Chapter 588: Last Chance to Kneel

Finally, that long-ass boring meeting was over.

Don't get me wrong, I love to see the humans squirm, their faces ashen with fear as we stripped them of their pride and their land. It was a beautiful thing.

But the talking... oh, the endless talking.

Borders, treaties, reparations. Mortals and their obsession with lines drawn on maps and words written on paper.

Now this... this was much better.

After all, I hadn't trusted them enough to rely on signatures alone.

The treaty had been written upon a magical binding contract I purchased from the Shop. An absurdly expensive one, but worth every last point. Once signed, the agreement became more than ink and parchment. It became law enforced by reality itself.

If they even think about breaking the treaty, a curse would befall their entire kingdom. A naughty curse that would make all their men have a little... 'performance' problem, for a month, followed by shrinking of their 'manhood' to the size of my pinky.

I call it 'Divine Erectile Dysfunction'.

Petty?

Absolutely.

Funny?

Unbelievably.

Sometimes the best deterrents weren't death.

Sometimes they were wounded pride.

With the treaty secured and the humans scurrying away with their tails between their legs, my focus shifted back to more... interesting matters.

My prisoners.

"Ahh~... Hggnn..."

The moment I teleported into one of the cells beneath the ruined fortress, the sweet sound of strained moans greeted me like music. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, fear, and unwilling arousal.

Perfect. They hadn't broken him completely. Just enough.

Gideon, the Grandmaster of the Holy Knights, the Lion of the Church's crusade, was a beautiful, tragic sight.

He was chained to the far wall, thick, runed manacles clamping his wrists and ankles, holding him spread-eagled in a standing X-shape. His magnificent, muscular body was slick with a sheen of sweat, every contour of his pectorals and abdomen defined in the torchlight. His head was bowed, his sweat-soaked blonde hair hanging over his eyes, hiding the shame and torment that surely burned within him.

Five succubi were attending to him, their lithe, demonic forms weaving around him like serpents.

One was whispering honeyed poison into his ear, her tail tracing patterns on his neck.

Another was licking the sweat from his abs.

The third and the fourth were kneeling before him, their tongues working in tandem on his shaft and balls while the fifth one was behind him busy with his hairy ass.

His massive cock, a pillar of mortal pride, stood rigid and angry, weeping precum, a perfect betrayal of his holy vows.

"Still fighting it, old man?" I purred, stepping closer until the heat of my body made him flinch. "How many times have you come since I left? Three? Four? Ten?"

Gideon flinched violently at the sound of my voice. His head snapped up, and I saw it in his eyes—the war. The desperate, losing battle between his iron faith and the traitorous pleasure that was rewriting his very soul.

"You... demon..." he gasped, his voice incredibly hoarse. "Mock me... all you want. The Light... will never... yield to your filth..."

"Oh, sweetie, the Light isn't the one yielding right now. Your body is," I chuckled, walking a slow, predatory circle around him. I reached out, letting one of my sharp, black-manicured fingernails trace a line down his trembling collarbone, trailing through the slick oil. "Look at you. Grandmaster Gideon. The unbreakable shield of Vandor. And you're about to pop because a few pretty girls are being so... attentive."

His entire body tensed, muscles cording as he tried to fight the rising tide. I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, in the desperate, whispered prayer that was barely audible.

"Uriel... forgive me... give me strength..."

"That's the problem, Gideon. Your goddess isn't listening," I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear, my voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Did you know that? Your precious Prince Alaric really cared about you and your men. I just signed a treaty with your precious kingdom. They're giving me land, they're freeing my people, and in return, they get you and your men back. Isn't that generous?"

He froze. His breath hitched.

"What...?" he managed, his eyes wide with a flicker of confusion cutting through the haze of lust.

"A treaty," I said, pulling back to meet his gaze, enjoying the dawning horror in his eyes. "The boy-prince is smart. He knows when he's beaten. He's signing away territory and titles to get his prized warhorses back."

"Unfortunately," I gestured vaguely at him and the other cells. "What he will get is 15,000 men who got their minds shattered and will never be able to pray again with a straight face. They already tasted the pleasure, and they can't go back. They are tainted. Corrupted. Useless to the church now."

"So I'm sending them back," I finished, a cruel smile stretching my lips. "I'm sending them all back. You included. Consider it my good deed for the century."

After we establish the new city and the tower, I bet most of the corrupted soldiers will join us for a chance to feel that pleasure once more. I mean, who could resist my daughters' 'blessings'?

"L-lies..." he choked out, but I could see the hope and terror warring in his expression.

"Believe what you want," I said, stepping right into his personal space. "But let's talk about us. You've been a very bad boy, resisting for so long. I admire the spirit, but it's getting tedious. I think it's time we stopped playing around."

I gestured to the succubi, who immediately ceased their ministrations, pulling away with pouts and whispers of disappointment. The sudden loss of contact made Gideon gasp, his body trembling with the abrupt cessation of stimulation.

"I'm going to offer you a choice, Gideon," I said, my crimson eyes locking with his defiant blue ones. "You can keep fighting. Keep praying to your silent goddess while my girls here break you down piece by piece until there's nothing left but a hollow shell that knows only my touch. Or..."

I reached down and removed my simple white dress, revealing my naked body in all its divine glory. The Valkyrie form had made me tall and powerful, but this was my true form, the one that dripped with raw, untamed sexuality and the promise of oblivion.

"Or," I whispered, placing a hand on my semi-erect cock, "you can kneel willingly. suck me, take all of me, and maybe I'll be merciful. Maybe I'll give you a day of peace before we begin again."

The offer hung between us, obscene and impossible.

Thick, semi-erect cock rising proudly between my thighs. It twitched under his stunned gaze, already thickening further at the sight of his broken pride. A bead of glistening pre-cum formed at the tip.

The succubi giggled softly in the shadows, their tails flicking with excitement as they waited for my command.

Gideon's eyes locked onto my cock like it was a serpent ready to strike. His face flushed crimson—part rage, part horrified fascination.

"You… you filthy abomination… I will never—"

"Never say never, Grandmaster," I interrupted, stroking myself slowly from base to tip. The motion made my shaft swell to full, intimidating size, veins pulsing along its length. "You've already betrayed your vows a dozen times today. What's one more? On your knees. Worship your new Goddess properly."

He strained against the manacles, chains rattling loudly, but the runes flared and sapped his strength. The succubi moved in again at my silent gesture—one of them pressing a clawed hand against his lower back to arch him forward slightly, another yanking his sweat-matted hair to force his head up.

I stepped right up to him, my heavy cock slapping against his cheek with a wet sound. The musky scent of my arousal filled the space between us.

"Open." My voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of absolute command.

His lips stayed stubbornly sealed, but his nostrils flared as he breathed me in. I could see the conflict tearing him apart—the prayers dying on his tongue, the way his own cock jerked hard at the humiliation.

'I didn't want to corrupt him completely,' I thought, 'just to break him.. but looking at him now...'

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and rubbed the leaking head of my cock across his lips, smearing them with pre-cum.

"Last chance, little lion," I murmured. "Or do you want me to get really creative? I could always invite your holy knights in here to watch. Show them how their Grandmaster really prays."

That did it. The last of his resistance crumbled with an audible, choked sob. His lips parted hesitantly, and I didn't waste the opportunity. I thrust inside, stretching him wide, sinking inch by inch into that warm, reluctant mouth.

"Mmph—! Glk!"

He gagged as I hit the back of his throat, tears streaming down his face now. The shame was a palpable thing, thick and suffocating.

"Suck," I commanded, my hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Use your tongue more. Worship it like you used to worship that silent bitch in the sky."

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