Chosen of the Dorkmoon (Incomplete)

 

She was a devoted servant, the finest he had. None had served Lord Gwyndolin with more ability or loyalty than her, in all his years as the leader of the Darkmoon Covenant. Enemies of Anor Londo had been cut down by her time and time again. Gwyndolin knew she was the perfect slave, who would not question any order, or go against any mandate he made. As she entered his most private chambers, a threshold none other had ever dared to cross, he felt his heart surge with pride to know that this flesh and blood belonged to him. From the shadows, the tall, lithe figure of Gwyndolin began to stir, preceded by the dozens of slithering snakes that made up his lower body. Their tongues flitted out as they tasted the air, able to discern fresh, delicious meat. Gwyndolin had not intended to devour the girl, at least not yet, anyway, but well... her unquestioned loyalty was so remarkable, perhaps she'd even freely lay her head on the chopping block and allow him to cut it off, if he commanded it. "Come closer, Chosen of the Darkmoon," he commanded in his beautiful, dulcet tones.

 

The God had been laid out on his bed, naked among the soft sheets draped over his body, the hissing and slithering of serpents making it seem like a dangerous nest that even a loyal servant wouldn't emerge from safely. Each snake had its own urge to sink hot fangs into her body and pump venom into her bloodstream. She smelled so delicious to them, he couldn't help but chuckle gently and run his fingers along the back of one's head, petting it.

 

Maya paused as she crossed the threshold, feeling a faint shivered run down her spine. On some instinctive level her body knew it did not belong in the realm of gods and each step forward required tremendous effort. The sight of him made her blood run cold as certain as it exhilarated her. To see him like this was more than she ever dreamed and he proved as horrifying as he was beautiful. It was ironic that she had earned the nickname of 'The Crimson Viper' over her years of service, as much due to the red shades of her clothing as her lightning fast reflexes. Yet here, now, she felt as heavy and ponderous as one of the ogres of Blighttown. "Your grace..." She said softly, stopping at the edge of his bed to drop to one knee in supplication.

 

He rose to a sitting position on the bed, one delicate hand holding silk sheets up to cover his slender chest. Even then, the narrow curves of his shoulders were exposed to her, as well as one soft, pink nipple below that teased her gaze. It looked even more pronounced among his milk-white skin. To have the God expose himself even this much to her was more than she ever could have hoped for. As he smiled from under his mask, those snakes began to slither off of the bed, slithering around the floor and gathering around her, still sniffing her with their tongues. She would be expected to remain still as his pets slithered up her body, along her armour and then inside of it...

 

They were not gentle with her either, as they played with her cute li'l body. One tightened around her neck, constricting her airflow, while another went so far as to bite her, sinking sharp fangs into her soft flesh. Poison was flowing freely into her body as Gwyndolin simply regarded her. He was beyond empathy and could not understand her pain; when he stared at her with that pleased smile, it was with all the compassion of a statue. "You have served me so very well over the years, Chosen of the Darkmoon, and yet you have retained the grace and beauty that first drew you to my attention. And they have only grown since then. I would give you any reward you wished for." More fangs pricked her skin, making the woman feel light-headed. These snakes that feasted on her flesh was just as much Gwyndolin as the beautiful figure laying on the bed, however, and she had sworn her oath of loyalty even to them~

 

So awestruck was Maya that she barely flinched as the snake bit into her supple flesh, but she did let out a soft gasp as he repositioned himself and offered her the slightest glimpse at his divine form. "I... I cannot..." She began with a flushed, ashamed expression. Biting her lip, she tried to tear her gaze away from him for a moment but found to her surprise that she could not. Her body trembled softly, her pulse quickening as she felt an undeniable lust build up inside her. "It is enough to serve..." She said quietly, lowering her head slightly.

 

Her darkest thoughts of perversion were well-known to the Dark Sun, and tolerated somewhat. It was only due to her exemplary servitude that he could forgive her her weak cravings of the flesh. Still... It made him smile to imagine her wishing for such carnal acts; at the end of the day, humans like her were truly animals. He leaned forwards and let the sheet drop from his chest, extending one arm to cup her chin. His touch was painful to her, fingers sizzling against her skin as he burned with divine energy, but to recoil would be a slight in his eyes. Just being in the room with him, basking in his divine presence for much longer, would put her life at risk... Another five minutes of this and she could die... But he was a God, and she was just an insignificant plaything for him. Dying to pleasure Lord Gwyndolin would be a true honour. He drew a circle around her neck, letting a cast-iron collar form, with no way to be removed.

 

"This is the mark of your loyalty to me, Dark Sun Gwyndolin. Does it please you? It cannot, will not, be removed until the day your head is cut off." It felt so heavy and possessive around the Darkmoon's neck, truly marking her as his property. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her softly, burning her tongue as if she'd dipped it in acid. The urge to recoil from his touch would grow painfully strong, but doing so was not right, not right at all~

 

She felt compelled to squeal at his touch, ever fiber of her being rebelling at the notion of having her unworthy body touched by him. She could feel her flesh singe, yet she was elated despite the pain. Her body quivered with anticipation as she felt herself building towards something amazing yet she didn't dare hope... the weight around her neck did feel heavy, yet she welcomes any gift he felt fit to bestow upon her. She would happily carry his mark and felt an immense sense of pride at having been chosen. "My lord, I am not..." Before she could say 'worthy' she felt those divine lips on hers... beyond tingling, what she felt instead was a divine wildfire that spread searing heat throughout her body with the speed of a lightning bolt. Her body trembled as her eyes first widened, then rolled up into the back of her head as she instinctively reached for him for support, forgetting herself for a moment as a sudden and unbelievably powerful orgasm ravaged her body.

 

Gwyndolin recoiled from her for a moment, the divine being obviously disgusted at her little display... She was a human through and through, a wretched creature only capable of wallowing in its own biological filth... His snakes hissed and spat at the filthy woman as she shuddered through her pleasure, but he was nobler than them, and he could forgive this piglet even this. But punishment was still in order, and the snakes suddenly redoubled their efforts, lunging at her, digging under her armour, breaking it in places as they attacked again and again... Under their continued assault, her armour began to break and crack, until it was dragged away piece by piece, as dozens of glistening red fang marks were left on her body. Each kiss brought with it renewed pain and pleasure, the poison being fed into her killing her just as much as it gave her sonorous pleasure, that only a God was capable of giving. Gwyndolin continued to smile, delighting in the taste of her flesh, craving more.

 

 

Maya was far too overwhelmed by the mixture of sensations to feel ashamed by her body's behavior. If not for the bliss-filled ecstasy then undoubtedly  the pain or free-flowing toxins throughout her body would take its toll. Quivering as her naked body was revealed to him in all its smooth glory... easily the envy of her mortal peers, compared to him or her sister she might have well been a sow. She whimpered and moaned his name as though she was his lover, despite only the snakes choosing to explore her filthy human body so far.

 

Gwyndolin recoiled from her for a moment, the divine being obviously disgusted at her little display... She was a human through and through, a wretched creature only capable of wallowing in its own biological filth... His snakes hissed and spat at the filthy woman as she shuddered through her pleasure, but he was nobler than them, and he could forgive this piglet even this. But punishment was still in order, and the snakes suddenly redoubled their efforts, lunging at her, digging under her armour, breaking it in places as they attacked again and again... Under their continued assault, her armour began to break and crack, until it was dragged away piece by piece, as dozens of glistening red fangmarks were left on her body. Each kiss brought with it renewed pain and pleasure, the poison being fed into her killing her just as much as it gave her sonorous pleasure, that only a God was capable of giving. Gwyndolin continued to smile, delighting in the taste of her flesh, craving more.

 

Gwyndolin couldn't possibly be more delighted... He sat back on the silken sheets of his bed, the venomous fangs receding for a brief moment, and patted them gently. "You have earned the right to lay by my side, Chosen of the Darkmoon. Come and join Dark Sun Gwyndolin." He drew the sheets back slowly, letting her see pale, creamy thigh, more milky and delicate than the most pampered princess, before his skin began to change, turning green and scaled and eventually branching out into the mass of writhing, tentacle-like snakes that formed his ambulatory lower body. This was the body of her God, a luscious, damsel-like man-woman atop a den of deadly vipers.

 

Shaking visibly with the effort, she accepted his invitation even as her eyes crawled over every inch of his divine form. She felt as though she were violating his beauty with her eyes, but she just couldn't bare to look upon anything else. Sighing with appeasement, she took a seat beside him. As exotic as he might be, grotesque even by some standards, she harbored no indecision or fear about what was to come.

 

"My Lord... I would do anything for you... anything you might ask of me is yours..."

 

Climbing along the bed of snakes, she came to laze atop her master's pleasurable body, skin touching against skin in a way she could never have expected or hoped for... Laying atop those slithering, hungry snakes was so frightening it made her skin crawl, but when Gwyndolin's slender arms moved to touch her naked body, all sensations of fear would vanish. To be eaten alive by such a noble and just God would be nothing short of an honour and while the common muck might stick in his throat or sit uncomfortably in his belly, she was a woman who would truly give him the meal he deserved. How... how very wonderful to be given this blessing. Under that mask he always wore, the pinkest and most beautiful lips she'd ever seen were curled into a smile as he leaned forward and brushed them against her own. Time froze as the God kissed his slave.

 

Her body continued to tremble right up until the moment their lips met, then she went completely still, her wide eyes soon closing as she melted against his lips, kissing him eagerly despite the scorching pain, the wriggling mass of snakes, or the sin she was doubtlessly committing by throwing her mortal body at him. She would never understand what he might have seen in her but as long as he enjoyed her attention she was all too happy to give him everything she could. Her pulse was quick, her body warm and her virgin folds growing increasingly wet as time went on. She had taken a vow of chastity when she took him as her god and yet now it seemed as though all the carnal desires she had denied herself before now were threatening to overwhelm her at once. To her credit, she didn't orgasm so easily the time, but she wasn't far off either...

 

Gwyndolin laid back among the sheets, his perfect body resplendent before the mortal chattel, inviting her to climb on top of him. Surely this was worthy of an indictment of the highest order, but he coaxed her in towards him, letting the thick-hipped cutie straddle him. His divine fingers sunk into her flesh as he began to firmly push up inside of her, entering her lower body and drawing a hiss from both of them, even as those snakes slithered up her slender form, draping over her, coiling around her arms, legs and neck. Maya was trapped, her chance of survival seemed very low now, but how could she even focus on something so trivial as her life, when faced with the burning joy extending outwards from her pussy, consuming all of her in a blessed and divine fire.