The Lord's Will be Done

[LordLuck]

(closed for southern_slut)

It was growing late. And he grew impatient.

After drilling his soldiers for the whole day, and having to dismiss the envoys of the neighbourings fiefs with nods of bored agreement, Lord Morholt had still much to do. Those envoys had been too tiresome to deal with, their reluctance to accept or sign anything regarding alliances and pacts a complete waste of Morholt's time... and he was never in the mood to be fooled with that.

Lord Morholt was an ambitious man. His dreams for glory and conquest were too many to one even start to discern - and some already bore fruit. However, there was still something amiss... a crown. To be recognised these other petty lords and nobles their definitive better. But that would not happen easily... if pursued by the 'correct' and 'fair' ways.

He had lost faith in God. Many already whispered of it. Morholt had ceased going to the Mass every Sunday, his mind taken by other important business elsewhere in his domains. But in fact... he had turned to darker powers. Powers that could have his objectives reached quite faster... and were quite more rewarding with their soft hands against his cheeks.

And with that in mind, he certified that no one followed him... before unlocking the door to the deepest of dungeons from his Stronghold - getting there to once again meet his cherished lover.

 

[southern_slut]

On a bed of deep crimson sheets, the four posters bearing the same color drapes and the room itself black as night. The Black Lady, Dylsta, sat brushing her flowing black hair. She was deathly pale with black hair, lips, and a soft black robe. Yet here eyes were electric, bright green. She heard the creaking of the doors and set her brush aside. As she heard her chambers' door open she needn't turn to see whom had come.

"How fares the efforts, My Lord? Do the men seem capable of Your conquest?"

She knew better, he needed her abilities.

 

[LordLuck]

"Should they do, would I have any use for you?"

His reply was rough, but only due to the problems that the envoys had done to him the morning. For in truth, Lord Morholt cherished Dylsta with all of his heart. Why? He could not say. Perhaps the foul woman had cast an enchantment over him while he expent time with her. Perhaps she had poisoned his meal with a potion that would have him refrain his rough impetus and have him remain docile with her.

Whatever it was - and Morholt knew it - he loved her. It was a deturbed shade of love, it's borders black while it's center grey. Slowly he approached her, a smile barely touching his lips;

Morholt was tall - his shoulders broad. A beard grew against his face - but his head was clean shaven, as to disguise his early baldness. His grey eyes washed over the Black Lady's form, filled with the lust she always managed to entice him with.

 

[southern_slut]

"My Lord, we could lay here and ease you frustrations, like you so enjoy doing, or you could tell me the wrongs facing our plans and allow me to get out ahead of them."

She barely stood to His shoulder, but the presence given was one of equals. She seemingly flew over to an adjacent table top and began listing things on a parchment. After several minutes she snapped her pale fingers and handed the parchment to the waiting servant.

"Ensure you bring plenty of each or I'll extract what I must from your very flesh child."

As the young serving girl ran off she turned to her lover and smirked.

"Children shouldn't bother with toys or games when there's work to do."

 

[LordLuck]

"Indeed."

He smiled once more. At one time, Morholt had serious doubts about allowing his consort any more than a couple of servants - to be always bound to this place. After all, as a known nobleman, he could not have his dealings with the occult and his own Black Lady running around to call in suspicion.

"Both of your ideas have merit... I shall indulge in the two of them.", he said as he took her pale hand. Her skin was so white, so like the face of the very Moon... pulling her closer, Morholt kissed from the back of her palm towards her shoulder - laying small pecks all over her arm.

 

[southern_slut]

Her free hand came up to the clasp at the front of her neck and unclipped it's silver fastening. Her robe fell away and left her naked before her Lord. Her fair skin seemed to fill the room with an alabaster glow. She reached up to caress his face before kissing His lips, brushing against his ridiculous mustache.

"What would the courts say should they find you embracing a damned whore like me?"

 

[LordLuck]

"That I would be as damned as you are, my sweet bitch."

He loved when Dylsta did that. The way her onw skin made such unearthly contrast with the very room she dwelt in was simply breathtaking. His eyes hurt at the sudden change of light, alloweing her glowing for to envelop his own grey garments.

Slowly he pulled her towards the canopy bed, his feet negotiating the floor as he hugged her tight, kissing her back deeply. She was so delicious...

 

[southern_slut]

She reached across the bed and slowly slide across it until only her tiny feet dangled over the edge. She flipped around until she looked towards the ceiling with her forehead in Her Lord's crotch. She knew this drove him so wild and it was just what he needed after today. She reached up and began slowly undoing his belt.

"My Lord, I know how much You enjoy this particular position..."

 

[LordLuck]

Slowly, Morholt reclined a little over his Black Lady's form. Her luscious body against the crimson sheets was simply the very definition of the forbidden lust he was giving into. He was not ignorant. Or at least, had decided to act as so. Lord Morholt knew that Dylsta would be trying to corrupt him - and gladly embraced her welcoming arms... and legs around him.

"You know my every desire, dear... now, open that mouth wide."

He said as she started to unbuckle his belt. Taking a a hand towards her neck, Morholt caressed her throat - relaxing her as he knew she would have to be at her best for today. His mood was specially... lustful;

 

[southern_slut]

She slowly parted her black lips and you could swear her teeth were sharpened like some animals. She held her tongue along her chin and out of the way as she felt the Lord's meaty cock fall onto her chin. With a cold smile, she placed it into her mouth and felt it slowly work itself down. She could could tell He loved how her throat bulged from the intrusion.

 

[LordLuck]

The way that she managed to handle his thick, long hardness was almost maddening. It was curious, but her soft, cold touch made him shiver in desire for her caressess... and once within her mouth, Morholt exhalated a long gasp. His hands were now exploring and caressing her bust, her breast fondled as he allowed Dylsta time to take him all in.

"A-Aren't you my little whore..."

He told her with a grin as he took his girth further within her throat - it bending to follow her neck - the bulge forcing itself against her skin as to open it's way. How she managed not to gag was incredible.

 

[southern_slut]

I was sure he could feel the breath from my nostrils tickling his testicles as the continued to come to and fro my face. My thighs slowly pressed and caressed one another as I felt my own arousal begin to arise. What many call a spell or enchanting is simple seduction. Rather than waste time and energy with my craft, I came to realize mankind is easier tempted by flesh alone.

 

[LordLuck]

And indeed, the witch was right.

Morholt laid both of his hands over her neck, now. It came the time of using her throughly. As the large man started to fuck her throat by penetrating her deep, his member bent itself over in order to make it's way through her neck - and his hands, outside, groped Dylsta's neck in order to create even more pressure and friction around his girth.

Of course, it would choke her. In this position, it was incredibly easy for the Lord to press her neck further and end this wicked, depraved woman who tried to corrupt him. But he did not. He liked her, he liked to taste that foul corruption she offered him.

 

[southern_slut]

My fingers and hands danced upon my own bare flesh, an innocent look of trying to get myself more aroused. I knew he liked watching me play with my own tits, made him feel as if we were both in this for the same goal. My long digits began toying with my nipples, making them rigid and stand out in the chilled room. It wasn't from the cold, per say. More than presence of powers inside.

 

[LordLuck]

Of course, and Morholt dared not command his Black Lady, this Queen of Darkness. At least, not as much as to have her brooding against him behind his back. The nobleman knew, however, that many of her spells and potions would have brought the quick downfall of any of her captors, but she had favoured him. Lucky for not being ended earlier, Morholt had only to thank her as she also allowed him into her bedchamber.

Another groan escaped his lips as he hilted himself far into her throat once more, his heavy balls slapping playfully against her untarnished forehead.

 

[southern_slut]

My cruel, blackened lips curled into a smirk. I could feel my head get lighter as his cock and hands had restricted my air, but I enjoyed this. He'd fuck my throat until either he came or I passed out. I'd either wear his hot white ropes or I'd take them into my body. Thin rivers of his precum and my own spit ran down my face and got in my eyes. I didn't need to see, for I sensed every move and every sensation coming my way. I caressed his meat with my long, velvet tongue.

 

[LordLuck]

It was far too much for Morholt to take.

Although he could accept a peasant girl's blowjob for many, many minutes, to take his delicious sorceress, the fabled Black Lady in such a depraved fashion sped up things for him a lot. Perhaps it was anoth spell of hers to prevent him from leaving her completely sore and mangled after each of their humping sessions, for Morholt could be quite an energic, vicious lover. Every now and then, she would spur him further to make him violently abuse of her.

"Ahh, Dylstaaa...", he called her name. There was no lover that could be his except for this woman as pale as death itself. He rammed himself fiercely into her throat, streams of her drool flowing down her face and neck for a moment as he literally bashed his groin into her neck.

 

[southern_slut]

Almost comical, you'd expect the cock to come blasting out of the back of my neck but almost like a magic trick of it's own, I make it disappear. Thin rivers become flowing streams and I close my long, wicked lashes to keep my eyes free of it. His staying power tonight is impressive, perhaps this holds for a VERY long night.

 

[LordLuck]

After long moments of humping against her throat, Morholt decided to get a little bit playful. He knew he was not too far from release, but the Lord decided to retreat from her mouth a little, making sure his little whore had coated his hardened flesh in her drool. Once he was finally outside, Dylsta could notice a wicked glimmer in his eyes, denouncing what he was doing.

"My lovely witch... tell me...", he said as he used his manhood to slap it over her head. It's greasy surface spreading her saliva and his precum all over the Black Lady's otherwise flawless face, covering her cheeks, her forehead in thos sticky fluids. It was another mean for him assert his command over his lover instead of the other way around, although Morholt knew she was more than capable of toppling him on her own. "...Are you really barren?"

The legend was that Dylsta had been made barren long ago. Very, very long ago, dure to the violence of an abusive lover, she had been too mangled to bear children. But it was always a subject Morholt brought up with her. The Lord was almost sure she had some wicked offspring wandering the world, and ensuing chaos.

 

[southern_slut]

With a wicked, throaty giggle she looked into his eyes and all pretense of the phallus coated face disappeared for a brief moment. She took in his tone, his incessant need to ask, how he'd been as a lover so far...
"My Lord, do you ask because you require an heir? The local wench will be a far more... acceptable vessel. If it's because you need practice, well, then you may just be in luck lover."

 

[LordLuck]

Morholt laughted audibly. He loved how his wicked, damned Dyslsta managed to exact the right measure of cleverness to make him laught and avoid his violent outcome if she shamed him. Ah, this woman was one he would never allow the others to lay hands upon. She was now his, and his alone. He knew, of course, that she was going to betray him. Once she did, he would carve her belly with a dagger himself.

But so far, they could play with each other. "I just fear that no heir I sow will be as strong and wise as the both of use togheter, my dove. My black cat.", he called her as he slapped his hardness across her nauseously pale face once more. He would love to seed her once more.

 

[southern_slut]

"My Lord, why create when it is far more fun to simply destroy?"

Playfully lapping with her inky black tongue, catching the phallus with her mouth only to let it go. Giggling at his look of utter confusion. Oh how he wanted such a child, but here he would never find one.

 

[LordLuck]

"You little whore.", he said while slapping his hardness against her face, this time dropplets of his precum and her drool showering Dylsta's hauntingly pale chest. She was gorgeous, although almost ghostly to beheld. "We will destroy. We will kill them all."

Morholt told her as his blood boiled. He would do it to her once more. Laying over her face more properly, seeing how her womanhood bloomed before of him, the Lord lowered himself further in order to inhale from her womanly scent. Not womanly, after all, for his Black Lady was something else. She had ceased being a woman a long time ago if she ever was one.

Adjusting his hardness against her lip, he pummeled himself into her harshly once more, his hardness making a bulge soar down her throat.

 

[southern_slut]

Adjusting myself to allow My Lord's entrance unabated, slowly letting my thighs fall apart, exposing myself to him. Bare, pale flesh was plumping and the lips had begun to part to expose a pink rose that was even more so colorful in contrast to the damned flesh around it. My face glistening in a way that can only be considered "sloppy", drool and precum bubbling from the corners of my mouth. Hardly dignified, however most women of my "profession" were being hunted down and stripped naked before being put to the stake. I'm certainly a lucky one.

 

[LordLuck]

It was too much for him to endure.

One last hilting was made as Morholt finally felt the control slip out of his hands. He groaned wildly as he felt the streams of his seed rushing over to the tip of his manhood, and exploded down, directly at Dylsta's throat and down her neck, making her swallow most of it as he retreat quickly, still sending jolts of his seed against her pale face, covering her cheeks and neck into his dropplets.