Chapter 2: A Broken Vow Redeemed

Night in Volkenon wasn’t much different from daytime. The darkness of the infernal caverns left the raging flames and lava flow as the only light source, and in the halls thereabouts, the blue lanterns hanging from the ceiling. But this night was different.

Gwendolyn was seated in back upon a phoenix rider. After the Vulcans had their fun with her, she had been made to disrobe out of her armor. At that point, too weak to resist, she let them touch all over her, relished in the feeling of becoming naked before her new lovers, hoping they would ravage her as much as they wanted. But in the buff with both of them, hoping to be used, instead they brought out her wedding clothes.

But nothing quite like any wedding before. She wore a white miniskirt that clung to her shapely behind, it was so sheer so that you could see her skin underneath. As well she sported a pair of long white gloves, with blue leggings and a pair of white high heeled boots as well, the perfect mix of style and allure, as well as two golden frills on the sides of her miniskirt. If it weren’t for her current captivity, she might have found it fun to wear around lover, that dark knight.

But her torso was bare naked. Her hair was left untouched too, and wearing her crown that symbolized her status as a princess of Ragnanival, it felt like just another weight from her father’s machinations. Without her magic valkyrie armor, she was bereft of her wings, the one key that might allow her to escape. Having been denied anymore loving touches and too proud to beg for more, Gwendolyn’s sanity slowly returned to her and the reality of her situation hit her hard. As she left that room with the Vulcans, she had made to reach for her Psypher. But her new handmaidens were moving her fast and then she was out of that chamber altogether where the phoenix rider waited for her.

Amidst the towers wreathed in flame, the denizens of the lava pits were all gathered to watch. The volcanoids, the salamanders, and the fire spirits were all clustered together, roaring and cheering. Gwendolyn felt their hooting and hollering and moved her arms over her naked breasts. But in that searing heat and her body still under the influence of that potion, she was filled with a perverted sense of desire at the lewd cries from her audience.

Something in her tingled at all the hollering. Under her arms, her nipples were so hard, and away from the strict regimentation of Nebulapolis and the valkyries, there was a growing sense of wanting to bare her breasts before them, to let them all see it and bathe in the attention. The heated air of Volkenon felt so good on her skin and there was a deep desire to feel that same warmth in her tits. But she knew such thoughts were inappropriate, not fitting for valkyrie, let alone a princess, and certainly not given her current predicament. Gwendolyn would not give that side of her any heed.

Flying past the rest of the kingdom, the firebird set down in the grand hall of the palace. The same types were assembled around her, along with other Vulcans. Before her was a closed gate. As Gwendolyn looked about her, she was able to take in just how few humanoids were around her. Indeed the only thing resembling actual people were the Vulcans and the driver of the phoenix rider herself.

What kind of man is Onyx?

She didn’t have much time to ruminate on that thought. Not when the gate was opened wide before her and she was made to move forward. On the other side was a wide open area of cliffs and streams of flame under a night sky coated in smoke and falling flares, but unbeknownst to her, this was where Onyx had been birthed into Erion, a being of pure fire. Here was where her wedding was to be held.

Indeed the king was waiting for her. The dead newborn dragon Leventhan lay at his side. Contrary to his great boast earlier, he was nowhere near as triumphant as he had made to appear, he was breathing hard and there were claw marks on his naked chiseled torso. But he still stood tall, smiling with happiness at the sight of her nudity. Her white wedding dress complimented her perfectly, the blue stockings going so well with everything, and for reasons known only to himself, he smiled at the golden frills on the side of the skirt.

“Welcome princess! Did you find the services of my handmaidens to your satisfaction?”

Her face was hit with a storm of red in the golden glow but she said nothing.

He continued. “After I slew the beast, I took the crown that adorned it’s head. And breaking it apart, I reforged it into these in the fires of Volkenon!” He held up two golden pins, they were small yet had spikes on both ends, for him to make these on his own. “These will be the symbols of your new royalty.”

“What...?” she said, at a loss.

“My sisters are denied the right to bear their chests as a symbol of their service. But as my queen, you are granted that right. And to symbolize your new oath to me, you will bear them with pride.”

She knew what he meant. “You can’t mean...”

His smile broadened and advanced so that he was only inches away from her. She could feel the heat of his naked torso on her skin, and it exhilarated her. That need for pleasing her father had never went away even after wedded to someone as good as Oswald “Yes I do! I think you will find them a far more fitting sign of love for our wedding than the ring Titrel.”

She was hit with a wave of shame remembering Oswald. And she felt trepidation on what lay in store for her. He held her chin so she was forced to regard him. “I know a valkyrie in the service of King Odin has endured worse things. And of all the things my sisters did to you, I know they left you unspoiled.” His great hands massaged her naked teats, and she gasped, her body had been aching for stimulation since parting with the Vulcans and now she was having it. He continued to grope her, and it was only in seconds that her nipples got stiff, protruding out.

“I-Inferno King, please...!” She tried to control herself, from letting her voice be wracked with excitement.

“No more of that,” he said, inching closer. “From now on, you will call me Onyx.”

Before she could say anything, he kissed her. He was forceful from the beginning, pushing her lips open with his mouth, but she also knew that she opened her mouth on her own to accommodate him easier than she would have liked. Just like the Vulcans, he was very passionate. But ever since she arrived here, none of them had been as vigorous with their touches as he had. They had only teased her while he was more than ready to molest her flesh as he saw fit.

Already in a compromising situation, the fertility potion’s effects was strong inside of Gwendolyn. She found herself returning his passion with her own before she even knew it, it was like her body was on autopilot. As that was going on, he had taken her nipples in between his fingers and probed them with his fingers. Each second her flesh became more and more excited.

She was finally within his power. He had held her captive once under a sleeping spell. But she would not stir to his control, would not love him as he had desired. Upon hearing that all three of the wise men had perished in various ways, he ventured to the netherworld. Even the dead trembled at his fiery presence, for his infernal shadow and the icy reaches of Odette’s claw were both enough to serve as triggers to armageddon. There he found the remnants of the three wise men.

They were so desperate to escape. Onyx’s power was enough to make the queen pause, he was in a position to threaten her and get away with it and she knew it. He had come seeking knowledge and they were more mercenary and deceitful than Odin herself. He promised them freedom if they could help him make a potion to make someone’s flesh crave the touch of a man, anyone, just to have that satisfaction. In their current situation and having succeeded with the Darkova spell long ago, they were all too happy to cooperate and tell him how to craft it...

For all his shortcomings, he was a man of honor. But these wizards were not men of honor, let alone men anymore and reviled in the world of their living for their treachery and in their current pathetic state, they would seek asylum with him. From this netherworld of ice to his underworld of fire. To that offer, he told Odette that if they were lying to him that he would return and grant them further torment than she could offer, and the queen of the dead laughed merrily at that idea. But while they were not pleased to remain in the realm of the dead, they did take much delight at having given him that knowledge. As soon as they had talked, they had heard him muttered Gwendolyn’s name. They may have been consigned to eternal torment in the netherworld, but through this man, Odin’s daughter would not be safe from their tricks.

Onyx left Endelphia very happy himself. He went to painstaking measures to concoct the wise men’s brew. The resulting brew was a potion not even the prophecies could have ever predicted. The scent alone had driven his Vulcan sisters wild with lust and they were fornicating on the floor on the spot.

Gwendolyn was much the same way now. He could feel her trying to resist the effects that had come over her, to maintain some stately warrior’s dignity, her royal pride, she wasn’t giving her all. But she was affected, she would not behave this way otherwise. More than any power from this potion, it was Gwendolyn’s own submissive nature, something she had concealed from everyone else that drove these new feelings raging in her heart.

Gwendolyn winced when she felt a stinging sensation in her nipples. She already knew what it was, Onyx’s hands ardently pinned them with the mark of his queen, but in her current situation and enraptured with desire beyond her control, she barely registered the pain, and then phozons floated in the air, the latent power within Levanthan’s crown and healed what little wound there was. The life energy active, her breasts shuddered with the sensation, they might as well have gathered around one of the many fruit crops she had planted in her journeys. That perfect mix of pleasure and pain, all it did was awaken another kinky want inside her flesh.

And another too. While they were sharing their wedding kiss, he moved one of his hands down her bare flat stomach, chiseled and perfect in a way that Mercedes and Velvet could only have wished for, and admired her physique. It tickled something inside her to have him venerate her in that way.

But he wanted something else. Moving lower, he moved his hand down the miniskirt and found her pubic mound, totally naked. He moved his hand upward, running his fingers through her white hairs, perfectly groomed and trimmed as befitting a princess. The feeling of his fingers that close to her vagina, Gwendolyn was reminded of how the Vulcans had played with her, but with him touching her bare skin, she was so much more sensitive. He could feel it too, could feel her shaking, but not with fear.

“You must run!” shouted the bird, that voice always seemed to be mocking her in the past and now it was screaming at her, begging her. But a man’s tongue stirring deeply in her mouth awakened a passion that no matter what the wrongness of her current situation was felt so very right as opposed to her perverted and sheer longing with the two Vulcans toying with her, her nipples were hard and pierced with his wedding gift and now he was touching her naked flesh where those two women had only teased her. Each second he played with her hair down there, a part of her longed to feel him inside her.

He would grant her that wish. Onyx slipped his digits into her moist vagina. Gwendolyn had to throw her head back to cry out from the newness of that feeling, the Vulcans had teased her but the king was touching directly inside of her. His eyes were focused on her face like a predator and he tightly locked his hand with hers while he continued to poke inside her.

Gwendolyn uttered a helpless wail when Onyx poked deeper inside her wet folds. The feeling was exquisite and no little bird would be able to tell her otherwise. But he had a reason for being happy too, he had found her sacred maidenhood, untouched by any man and in the many rough and tumble throwdowns she had squared off in. More than Oswald’s surrender and having her at his mercy, he knew that for this reason this day would be marked in her forever.

He pressed his fingers in deeper and she would have fallen if not for his hand locked over hers. He felt her hymen pierced, he felt the quivering in her vagina, and knew that this act of violation had brought her to climax. Watching her squirm, she looked nothing like a warrior in King Odin’s court.

He swiftly withdrew his fingers. Looking at them dripping in that sacred red elixir, he sucked on them, tasting her innocence. At that point Gwendolyn was struggling to stand. She faintly looked up at him in a mix of confusion and hesitation.

Onyx kissed her again. Gwendolyn could not begin to resist, body and mind she was defeated. She could taste the remnants of her hymen on his tongue, and passionately flicked her tongue back on his in a mix of shame and masochistic want. Before she knew it, she was moving herself forward on him. Her naked breasts and pierced nipples up on his muscular chest.

That was all the signal he needed. When he parted lips with her, there was a thin line of spit between their tongues. She was unable to look away from him, her mind had fallen fully under the potion’s spell. There was only one thing she wanted now.

“Come my queen,” he cooed. “It is time for our nuptials.”

“Yes...” she said. He dropped his pants on the spot, baring his erect cock before her. Gwendolyn gasped upon glimpsing it, it was the first time she had laid eyes on a penis for real. She was so amazed by it that she had forgotten all about the piercings in her nipples and how her innocence was taken away minutes earlier. All she could look at was it.

Taking her wrist, he moved her hand to his pecker. She was transfixed by it, the shape and thickness of it on her hand and how hot it was too. She even looked a little intimidated by it.

Still holding her wrist, he cupped her face. “Touch it. I know my sisters gave you some practice.”

Gwendolyn only nodded her head. She ran her fingers over the head, and slowly began moving her grip back and forth over the shaft. Onyx groaned feeling his lady’s hands on his member, but more than that the gloves she wore were exquisitely soft on his skin. In tandem with how nervous her touches were, no stranger to women himself he was getting very excited.

She couldn’t believe she was touching this lewd thing. It was so big and hard in her hands, the frenzied excitement she felt with the two Vulcans was nothing compared to the mix between innocence and eagerness she felt now, a desire far more potent than the wild libido stoked by the fertility potion. Amidst the natural heat of that terrain, the hot flesh and lusty smell of his manhood was becoming more apparent than that.

“Prove yourself my love.”

Gwendolyn got down on her knees without a second thought. The gravely floor would have chafed her legs if not for the leather boots she wore. After eating pussy, she still couldn’t believe she was looking this close at a penis. Tonight was an evening of many new things.

Sticking her tongue out, she licked him for the first time. The taste was far stronger than the Vulcans’ nether regions by far, eating pussy was just something she had been subjected to, much like that little bird asking her to be disobedient to her father. But down on her knees with a real dick, that spoke to her instincts.

She continued her fellatio. At first she gingerly licked the opening of the head and around it. Each lick, her heart beat faster and with every passing second, she wanted more of it. It wasn’t long before she had taken the head wholly into her mouth.

Onyx had better fellatio in the past. But that was not what intrigued him right now. Watching Gwendolyn suck a dick for the first time was such a precious moment, and he knew that she was learning in real time on him. It wasn’t long before she was bobbing her head back and forth.

She was barely sucking off the shaft. And yet for her to get this bold with no real command from him beyond to service her king, there was a marked change in her mood. Even with this sloppy level of cocksucking, it was clear that she was fast adjusting to becoming his.