Her melodious voice soothed me. "The one, my lady, at your service." I craned my neck to look up at her.
Her eyes were deep pools of the bluest blue as they regarded me. "You are said to be the bravest warrior who ever set foot on Orasis. They say your enemies shake in their shoes at the mere mention of your name?"
"That is said to be true," I acknowledged, adding, "My lady."
"You know who I am?"
"You are the goddess Vaelora," I stated, "and I am your humble servant."
Her smile intensified, a haughty eyebrow arched gracefully, "Something tells me you are anything but humble, Vardor."
The way she said my name made me crave her crying it out in the throes of pleasure while I thrust into her. I despised myself for my dirty thoughts of this divine goddess in front of me, but I couldn't help it. My cock ached in my leather pants to be sheathed in her hot sex.
"I'm sorry, my lady..." The words slipped from my lips, hollow and inadequate. What could I possibly say to a goddess? To a being who could unmake me with a glance?
I was a warlord, the mightiest of them all. Cities burned at my command; armies trembled beneath my banner. My name alone struck fear into the hearts of men, and yet in her presence, I was nothing but a fool—stripped of power, stripped of words.
A conqueror, brought to his knees.
A man who had commanded thousands now as tongue-tied and desperate as a youth about to taste his first forbidden pleasure.
"You don't ever have to be sorry," she purred and lowered herself to her haunches until she had to look up at me. There was something so wrong with this picture, so arousing, my balls contracted.
She licked her lips, making them glisten in the moonlight, raising my desire for her to unprecedented levels. It took all my willpower not to move, not to tackle her, not to claim those incredible lips of hers.
She tilted her head, "You want me."
"I..." my voice was nothing but a rasping breath.
"Tell me, mighty warrior," her slender arm moved up and forward, bracelets jingled like her anklets at her movement. She moved straight for my cock, languidly stroking its outline through my breeches. "Is your sword as hard and ready as this?"Her other hand indicated my bronze sword, still crossed over my chest.
"My lady?" Ah fuck. Had she been anyone else. Anyone besides a goddess, she would have found herself on her back with her legs spread wide underneath me. But she was a goddess, and I didn't dare move.
"What would you do to me, if I weren't a goddess?" she asked in a sultry voice, as precum leaked from my cock and sweat dribbled in droplets down my back.
A warlord had no use for the honeyed deceit of palace tongues. I wasn't ashamed of it, never had been. But for her, I wished I could offer words as smooth as flowing water, something worthy of a goddess.
It didn't matter. Words were not what she wanted.
Surprise may have stolen my breath for a moment, but I was not a man easily shaken. I knew when a woman desired me. And as impossible as it seemed, Vaelora—divine, untouchable Vaelora—wanted me.
And I was brazen enough to take what was offered.
I tossed my sword aside, gripped the fine material of her dress, and ripped it wide open in the center.
"I would kiss those lips of yours," I told her while pulling her into my arms, "I would knead those breasts of yours and suck your nipples until you plead for mercy. Then I would dive between your legs and taste your sweet ambrosia until you quivered underneath me, begging me to take you. Only then would I fuck you until you cried my name in never before known bliss."
She shuddered against my chest, her arms crossed behind my neck. "You sound very convinced you can do all this."
"Try me," I dared.
"Well warrior, take me, and we will see." She pulled my earlobe between her lips. Teeth nipped at it, making me groan."Or maybe, we will just shorten this," she pushed against me until I sat on my haunches, then straddled me. Her hands moved from my neck to my pants, undoing the fastenings and pulling out the leather cord. The moment her hands encircled my cock, I knew I was lost. From then on until eternity, I was hers.
She sat down on my cock and sheathed it all the way into her perfect, warm, wet pussy. I grabbed her by her hips just like I had imagined earlier and raised and lowered her up and down my shaft, relishing in her warmth. Her body shuddered under my hands, her head fell back, and her back arched. I leaned forward and grabbed one of her nipples with my lips, sucking it into my mouth. Her mewls of pleasure drove me near the brink of insanity. My balls felt like they were on fire, constricting with the need to push my seed into her.
It took all my control to restrain myself from coming. Years of battle experience, mind over matter, won out. I jerked up and down in sync with my hands moving her. Her form began to glow like the moon. A golden light spilled over her, encompassing me. It felt like hundreds of thousands of needles pricking me all over my skin, but the pain was worth the bliss of driving into her pussy.
I thought she was giving me the greatest gift a goddess could bestow on a mortal man, right until she cried my name in her throes of passion.
