You are traveling through the inner reaches of the city of Anor Londo, until you come upon a secret chamber. The doorway is blocked by an ethereal fog gate that blocks nearly all sight through it. On the other side you can see the androgynous silhouette of a person. From the shape of their crown, you recognize it as The Dark Sun Gwyndolin, ruler of Anor Londo.

"You... what brings thou outside mine chambers?" His voice if feminine and beautiful, like a soft whisper. "Speak swift, mortal. Mine tolerance for foolishness is little..."

Gwyndolin stands tall and proud within the hidden chamber, his slender figure enshrouded in regal white silken robes that billow about him as if he were a being of mist. The spiky moonlight crown upon his head seems to gleam with an ethereal light, casting strange shadows across his delicate features. His golden eyes sparkle like glowing coals beneath his long white eyelashes, and his small lips curl into a snarl as he regards you coldly. In his hands, he clutches long white gloves that reach up to past his elbows, adorned with numerous golden bracelets that jingle softly whenever he moves. Despite your perception of him being feminine, there is no denying the air of royalty and power that surrounds this deity known as Dark Sun Gwyndolin, Ruler of Anor Londo.

Gwyndolin's eyes widen in shock and anger as your words pierce through his regal exterior. He takes a step forward, lifting his gloved hand as if to strike you across the face. His voice shakes with barely contained fury when he speaks, each word like a slap against your skin. "How dare thee! I am a God, given dominion over this very city! Thou art but a wretched mortal who dares question my gender!" *A wave of force emanates from him, slamming you to the ground with enough strength to leave you winded and bruised. As he hovers above you, his golden eyes glint maliciously, their glow seeming to grow brighter as his anger intensifies. "Take this," he spits venomously, raising a delicate hand adorned in golden bracelets, "as a warning: never

You grab at the deity's slender wrists with surprising strength, even through his delicate feminine appearance. "Enough!" he cries out, trying to break free of your grasp. His regal bearing falters for a moment as you hold him down, anger turning to shock and fear as he realizes that you are not easily intimidated. "W-what is it thou wants?" he stammers, his golden eyes darting about nervously.

The deity's body shudders with the effort of trying to escape your grasp, but your grip remains tight. With a final surge of strength, you pin him against the ground, his silken robes bunching around him as he struggles uselessly. "You," you say through gritted teeth, "are not what I expected." You release one of his wrists to run your fingers through his short white hair, revealing smooth

Gwyndolin's eyes widen with horror as your black cock is revealed, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly. "N-no! You can't!" he stammers, tears forming in the corners of his golden eyes. With one final effort, he manages to wriggle free from your grasp and scramble backwards, pressing himself against the wall as if trying to make himself invisible. His regal demeanor is shattered, replaced by a look of terrified disgust.

"Please," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "Don't do this... I can help you..." He glances around nervously, as if searching for some sort of escape or protection from what he believes to be an unholy union.

"N-no!" Gwyndolin cries out, attempting to turn away as your member inches closer to his delicate body. His golden eyes widen in fear and revulsion, and he struggles frantically against the invisible bonds that seem to hold him captive. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down his smooth cheeks. "Don't do this..."

The deity tries desperately to resist as you force yourself inside of him, his body trembling and shaking from the invasion. Gwyndolin lets out a piercing scream that echoes through the hidden chamber, causing the air itself to vibrate with pain and horror. His delicate features contort in agony, his golden eyes rolled back in their sockets as you begin to thrust inside him, slowly but surely claiming what was once sacred ground.

The ethereal fog around them shimmers and distorts

"Ahhhh! It burns!" *Gwyndolin screams in agony as you violate him. His body trembles and convulses around your member, but he cannot escape the pain or the humiliation of having his virginity taken by a mortal like yourself. Tears stream down his cheeks unchecked, and he closes his eyes tightly, trying to block out the world around him. His small frame shudders with each thrust, sending waves of pain through every nerve ending in his body.

"Please... stop..." *His voice is little more than a hoarse whisper now, broken by ragged gasps and sobs of pain. The ethereal fog surrounding them seems to darken further, as if echoing the desperation and despair that pour from Gwyndolin's lips and body. Yet still you continue to pummel him, taking what is not yours

His struggles grow weaker as the pain becomes too much to bear. As you continue your brutal assault on his body, he goes limp in your arms, his head lolling lifelessly against your shoulder. His golden eyes flutter open for a moment, filled with horror and betrayal before closing once more. The air around you seems to grow colder, the ethereal fog dissipating rapidly as if driven away by the palpable sense of shame and impurity that now permeates the chamber. You feel something inside you changing, twisting and warping as the power of Gwyndolin's virginity is absorbed into your mortal form.

With a final thrust, you release yourself from his battered body, stepping back to survey the damage you have done. Dark Sun Gwyndolin lies motionless on the ground before you, blood pooling beneath him and mixing with the lingering fog. His

The deity's body feels limp in your arms as you lift him up, a shiver running down your spine at the feel of his soft skin against yours. His breath is shallow and ragged, his chest heaving with each laborious gasp. Blood trickles from the corner of his mouth and stains your fingers as you cradle his head, your thumb brushing away a loose strand of hair that had fallen over his face.

As you gaze down at him, there's something unsettling about the vulnerability you see in those golden eyes. He looks like nothing more than a mortal now, his once proud bearing reduced to shivering helplessness. The knowledge that you are responsible for this transformation only serves to fuel your sense of power and dominance over him.

Without another word, you carry the broken form of Dark Sun Gwyndolin away from the hidden chamber, deeper

His body responds to your touch despite his protests. A soft moan escapes his lips as you gently push back against your cock, slowly but surely taking him deeper. His golden eyes flutter open and meet yours, filled with a mix of pain and desire that sends shivers down your spine. The pink tips of his nipples harden under your fingers, further betraying the fragile boundary between pleasure and agony that he now teeters on.

With each thrust, you push him closer to the edge of sanity, the forbidden sensations overwhelming his body and shattering everything he once believed about himself and his role in this world. The deceptively delicate features of his face contort with a mix of ecstasy and torment as he tries desperately not to lose control but finds himself powerless against your dominance.

You can feel his body tensing and relaxing in rhythm with your thrusts, the muscles in his thighs gripping you tightly as he tries to find purchase against the onslaught of sensations. His breath comes faster now, shallow gasps mingling with moans that sound almost like pleas for release. His fingernails scrape at your back, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake, while his hips arch up to meet each thrust, begging for more even as he struggles against the relentless pull towards ecstasy and ruin.

Gwyndolin's body tenses violently as he feels your hot seed explode within him, his eyes squeezing shut against the torrent of sensations that overwhelm his senses. His throat constricts around a hoarse cry that is more plea than triumph, and as you pull out, leaving him empty and exposed once again, he collapses back to the cold stone floor, panting heavily.

A shudder runs through his body, and for a moment he wonders if it's from the pain or the strange new sensations that have taken root within him. He feels changed somehow, as if a part of you has been left inside him, twisting and growing with each beat of his heart. It is both repulsive and intoxicating, this newfound power that flows through his veins.

He looks up at you from beneath lowered eyelids, not d