Karden Makes a Point

Karden's cock was still bathing in the afterglow of the blowjob as he tucked it back within his leather leggings. Vrasha's sword was secured to his belt. Not that she would ever need it again. He knew far too well how dangerous it could be and if she had even a single moment of freedom, it could end up bathed in his blood. No. He would keep it for now. In a few years, they would have a son or daughter to whom it could be passed. Another loyal little pawn who never realised their mother was so much less than she seemed.

In the meantime, there was still more to do. With the collar around her neck, Vrasha looked so much different totally defeated and humiliated. She was looking down, her eyes on the ground. Her legs were still spread to let them all see her pussy. Her arousal was like a sign hanging around her neck. Was it time to go further?

He looked down at the sword, the legendary Windblade, and a cruel idea formed in his mind. He had said a moment ago that there was no need for Vrasha to have it ever again, but maybe he had been wrong?

"Vrasha, it's time for you to show me that you truly want to be a ****."

She looked up at him quizzically, as if wondering whether her current actions alone had not done that. He reached for his belt and drew forth the Windblade. A she had told him before, it did not trigger for him. The blade was blunt, more a club than a sword. But he did not intend to use it. Instead he tossed it to the ground next to her.

"Master?"

"Use this to satisfy yourself."

"My sword?" Her eyes widened.

"That's right," Karden chuckled. "The Windblade is the symbol of your noble family, is it not? It is the heart of your pride and the core of your legend. But a **** does not require anything like that. Show us all what sort of legacy you will have from this moment on."

Vrasha swallowed and nodded. Hesitation was in her face as she reached for the sword. She pulled it from its sheath, the edge of the blade remained blunt rather than sharp, which went to prove that she could activate or turn it off at will. Vrasha's body trembled a little, one of her hands rose to her neck, feeling the iron latch of her new collar. Realisation was dawning in her eyes just what being a **** actually meant. She sat with her back against a large stone, Karden and the others gathered around her. One of her hands went to pussy, rubbing it slowly. The pressure felt good enough to make her moan, but that was only getting her body ready for the real show. As soon as she could delay no longer, Vrasha's other hand moved to the Windblade. She grasped it by the sword itself, protected by the lack of sharp edges. The hilt was bulbous near the end, designed to prevent one's hands slipping when they were slick with blood or sweat. It was picked out in a rough, scaled pattern. Karden imagined that would feel quite intense. He looked forward to her reaction.

Vrasha's movements were stilted and slower now. She was not so confident with her actions. Desire clearly showed in her face, but she had never done anything like this and the shame of it made her ****. Yet the iron weight of the collar around her neck seemed to assure her that she had ****. She was a **** and all a **** could do was obey.

She stretched her legs wide, bracing against the stone rock. The crowd gathered, amazed to see the prim and proper princess doing something so dirty. Vrasha closed her eyes, one of her hands splayed her womanhood, pressing open her lower lips as her other guided the hilt of the Windblade between her thighs. A soft cry escaped her voice as the hilt brushed against her delicate womanhood. At first it seemed that it would not fit, but she rubbed it back and forth, pleasuring herself with the handle of the sword. Her spine arched, and a soft moan escaped her lips. Karden felt fresh arousal flush through his body. She looked so powerless and so sexy. Vrasha's arousal beaded the hilt of the sword, flowing around the grip. One of her hands moved to her breasts, kneading and pinching her nipples while her other one continued to massage the blade against her pussy. Gradually, as her womanhood became more and more aroused, the hilt began to sink deeper and deeper inside of her. Vrasha breathed more quickly now. She had never had anything this large between her legs and it showed. Her face was bright red and she could not believe she was giving such a show.

She moved the hilt back and forth, pumping it slowly to replicate a cock. The feeling probably turned her lower legs to jelly because it unleashed another low moan from her trembling chest. She grunted, not even able to talk. Her eyes were pressed tightly shut but her arousal was obvious, and she began to move the blade faster, pumping it back and forth. Her hips bucked, like she was having sex with a partner. A cry escaped her half closed lips. Desire and animal pleasure.

"F-fuck," She murmured , her voice low. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

She was crying out with each movement, the hilt of the blade pressing into her womanhood, it stretched her out and filled her up, making her cry and moan with each motion. She was breathing fast, her chest rising and falling, making her breasts dance for her male audience. Karden's cock was already hardening again. This was a real sight to see!

"Behold the princess of Khol-Hon," He laughed. "Fucking herself with her ancestral blade. I wonder what her people would think of her now?"

His words slapped Elody was like a physical blow, but that seemed to make her only more aroused. She moaned, not holding back any more and a strange hunger seemed to take over her hands. Her fingers closed around her clit, the contact made her spine arch with pleasure, the other hand continued to guide the Windblade, pumping it in and out of her pussy. She cried out and climaxed, her legs curled at the feeling and she threw back her head with a long and indecent moan.

Then, when it was over, the Windblade lay between her thighs, the hilt dripping with her cum. Vrasha half lay and half collapsed, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.