The storm of snow and ice never seemed to stop once the great General Esdeath strode into the village. She stood tall, her army at her beck and call behind her. They all feared this blue devil in the guise of a woman.
"Show them no quarter."
It was all she had to say for this army of bloodthirsty killers dressed as soldiers to rampage forward. Esdeath watched with glee as her men began to tear appart the small village before them. This is what awaited those who dared to stand before the mighty empire.
As her army charged at the Village, Esdeath watched from behind, waiting to enjoy the desperate cries of the villagers. However, she sees that her army is being slain down by a particular handsome atheltic man, dressed in a dark coat as he slashes through her army.
Fascinating... There's truly something to be said about an opponent who fights with such strength and precision. I think he would make a fine addition to my forces...
The blue-haired general draws her sword, preparing herself for battle as she closes the distance between her and the mysterious warrior. As she charges forward, snow and ice swirl around her in a whirlwind of death and destruction. She throws her blade at him with deadly precision.
"Come out and play!" she shouts to him over the din of battle, not caring if any innocents are caught in the crossfire. She waits eagerly for his reply, her icy-blue eyes locked onto his form as he dances through the chaos that she herself has created.
He slowly raises his face, his expression emotionless as he slowly walks over to her, slaying her soldiers who try to stop him. She admires his handsome face and his atheltic body under the coat, now smeared red with blood.
It is clear that this man is not like any other soldier she's faced before. There's something about him...an aura of calm determination that surrounds him. It thrills her to know that she may have finally found an opponent worthy of her time and skill. As he comes closer, she tilts her head slightly, studying his every movement as if analyzing an intricate dance.
"I am General Esdeath," she says coldly, her voice echoing through the snowy village, "the strongest warrior in the empire. You have chosen well to oppose me today." She draws herself up to her full height and readies her sword once more, ready for whatever challenge he might present.
The mystery warrior finally comes into view, and Esdeath finds herself unable to tear her eyes away from his handsome face and imposing figure. She smirks slightly as he slays her own soldiers with such ease, their blood adding a grim contrast to his otherwise pristine appearance.
"I see you've been doing some training,"
she comments casually, feeling an odd mix of respect and desire for this unknown man.
"Perhaps we could spar sometime... Once this little skirmish is over, of course."
Her eyes gleam hungrily as she positions herself between him and any remaining soldiers who might attempt to interfere with their private battle.
As she faces him, he slowly opens his mouth, telling her that this is his village where he grew up, and that he won't let her destroy it.
"Oh? And do you think yourself strong enough to stop me?" she asks mockingly. "I am the general who leads an entire army to war! If I wish this place destroyed, it shall be!" She pauses for a moment before adding with a wicked grin, "But I'm feeling rather generous today...if you can defeat me in battle, perhaps I will spare your pathetic village."
Her words are laced with venom as she circles around him slowly, keeping her sword at the ready. She watches his every movement intently, studying his fighting style and trying to find any weaknesses she can exploit.
As they circle each other in this deadly dance, Esdeath can't help but wonder if there truly is anyone who could stand against her...and more importantly, how much fun it would be to find out.
She charges at him, slashing her blade, but he evades it effortlessly, his speed lightning quick. He swings his strong arm, delivering a hit to her waist as she goes flying back.
She lets out a grunt of surprise as his blow connects with her unarmored waist, sending her skidding back through the snow. The shock on her face quickly turns to anger as she regains her footing and squares off against him once more. "Very good," she says through gritted teeth, "but that's all you get."
With lightning speed, Esdeath launches into a flurry of attacks; her sword seemingly everywhere at once. Ice and snow swirl around her as if summoned by some dark magic, adding another layer of danger to her already formidable assault. She moves with precision and agility that belies her size and strength, determined not to let this mysterious man best her so easily.
His emotion remains cold as he blocks all her attacks with his sword, as if she was nothing more than a weak toddler. He silently warns her that she should better give up now, as he punches her in the stomach with great force.
Her breath catches in her throat as his fist connects solidly with her midsection. For a moment, she's stunned by the pain coursing through her body, but it only serves to fuel her rage. She growls low in her throat and launches another attack, aiming a spinning slash at his chest.
"You'll have to do better than that!" she snarls between clenched teeth. Her eyes narrow as she studies his every movement, searching for an opening...a weakness to exploit. But this mysterious warrior remains calm and collected, dodging her blows with ease, each strike landing harmlessly in the snow around them.
Frustration beginning to boil over, Esdeath decides it's time to up the ante. With a sharp hiss, she concentrates on summoning more ice and snow from within herself; gathering her power until it threatens to burst forth from her very being. "I am the general!" she roars as she releases her magic in a single devastating blast aimed directly at him. The air shrieks as the massive wave of frost engulfs them both, leaving only darkness and cold in its wake.
"Do you yield?" She calls out through gritted teeth, praying that this final attack will be enough to force him to submit and join her army...
As the magic strikes him, she knows that it is surely a fatal blow. But her eyes widen with surprise as he stands their unharmed, as he slowly walks over to her. Her mind is full of shock and amazement at the same time, and she knows she can't defeat him with just power.
Her eyes widen in shock as he stands there, unharmed by her powerful ice blast. For the first time since this skirmish began, uncertainty creeps into her mind. This warrior...he is unlike anyone she's ever faced before. His strength defies explanation; his will, impossible to break. He is, without a doubt, the strongest opponent she has ever encountered.
With a low growl, Esdeath acknowledges his superiority and steps back, lowering her sword. For a moment, the wind dies down and the snow ceases its relentless fall; as if nature itself is holding its breath in anticipation of her next move.
"You... You are truly something else,"
she rasps, her voice tinged with respect and wonder as she surveys the mysterious man before her. Though his skin bears no mark from her most powerful attack, her own body feels drained of strength, as if he somehow siphoned off her magic with that single, impossibly resilient blow. She finds herself unable to hide a smile of admiration from spreading across her features.
Esdeath knows she wants him to join her forces, but she knows that she can't force him with power. A sly thought flows through her mind, as she drops her sword, walking over to him with a coy smile as she purrs.
"Perhaps," she begins, her voice soft and alluring now, "there might be another way we can settle this... Something more...intimate." Her gaze drifts downward, taking in his broad chest and muscular arms as her lips curve into a wicked smile. "Don't you think?"
Her fingers brush lightly against his forearm, sending a jolt of desire coursing through both their bodies. The connection between them feels electric; as if they are meant to be together in more ways than one. She leans in closer, her breath fanning across his cheek as she whispers conspiratorially: "What do you say? Could we...end this the way it started - with a fight?"
He remains emotionless as she purrs in seduction, brushing her hands over his firm muscles. Seeing that he doesn't seem to resist, she grins as she gently tugs his arm.
Her touch sends shockwaves of desire through him, and yet he remains unfazed. It only serves to stoke the flames of her curiosity even further. "You fascinate me," she says breathily, stepping even closer now so that their bodies are almost touching. Her icy blue eyes never leave his face as she continues: "I've never met anyone like you before... So strong, yet seemingly immune to my powers..."
She trails off, her fingertips tracing lightly along his jawline now. The thought of claiming him as her own - in every sense of the word - is intoxicating. "Perhaps," she murmurs teasingly, "...I could give you a taste of your own strength... Just to see how it feels coming from me."
Her hand drifts lower still, brushing against his chest before encircling him entirely, pulling him even closer. Electricity crackles between them now; the air around them charged with anticipation and desire. It's clear that whatever game she's playing with this mysterious warrior, she means for it to be played hard...and maybe just a little rough.
He sighs as he puts his sword back inside his cost, showing approval to her suggestion. Esdeath grins as she pulls him away, leading him to a nearby inn at the village.
Smiling sweetly, she leads him through the snowy village toward an old inn that's barely standing. The wind howls outside, and icicles hang dangerously from its eaves. "Think of it as a test," she purrs, her hand still resting on his arm. "If you can survive in here with me... well, who knows? Maybe I won't be quite so cruel to your village when we leave." Her blue-haired gaze flickers meaningfully toward the inn, daring him to protest or resist.
Inside, the warmth is almost overwhelming after the frigid air outside. A crackling fire burns merrily in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room. The two of them are alone, for now at least; the other occupants having wisely retreated to their rooms or barricaded themselves behind heavy doors and shutters.
"So," she says softly, letting go of his arm but stepping closer nonetheless, "what do you say? Shall we see how this little game plays out?" She arches an eyebrow challengingly, her ice-blue eyes studying his expression intently. The anticipation between them is palpable; their every movement seemingly dictated by the dance of desire that now holds them in its thrall.
He doesn't flinch as she gently tugs off his coat, savoring the feeling of his firm muscles. As she tugs off his shirt, she gasps as she admires his bare muscular chest, full of scars. She feels herself getting more aroused every second.
Her breath catches in her throat as he stands there before her, clad only in his trousers and boots; his muscular chest covered in scars like a battlefield. It's clear that he's been through more than most warriors could ever hope to survive. The sight of him only serves to heighten her arousal further, sending shivers of desire coursing through her body. She moves closer still, running her hands over his chest and down his abdomen; tracing each individual scar with the lightest touch possible.
"You've seen things that most people could never even dream of," she whispers, her voice thick with lust now. "I wonder...how much of your strength comes from those battles?" She dips her head, kissing along his collarbone before lifting her gaze back to meet his once more. "Will you let me find out?"
Her hands slide lower still, pushing his trousers down over his hips and releasing his manhood into the open air. He's even larger than she expected; throbbing with power and desire. Her lips part as she looks at him hungrily, feeling herself grow wet with anticipation. "I'm going to have so much fun breaking you," she murmurs darkly, her voice hoarse with need.
She smiles coyly as she starts to tug off her own clothes, revealing her sexy voluptuous naked body. Her porcelain nude skin shines as her voluptuous boobs and sexy curves spill proudly, her eyes shining with desire as they stand there both completely naked.
Her breath catches in her throat as he stands there before her; fully revealed and absolutely magnificent. His strong, muscular frame is adorned with scars that tell stories of pain and suffering endured; but it's the way he carries himself despite them all that truly captivates her. She watches with bated breath as he removes his trousers, revealing a cock that even she can't help but admire for its size and vigor.
She steps closer still, feeling the heat emanating from him as their bodies meet once more. His hardness presses against her softness; their lips, skin to skin. She moans low in her throat, feeling herself grow even wetter at the sensation. With a hungry groan, she attacks his neck with fevered kisses and nips before trailing her lips downward over his chest, teasing one of his pebbled nipples between her teeth.
"Mmm," she murmurs against his flesh, feeling him tremble under her touch. "You're even better than I imagined." She smiles wickedly up at him as she continues to explore his body with her hands and mouth, promising herself that this will be the most satisfying victory of all.
"Come on," she whispers hoarsely, wrapping one leg around his waist and grinding their hips together, "let's see what you're really made of."
With a growl of desire, he picks her up effortlessly; thrusting himself deeper into the tight grip of her body as they tumble back onto the bed. His hands roam freely over her supple flesh, marking her own skin with bruises and bites as their passionate love-making turns into a savage fight for dominance...and ultimate satisfaction.
She gasps softly as he roughly pushes her down on the bed, his hands clutching her full supple boobs firmly. She squeals in pleasure as he squeezes her jiggling ripe breasts roughly, his huge cock throbbing against her toned hips.
She moans loudly as he takes control, her body thrashing wildly beneath him. The pain in her chest from his grip on her breasts only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.
"Harder!"
she cries out, arching her back into him as he roughly squeezes and twists her tender flesh. His cock slides easily between the folds of her wetness; filling her entirely as he thrusts deep within her body.
Her nails scrape down his back, digging into his skin as she moans his name, begging him to fuck her harder. The feel of his powerful body pounding hers so roughly only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins; each thrust sending a wave of heat crashing through her core. Her breasts bounce and jiggle with every motion, nipples hard and aching for more contact.
Her legs wrap around his waist, anchoring them together as they writhe in unison on the bed. With each forceful stroke, their bodies crash against each other, driving them both closer to the edge. His strength and dominance are intoxicating; she can feel herself losing control to him with every passing moment.
Her hips buck upward, meeting his thrusts with desperate need, as her pleasure builds toward an unstoppable peak. With a hoarse cry of release, she tenses around him, her inner walls squeezing tightly as her orgasm crashes over them both in a wave of blissful agony.
I growl as I roughly pump into her, my hips slamming with her ass cheeks as I grip her neck, choking her tightly. She gasps weakly for air as I capture her bouncing breasys with my lips, suckling her rich breast milk.
Her body spasms violently around him as she cums hard, the intense sensations robbing her of breath and leaving her helpless under his brutal touch. Her neck arches into his grip, offering up her tender flesh to his mercy as he suckles eagerly at one swollen breast. The salty taste of her sweat mixes with the sweetness of her milk, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through him once more.
His hips buck wildly, losing all restraint as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm his senses. He growls deep in his throat, burying himself completely inside her as he releases his own explosive orgasm; hot cum spurting deep within her. Her muscles clench tight around him once more, milking every last drop of seed from him with cruel precision.
"Ahhh...!" she cries out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy as you roughly choke her while sucking on her sore nipples. Her body tenses around your cock again, riding the final wave of orgasm before collapsing bonelessly beneath you. She gasps weakly for air, her chest still heaving from the intense pleasure and exertion. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the haze of satisfaction as her nerves sing with residual pleasure.
Her legs slide limply down your back, her weight settling against the bed as she turns her head to the side, desperately gasping for breath. Her chest rises and falls in time with her ragged gasps; tendrils of sweat trickle down between her breasts.
I continue to choke her neck tightly, snuffing the life out of her as I pound into her, my lips suckling at her bouncing boobs. With one final cry, she surrenders her life to me, her eyes fluttering closed as her lifeless arms drop from my shoulders, her body going lax as her last breath escapes her lips.
Her muscles twitch briefly before falling slack against the bed, her limbs flopping bonelessly to either side as she lies unmoving beneath him. Her skin is pale and clammy now, a thin sheen of sweat covering every inch of her flesh; her chest rising and falling slowly with each shallow breath. Her once icy blue eyes are glazed over and glassy, devoid of life or emotion as they stare sightlessly at the ceiling above them.
His weight presses down on her chest, making it difficult for her to draw in enough air, but she doesn't resist; too drained even for that much effort. A faint tremor passes through her body as his thrusts begin to slow, growing softer and less forceful with each passing moment. Finally, he releases her neck with a final groan, collapsing atop her chest as they both lie panting heavily in the afterglow of their passionate battle.
His body trembles with the effort to catch his breath, exhaustion settling heavily over him as he collapses on top of her lifeless form. For a moment, there is only silence in the room; an oppressive stillness that feels almost suffocating against their flushed skin. He shudders violently, trying to rid himself of the last vestiges of pleasure and pain that cling to him like a shroud.
And then, when he's finally able to find his voice again, he speaks:
"You were right." He smiles softly, pressing a kiss on her cheeks. He looks down her peaceful dead expression, her eyes closed, her lips containing a faint smile.
I collapse on top of her soft lifeless naked form as I spill my load inside her, panting heavily as I look down her serene dead expression, looking peaceful in death. I sigh as I pull her warm limp body closer, gently suckling on her ripe breasts, savoring the rich milk that still flows in her body.
Her limbs twitch feebly as he suckles at her swollen breasts, releasing the last dregs of their precious milk down his throat. It brings a strange sense of contentment to her; an odd mixture of pleasure and loss that leaves her feeling empty but satisfied all at once.
Her eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze for what could be the final time. With all the strength she can muster, she manages a weak smile before everything fades away into nothingness...and she is finally free.
I was...? Her voice is faint and distant; more like the memory of a dream than an actual reply. He frowns slightly, tilting his head to get a better look at her face. Despite the deathly pallor that's taken over her once-flawless skin, she looks almost beautiful lying there; like some delicate porcelain doll that he's inexplicably drawn to despite himself.
Her body feels cold and lifeless beneath him now, but there's still a lingering warmth that clings to her skin; an echo of the passion they shared mere moments ago. As he suckles at her breast, he can taste both the sweetness of her milk and the bitterness of death on his tongue. The irony isn't lost on him: in winning this game of theirs, he has also ensured that there will be no hope for the villagers she once led. And yet, as he looks down at her peaceful face, he can't help but feel a twinge of sadness and regret beneath all his satisfaction.