized, chaining his wrists in place. Her hands quickly replaced themselves at the man’s throat – before his spell was able to take form, the woman silenced him. She sat upright and watched as his lips continued to move without sound. She gave a sigh before reaching to the side, pulling a strap from the surface of the bedside table. “I was hoping to give you a chance to earn this…” she spoke wistfully, dangling the collar before him. It was black leather with silver runes and locking mechanism. “But I guess if you’re going to be a bitch about it…”

Her glance showed disappointment. She leaned forward, the writhing of his body under her doing little to stop her. She leaned forward and used both hands to affix the collar around his throat. As the click of the lock was heard, Cecil regained his voice. He either didn’t realize or didn’t care to speak to her at present.

She placed a hand on the side of his face, caressing him tenderly. “You’ll learn to appreciate everything I’ve done for you, Cecil. I know it may not seem like it, now…but I’m setting you free. No longer will you be at the bidding call of tyrant God – a lord who denies you pleasure for his own sake…” A finger trailed over the man’s breastplate. She was eager to remove his armor. Her crimson eyes stared in to his for a several moments – she noted the misplaced hatred in his expression.

“Tell me, love. Don’t hesitate to speak your mind.”

 

[Eazy]

Slipping in and out of a state of consciousness during the majority of his 'trip', the young Paladin's mind was filled with various imagery. Old nightmares of past mistakes and failures which had long tormented the virtuous follower of Adrius, the Light God whose teachings had shaped the male's very life since he were but a lad. Achieving the rank of Paladin, a Champion of justice under Adrius' teachings, had perhaps been the proudest day of his existence. This wasn't an easy accomplishment for anybody, especially for one to achieve at a then relatively young age. Now in his late twenties, the male had fought incredibly hard over the past several years and been rewarded justly for his efforts.

Or that's how it used to be, until a tragic incident which befell his temple. Imagery of what was seen upon his return to the temple, along with imagined ideas of how the assault, nay, slaughter of his fellow followers had been carried out were flashing through his subconscious. Familiar faces. One which he'd almost wished to forget. Twisted in pain and horror as their lives were snuffed out of existence. None whom were there had managed to survived. During his weaker moments, the Paladin had questioned the justice of a world where such acts can happen to good people.

Almost mercifully, the Champion of Adrius began to stir awake from his slumber by the intrusive sound of metal hitting a hard surface. His eyes struggled with adjusting to the world around him, as the feel of a dull pain at the side of his head helped to assure the dark haired male on how this wasn't another part of his dreams. As the sound of his helmet rolling upon the ground ceased, it was promptly replaced with the smoother sound of a female's voice. She spoke his name. Was the Paladin at another of the temples? He remembered the last battle which resulted in his narrow defeat, but afterward...

The woman spoke further, as her hand moved toward his wound, which healed said injury within an instant. Still slightly groggy, Cecil was indeed awake enough to recognize this particular form of magic. His original source of his previous dreams had come back to mind, only now clear of any nightmarish embellishments, and instead only filled with a cold reality. Not wasting a word, nor thinking twice of striking a creature which hide within the guise of a female, the Paladin simply let loose a furious grunt while swinging at the Avatar of Chaos.

"Damn you!!!" He spat out rather fiercely as she caught him by the wrist; ignoring her words for now and simply attempting another foolish strike with his free arm while they both shifted about upon the bed. Managing enough to sit up, the sound of his armor almost straining over the proud warriors muscles as he attempted to fight her inhuman strength could faintly be heard. Gazing into he eyes, Cecil stared daggers into the Avatar of Chaos, before eventually being pushed back down onto the mattress.

His struggles continued for a few fleeting moments, but anger had only managed to cloud the Paladin's initial reactions, as the Champion of Adrius quickly began an incantation. The lady's unfortunate preparations were indeed his undoing, as the materialized shackles bound the male's arms by their wrists; freeing her hands to catch the warrior by the throat. His initial fear was that she might crush his windpipe, but the familiar feel of energy ebbing his way through his throat had told him otherwise. Still, Cecil remained dutiful about attempting to finish the incantation, until inexplicably finding his command of simple words taken away from him.

Even as he attempted to remain calm under this new development, panic had begun to fill the male's eyes. Writhing against his shackles, Cecil tried to finish the remaining portion of the incantation; finding that without the actual sound of the words, his attempts were futile. The remaining lip flaps on his part were the result of attempting to curse the Avatar of Chaos' very existence, but even those began to stop after a few moments of frustrating silence. Instead, he simply laid there, as there seemed little else one could do in his situation, while watching and, for the first time, really listening to what the lady had to say.

Gazing at the collar, Cecil remained defiant every step of way, as he struggled and writhed beneath her while she put on the collar. But it was pointless. The item was placed upon his neck. What purpose it held, the Paladin couldn't say right away, as he observed the Avatar of Chaos while she went into her little spiel. Her words, apparently intended for comfort, were insulting to the Paladin. Yet Cecil would let them roll off his back like nothing, as the strong willed male stared back at this 'creature' with his own light brown eyes. The first chance granted to him, the Champion of Adrius thought, he would eliminate the world of this menace.

There was a noticeable moment of confusion when she invited him to speak of his mind, but after a quick testing of his vocal cords through a brief humming sound, Cecil was even quicker at taking her up on this offer.

"Done for me?? Set me free?! You've been ruining my life and destroying everything I hold dear, you twisted deviant!" The bound Paladin shouted into her face, teeth bared, while calling her out on the previous comments, "If you truly wished to 'set me free' then undo these binds and face me head on!"

The dark haired male pulled at his bounds for several moments - more so testing them then expecting any actual break - before settling back down. His strong chest heaved under that fancy breastplate of armor. Every muscle within his fit body was prepared to strike out against the Avatar of Chaos, and the continued immobility had been torturous in itself at this point. The thought of inciting another incantation had crossed his mind, but she was far too close for him to be capable of finishing even a smaller one. Besides, Cecil had a feeling the collar around his neck had designs for stopping or hindering such attempts at the first sign of magical energy.

Instead, allowing himself to calm down gradually, the Champion of Adrius simply gazed up at his captor. Still tensed with anxiety and anger, the male spoke with an intense, yet far more controlled tone of voice, "Have you no shame? Speaking out on such demented perceptions of endearment to a man whose very faith you've admitted in trying to shake?" The sound of his chains rattling due to the slight tug of his arms could be heard, as Cecil's lips remained parted to give her peaks of his clenched teeth while almost growling, "I swear by the Light God, Adrius, that I'll make you pay for your crimes."

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The woman gave Cecil her undivided attention as he spoke, placing her palms flat on his breastplate while maintaining eye contact. She gained a small smile as he shared his vision of freedom under the current circumstances - were it not immediately followed by his short struggle, she may have commented. Instead, she merely reflected internally. A duel between them would end extremely badly for the Paladin, she knew.

He calmed slightly before continuing with more hateful words. She forgave him - he didn't know any better - and her expression didn't falter in the least as he swore righteous revenge upon her. He was so hot when he was angry.

"Oh, Cecil...look at you," she spoke as if to a child. "Talking as if you know things." Her hands slid to his shoulderguards, her fingers working to disconnect them from their bindings. Sure - she could remove his armor by magical means, but...well. She wanted to savor the unveiling of her Champion. "Firstly? I have to free your mind before you can be physically released. Secondly..." His pauldrons were removed and tossed as carelessly as the helmet had been. "I will not have you questioning my love for you." An open hand struck him across the face. Immediately afterwards, she leaned in close - possessively grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at her. She stared into his eyes and whispered, "I love you more than any mortal could begin to fathom..." She briefly pressed her lips to his, trailing her hand from his chin to his throat, just below his collar. The insistent pressure of her fingers seemed to have a clear enough message: she was more than willing to choke him if he dared to try anything stupid. It hardly seemed necessary, though, as the kiss was short lived - he barely had time to consider retaliation in the form of biting before she was withdrew. She lifted her body slightly as her attention shifted to the left side of the man's breastplate. The ease of disassembling the armor was practiced, it seemed, as her fingers deftly separated the two main plates.

"I know you better than you know yourself," she spoke confidently as her hands worked to swing the breastplate apart. Her ruby eyes welcomed the sight of the man's heaving chest - only a thin layer of cloth concealed his skin . Before continuing, she pulled the armor completely away from his form. A strong yank dislodged the metal from under his back. "...The way you used to look at the High Priestess of your temple...the desire you felt..." She watched his face for his reaction while she placed her palms on his chest. Just as it looked as if he would refute her statement, her nails buried themselves into his flesh. In a flash, claws tore through his tunic, exposing his bare chest and fresh wounds.

"Oh my, it seems I've cut you, baby. Perhaps you should think a little longer before you consider lying to me..." Again, she paused long enough to soak in his torments. He'd be a good pet, she knew, once this training mess was out of the way. She smiled softly as she slid her thighs down his body - when she leaned forward, her mouth was level with his wounds. She licked the welling blood and closed her eyes momentarily - she gasped with ecstasy. "Oooh, you taste marvelous, my dearest..."

Her lips trailed down his strong chest, planting tender kisses as she worked her way to his stomach. Her hands began working to unfasten his plate leggings - she glanced up at the paladin as she completed this task.

"Did you know that Angela desperately wanted for your attentions, Cecil? That...say...if either of you had been just a tad less dutiful to Adrius, you could've been blissfully happy with each other? Did you suffer for it - or did you ease your pain by being unfaithful to a lesser degree? Sure, defiling a High Priestess is one thing...I'm sure fucking some random peasant during your travels is another. I mean - the world can't be as black and white as they say it is, can it?"

As she spoke, she had successfully loosened and removed his leggings - including, of course, his boots. He was untethered from the waist down at present; the Avatar of Chaos stepped off the bed (just out of kicking range) as she dropped the items and considered her prize. All he had left were his gauntlets and a plate that was strapped around his upper arm - remnants of his shirt, and his undergarment.

He was so perfect...and he was finally hers.

 

[Eazy]

Having recognized the apparent condescension within her tone, his lips curled into a slight snarl as she spoke, while refraining from giving the satisfaction of voicing the displeasure felt at her continued demeanor. His eyes remained primarily locked upon the Avatar's features, albeit with some faltering to follow her hands as they worked at his shoulderguards. That attention remained shifted toward the pieces of armor when they were discarded, which allowed for him to be caught completely off guard at the open handed slap across his face. An angry grunt escaped his lips, with any words which may follow afterward being stifled from the 'female' grabbing at his chin to force his attention upon her with surprising strength before, most unexpectedly, claiming his lips.

"MMPH!!" His sounds of protests were muffled against her mouth during the brief embrace, feeling that deceptively strong hand on his throat, as he focused more on trying to simply pull away rather then attempting to bite at the Avatar before she ended the kiss.

Looking up at her with disgust, Cecil did manage to move his head enough to wipe at his lips upon the tops of his now mostly bared shoulders. It wasn't enough to take away the taste of her on his lips, but the intent was there, as he nearly growled beneath his breath, "Love? You have a pretty sick notion of 'love' if that's what you're calling what you've been doing ."

Staring at her with an intense hatred, the Paladin began to worry further as she peeled away more of his protective armor while she resumed speaking. Cecil realized how little protection the armor would truly provide given his current state, but it did add a sense of comfort for the male, which was steadily being stripped away piece-by-piece. He winced slightly as she yanked at the metal under his back, then had a sudden change of demeanor when she spoke of the former High Priestess of his former temple.

"You dare..." He growled out, face contorting into a surprisingly vicious expression while once more letting his anger take hold of him enough to begin pulling at the chains which bound him; only this time seeming to make an actual effort at somehow breaking them. In the end, the only rewards for his effort would be wasted energy and some red marks on his wrists from the metal digging into his skin, when he'd finally gave up on the futile attempt.

Any attempts at refuting her statement were diverted toward the sudden pain felt as her nails dug into his flesh; ripping through tunic and marking the Champion of Adrius' bare chest. They were minor wounds compared to others experienced by the Paladin, so his attention promptly returned to the Avatar, feeling a mixture of boiling hate toward her continued words and disgust when she moved to lick at the freshly drawn blood.

"Get away from me!" He growled, yet such demands were expectedly ignored, as the Avatar of Chaos worked her way lower; leaving a trail of surprising tender kisses, which Cecil may have enjoyed better if given by almost any other female. His eyes had noticeably widened for a short time as her fingers went to work on the plate leggings. Considering what she did to his chest after removing the armor there, it was rather understandable for him to worry on what her difficult to predict behavior may cause her to do next.

Still, the Champion of Adrius listened as she spoke on the High Priestess, with a twinge of remorse at hearing the woman's name. Of all the bodies which greeted Cecil upon his return to the temple, Angela's was the one whom neither he nor the backup from other temples could locate. It gave the Paladin a glimmer of hope for her having survived. Having escaped the fate of the others from their temple. But after months of nothing, Cecil had resigned himself to giving up on that foolish hope. Having her name spoken by the creature which took her life, let alone being used while slinging such wild accusations, was almost too much for him to bare.

"You speak of knowing me better then I do myself, yet you continue to sling falsehoods and half truths. Yes, Lady Angela was a beautiful woman. A tender and caring one, at that. No man could deny her these facts. But I'd never dare to consider defiling her. Nor would I bed any other woman during my travels." The majority of this was truthful, save for perhaps the portion on never considering any type of intimacy with the High Priestess. But Cecil was both firmly in denial on the matter, along with being prideful enough against admitting such a notion to the Avatar; regardless of how she may or may not react to the withholding of truth. "And Angela... she would never have welcomed such attentions. She was dedicated to the teachings of Adrius, just like myself. Perhaps even more so!" He added afterward, holding onto his beliefs in both his own justice and the dedication of others whom had fallen to this creature.

With the majority of his armor removed by now, Cecil felt positively exposed. Not simply in terms of his limited clothing, but within relation to his body being vulnerable toward attack which, as the drying blood and stinging pains upon his chest reminded him, wasn't exactly out of the question here. The idea of kicking the Avatar had crossed him, and he may have tried if she were close enough. Instead, the Champion started pushing himself further up the bed, attempting to sit again, but finding the limited mobility of his arms preventing him from doing so. He must have been quite the sight, trying to get away, even if only by a few inches or a foot at the most, from where his captor was watching over him.

Staring at the Avatar of Chaos, the male tried to maintain some semblance of control despite the continued sense of panic with his given situation, as he almost reluctantly inquired on something else which was nagging at the back of his mind, "....How do you claim to know so much of the High Priestess from my temple? And how do you know of her to begin with?"

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Despite his lies, the woman was smiling. Her arms crossed over her chest and she watched him with a triumphant gaze - she was pleased by his reaction to her mention of Angela. His claim that the High Priestess was perhaps even more devout than himself elicited a small laugh.

As he moved to push himself up the bed, the woman took to a leisurely pace towards one of the bedsides. She used the bedpost as a grip and she stopped to consider his question about her knowledge of the High Priestess. Her smile softened and she leaned herself against the post.

"Do you remember where she was from, Cecil? An orphaned girl of some catastrophic event in the eastern kingdoms..." she stared off to the side, imagining the awesome chaos that was. "Adrius is surprisingly naive, I must say. His inability to see through my bullshit, time and time again. You know? I think it would help if he didn't tell his followers that he defeated Chaos. I mean, what is this Avatar stuff I keep hearing? I'm not some fucking remnant of a vanquished power - I don't need to possess people to start the world on fire. I need only deceive some mortals into destroying each other."

Her eyes returned to Cecil and she began to walk closer. "Anyway...there will be plenty of time for us to speak of such things later. Suffice it to say that: I'm Angela. And I did want for you attentions, for the record." She moved herself onto the bed, trailing a hand down the Paladin's arm as she made her way to his body. "I'm actually a little disappointed about it, Cecil." She leaned against his chest, her fingers tracing lightly upon his flesh. Her form seemed to shimmer briefly, the image of Angela suddenly appearing. "I'm entirely certain you would've given in. I know you thought of it - I just..." she sighed. Her voice, indeed, could have belonged to an entirely different person. It did, in fact. "I had really hoped you had enough love for me without me mashing your lust buttons."

"Alas..." the tormentor returned in her true (or, at least, truer) form. "I think Adrius has done too much damage to your mind. That - and...well. I hit an unexpected time limit when I was discovered conversing with one my agents within the confines of the temple." She silently cursed Seth for being incapable of handling a small loyalty issue of her followers. Ten years was hardly long enough to be considered an absence, in immortal terms. "So...here we are, my love. If I must appeal to your baser instincts to win your heart, so be it."

Abruptly, the woman pushed herself from Cecil's chest. She moved away from him, taking again to her feet. There were several moments of silence from her, giving Cecil a chance to verbally respond to what she had said. His words would hardly matter, if he choose to utter any at all - the 'Avatar' had no intention of halting her actions or continuing an argument. Trying to convince a brainwashed servant of the Light by logic was simply impossible...

Insults, disbelief, silence - under any circumstance, her response would be the same. After several deliberate steps, she'd turn and lift an open palm towards the sky.

The gesture was for Cecil's benefit, really. She didn't need to wave herself about to will things to happen - but as she had faked such necessities as a 'mortal' in the past, and she imagined it would seem less startling to her pet. Surely, he'd be less surprised as the chains attached to his bindings lifted into the air if it was accompanied by a visual cue. And in response to her hand, they did just that. Cecil was jerked from his position on the bed, hoisted upwards until his weight was supported entirely by the manacles on his wrists. With the twist of her hand, the chains were caused to meld together from their apex to just feet above the paladin's bindings.

She didn't bother with such gestures to bring him closer to her - instead, she merely allowed her crimson eyes to soak in the image of his body, drawn taut under the strain of his confines. She opted to allow him little room for disobedience - a quick swirling of what could have been smoke enveloped his ankles as he neared her position. He'd soon find his feet allowed to touch the floor - but he'd also feel a sudden weight. If he choose to try to move his legs, it'd soon become apparent that he had only inches of slack between his bindings and the floor.

"So tell me, Cecil. Are you a virgin? Or did you find pleasures prior to joining your cult?" She walked around him as she spoke, trailing a hand over the flesh of his chest and upper back. He was as even more magnificent than she'd imagined. Sure, she'd had glimpses of his toned body - when she served as his healer, she often saw bit of bare flesh. Always marred and bleeding...and never with so much exposed. She halted when she reached a position directly in front of him - without ceremony, she reached forward and grabbed the last whole piece of material on his body, tearing it away violently.

She smiled approvingly, sparing Cecil's modesty nothing.

After a lingering moment, the woman raised her eyes to meet Cecil's. "I've waited for this for a long time..." Her nails dragged heavily up one of his thighs. When her hand neared his cock, she suddenly pulled away. "It's a shame you can't properly appreciate my affection," she commented as she reached to remove her hood. The rest of the robe followed shortly after, the lightweight material seeming to flutter as it fell to the floor. "...But you will. And that's all that really matters, isn't it?"

A hand would reach forward, taking a rough grip of his hair hair into a fist. She yanked him towards her with a sudden jolt of force - she brought her lips to his ear and whispered. "You're going to love being my bitch, Cecil."

 

[Eazy]

A glimmer of disbelief filled his eyes as she spoke knowledgeably of Angela's past. The insults toward Adrius were almost an afterthought in comparison, albeit with those words also sinking into both the Champions mind and heart as she continued. What she claimed of needing an Avatar was a stark contrast toward what the Light God had taught them since youth. Words of deceit, is what Cecil would chalk them up as easily enough, but her talks of the departed High Priestess were harder to dismiss.

As she walked closer, the Paladin grew increasingly tense, ready to strike out with his freed legs if needed, before she dropped the big reveal. "...what..." The word wasn't even formulated as any type of a question, so much a simple reaction to the sudden wave of confusion. So in shock was the Champion, that he'd barely reacted or even noticed her fingers trailing along his arm and chest, but suddenly grew tensed under a mixture of emotions at the eye opening shifting of image and sound of the former High Priestess emanating from the Avatar of Chaos.

Mortification. Rage. Disbelief. Flat out denial. She had many powers. It wasn't unheard of for her to be capable of such deceptions. Deceptions such as trying to make him believe she was there within his temple all of that time. Deceptions... such as actually being at his temple, right there under the Champions nose, under the guise of the High Priestess. And she knew of Angela's past. Angela.

"No..." He whispered, remaining largely in a state of shock even while she reverted back into the form she greeted him with upon his arrival here. Somehow, his mind managed to soak up the majority of what she was saying as the Avatar continued onward, even if his current demeanor had lacked the focused clarity of only a few minutes prior. Soaking up enough of what she said to still be capable of responding to her, even while continuing to reel from the unexpected and heartbreaking revelation.

"You're.... You're far worse then anything Adrius had warned us about!! You disgusting creature!!!" He lashed out with anger, showing an even more intense rage compared to what was displayed after his earlier awakening, as he glared at the 'woman' with a killing intention behind those dark brown eyes. Tugging at the chains, the muscles of his arms showing their increasing strain as he attempted at breaking them. So it was for several minutes, until his body grew tired enough to settle back down on a physical level, even as his comparatively calmer tone of voice almost growled at 'Angela' while displaying that bubbling hatred, "Ten years... Ten years of my life, with you right there, toying with me right under my nose!! And what you did to the others within the temple..."

His words trailed off into a tensed silence from there. Anger may have clouded his judgment for a time, but Cecil wasn't completely beyond reason of seeing how such hurled insults had little meaning for the time being. Instead, he watched for her reactions, with the only sounds made for the moment being the resulting grunts of protest as the 'Avatar' gestured toward the manacles at his wrists which hoisted him upward from his previous spot on the bed. A few fleeting attempts at struggle were had - as if hoping for an opening where the bindings may falter in restraining him - only to find it for naught.

With his eventual change of position, Cecil struggled futilely, almost as if unwilling to completely remain compliant, regardless of what logic had told him by now. The Paladin's arms would tug down at the manacles while watching the female circle around him, her words causing his eyes to show a hint of surprise and offense, as he attempted to shift his weight away of her exploring hand with little success. "It's not a cult." He stated simply. Matter of factly. Not even so much seeming to defend against her choice of words, so much as purposely 'correcting' her on it out of spite, before continuing, "And it's little business of yours. But I've always held true to my teachings of Adrius. That's all you need to know."

Stubborn, the Champion wouldn't outright tell her of his status as a virgin, but the male couldn't refrain from letting her know his devotion to what the order wished of their Paladins, of their Champions, had never faltered for him. Even still, Cecil wasn't blind toward the Avatar's intentions, but hadn't intended on begging or cowering away while she attempted to strip away more then simply his clothes. And with the last of said garments sudden stripped away, Cecil showed little hint of embarrassment over his loss of modesty; even if beneath that cool exterior he was fuming with both shame and fury over the actions of the dark God.

Despite this, Cecil's lack of familiarity with another persons touch had shown itself early, as the male gazed down into her eyes and tensed up noticeably at the sudden feel of her nails dragging up of his thighs before teasing at touching his currently flaccid cock. His eyes closed shut for a moment, stifling away any lewd feelings of betrayal his body may hold under those unwanted attentions. They opened just soon enough to see her peal away the material of her hood and robe; trying not to gaze at her admittedly physically attractive figure, before finding her gripping at his hair to yank him closer.

Letting out a sound of pain and displeasure at the rather sudden and painful act, Cecil remained still long enough for her to whisper her threatening promise into his ear; causing the Paladin's eyes to widen in disgust at what was said before attempting to headbutt the Avatar. Whether or not his attempt was successful, the intention was clear, with the male scowling while informing her with a defiant little smile, "I may not be able to keep you from doing what you wish. But don't start deceiving yourself into believing I would enjoy even a moment of it. Such foolishness is unbecoming of one whose lived for as long as yourself."

Indeed, where most men may have given in quickly toward the promise of pleasure, the Paladin had stayed stubbornly true toward his teachings and self discipline. Temptations were always around his type while traveling the lands. Maidens. Bar wenches. Beautiful elven ladies. Female warriors. One wasn't magically granted an immunity toward such temptations of the flesh, and one need only to glance below his belt to see how the Champion of Adrius had stayed true to his own discipline even now. Still, even flaccid, Cecil was indeed a 'champion' in a whole other way, as his considerable length hung stubbornly limp between his thighs. A perhaps unfortunate 'blessing', considering its general lack of use, along with his current situation. And to think he was amongst those who laughed off the half-joking suggestion of chastity belts.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Cecil's attempt to headbutt his captor nearly worked - and would have, if the woman hadn't such a grip on his hair. She jerked painfully on his scalp rather than attempt to dodge his attack. Her unwillingness to retreat became more apparent as she pressed her body against his, lifting a silken-hosed leg to rub against his thigh. "Do you hear yourself, Cecil? I love you, but...you're making yourself sound like an idiot." She gave a short laugh. Mockingly, she continued. "But...surely...you must know better than I. There's no doubt that you're above pleasures of the flesh."

Her free hand caressed the side of his face while her silken hose found its way to his lap. Her inner thigh rubbed against his considerable length and she purred into his ear. "Champion, indeed." She tugged his earlobe with her teeth before pushing herself away.

She'd disappear for a moment, walking behind the chained man. It sounded as if she was opening a chest, or perhaps a heavy wardrobe. In either case, the woman returned after several moments - she slid a hand over each of his shoulders, one of which held a thick black strap of a soft material. She passed it to her alternate hand and positioned it over his eyes and tied it tightly with a double-knot. With silent footfalls, she took several steps around the Paladin. Stopping directly before him, the woman immediately regretted that she couldn't see his beautiful brown eyes - she had to remind herself that the blindfold was for his sake. Chaos didn't necessarily subscribe to the mortal speculation of 'one sense gone improves the others', but she saw merit in the added anticipation in this particular scenario.

She reached back to undo the hooks of her bra and allowed the straps to fall from her shoulders, catching the material as it passed her hand. She tossed the garment forward - the black lace landed on Cecil's shoulder. The woman was merely curious to see if he would flinch at the sudden contact for his lack of sight.

The lady approached immediately after, her bare breasts pressing lightly against his strong chest as a hand sought to seize his chin. A fair amount of force was exerted as she turned his face away; her breath fell on the base of his neck as she took a moment to savor his predicament. "So you're aware...I won't think less of you when your body betrays your resolve." A smug smile lifted the edges of her mouth. "And Adrius is the least fit to pass judgement on the subject of lust..." She paused. "Oh right. He's a God so...no rules of morality apply. You'd rather blindly follow an ego-hungry fuck that deceives his sheep more so than I could ever dream." The tip of her tongue slid along the outer edge of his ear while the fingernails of her free hand drug sharply across his chest. "You know? When someone starts demanding that temples be erected in their name, its usually a good indication that they have issues. What does he want, the whole world? Is that what all these crusades have been about?"

She released her grip on his jaw, drawing back her hand away just long enough to get a good momentum behind a back-handed swing. Her alternate hand curled around the base of his throat like a predator's claws around its prey. "And you. You're stupid enough to help him. You've sacrificed everything to gain his favor - you're fucking in love with his twisted demands and false image." She struck him with a heavy open hand and growled. "I won't suffer watching you be his pet any longer. You're better than that, Cecil."

The hand on his throat traveled upwards, pushing the man's jawline into the air. Chaos's lips planted themselves on the tender flesh of his throat - a combination of kissing and suckling carried her downwards. She'd have plenty of time to work on Cecil's perception issues. For now, she didn't really care whether he wanted it or not.

The hand not holding his jaw made contact with the man's inner thigh, her nails sinuously tracing over his flesh. Slowly, her hand rose between his legs. Upon reaching the apex, she handled his balls - a massaging motion accompanied a slight lifting. As she tested their weight, she gave the man an unseen smirk before taking one of his nipples into her mouth. A tongue flicked at the nub of flesh while her lifted hand trailed down his chest. Chaos would withdraw her lips just far enough to blow on his wet flesh and watch his body's reaction. She'd play similar attention to his other nipple while her descending hand pinched the hardening nub of flesh.

Her alternate hand would slip upwards, her fingers curling around the base of his cock. A soft moan escaped from her throat and she lifted her lips from his flesh long enough to utter, "Had I known you were so huge, perhaps I wouldn't have been able to wait so long for this." And it was true - she had no idea about the man's generous endowment prior to this day. Chaos had truly been drawn to this particular man for far less lustful reasons. And despite her attempts to reduce the Paladin to insignificance in her mind...she couldn't let it go.

Her hand began to work the length of his shaft as she leaned her upper body against his - her hardened nipples drug across his skin as she continued to lower herself. "The things I'm going to do to you, Cecil. For you." Her breasts pressed on either side of his cock, her hand positioning him to lay directly against her breastbone. Her chest heaved lightly with her breaths as she paused to appreciate the sight. In short order, she used both of her hands to press her tits tightly around his dick. She stroked him with a full body motion - after a couple of cycles, an obscenely long tongue slipped from her mouth, easily reaching to run it's tip around the thick head of Cecil's manhood. She gave a full lick of her broad tongue across the upper portion of his shaft.

She teased him thusly for several minutes before allowing her knees to touch the ground - at which time, a hand replaced itself on his shaft as her breasts dropped between his legs. Her other hand trailed along his inner thigh before working to cup his balls. The new positioning was quickly accompanied by her tongue traveling the length of the underside of the Champion's cock - she moaned appreciatively.

 

[Eazy]

The male bit down upon his lower lip, largely out of an attempt at stifling the pain caused by the painful jerk at his scalp, but also to hinder a gasp which nearly escaped at the soft feel of her leg rubbing against his thigh. This became increasingly useful when her own inner thigh rubbed along the length of his cock. Stubborn as the Paladin may be about giving into her temptations, there was little denying that the brief caressing of his groin, mixed with the attention to his ear, had felt pleasurable on a basic physical level.

As such, it was a relief for Cecil when she pushed away and vanished out of a sight. Albeit a rather short lived one, as the sound of an opening chest or heavy wardrobe had brought suspicion of her actions to the male's active imagination. Attempting to glance around at her current direction, the Champion wouldn't need to bother with such efforts as Chaos moved to wrap a thick strap around his head. "What are you doing?!" He shouted out of protest, attempting to move his head out of defiance, only to find it of little use.

After the strap was securely fastened, Cecil tried to shift his head in any which way to find a glimmer of light which may peek through the material. Sadly, this wasn't to be the case, as darkness surrounded the world of the bound male who struggled against his binds. Anything his captor was doing had initially been lose on the Paladin, until suddenly flinching in response of the unexpected feeling of the soft material of clothing which was tossed and then draped itself over one of his strong shoulders. There was little way for Cecil to tell exactly which article of clothing she had discarded, but the fact of Chaos undressing herself was clear; causing his body to grow tense with anticipation even prior to letting out a small gasp at the feel of her breasts pressing into his strong chest.

Stubbornly, Cecil did attempt to fight when she grasped at the male's jaw to turn his head, but it proved as futile an effort as almost anything else at this point. Tensing faintly at the feel of her surprisingly soft breath brushing along the warm flesh of his neck, listening to the blasphemous words which spilled from her lips with unbridled hatred for the creatures continued mockery of his beliefs. The Paladin would repeatedly curse himself for not seeing through her previous deception as the High Priestess of his temple, but couldn't truly dwell on such regrets for any given amount of time, as Chaos' continued attentions would repeatedly draw him back to the now. The feel of her tongue on the outer edge of his ear. Fingernails dragging along his chest. It was an uncomfortable mixture of painful and soothing, with the former portion being further accentuated by the sudden grip around the base of his throat and the proceeding back-handed slap.

"You filthy creature!!!" He spat out, those handsome features contorted into an aggressively ugly look through the blindfold, even while feeling the hand on his throat maintaining its grasp before pushing his jaw upward. At the moment, Cecil wasn't certain which stung worse, between her surprisingly strong hands and the venomous words against Adrius and his loyalty to the God of Light which were etching themselves into his ears despite any attempts at disregarding them.

Suddenly feeling her lips planting themselves onto his neck, the Paladin had let out a sharp gasp, albeit perhaps as much due to a concern of her drawing teeth out onto his exposed throat then the surprising tenderness brought out by her attentions. "W-What I've sacrificed is of no concern to you, Chaos. My life has never and shall never be yours to mold." The Champion started to protest through the kissing and suckling of his flesh which moved downward, only to find himself having a difficult time of remaining focused on what he'd wished to say as her free hand moved toward his inner thigh, "Nhh... And...And one would argue that the heartless killing of millions in the name of anarchy and chaos are.... are greater concerns than temples of worship."

However, it became clear that while Chaos was indeed a firm believer of everything she said, the Dark God wasn't exactly interested at the moment in turning Cecil's faith toward her side. At the feel of her hand grasping his testicles, the Champion started to shift his weight, staring into the darkness with an understandable amount of concern (given her penchant for dealing out pain as easily as she would pleasure), but also a disheartening level of anticipation. True to his practice, this was the first time the Paladin had felt another's hand down there, and despite his continued stubbornness at growing erect from the attention, there was an inescapably arousing effect to her attentions as the male's heart began to race. Her mouth moved to take in his nipple, which actually proved to be her first small victory on the matter as the nub of flesh there began to grow erect when she pulled her lips away to blow onto it.

Repeating the action onto the other side as a hand moved to continue teasing the moistened nub of flesh, Cecil was almost so distracted by her attentions here that he'd nearly let slip where her other hand had been busying itself until those slender fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. "Ahh!" He gasped out at the sudden sensation - finding those previous attempts at stifling such shameful sounds to be of dwindling use as she began to work her hand along the length of his shaft.

Her complimentary words may have been more pleasant for other men, or even for himself if this were at least a fellow follower, but Cecil despised the idea of his own natural endowment bringing Chaos even further glee. Feeling her lowering downward, her own hardened nipples brushing along his strong chest, the Paladin partially relented on his stance against any form of pleading, "...Don't do this, Chaos. Whatever you believe to see in me is-AHH!!" His words were hindered by the feel of her soft, ample breasts being pressed on either side of his momentarily flaccid cock.

For whatever sensations her hand may have drawn out earlier, this was on an entirely different level, as the male began to struggle within his binds to try and sway his hips in order to slip free. Instead, these futile attempts had only the effect of accidentally adding to the stimuli, as Cecil's lengthy cock began to lightly press into further her cleavage until relenting on these efforts. Biting at his lower lip, the blindfolded Paladin's entire body began to feel small jolts of pleasure - whether caused more by his general inexperience or the resulting sensory deprivation of his sight - while struggling with the new sensations.

"S-Stop...." He groaned, partially pleading at this point, without yet losing that air of disapproving authority on the matter, as the added sensation of her seemingly lengthy tongue began to work its way around the male's cock. Her whole upper body seemed to be working at making his own lower body betray itself, the teasing continuing for a good while, before she changed stuff up by releasing her breasts and wrapping a hand around his shaft as her tongue moved further; her moan causing a light vibration within the length of his cock. The rattling of chains grew increasingly frequent with Cecil tugging on them incisively, only now gripping at them while trying almost trying to anchor himself from giving into temptation, while traces of precum had begun to seep out of the tip by now.

"...damn you..." The male almost hissed from his lips, albeit not entirely certain if he were talking to Chaos, or rather himself as Cecil felt his formally flaccid cock beginning to grow erect at the continuous efforts of the Dark God. Slowly shaking his head, the Paladin's breathing was increasingly labored, as that thick cock hardened and stood proudly within the female's talented hand as her slippery tongue went to work on the underside. Impressive as his endowment may have been previously, it was an even nicer sight now, as it stood there, head swollen with anticipation, with Chaos's fingers finding themselves barely able to wrap around the girth of it by now. Filthy, traitorous body.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

"Oooh, Cecil..." the woman purred. She had opted to disregard his pleading for her to stop entirely - which was, no doubt, not unexpected. Her tongue lapped at the tip of his cock, collecting his precum gratefully. After taking a moment to savor his taste, she continued speaking. "I'm so hot for you, love. My pussy is positively drenched..."

It was no lie - but it was something she didn't intend to immediately act on. As much as she wanted to stuff his thick length between her legs, or force him on his knees to return her pleasures, she knew he didn't deserve it yet. She would hate for the privilege to go under appreciated, after all. She'd just have to be careful not to get him off too quickly...

As Chaos repositioned her tongue at the base of his cock, she reflected on the fact that her stud would undoubtedly be capable of multiple orgasms. Still - the first counted for a lot. It couldn't go to waste. Her tongue traveled towards the head of his cock, slightly to the side of her previous full-length lick. Despite her excessive reach, she choose to bring her face close to his lap. Sliding herself back down, her cheek rubbed against his rigid member. A hand continued to massage his balls. "You're marvelous," she spoke matter of factly.

Her tongue wrapped itself around the base of his cock, the soft appendage ever moving to rub against his flesh. The hand that had been holding his length in position had long since dismissed itself - it now worked to trace random patterns on the man's inner thigh. Chaos could feel the throbbing of his betraying member as she began to slide her tongue upwards. She held a steady pressure in her grip as she approached the top; she reversed her motion before overtaking his head. This happened half a dozen or so times before the upward motion was concluded with her lips pressing against the tip of his cock. As she pushed him past the barrier, her tongue unwrapped itself and pressed insistently against the underside of his manhood.

She took him shallowly at first. Slow, purposeful motions gave him a glimmer of the pleasure she intended to give - meanwhile, her hand returned to the base of his shaft. It worked only lightly against him, moving in conjunction to her mouth.

Suddenly, Chaos plunged the majority of his length into the depths her mouth. She could feel him pressing against the back of her throat - she held only for a moment before drawing herself back. She wanted to devour him. She wanted him to lose control, to spill his precious seed into her maw.

Her hand tightened around the base of his cock an pulled upwards after her face. The grip would loosen only slightly as she took him again - and again, and again. The hand retightened with every draw back. The woman nearly feared she would be unable to stop herself when the moment came to ruin his near orgasm.

She was careful to remain aware of his reactions. When she knew him to be approaching climax, the hand on his balls suddenly grasped around his sac - she pulled downwards. Whether it would dissuade him from getting off or encourage him to lose control...well. That had yet to be seen.

In either case, Chaos would find her pleasure.

 

[Eazy]

Despite himself, the admission of her own arousal had caused a further stirring within the Paladin's loins, as his erect cock twitched immediately within her grasp. This wasn't helped by the further attentions of her tongue, which showed noticeable flexibility and muscle control with how it worked around the head and length of his throbbing arousal. Those slender fingers, mixed with the slippery feel of her moist appendage, were already driving the virginal male beyond any imagined threshold of pleasure as Cecil could feel her saliva nicely coating itself upon his length.

That moistened flesh twitched once more at the feel of cheek rubbing against the male's rigid member as her hand played at his testicles. Shamefully, her compliment on his endowment had caused a breath to get caught within the Champion's throat. Such experiences were entirely foreign for Cecil, and despite his continued hatred toward Chaos, his body seemed intent on betraying him at nearly every turn. Feeling her tongue wrap around the base of his cock, her hand trailing along his inner thigh, while the inhuman appendage worked its way upwards and downwards; drawing out an unexpected grunt and a steadier flow of precum from the Paladin.

"By the Gods..." He uttered at her ministrations, head rolling back slightly, blindfolded eyes turning their blank gaze toward the ceiling despite the lack of change in scenery for him. When it unwrapped itself from his thick manhood, Cecil needed to bite at his lower lip to hinder any sounds of disappointment; only to let slip a sudden moan when she pressed her lips around the tip of his cock. His bound hands began to grip at the chains holding him in place, knuckles white from the strain, as she teasingly took him deeper into her mouth at a slow, purposeful motion.

"Adrius, give me strength." The Champion silently pleaded, barely above a whisper, as he felt her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft; starting to feel like he may be able to handle what Chaos was dealing out, until the Dark God suddenly took him the majority of his length into the depths of her mouth. "NGH!!!" Came the sudden, guttural cry of pleasure as Cecil felt her take him until the tip was pressing into her throat; the chains above rattling while his upper body writhed about and his legs shook from the sensation. Surely if he weren't bound, those normally firm legs would have given out on him.

The Paladin began to endure her efforts, feeling her lips draw back enough to let those skilled fingers pump steadily with a teasing grip along the length of his considerable endowment. Panting was a frequent sound from Cecil at this point, with his head tilted downward, unintentionally giving her a clear view of the strain on those blindfolded features. It became increasingly difficult for him to keep his hips still, as the urge to push against the Dark Gods mouth and hand intensified. Biting at his lower lip, Cecil tried to endure, until suddenly feeling her hand grasping at his sac; mistakenly believing her to simply desire to tease at him further, before the sudden downward tug had pushed out any such ideas.

"Ugh!! What are you doing?!" He demanded to know, realizing it unlikely to receive any real answer, as his hips jerked at the sudden and expected pain brought about by the action. What was less expected, however, was the way his cock actually twitched within her lips and other hand, as a jolt of pleasure brought about by the harsh treatment had added a new stimulation for the Paladin. Teeth gritting, a sense of shame over letting himself feel any sense of pleasure from such a masochistic action, Cecil seemed ready to say something, before realizing just how much of an effect that earlier grab had on him.

His precum had begun seeping out more steadily, with that previously held barrier of self restraint had slipped away under the unexpected sweet torment. The male's body began to shift about due to the mounting pleasure, which perhaps made it a little difficult for Chaos to keep the tip of him within her lips. Feeling her earlier saliva rolling down his inner thighs, Cecil shamefully felt his legs beginning to part, albeit slightly, to the best of his ability while hanging within such a precarious position. They only did so briefly, however, as he attempted to close them again and redouble his efforts at pushing the vile creature away from his body.

"Stop this!! I'm... I can't hold it much longer..." He admitted, voice strained, tense with the surmounting pleasure. It was foolish, Cecil realized, for him to make such a request. But it was all he could do at this point, even at his lower body began to futilely attempt at pushing her away with the swap of his strong hips. In the back of his mind, however, the Champion of Adrius had felt a greater shame. For however much his words and body may try to deny Chaos her victory of bringing him toward orgasm, there was indeed a small, very small, part of himself which had perhaps welcomed this release. It'd certainly built toward an almost torturous limit for the Paladin, he tried to justify, while feeling his climax quickly approaching while the room filled with the lewd sounds of the righteous Champions escaping cries of pleasure.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Chaos tilted her face to allow her eyes to stare upwards, soaking in strain on the Paladin's face. Despite having an enormous cock in her mouth, she managed to smile when he followed a command for her to stop with an admission that he couldn't resist the inevitable. She removed her lips from his throbbing length, giving him a long departing lick in the process. Her hand continued to slowly stroke his shaft - it was drenched with her own saliva and made subtle sloppy noises with its movements. "You can. More importantly, you will." Her grip on his balls tightened suddenly, pulling him with more force than the first time. "Resist me, baby. Tell me again about what a vile creature I am..." Her lips closed over the head of his cock and she suckled to get a good taste of his precum, her tongue working against his tiny hole. As she withdrew her face, she gave his balls an additional squeeze before removing her hands entirely.

She sat back on her heels for a moment, simply watching the reflection of the torches light on the wetness of his proud cock. She reached a hand between her legs, reaching under her panties. She moaned as she brushed her fingers over her swollen clit. "Cecil...I could get myself off just to the sight of you..." She smirked as she pressed two fingers into her wanting hole. Several thrusts caused for a long groan of pleasure. "Oooh...right now, I'm fucking myself with my fingers while I stare at your massive cock. I want to bury your length inside of me, Cecil. Make you spill your seed inside of my tight cunt..." She gasped, pinching down hard on her own nipple. "But...I don't think you deserve me."

Chaos continued to masturbate for a full minute, surprising herself with how easily she was able to match the level of pleasures she had given the champion. She might have moaned a little louder than usual for the benefit of her sightless partner. The woman removed her hand before crossing the threshold of an orgasm and climbed got to her feet. Her two drenched fingers were presented a Cecil's lips, just making enough contact for the blindfolded man to feel that they were there. "Perhaps if you had a taste you'd know what you're missing..." With that, her fingers would push into his mouth. She'd give him the opportunity to either accept or resist her actions as she rocked the digits passed his lips several times. "Be a good bitch and suck, don't bite."

Regardless of his reaction to this, she would eventually withdraw her hand. She'd reach up and remove the blindfold with a sudden forceful jerk. Chaos paused and studied the Paladin as his eyes adjusted, a soft smile on her lips. "I'll give you two options, Cecil." She lifted her right leg, placing her foot on the man's stomach. She slid her heel up his body as she drew closer, eventually bringing her to a split over his lap. Her foot reached over his shoulder and she held his upper arms to support herself - the heat and wetness of her pussy pressed insistently through the material of her panties against his cock. She grinded herself wantingly as she continued. "You can admit that you're not immune to the pleasures of the flesh...and I'll more than happily fulfill your every desire. Or...you can tell me to go fuck myself. In which case, I will. And you can watch. But if you get off from such a thing? Well, that will prove my point just as well..."

 

[Eazy]

There was a mixture of confusion and relief (and perhaps slight disappointment) when Chaos actually seemed to comply with his request. But all it took was the parting lick along the length of his cock, drawing out a sudden shiver from the male, for Cecil to realize she was simply playing at another game than simply making him climax so quickly. He could hear and feel it as her hand stroked along his throbbing shaft, keeping him so close to the edge, yet not allowing him that sweet release most men would seek. As she spoke, this pleasurable action was contrasted with the sudden return of her hands gripping at his testicles; drawing out a noticeable expression and cry of pain despite how the masochistic action seemed to have a similar effect of making his cock twitch.

Enduring this treatment as Chaos got in a parting taste of his precum before delivering another punishing (or teasing) squeeze at his sac, the Champion of Adrius both welcomed and grew weary of the sudden absence of her hands and lips. Panting heavily, Cecil hung there helplessly, curious on what was to happen next, until hearing the Dark God's voice once again. Listening to her lewd words, the Paladin actually found himself briefly, very briefly, trying to glance down at the woman despite of his blindfold. His breathing remained rather labored, listening to her talk of the pleasures she was bringing herself to the sight of him, even thinking a few times that he could hear the light, moist sounds of her fingers working within her slit.

Where the lack of physical attention should have caused his hardness to soften after a time, Cecil had found himself as shamefully erect as ever due to these lewd noises. When Chaos moved to her feet and presented her drenched fingers for the male, the Paladin could actually smell her arousal on the slender digits, even as his head attempted to move away from them as they pressed into his lips. Like most things, however, it mattered little on what the Champion wanted as she pressed her moist fingers into his mouth at the first opportunity. Cecil had been tempted to bite down - so very tempted - but realized it'd cause him more trouble then it was worth as he endured the rocking motions of her hand.

The male hadn't sucked on her fingers while they were past his lips, but that didn't mean he'd been spared of getting a good taste of her. Even after she pulled her fingers free, the taste was lingering within his mouth, to which he perhaps surprisingly didn't attempt to spit out or wipe away like during their earlier embrace. Instead if lingered on his lips, his tongue, distracting him enough to be startled at the sudden removal of his blindfold. His eyes adjusted to his surroundings, finding himself greeted by Chaos's smiling face, along with her near entirely naked body, as the female moved to place her foot upon his stomach prior to sliding it upward while pressing into him with surprising flexibility on her end.

Feeling her heat practically radiating against his still throbbing cock through the material of her panties, Cecil's own eyes remained largely focused on meeting her gaze, showing a by now weakened glare of defiance toward the Dark God even now as she made her proposition known to the Paladin. "...I'll admit... no man is completely immune to those temptations and pleasures... not even myself..." He relented on the matter, rather shamefully, as his gaze diverted slightly due to feeling a sense of failure on his part for having indulged the creature which destroyed his Temple this far into her game. Biting at his lower lip, however, Cecil gave her an angered snarl while stubbornly declaring, "But that doesn't mean I have any intention of giving into what you want, Chaos. Thus, as you so elegantly put it just now, 'go fuck yourself'. Preferably with a red hot poker."

It would have been so much easier for any man in his position to have given themselves over to what the woman wanted. And maybe a small, primal part of himself was curious on what she had to offer? But that wasn't the way of a Champion of Adrius, as displayed by the Paladin's defiant words, spat out with perhaps moderately shaken convictions, while intensely glaring with defiance into the eyes of the God of Chaos herself.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Crimson eyes watched Cecil's as he admitted that he wasn't immune to her pleasures, even if he had to lump in the rest of humanity to make himself feel better about it. She grinned broadly, briefly appreciating his need to cast his eyes away from her. Without breaking her own gaze, Chaos patiently waited for the man to continue - though she continued to buck her hips against him as he spoke. When he finished, she raised a brow. "Oh, love...you underestimate my spectrum of pleasure. I'm getting what I want." She slipped a hand down to her panties, moving the material to the side. She pressed her dripping slit against the underside of his cock, lifting herself onto her toes and back again to drag her juices over his flesh. "...Though, I'll admit? It's too bad you're making me follow through on such a threat. You would've felt so good." She bit her lower lip and rubbed herself against him for a few more moments, truly reluctant to not continue pleasuring him.

She slowly slipped her remaining hand free of the Paladin's arm and leaned backwards; her retreating form doubled over itself and she caught herself on her palms. In a fluid motion, the woman lifted her left foot - her toes just barely scraped along the man's body as it arched over her form. She pushed off of his shoulder with her right heel, gaining a burst of momentum to finish the basic acrobatic trick. She dusted her hands as she regained her feet. An amused glance was thrown in Cecil's direction as she walked past him, towards the bed - it likely wasn't a coincidence that the man's binding turned to face him towards what was soon to be a stage. The sway of her hips as she approached the mattress was accompanied by her thumbs looping under the bands of her panties; she removed the garment bit by bit with each step. Once below her knees, she released the material and let them fall to the floor. She glanced back at the Paladin, looking over her shoulder. "Let me know when you change your mind, sweetness."

With that, she crawled onto the bed. Her knees placed firmly at the edge of the mattress, the woman let her upper body sink down - her beautifully sculpted ass hoisted into the air. She let her knees slip apart slowly as she reached a hand to stimulate her clit. Her alternate arm held her weight, keeping her face above the bedding - she wanted Cecil to hear her as she moaned his name. Her fingers continued down her slit - she pushed her lips apart and teased at the opening for several moments. "Oh...Cecil! You could be here right now...pressing your thick head into me..." Her fingers simulated this, though they were no doubt less thick. She gasped with pleasure before adding, "Fuck, you feel amazing."

It would seem she had a fair imagination. Her hips pressed back against her fingers, pistoning them deeply into herself. Her breaths came in ragged pants and her alternate hand clawed at the bedsheets.

After several minutes, she rolled herself onto her back, keeping her legs spread widely. Her thighs trembled lightly as she returned her attentions to her clit - she moaned and bucked her hips lightly. A hand moved to her chest and she gripped at the pale globe possessively. "I-I'm so close..." Her eyes opened and she looked over her naked form to observe the chained man. "...I'll wait for you Cecil. As long as it takes." Her eyes burned with determination. She eased up on herself slightly as she continued, "I've even convinced myself to give you one more chance. So. We'll make it simple. One word: yes or no?"

 

[Eazy]

The continued gyrations of her hips against him had made it increasingly difficult for the male to maintain that semi-confident glare at the God of Chaos. Somehow, Cecil had managed toward keeping with it while she spoke, but did glance downward upon noticing the movement of her hand. It was a little difficult to see exactly what she was doing between them, but it mattered little, as any questions the Paladin held were answered by the sudden feel of the female's dripping slit pressing teasingly along the underside of his cock. "Ngh..." His lower bit was bitten, teeth starting to clench tightly, as the torturously sweet sensations mounted with the surprisingly intense sensation. A sensation which, during very weak moments, had made the Champion second guess his stance on the matter.

Almost mercifully, Chaos did relent and slipped away with a rather impressive display of acrobatic flexibility, which required launching herself off of him slightly toward the end. Breathing heavily, Cecil may have felt a sense of being impressed under other circumstances, but instead the Paladin was again left to wonder what she had in store next. She spoke of getting what she wanted, and it was difficult for the Champion to put up a convincing case at this point, as he suddenly found his bindings forcing him to follow her movements toward the bed. This gave him a perfect view of what was to come, while Chaos teasingly went about removing her final piece of clothing along the way; actually finding his gaze following the material as it fell to the floor before returning his stare to meet her own while she glanced over a shoulder at him.

Giving her a sharp glare for insinuating he may change his mind, the Paladin found himself at an apparent loss for words as Chaos got into the alluring position. His gaze was shameless in staring at her seemingly perfect posterior, lips parting slightly in a subtle 'jaw dropping' motion, as the Dark God adjusted herself and slipped a hand down to begin stimulating her clit. It seemed a simple enough notion for him to simply shut his eyes or turn his head away. This was what the Champion of Adrius had intended on doing if needed. But, instead? The man found his eyes transfixed on the lewd sight of the God pleasuring herself for him while moaning out his name and reminding him of what could be.

His throbbing cock, which hadn't gone down in the slightest throughout the past several minutes, was perhaps at its hardest by now. The state of the Paladin's erection was almost painful as his brown eyes silently admired the sights and sounds of the show being put on for him. His lips remained parted. Eyes full of an unspoken desire. Entire body starting to feel the need to break free of his binds for an entirely different reason then escaping. This carried on for several minutes, a light rattle of his bindings filling the room, with Cecil's own hips starting to sway subconsciously, almost as if trying to mirror the motions of Chaos's own bucking hips. As if trying to somehow feel that much closer to actually being the one between her thighs and plowing his thick, lengthy cock into her nimble little body.

When she looked over at him while speaking again on the proposition, Cecil had continued the motions for a few moments, before finding himself snapping out of the near trance due to her words. Suddenly starting to straighten himself out - at least to the best of her current abilities - the Champion of Adrius attempted to divert his gaze directly away from the sensual show being put on before him. Not that it helped terribly, since Cecil could still hear and almost smell her sweet arousal. Still, with his head turned to one side, the Paladin moved his eyes only in order to look at her direction again; finding it frustratingly difficult for himself to keep from returning his full attention toward her as he rather reluctantly spoke, "....No."

The reluctance was easily noted, however, and the Paladin himself had taken notice of how difficult it'd been for him to utter the simple word. Shamefully, Cecil simply hadn't felt the same convictions which were there during his other times of turning away the God of Chaos's advances and propositions. His body. His wretched, very human body. It wanted her. Wanted to be inside of her. To fuck her like she so demanded. To have her bent over and slam that large cock of his into her cunt while she's taken like the bitch that she is. Such lewd, disgusting thoughts were starting to make their way into the Paladin's mind. It was enough for Cecil to realize that, even if he were to somehow escape from here with some shreds of his self respect and virtue intact, there was no true going back from what she'd already done to him.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

"...No?" she repeated in disbelief as she sat up on the edge of the bed. She had noted the reluctance in his tone, but focused only on the word itself. Her hands gave up on groping her own body and she let out a deep sigh. "You poor, poor boy..." she sounded genuinely sympathetic. Slowly, she raised herself to her feet - it only took her half a dozen paces to come upon the chained Champion of Adrius. She had known it would take awhile for him to come around emotionally - but physically? He should've been hers several times over. "It seems I underestimated the damage Adrius has done to you..."

She lifted a hand, caressing his cheek softly. "I respect your willpower, Cecil...but I can't bare to see you go on like this." She leaned in to claim his mouth with a tender kiss while her hands trailed up his arms - her naked body pressed shamelessly against his. When her hands reached his wrists, the bindings dissipated. He'd immediately notice the lack of vertical support and the disappearance of the weight upon his ankles. Chaos would reluctantly withdraw with a single backwards step, watching the man carefully as she maintained a loose hold on his hands. She eased his arms down slowly - more so out of concern for his sore muscles than the prospect of him trying to strike her. She assumed he was fairly fatigued at this point. Plus? She had little reason to fear his physical strength, as was quite evident to both parties. "I'll take care of you, Cecil...I'm really not the monster you believe me to be. I only want your happiness."

If there was one thing that Chaos was not, it would be: predictable. Her passionate lusts for the Paladin allowed for violent outbursts and twisted games, while her obsessive love competed for moments such as this. She didn't just want to own Cecil, after all. She wanted him to come to understand her - to love her back. Of course, she knew such things wouldn't come about quickly...if they ever came about at all.

The woman pulled him towards the bed, guiding him to turn his back towards the mattress as they approached the frame. "Next time, though? I fully expect you to beg." She smiled softly before pushing the man onto the mattress. His back would hardly have time to settle on the bed before the woman was crawling onto his lap.

She straddled his hips, keeping herself elevated just enough to remain out of contact with his engorged cock. A hand ran up his chest as she stared into his eyes. Silently, Chaos took a moment to simply appreciate the man's impressive form.

There was no need to give Cecil too much extra time to recover from the shock of her most recent handling tactics. Slowly, she lowered her hips - her slit settled on his massive shaft. Her lips spread apart with her first few grinding motions, coating his underside of his cock with an excessive amount of her fluids. She moaned and - after only a few moments of the aforementioned action - reached a hand to grip his throbbing sex. She steadied it at a convenient angle before rubbing his head along her eager opening. She had to exercise a fair amount of restraint to persist; but she attempted to continue as such until feeling his hips buck upwards. In any case, she'd eventually give in.

She'd feel his thick tip stretching her cunt as she allowed him shallow entrance, inadvertently giving a satisfied moan. Slowly, she took half of his length - at that point, she paused. Chaos reversed the motion of her hips, raising herself several inches before matching the previous depth with another thrust. "Cecil...you're so big!" she growled lustfully. "I need your help...I want to feel you slam your cock into me. All of it, Cecil. I need to feel you!"

 

[Eazy]

Despite his admittedly lust clouded mind, Cecil did continue to take offense at the Dark God's accusations of his somehow being damaged or corrupted by Adrius. As she moved to close the short gap of distance between them, the Paladin almost winced when she lifted a hand toward his face, only to be surprised when she actually caressed his cheek with a seemingly loving manner. Almost forgetting the insults she was both openly and subtly making toward his belief system, the man showed only mild resistance when she claimed his mouth with a tender kiss as her hands trailed up his arms.

Before the Paladin could be properly reminded of who was embracing him and begin a violent attempt at pulling away, he was taken by surprise at the sudden disappearance of his bindings. Indeed, as his tired legs attempted to maintain their balance at the unexpected full return to gravity, the sudden ability to move his arms had caused those by now dulled muscles to begin throbbing lightly at the blood flow returned to normalcy. As such, Cecil did let out a light sound of discomfort, yet realized how easier the lowering of his arms had been due to Chaos's assistance.

Openly wincing a few times at the continuous throbbing of dull pain shooting along his arms and partially upon his legs, Cecil raised his gaze toward the God of Chaos, confusion on his handsome if strained features, as she spoke once more on wanting his happiness. If the Champion of Adrius would let himself forget everything she had done to him over the past several months, the warrior of justice may almost allow himself into believing her on this one. Almost. Perhaps surprisingly, the Paladin did let her guide him over toward the bed, seemingly letting slip exactly what she was trying to achieve with him for the past hour, or perhaps mistakenly believing she had relented after his previously spoken refusal of giving himself to her. This was promptly rectified, however, as she turned his back toward the mattress, then let slip those at first confusing words of a 'next time' before pushing him back onto the mattress.

"W-Wait, what are you-" He began to protest, falling back onto the bed and almost immediately beginning to welcome its soft embrace on his tired muscles, until the approaching form of the Dark God had made it clear what she intended on doing. "What are you doing?! I already turned you down! You said I didn't 'deserve it?!" His protests started spilling out, seemingly either falling on deaf ears or already rationalized within her mind, staring into her eyes as she crawled onto his lap and took a silent moment to appreciate her captive's physically impressive form.

Even if Cecil had wished to fight back, the Champion of Adrius realized it did little good at this point. She was physically stronger than himself, with his main form of defense against her powers being restricted by the collar around his neck. And whether or not he may normally be capable of pushing her away, his arms had currently felt like they weighed a ton, with his legs not doing much better. As such, the squirming Paladin could do little else then lower his gaze toward where she would grasp and then guide the tip of his achingly throbbing cock into her dripping slit. His body tensed up immediately at the sensation, those strong hands normally used for wielding weapons now only capable of grasping onto the sheets beneath him while she teasingly grounded herself onto his massive shaft.

"D-Don't..." The single, strained word of protest came out, but there was little sign of any conviction behind it. The Champions body remained tensed, not trying to move his hips away from her descending slit, which drew out a deep groan from the male as his head would roll back briefly; those brown eyes closing shut while she teased the actual penetration. In spite of himself, Cecil did give her what she wanted, as the Paladin's hips started to buck upwards in an attempt at gaining entry or at least feeling more of her pressing against his throbbing cock. Cecil wouldn't need to wait long after, as the feeling of her body beginning to press downward caused his eyes to shoot open, his head tilting upward, in order to gaze down at the sight of Chaos claiming his virginity.

The teasingly slow and methodical process of taking him deeper into her was rather torturous for Cecil. Not only for the part of him which sought that pleasure, but also the rational mind buried beneath the flurry of sensations that wanted this violation done with quickly. When she did finally take a good half of his length into her tight cunt, feeling it stretching around his girth, Cecil could only watch as the God of Chaos raised her hips before dropping back down to the same length. "AHHH!!!" Came the nearly uninhibited moan of the previously virginal Paladin, his fingers curled around the sheets beneath him, gripping so hard as to feel his nails through the soft material, his eyes clamped shut while softly whispering, "Adrius... everyone... forgive me..." Whether it was forgiveness for failing to uphold his virtues as a Paladin or simply taking pleasure at the violation, Cecil couldn't truly say, nor did he particularly care, as his mind steadily filled with the simple desire of gaining that long deprived release.

The Champion of Adrius would later rationalize to himself that his actions from here on out were a result of unexpected torment and that, having already lost his virginity at this point, there wasn't as much to lose by wanting to go through with finishing the experience. For now, however, Cecil could only think of fulfilling his body's desire, hearing Chaos's lustful cries for his assistance, as the Paladin shamefully began to rock his hips beneath the Dark God. His eyes opened, gazing up into her own, while wordlessly beginning to comply further with her wishes. The powerful male lifted his legs, just enough to gain leverage with the planting of his feet onto the edge of the mattress, before thrusting upwards with surprising force.

His teeth were clamped tightly together, hissed out sounds of strained pleasure managing to work their way past his lips, while enduring the surprising pleasure of actually pushing into the female with his own power. It was indeed addicting for the previously virginal male, whom was quick at repeating the action. Again, his hips would settle down onto the mattress, letting as much of that thick, throbbing cock slip out of the God of Chaos as he could, before thrusting upward, slamming over half of that thick shaft into her tight cunt. Ironically, it seemed that if the Paladin couldn't drive a spear or sword through the cruel God's breast, then the male would settle on piercing her in another way, as this action repeated itself several times over with each attempt managing to drive himself deeper into her cunt. Feeling her continuing to stretch around him, a series of moans and heavy pants escaping his lips; Cecil's brown eyes would remain focused on Chaos whenever they weren't closed shut, as he tried to match her own movements in order to finally bottom out deeply inside of her very core.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Chaos stared down at the Paladin after making her request of him, biting her lower lip as she awaited a response. His willpower...not to mention his burning hatred towards her...the woman genuinely feared that she could never win him over. And while getting him to participate in sexual activities was a far cry from the total victory of claiming his heart, it was something.

As she felt him shifting his position beneath her, she nearly expected him to break her heart. To continue to refuse her, even under their current circumstances. But as his eyes opened, casting their gaze directly into her own - she knew he'd be hers, at least for tonight. She couldn't delude herself to believe that his willingness would extend on the morrow; nor would she allow herself to expect otherwise. Any other imagination would only cause her more pain than was necessary. Still, as it was...the burning lust in Cecil's dark brown eyes transformed a worried (perhaps even slightly vulnerable) expression into a soft smile.

The powerful thrust that followed caused a thrilled cry to escape the woman's lips. Her full breasts bounced as she was jolted upwards by the impalement. As the globes of flesh settled themselves from the recoil, she continued to stare into his eyes. Soaking in the sounds of his pleasure, Chaos leaned her body back slightly. Her hands trailed on his thighs, clenching at the side's of his contracting muscles as he repeated the process of slamming into her cunt.

"Cecil!" she cried out, moving her hips to meet his thrusts. She rocked the angle of pelvis, causing the head of the Champion's cock to drag against her tight walls with every motion. The increasing depth of his penetration elicited a blissful moan from her throat and she found herself forced to break eye contact to allow her head to momentarily roll back.

After several moments, Chaos returned her gaze to the obscenely handsome man while leaning her body over his. Her hands caressed his chest as she closed the distance between them - again, she bit her lip. Her teeth dragged over the crimson flesh as she lowered her face to the base of his throat.

She nuzzled him in the moment prior to kissing his neck, all the while her hips eagerly moving attempt to take him to the hilt. Moans continued to escape her mouth, despite the use of her lips upon the man. Even when she took to suckling his flesh, the noises persisted.

And there was still more - with each thrust, Chaos began to expect to find his full length buried inside of her. Instead, she was surprised to receive deeper penetration. As the couple neared complete depth, her lips broke away from his now marked skin to raise her gaze. "Oooh, Cecil..." Passionately burning crimson eyes focused on his. "You feel more amazing than I ever could have imagined..." A forceful stab of his cock caused her to shudder briefly, his full length finally within her. Her fingers curled around his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. She lifted her upper body and allowed her hooks to drag over his chest as she sat straight up upon his throbbing rod.

The stare she received from the man - or perhaps the mere fact that he'd look at her at all - gave a satisfaction of an indescribable level. She smiled at him as she reached a hand back to rub his balls; the continued motion of their bodies caused for the contact to be inconsistently predictable. Within half a minute of riding him thusly, her moans gave way to words that almost sounded pleading in nature. "Cum for me, Cecil!" A short pause filled with ragged gasps. "Oooh...fuck! I'm so close..." Her pussy gripped tightly around his cock, milking it for its seed. "I need --"

She might have finished her thought, had it not given way to shamelessly loud and unintelligible noises.

 

[Eazy]

There was almost a disconnect as they went further into the act of sexual intercourse. His mind would continue to be aware of the reality of his situation. Would keep staring into the eyes of the God of Chaos whenever possible. Watching as she took in those physical pleasures due to his powerful thrusts, imagining how they might mirror at least the lust within his own eyes, too. Their hips moved with a growing unity, while every instant of the Paladin's rational thought process would send painful reminders of the fact that this was the woman, the dark deity, whom was directly responsible for the deaths of so many people whom he held dear. So many dead by her direct will, and far more than Cecil could count which were killed as a result of her followers.

But here the Champion of Adrius laid. On his back, being ridden by the very being which he'd sworn to destroy, while his lower body would thrust upward to further penetrate her dripping cunt as the man's lips were letting out further unintelligible sounds of pleasure with every waking second. Cecil would hear his name cried out upon those lips which had spewed out so many false teachings, so many lies, resulting in the deaths of countless mortals. The Paladin would hear his name as she moaned out during her attempts at taking him harder, faster, deeper into her body... and he would respond with a passionate thrusting of his hips.

His mind continued to swirl with fragmented thought patterns on how wrong it was for him to comply with her desires, which were similarly joined with desperate justifications. In the end, however, they mattered little at the time, since the only thing which did was the way his lower body slammed upward and into her dripping cunt. Mouth hanging open partially, no longer able to restrain any noises which managed to creep their way out, Cecil arched his back rather violently when Chaos dug her nails into the warriors broad shoulders before racking them down his chest upon filling her completely.

A sudden gasping sound was drawn out by the unexpected feel of the deity reaching back to rub at his sac; causing him to begin lifting his hips even further, until the Champion of Adrius was almost lifting the woman off the bed with those thrusts. His hands gripped at the sheets, pulling at them within his balled up fists, while the bed beneath them shook under the powerful motions of their frenzied lovemaking. Hearing her almost pleading for him to cum - a rather strange tone to hear from the dark God - the Paladin had briefly considered fighting his own impending orgasm as a means of defiance. To deny her the satisfaction of knowing how she'd made him fill her with his seed.

Unfortunately, such notions were beyond Cecil's reach, due in no small part to the tightening grip of her inner muscles gripping tightly around the Champion's cock as if demanding his compliance. "NGH!!!" Came the resulting sound of pleasure which was nearly caught within his throat, followed by the powerful jerking his hips upward by use of those powerful legs; beginning to indeed lift the God of Chaos upward with each forceful thrust as she rode out her own pleasures during their shared display of lewdness.

His head was pressing itself back into the mattress, upper back and arms used for leverage on one end of his body while both feet remained planted on the other, as everything in the middle appeared intent on nothing else than giving Chaos his release. For those relatively brief moments in time, it mattered not whom she was to Cecil. All which mattered for the man was the fact of her feeling amazing wrapped around his thick, throbbing cock, and that he wanted to cum while buried inside of her warm core. Watching with partially lidded eyes through strained facial features as the white haired woman's breasts swayed wonderfully with every thrust of his hips, the Paladin could feel his own climax rushing forward in the wake of nearly every inhibition seemingly having vanished for this instance of time.

"I'm.... I'm going to... AHH!!!" He finally managed to muster up the few bits of intelligible dialogue, only to find it ripped away just as quickly under the deep, almost echoing sound of his release which was brought about by the wave of bliss due to his first true orgasm. Giving a rather forceful thrust which lifted Chaos partially above the bed while remaining seated straddled over his lap, the dark God would suddenly feel the rather violent twitch of the Paladin's cock, followed by the immediate sensation of his once virgin seed spilling out into her womb. That first burst of his warm essence had hit hard, only to be followed by several other spurts of similar magnitude, while Cecil's body began to work his hips up and down into her tight, dripping cunt without letting his ass fall back onto the mattress for several moments as the Champion rode out that orgasm. His eyes had fluttered shut, head rolling back, mouth mostly hanging open while struggling to catch its breath while letting out a string of rather strained pants, moans and an occasional whimper due to the almost torturous level of pleasure rolling throughout his loins.

Riding out his own climax with a fairly limited regard toward her own at the time, those suddenly shaky legs of his soon gave out, which allowed for the strong, proud warrior to finally slump back onto the bed with the God of Chaos positioned atop of him. His eyes remaining closed, Cecil's hips had almost immediately become still upon hitting the bed, while feeling his softening cock let spill the remaining cum into her warm, tightly little body. Slowly, those lids of his eyes would begin to open, with the remembrance of what he'd done having returned to him only seconds prior, as the increasingly mortified Paladin gazed upward at the woman whom the man had been made to bed.

"...Oh God..." His voice came out at a hushed tone, almost whimpered, feeling close to the brink of tears for the first time since arriving to find his temple destroyed by the very creature whom had just now taken his virginity. Chaos. The Avatar. 'Angela'. Whatever she was within his mind, the fact remained that this was the very deity which Cecil had willingly given himself to pleasuring; even if only within the heat of the moment.

This realization steadily filled the Paladin's mind, as the emotionally damaged male slowly raised both arms and placed them over his face as if trying to shield himself from the world, whispering to nobody in particular, "What have I done?"

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The sensation of Cecil's hot cum filling her - his strong legs hefting her weight completely in the air with his efforts in their engagement - it was a victory that Chaos savored. She let the sounds of their intermixed voicing of pleasure fill her awareness while continuing to focus her eyes on the Champion's face. The twisting of his expression in ecstasy: it was priceless. She could live for little else than causing him such 'torments'.

In the moments immediately after, with the Paladin allowing his form to settle back on the bed, Chaos gave a soft smile as she stared down at her less than completely willing companion. His whimpered moans and labored breaths filled the silence between them - the woman could imagine nothing better. His eyes slowly opened; Chaos felt deeply cut by the immediate return of his repulsion towards her. Her smile melted before the man moved to cover his face with his arms.

"What have I done?" The whispered words of regret spilled from his lips like venom.

Chaos felt a tinge of sadness - though it was hardly comparable to what he seemed to be going through. Mortals were so touchy...particularly when it involved clashing ideologies. Or when their bodies betrayed their otherwise perfect discipline. Whatever it was, the woman's first instinct was to try to comfort Cecil, despite the fact that she could never truly understand what he was going through. She had to firmly remind herself that such a gesture would be sorely under appreciated.

"What have you done, Cecil?" she reflected, well knowing that he had no intention of the question being posed to her. She trailed a single nail lightly over his chest. "No doubt you've disappointed that selfish creature you call a God. Do you think he'd even let you remain a Champion if I let you go?" It pained her to break the man down, but it needed to be done. "You could try to justify yourself by crying rape - but you know as well as I that you enjoyed it, and that's all that really matters. Besides? Lust is perfectly natural, and I consider Adrius's strict control of his follower's pleasure and breeding reprehensible. It's fucked up how much you're letting his bullshit keep you from enjoying yourself." She reached for the man’s wrists, taking a cruel grip around them. A sudden jolt of force pulled his arms free of his face and she pinned the controlled appendages above his head. She would wait in a patient silence while she waited for the man to look at her.

"Let's try this again, Cecil. But this time? I'm going to forgo my want to make love to you and strictly focus on fucking." Her hands released his wrists as she moved herself off of his softening cock, placing herself next to him on the bed. A set of fingers grabbed roughly at his scalp, jerking him slightly upwards as she leaned down to whisper, "It'd be in your best interest to not let your preconceived notions of right and wrong ruin it this time."

With that, the woman released his hair with what was essentially a downwards throwing of her grip. She wasted no time in repositioning her hands so as to force the man to roll on to his stomach. As his form settled, he'd find the familiar feeling of bindings upon his wrists. "Oh, look at that. It seems you have no choice, Cecil...no chance to escape the pleasures I intend to give you. An intelligent man would take that as a good indication to surrender..." A hand would trail under his waist, lifting him onto his knees. While still positioned at his side, she run her alternate hand down the crack of his ass, pausing to tease his tight hole. Anticipating some sort of reaction, the hand under his waist had moved to press down firmly on the back of the man's neck as she willed additional bondage. A bar would form between his knees, forcing his legs some distance from each other - a chain from the center of the bar would reach up to attach to his collar. It was a short leash; he'd find himself unable to attain his former laying position.

Once he was acceptably contained, Chaos moved behind the man. She could feel their mixed fluids dripping down her inner thighs and smear on the sheets as she settled to a seated position, her legs spread open and placed on either side of her hips. Her hand trailed down to Cecil's balls, which she began to massage with rough squeezing motions. She was beyond taunting the man (and his belief system, it seemed), which quickly became evident as her tongue pressed against his asshole - the tip worked around the rim with methodical strokes. She gave a soft moan as her other hand trailed its nails along his inner thigh.

An opportunity was given to the man to become acquainted with the feeling, her tongue continuing to teasingly circle his asshole for several long moments. Likely she'd hear some protests as Cecil realized that she intended to take another virginity from him.

 

[Eazy]

Closing his eyes shut while keeping both arms over his face, the Paladin had tried rather unsuccessfully to drown out the presence of the female straddled over his waist. Her words managed to pierce through any defenses, ringing about within the male's ears as she spoke of his potentially lost rank as a Champion of Adrius. The thought made his heart sink even further into despair, which Cecil would have been perfectly fine at wallowing within, were it not for the sudden grip around both wrists as Chaos pulled them away of his face and pinned them over his head. Cecil hadn't even bothered trying to fight back for now, as the male's eyes slowly opened themselves back up to the sight of the dark God staring down at him.

Her words speaking on a distinction between 'making love' and pure fucking had caused a brief bout of confusion within the conquered warrior. Little of what they did seemed to come anywhere near his own notions of 'love', but it was long apparent by now that their differences in ideals would stretch into many different areas. Regardless, Cecil let out a soft moan at the feel of his sensitive, flaccid cock slipping free of her body while she repositioned herself onto the bed and winced when she pulled him slightly upwards by his hair before speaking further whispered words to the male.

Showing there was still some fight left within the proud follower and warrior of light, the Paladin fought through his own despair and pain, giving her a defiant glare while quietly challenging, "What more can you do to me, you sick freak?"

When she released his hair and essentially threw the Paladin down onto the mattress, Cecil would continue glaring at her with a defiant stare, which soon gave way to an understandable expression of confusion when she began forcing him over onto his stomach. "Argh!! I've grown to deeply despise these things!" He cursed, clearly not feeling fond of having those restraints returning onto his wrists; giving a few testing tugs at the metal until Cecil's attention was drawn lower due to Chaos's lifting him into a position onto his knees. More so, at the feel of her hand moving down the crack of his toned ass.

"Wait, w-what are you-ahhh!!" His words were cut short at the invasive feel of the female's finger teasing at his tight hole, which instinctively clenched even tighter around the invading digit; squeezing upon her finger unintentionally while his whole body began to shake at the momentary stimulation. "S-Stop this! Haven't you done enough to tarnish my pride?!" He shouted, attempting to rise or roll over, only to find her free hand pressing down onto his neck with a strength he'd grown accustomed toward at this point.

His struggle would continue, naturally, only to find themselves further restricted at the presence of a summoned bar and chain brought about by her dark magic. For the first time in a while, Cecil had resumed in attempting to escape despite his mind knowing better - the Paladin finding himself incapable of doing little else then glance over his shoulder upon feeling the God of Chaos shifting her position upon the mattress once more. His features winced at the rough sensation of her massaging and squeezing at his heavy sac, which shamefully had cause signs of life to return to the man's formally flaccid cock. This humiliation was almost negligible, however, as Cecil watched the female lower her head toward his upturned ass; leaving the male with only a faint hope of what may (or rather may not) come next, until the sensation of her moist tongue working at his asshole shattered any hopes.

"Damn you..." Were the only words which seemed suitable as the Champion of Adrius felt the dark God working her tongue at a teasing circle around the rim of his tight hole. There was little point of pleading for her to stop, the male had gradually realized, but it hadn't stopped him from protesting or cursing her existence as he almost growled out within a barely audible voice, "If only I knew... I'd have driven a sword through your chest at the temple myself. But whether it be by Adrius will or my own, I swear that I'll find a way to end you."

His body shook, partly due to genuine revulsion at the very notion of what was happening. But also? Much like her punishing squeezes at his balls, there was a faint jolt which would race along the male's spine and toward his groin whenever Chaos worked at the puckered opening. Her efforts drew out a partially muffled cry, brought about specifically by an occasional pressing of her tongue into the entrance of the male's anus without actually penetrating. She would tease, but perhaps as much trying to prepare the previously neglected erogenous zone. Which, much to Cecil's shame, was what the unexpected entrance to his body was revealing itself to be - the added stimulation causing his previously flaccid cock to already grow toward a nearly fully erect standing as it swayed between his legs. Thus, the sensitive tip of the Paladin's lengthy cock would itself along the sheets with every jerk of the male's hips, almost as if seeking something for itself to penetrate, even as its owner was presently at risk of being the one penetrated for a change.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

So he was going to see to her demise, was he? Chaos nearly laughed. Were her tongue not so marvelously occupied, she might have countered his promise. As it was, she kept her thoughts to herself - she'd rather show him what he would be missing than remind him that he would never be capable of defeating her in combat. He had heard enough truths, as it was: it had long since become apparent that there was little hope of reasoning with the man. He'd just have to experience liberation for himself...beyond the shackling and rape, the woman was driving at a deeper message about self. His perception of the meaning of life was so...

Choas had to cast away those thoughts. She'd couldn't fix all of Cecil's problems in a single night. For now? All she could do was pleasure him and hope that he'd eventually realize that she wasn't the villain. Or villainess. With her ability to shift her form, either was a possibility.

Her hands slid up his ass cheeks, her fingers splaying apart as she slowly felt his flesh. When they reached an ideal position (level with her tongue, roughly), her fingers curled possessively - the force of her grip was enough to leave brief traces of white in his skin. The tip of her tongue hardened as she pressed the wet appendage against his tight hole; still, she refused him any real penetration. Her hands kneeded his soft flesh for several moments. She licked around the rim of his asshole once again before her hands grabbed at his cheeks, pulling them apart.

A short pause followed. Her tongue made a momentary retreat as she allowed the cold air to pass over his moistened opening. A moment was taken to appreciate Cecil's physical response to her attentions before she continued - he was left waiting only seconds before the woman's tongue took advantage of his spread cheeks. The pointed tip forced itself passed the barrier of his sphincter, pressing several inches into him. The initial passage was rather abrupt. Once there, though, the woman slowed to a carefully steady pace as she moved herself inside of him. She'd draw back, using her tongue's mobility to her advantage - or his, perhaps - attempting to draw out the best stimulation possible. She continued to work within only inches, the thrusting of her long appendage refusing him its potential depth.

This would continue for several minutes. Long enough, Chaos would hope, for Cecil to realize that he liked such things. Perhaps even enough to leave him wanting for more? She'd take a moment to reposition herself to sit on her heels, leaving the man untouched. The pause was by far longer than the previous one - the woman waited with the direct intent of drawing some response from Cecil. As had been the case in previous situations, it didn't really matter if he would choose to speak - or what he might say - she merely wanted to gauge his temperament. It certainly wouldn't inspire her to change her course of action.

As she studied the bound man, a soft smile came to her lips. She didn't mind the games he was forcing her to play...

She brought a finger to her mouth, slipping the digit slowly over her tongue. Suckling with the intent of drenching the finger in saliva, Chaos took her time. After several moments the appendage emerged from the warm recess of her mouth. There was no hesitation as she placed the fingertip against Cecil's puckered hole - she teased along the rim briefly before sinking the digit into his ass. Slowly, she pressed passed the depth her tongue had traveled - she only stopped when her entire finger was buried inside of him. She gave him a moment to recover from the new sensation before pulling her finger back. Another thrust was given, only slightly faster than the previous one. As she worked him thusly, her free hand trailed around his waist to grasp at his thick cock. She stroked him with a matching rhythm.

As she approached a speed that could be compared to 'fucking', she began to curl the finger in his ass. The change in shape wasn't severe - it was merely enough to stretch him slightly - enough to make him feel her knuckle drag against his soft insides. After a full minute, she withdrew the finger completely, only to immediately re-enter with an additional digit. The two fingers buried themselves mercilessly as the hand on his cock shifted to grip his balls.

"So tell me, Cecil..." The fingers pulled back, nearly pulling out, before slamming forward again. "Do you find this enjoyable?" Her hand continued to work in a thrusting motion - her fingers spreading apart when she entered him at her deepest. They'd slowly rejoin each other as she pulled back - she could feel his inner muscles stretching to accommodate her movements. She'd give him enough time to respond to her question before commenting. "There is far more pleasure to be had, Cecil. All you have to do is ask for it..."

 

[Eazy]

The Paladin started to bite at his lower lip slightly to stifle any noises which were welling up within as Chaos continued to tease at his puckered hole with her long tongue. This came particularly useful when she inevitably finished with the teasing and began to force the pointed tip of the slippery appendage past his sphincter, causing Cecil's eyes to widen while his mouth parted as if to let out a silent scream at the intrusion. As expected of one whom was virginal in every sense of the word only a hour prior, the Champion of Adrius wasn't exactly used to such an intrusion - which showed with how tightly his anal muscles squeezed around the flexible tongue in a vain attempt at hindering her efforts.

All this ended up doing was making the invasion even less comfortable for Cecil, who began to squirm in an attempt at rolling away somehow, only to find his binds along with her own hands keeping him from doing much of anything aside from the pathetic display of shaking about on the bed. "S-Stop this..." He pleaded, feeling like those words had lost all meaning after having spoken similar ones so often to no avail, yet finding himself incapable of doing little else then enduring the continued violation.

The act of what was doing in itself was shameful for the warrior, as he felt her moist tongue working the portion of it within his body - stimulating the male in ways which he'd never dreamed to partake of or even being capable of with a female tongue. More shameful, however, was the way in which Cecil began to almost relax against the violations of Chaos's tongue. She was hitting the right nerves. The tip of her exploring tongue at times finding his prostate. Causing surprising jolts of pleasure along his lower body, which in turn had caused his already hardening cock to begin aching with a need to be touched. "Damn you..." He whispered with eyes closed, seemingly meaning the insulting words for himself so much as for the dark God whom was drawing out these new sensations.

Indeed, it was perhaps a small favor for the man's pride (or what little was left at this time) that the restraints acted as they did in limiting his mobility, for Cecil had begun to feel the temptation of pressing back against the Goddess's tongue when it became evident even from his position that she was only giving him part of what she could offer. With great conflict, the man did let out a shuddering whimper, almost a moan, when her moist appendage slipped out of his backside. Bent over like so while attempting to glance over a shoulder, Cecil could feel the emptiness which resulted from the absence of her tongue, and almost seemed to gaze upon Chaos with an apparent expression of expectation for something more. This realization caused the Paladin's chained hands to slowly ball into angry fists at realizing how a growing part of him had already missed her presence and was continuing to yearn for a return with every passing instant of its absence.

As such, it was a mixed blessing, at the very least, when Chaos seemed to tease the notion of filling him once more as she suckled upon one of her digits which was plunged into the recesses of her mouth. The Paladin had an idea of what was to come next - his gaze trying to divert its attention to avoid giving her the satisfaction of seeing any glimmer of desire in those deep brown eyes - and was ashamed to silently confess toward being interested in how this may feel in contrast. She was right, the steadily falling warrior thought with a sinking sensation from his very heart, there was little chance of Adrius wanting to welcome back a 'Champion' who let himself succumb toward such sinful temptations.

His mind wouldn't be allowed to linger upon such self loathing thoughts, however, as the feel of her moistened finger teasing at his puckered hole had brought him back to reality. Letting out a sharp breath at the sensation, the Paladin's body became noticeably tensed up - seemingly caught between wanting to relax in order to ease the inevitable and attempting to squeeze down to hinder the violation. In the end, Cecil did attempt to squeeze down when the finger pressed forward, only to find his efforts fruitless as the digit worked its way inside regardless. This time the Champion of Adrius did let out a shameful moan as the single finger worked its way deeper than her tongue her previously. His muscles squeezed around the lingering digit, but began to slowly relax, just in time for Chaos to begin working it in and out at a growing pace.

"You can't... ahhh!!" His feeble attempts at protest were cut off by the feeling of her free hand finally granting him the sought after touch of a hand upon his throbbing cock. The matching rhythm of both hands during their respective tasks wasn't lost on Cecil, whose lower body began to quiver, back arching as best it could when Chaos curled that invading finger, as the newly stretching sensation drew out another lewd groan from her 'lover'.

When she removed the digit only to return it with a second, Cecil started to bury his face into the mattress - seemingly attempting to stifle any further noises, of which there were plenty, while the dark God violated him with the curling, spreading fingers which seemed intent on testing those muscles. The feel of her free hand upon his sensitive sack did little to alleviate the situation for the male, as her words faintly registered with the male, whom did attempt at raising his head enough to muster an answer to the first question, "I... No, I don't..." Shamefully, the Paladin couldn't even bring himself to outright denying the sensations which she was drawing out of him, for fear she may decide to withhold them for a change following such a protest.

Braving to glance over a shoulder toward Chaos once more, there was noticeable confusion within those brown eyes. Confusion over what type of pleasures she was drawing out of him through less conventional means. And, yet? As she spoke of being able to offer far more were the Champion of Adrius to give into asking for it, there was none of this confusion to be found in what Cecil truly wanted. He may have been able to withhold himself from giving into her earlier attempts, but the words which came out of his mouth this time were far different as the male slowly, reluctantly answered, "...I .. I wish to experience more..."

Perhaps it was simply his knowing it mattered little what was said and he'd only wanted to get this over with? Perhaps this is what the Paladin would tell himself afterward. But as he felt those skilled fingers working within the recesses of his anus while her other hand grasped firmly at his swaying testes, Cecil would always know the truth, as he almost seemed to raise his hips further as if to present himself while wordlessly asking for more of whatever the God of Chaos had to offer.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Staring into his eyes, listening to his sweet reply, Chaos's features were overtaken by a smile. Not a victorious smirk, or even a cruel grin - but a genuine smile. It was quite a step for the Paladin and she had no intention of turning it against him - even though it'd be impossibly easy to further shame him with a few simple, choice words. She somehow doubted he currently had the capacity to be called a whore and take it for the playful talk that it really was.

"Your wish is my command."

Her hands had not ceased their movements - two fingers continued to plunge into his tight asshole with increasingly enthusiastic attempts to stretch him open. Despite the considerable amount of force being exerted, the woman was being cautious in regard to actually causing Cecil harm. She loved him, after all, and only desired to bring him pleasure. Her alternate hand had, meanwhile, remained on Cecil's heavy sack, massaging. After several moments of what couldn't be considered an escalation, she gave his balls a departing tug and removed her digits from his posterior.

She sat back on her heels, taking a brief moment to will away the man's bindings. He was much too far gone to be needing those. Although? Chaos had to accept that fact that: once he was off the high of arousal and want...he'd turn against her. Likely, he'd force her to chain him to the dinner table this evening while she was trying to introduce him to her closest associates. Which was - well. Kind of amusing. Sad. But amusing.

Chaos didn't have time to worry about that just now.

The woman leaned forward, feeling up his cheeks fully in her hands. "It's only natural for you to enjoy yourself..." she offered before running the tip of her tongue along the rim of his asshole. Withdrawing just enough to continue speaking, "Really, Cecil. Quiet your mind and just...feel."

To be entirely honest, Chaos had to filter herself considerably. The man was at a delicate point - she had to actively avoid mentioning the fact that she considered him brainwashed or directly insult his God. It was perhaps harder to do than one would think.

Rather than risk uttering whatever little word or phrase would set off the Champion of Adruis on a righteous tangent of defiance, the woman found it more appropriate to give him what he desired. Again, her hands grasped as the man's cheeks, pulling them apart to allow her tongue easier access. She glancingly flicked over his hole before pressing the wet appendage deeply into his recess. Steadily, she pressed the organ into his depths while moving it sinuously within him. It was quickly apparent that there was much more length to her tongue than her fingers - when her lips made contact with his flesh, there was approximately 9-10 inches buried inside of him. She paused, simply lapping and pressing against his insides. Her nails drug across his cheeks as she grasped at him.

Withdrawing half of the length of her tongue, she skillfully maneuvered the shape of the appendage. She'd fold the muscle over itself and stretch him at specific points - meanwhile, dousing his insides with her saliva. It was all in preparation for her next pushing of boundaries. He wouldn't be waiting too terribly long before the woman pulled her face away.

She'd watch him as she removed her hands, slipping one around her own cock. The rest of her form remained female - and indeed, she still had all of that equipment. To Chaos, the penis was little more than a sex accessory; she never took the full form of a male. Perhaps it was part of her fight against the system - most societies were patriarchal.

The length and girth of her rod was comparable to Cecil's - as her hand slid from base to tip, it seemed to leave a slight glistening to the proudly erect member. If he chose the absence of touch being an indication to look back, she'd note his reaction to her newest development. "I'm not going to lie to you...this is going to hurt a little at first. But after that? It's amazing." Her hand continued to stroke at her length, building up a coating of some unknown substance. "...I did promise to fuck you this time, didn't I?" she remarked almost off-handedly as she wiped her hand clean on the sheets.

It seemed she only did so that she could get a proper grip on Cecil's hips. If he was going to make any attempt to pull away - which wouldn't be too surprising - Chaos would be ready to counter it. As she placed the head of her massive cock at his virgin hole, she added softly. "Just relax. Take a few deep breaths..."

She began pressing her hips forward while holding his own firmly in place. Slowly, the thick tip forged its way into his ass - she let up on her progress once buried a third of the way inside. She paused and waited for Cecil's muscles to relax around her shaft. Once he seemed recovered from the initial violation, she drew back gently. Chaos took to a soft rocking, pushing herself only slightly deeper with each thrust. Purposefully, she halted herself about about three quarters length. The pace of his impalement became more frequent - powered by a mounting lust within his partner. The woman let out a deep growl as she found herself unable to continue controlling herself for his sake.

The massive cock slammed into Cecil's ass, abruptly forcing him to accept its full length. A hand reached for the man's hair, which was roughly seized and pulled backwards. "Fuck!" She groaned as she withdrew, continuing to speak through clenched teeth as she pounded into him again. "Ugh! You're so..." Another withdrawl followed by a forceful thrust. "...so tight!"

Despite his obvious discomfort, she couldn't stop herself. The hand not yanking his hair took to digging its nails into his hips, pulling him back to meet her drilling. She'd gauge the moment he started doing such on his own as the turn to blissful enjoyment of his fucking.

 

[Eazy]

The continued attempts at helping to stretch the Paladin further had caused him to grow somewhat used to this new sensation. At least so much as to where any stings of discomfort had largely subsided, leaving only the unique pleasure which the God of Chaos was drawing out of him with every calculated yet enthusiastic plunging of her fingers into his anus. The feel of her alternate hand massaging at his heavy sack hadn't gone without notice, which at times either helped him to relax or caused his body to tighten in response, depending on how firm or gentle she was being.

With what little pride the male had left, Cecil bit upon his lower lip to stifle a whimper when her invading fingers pulled away, the hand between his legs giving a parting tug which made his body jerk slightly, as his head turned enough to glance over a shoulder. Despite his attempts at hiding it, there was a clear want and eagerness within those otherwise confused and conflicted brown eyes of the handsome Paladin. The emptiness which resulted out of the absence of Chaos's fingers was felt throughout his entire body. A yearning, an ache, seemed to stretch out toward the male's gut, as he watched with silent awe while the dark God repositioned herself behind him.

While not answering her words on the matter of how natural his response was and the suggestion of quieting his mind, the bound Champion of Adrius did take them to heart; allowing himself a smidgen of moral comfort, even while the violation of his once pure body resumed with the feel of her tongue teasing along the rim of his by now partially stretched anus. The rattle of chains could be heard, his arms tugging lightly at the binds on his arms, along with the one connecting the collar around his neck to the pole between both knees as his legs jerked slightly due to the shamefully missed sensation.

Her words continued to echo within his mind as the moist appendage licked over the tight orifice with teasing flicks - trying to silence any thoughts on deeper issues of justice and valor for the time being - until any line of thinking was soundly pushed aside as Chaos plunged her tongue into the depths of the man's constricting hole. "By the Gods..." The man whimpered out, teeth clenching afterward, his thoughts on who was bringing him such strange pleasures having almost left Cecil's mind as the Paladin whispered toward nobody in particular, "I've never... I'd never imagined... such sensations are..."

Not being able to truly finish any of those fragmented thoughts, his sparse words eventually dwindled further down to the occasional whimper or groaning response; the male's toes starting to curl within the ruffled bed sheets as the sensation of Chaos's lapping tongue skillfully maneuvered itself within. Feeling those commanding fingers latched onto the Paladin's upturned backside, she was plunging into and stretching the inexperienced male even further than Cecil may have imagined. There was the expected discomfort, of course, but this gradually subsided as his insiders were coated with her saliva; starting to feel a trail of it running downward and lightly coating upon his swaying sack during the God of Chaos's furthered exploration/violation of her captured lover.

Eventually, she did pull away, with Cecil not being able to refrain from letting out an obviously disappointed sound at her absence. Quickly glancing over his shoulder yet there, there was a noticeable expression of regret upon those handsome features for having the stimulation halted. It was a look which would soon find itself replaced, however, by one of surprise as the sight which greeted him was enough to stir the almost hazy minded male out of his lust filled stupor. "Wait... wait, how can you.... that shouldn't be possible!!" His panicked words came blurting out, as the sound of his steel restraints rustling could be heard once more due to the attempts at shifting about on the mattress.

Almost gawking back at the phallic symbol, Cecil's eyes were widening with disbelief. Not that one should be so surprised, given the God of Chaos's previously revealed ability for altering her body, but such understanding was doing little for silencing the panic which raced throughout the Paladin's mind. Even if Cecil were to accept the reality of the situation as a simple fact, there remained the growing concern of having something so big forced its way into him where fingers and tongue had already been pushing at his limits. Indeed, the Champion of Adrius believed Chaos's words on how this would hurt, but the promises of what would come afterward were harder for him to swallow - those brown eyes of his gazing up at her with a momentarily silent plead.

"Don't..." Was the only word Cecil could muster up, having known by experience now that simple words wouldn't dissuade his 'lover' from doing what she wished - instead settling afterward on taking her advice while hoping for the best. Deep breaths taken. Muscles failing to truly relax. The first feel of her swollen crown pressing into his virgin hole had caused him to tighten up a little, which only served to make that first entrance all the more painful for the Paladin, whose teeth immediately clamped down onto the bed sheets, letting out muffled cries of discomfort, while both eyes started to slowly roll back into his skull as she pressed further into his tight ass.

The sensation was far different from what was experienced prior, with the dark haired male only showing signs of relaxing when Chaos did stop to allow some adjustment on his part. Gradually, his sphincter and other muscles started to relax their grip on the God of Chaos's cock, but the sheer size was enough to keep him on edge until she seemed content enough to resume her movements. The muscles of his arms strained, tugging hard upon the chains binding his wrists, more so out of desire for finding something to anchor himself rather than any attempt at escape. With her intensity increasing, Cecil found himself unable to contain the sounds of discomfort, which gradually, shamefully, started to mix with what may be construed as noises of pleasure, before letting out a shout of pure discomfort when she finally forced him into accepting the full length.

"AHHH!!!" The guttural noises escaped his throat, mouth now hanging open as his vision began to show flashes of white, until being forced back toward reality when she pulled upon his hair; giving enough of a yank to make him glance back at her from the corner of his eyes even as those by now uninhibited sounds flowed out of the Paladin's throat. "S... Stop... slow down..." The male would clumsily plead, only without showing anywhere near the conviction which was displayed earlier. Part of his body did want her to stop this. To at least slow and allow him a better chance at adjustment. However, as her free hand commenced with grabbing at his hips, tugging him back into her thrusting, pistoning cock which delved deep into the male's ass, Cecil would find that another part of him had wanted so desperately for her to continue as she doing.

That part of himself was growing steadily with every powerful slamming of her hips which drove every glorious inch of herself into his by now stretching hole. His mouth hanging open. Lewd sounds of pain and pleasure escaping with each movement of her lower body. That throbbing cock of his almost feeling like it could erupt at any second. They had a ways to go before Chaos could consider her lover to be 'corrected' from the suppose brainwashing of his God. For the moment, however, she would hopefully find solace in a temporary victory as the prized Champion of Adrius began pressing back into her thrusting hips. Clumsily at first attempting to match the pace of the dark God's fucking, while his chained hands started pressing down onto the mattress while seemingly trying to help brace himself and push back into that invading cock so that she might take him even harder and faster than was previously possible.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The woman released her grip on Cecil's hair, allowing her hand to remain in contact with his flesh as she pulled it back towards towards herself. The appendage settled on his hip, where it worked to help guide the man's movements. His willingness - his wanting - of the current violations was more than Chaos could've hoped for. She had known, of course, that the man had been born only to be hers, but Adrius's interference with the man's senses of right and wrong had caused her some worry. She was glad that her most recent pushing of boundaries had paid off rather inspiring the Champion to hate her all the more - although? He might speak of such things, later, in a tone suggesting obscene corruption of his virtues. He probably wouldn't even be grateful.

There was little point in worrying, now. Chaos intended to soak in their pleasures, refusing to let the knowledge of Cecil's outside-of-the-bedroom opinions ruin their blissful moments of intimacy. As it was, the man was pushing himself shamefully against her while bracing his body to accept her massive cock in his ass. All that mattered right now was him and his enjoyment.

Several hard thrusts buried her hilt-deep into the man. Her hands remained upon his hips, assisting his motions. "Just like that, Cecil," she purred. "You're doing marvelously."

Chaos bit down on her lower lip, stifling a cry. It had been a considerable amount of time since she employed the use of her manlier assets. She hadn't been prepared for the feel of Cecil's hot insides squeezing around her shaft - much less the thrill of his participation. A moan escaped her throat as her fingers curled over his skin. She couldn't get off just yet.

She didn't let up, physically. Her hips continued to furiously drill forward as she exerted mental discipline upon her baser instincts - a very rare practice for the woman. Thankfully, Chaos had a unnatural ability to focus - and she used such to remain mindful of the Paladin. She leaned forward slightly as one of her hands sought to wrap itself around his throbbing length. The motions of their bodies allowed for her grip to stroke his impressive manhood without much effort in itself. She continued to pound into him for several minutes before finding difficulty with restraining her own pleasures.

"Cecil! Oh, Cecil!" It would almost seem as if she had replaced the word "God" with his name, if one compared a mortal's cries to her own. "Cum for me, baby!" She nearly included that she wished to see his seed spilled upon the sheets, but she found herself over-thinking during her own attempt to maintain control. Adrius, she knew, had something against sexual fluids finding their place anywhere outside of a womb - no doubt he merely wanted to breed more brainwashed followers. Chaos only wished the selfish being could realize how such a demand damaged his flock. It simply wasn't healthy. Humans were, really, such primal creatures. "Fuck!" she growled from behind clenched teeth. The motions of her body filled the room with noises of their slapping flesh - she slammed into him again and again with brutal force. She could feel the faintly familiar tightening of her balls as she prepared to unload into her lover.

She had little doubt that Cecil would get off - he was, after all, merely mortal. Abandoning all attempts to hold herself back, the woman buried herself into his stretched and abused hole. Her hot seed poured forth, claiming Cecil's previously virginal body - it would be her temple. The man would eventually be a shining example of everything Chaos stood for.

With each freshly dispensed stream of cum, the woman attempted to thrust her massive cock deeper. She was, of course, already hilt-deep. The motions worked only to test her lover's determination in pressing back against her.

She paused for several long moments, her mind blissfully quieted in the afterglow of such an awesome orgasm. Her breaths were heavy enough to be easily heard throughout the room, her chest heaving with each inhalation. She leaned forward and her lips found purchase upon Cecil's back. Without giving him too much time to recover, she whispered, "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, love."

Removing herself slowly, she continued to speak. "You should probably rest." Her already softening cock slipped free of his asshole - she watched the spasming of his body for a few moments before crawling to the man's side. His shackles had been removed prior to the true defilement, so there was nothing to prevent the woman from easing her lover to laying position (being mindful, of course, to keep in out of those inevitable 'wet spots'). She kissed the base of his throat.

"I'll have a hot bath ready for you when you wake." She sat up and cast a gentle smile in his direction. Reaching for the sheet and blankets, she pulled the covers over the Champion. Chaos had no need for sleep, but she found herself snuggling in next to him. Her arms wrapped about his shoulders, a hand tucking itself gently around the back of his head. She guided his face to her breast - hoping that he'd accept her as a temporary pillow. If he did, she would lightly stroke his hair as he gave into his need for sleep.