The Lord's Will be Done

[southern_slut]

The warm, white droplets perppered my skin and they tickled as I felt some run down my neck and even a few reach my breasts. I swallowed what was in or near my mouth and turned over onto my belly, face to face with the intruder. I licked what was left oozing out of it and rose up to my knees.

"Satisfied My Lord? I know I was."

 

[LordLuck]

"For the time being, my love."

Morholt smiled as he caressed her pretty, daunting face, using his fingers to brush her locks of raven hair out of her face. He knelt by her, and finally laid down upon her bed. The bed that he hated to let cold as the warm of their relations faded after hours. He laid a hand over her thighs as he reclined, smiling towards her.

"Have I ever told you look so cute with my seed all over your features? It's as if belongs there."

 

[southern_slut]

"Why must every man assume his seed belongs on my flesh, or in it? Just because I enjoy it..."

With a wicked giggle I straddled the Lord's lap and lowered myself down until our flesh were barely parted. I could see his eyes grow hot and his features frustrated. I knew he wanted me but the only way he'd have me is through force. How else could I respect myself?

 

[LordLuck]

"Why, my love...", he said as his hands started to caress at her long, slender legs. She looked so unearthly delicate, as a porcelain doll. Her skin as smooth as one. "...I've thought we'd be discussing politics as well."

"Every man?", Morholt asked with a glimmer of suspicion on his eye. He was a selfish man, and would hate to share his Black Lady with anyone else; She was what him, a Dark Lord himself, ever needed to have. "Don't tell me I must order other hanging."

 

[southern_slut]

A sinister, throaty chuckle...

"My Lord, how long do you really believe me to have plagued this Earth? How many years does my skin not show?"

My hand lightly traced down his chest, teasing his excited flesh. I sat straight and let the last of my gown tumble to the bed and leave my bare before him.

 

[LordLuck]

"More than enough to denounce your unholyness, my lovely Lady."

He said as his hands started to slide higher against her flanks and against her thin waistline, rubbing his warm palms against her unearthly, cold body. Dylsta was so much like a corpse, so cold, distant, detached from the world and reality by her art.

"I bless the Heavens for the day you first came to me.", he said as he admired his seed drying up over her flesh.

 

[southern_slut]

With the term Heavens, my eyes grew harsh and cold. The mask of sanity and humanity I'd worn had slipped ever so slightly and it was obvious the Heavens had no hand in my existence.

"Well the Heavens will certainly want to see this then..."

With that hanging in the air, my hands came up from underneath my legs and guided you towards my flesh, body heat radiating into one another, our presences felt more than seen.

 

[LordLuck]

A moan escaped Morholt's lips as he knew that his barb went way deeper than he had fist intended it to do, and he knew that Dylsta would retribute properly in her own dark fashion. It daunted him as well as it spurn him forth. He wished for her to do her dark magic, to bring him so close to the ultimate end, for her to devour him all.

"No doubt some up there are jealous of us."

 

[southern_slut]

"My Lord, they weep for you..."

With these words, lightly whispered in your ear, I allow my body to descend upon you. At once all of your flesh enters my own. It's moist, wet walls embracing you, as if they'd been meant to fit. Like a lock and a key.

 

[LordLuck]

"Aaahh... I'm sure of it... and they may weep for all I care."

He was damned already from the first time he had allowed Dyslta to climb on his bed, so many years ago. He had climbed on her behind since, a lot of times, disregarding his true wife with little less than a nod of his head. Her insides were perfect for his girth, just as she had been crafted for his manhood.

 

[southern_slut]

Beginning the slow, churning gyration of my hips. Letting my pubic bones and hips come forward and then roll back and away. Again and again, your manhood probing not in and out so much as back and forth, my own lips wet and dripping.

 

[LordLuck]

The way your womanhood welcomes me is surprising, as your insides are warm, welcoming, so different than your cold flesh. Perhaps that was yet another one of your traits that enthralled me in the first time.

 

[southern_slut]

Reaching out with my hands, holding myself steady by grabbing the head board behind you. My lightly coated tits swaying not an inch from your face as soft gasps escape my throat once so pulverized and abused.

"My Lord... Oh my, you're always such a... challenge to take...."

 

[LordLuck]

"A challenge... you love to... indulge into..."

I've commented as I pulled the woman that was my doom and delight against my manhood once more. She was so small, so delicate, so frail I was afraid of breaking her alabaster form if I took my hardness further into her form. My face brushed against her white breasts, nesting itself once against her greasy bust before kissing it and pulling her once more against my manhood.

She was perfect. The very sin of lust encarnate. And so many other at the same time...

 

[southern_slut]

My eyes close as rock my head back on my neck. My dark, black hair swirling around like the blackened wings of the Angels cast down from Paradise. One hand comes down to your chest and my pointed fingernails rake across your flesh, leaving trails of reddened skin. Trying to read your flow, trying to gain insight into your mind. Does he want me to play his dignified little mistress tonight? Or does he prefer the wanton wench type of night? I know he loves those loud squealing, big breasted harlots in the village. My livelihood hangs upon my ability to satisfy whilst sufficiently moving him to the position I need him to be.

 

[LordLuck]

Indeed, I’ve loved to visit the maids that lived on the settlement that grew around the lower slopes of the cliffs that nested the Keep. Although I had my lovely Witch and Black Lady, every now and them some variety spiced my desires. After all… I’ve still needed an heir, although I was very careful not to seed those women thoroughly. I’ve only wanted to breed them into my lovely Dyslta. But it was a hollow hope, and I knew it. The Witch would probably poison them into her belly, and abort them, birthing them already dead rather than accept to bring up a son of our own.

But to be with her was something… different. Odd, weird, but her dark beauty and power made our coupling much more exciting in ways those other peasants could never bring me up to. Perhaps it was her skin, speaking of a corpse that yet lived. Perhaps it was the fire that burned deep into her eyes, the fiendish eyes that used me and planned my every action, actions that I was glad to do in order to please her. For although I am her Lord, she is in fact my Mistress. In so many ways, I am also her servant.

For a moment, I pull her harder down my hardness, sticking it high into her defiled womanhood as a pole, tasting her curiously warm insides for long. One would hope Dyslta to be as cold as the rock that formed the walls of this very room, but instead she was inviting and welcoming. What about her little girl, her helping hand? Would she be watching as I’ve mated her caretaker? I had never known from where my Black Lady had found her or why she kept her so close, but I was too afraid to ask, to confront her about it. The awnsers that Dyslta produced were as frightening and nauseating as the concoctions she brewed. Would the girl be watching? I was satisfied to know that my lover had not yet taken an apprentice for her wicked arts… that I knew of.

 

[southern_slut]

As the rigid intruder probed deeper and spread the innocent looking lips further apart, I could feel through my Lord that his was a mood most dark and forceful tonight. It was fine with me, for I found more honesty in such emotions. Too often do men hide their true selves but naked and before the Altar that is Woman, they shed their lies and bear their truest selves. I could feel his thoughts as if he were speaking them aloud. The serving girl of mine, of course she would watch. She was important, but not at the moment. What was important was whether my position was set of yet. As if frozen, mid thrust, my black hair swirling around my pale, luminescent flesh, all things came together. I could feel the poison inking through the veins of the opposition. Feel his lifeless corpse litter his hall. The chimes struck on the clock tower and I knew it was the ideal moment. Coming back down upon the Lord's cock and feeling it try and pound my cervix.

"My Lord, would the top position suit you best?"

 

[LordLuck]

It was a dance of both affection and hatred the both of us danced. I knew of her plotting. I knew of the danger, yet I took it all upon my back for the mere chance of feeling her insides clenching once more around me. It was a very exquisitive feeling, to be so deep within such an unearthly woman. Even now I knew she was probably consorting with some Archfiend in order to gain enough power to slay all of us, me included.

All the other out of sheer fury, and me... me, for my compassion. It was probably not the right word for I had my Black Lady and used and abused and violated her in every manner possible. And she seemed all the time to relish it.

"Yes... Yes...", my moans escaped weakly as I held her in place above me, my manhood nested deep into her. Dyslta's eyes looked upon me with a malice that chilled my soul - yet spurned my lust at the same time. Rolling over myself to lay upon the woman, I took the reign of the mating. Our mating.

I could hear a sob coming from beyond the curtain that separated the ambient where her servant had dissapeared. Dyslta was worse than a vampiress, she would slay her partners out of spite rather than out of need... and yet here I was, careless, giving into the fires of lust.