AGG: Rise: A Blade's Eve (Patreon)

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Commissioned by Ichypa

Word Count: 2042

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Occisor could only wait with bated breath as her Master approached. Her Master had every reason to hate her. The Sword of The Morning had dared to think about raising edge to something that made him happy, and the only recompense she could offer was only herself, which he already had. Though she presented herself shamefully to him, wearing only a ribbon which fell between valleys of her breasts and completely uncovered, she would utter no complaint if he saw fit to order her to end her own life. 

So, naturally, Primi Sanguinis Occisor was surprised as she found her lips pressing against her Master’s.

“Very well, then. I will take all of you tonight, Primi.” Occisor could only gasp breathlessly against her Master’s lips as he spoke her first name. She could barely think has his hands, which had seen her cut through reality itself, began to trace her form. The Sword of the Morning whimpered as her Master’s familiar hands took hold of her in ways unfamiliar. She saw spots in her vision, stars which framed her Master’s smiling face, when he withdrew his lips from her own. “You will be mine, all mine, now and forever.”

Occisor shivered beneath her Master’s gaze as he divested himself of his clothes. As her Master revealed his own form, composed of taut skin over corded muscle, she shivered beneath his gaze. She’d taken the attributes of Lucifer’s lover, Lillith, as much as she’d been able. From her pale, flawless skin, to the swells and valleys of her body, she was aware of her visage being a mirror image of the very sin of Lust. Lacking hair beneath her neck, with ample, soft hips and breasts, and a toned body throughout her impossibly slender frame, Occisor had crafted herself to be both beautiful and appealing to her Master’s eye. 

Still, she felt herself flush, as her Master looked upon her brazenly and unceasingly with eyes that seemed to drink in the sight of her.

“T-this one is unworthy of making a request… but, might this one ask Master to stare less harshly?” Meekly, without any of her typical pride and zealotry, Occisor made her request with a face and neck flushed scarlet. The Sword of the Morning resisted the urge to cover her body, but she felt her legs cross unbidden, and couldn’t look upon her Master’s face. Embarrassment was claiming her.  “This one feels unbecoming beneath Master’s stare.”

Occisor flinched as her Master’s hand neared her cheek. Fear arose within her, accompanied by a flood of admonishments ready to surge through the whole of her mind. How could she say such a thing to her Master, when she’d proclaimed her Master could do anything to her? She deserved to be struck and silenced by a firm hand.

However, instead, she found her Master’s hand rest upon her cheek and press against her until she looked into her Master’s eyes. Her Master’s gaze was warm, kind, and many others things she didn’t deserve, but she felt all her worries and aches fade away nonetheless.

“Primi, you’re beautiful. I adore you.” The words halt Occisor’s heart and breath in a singular moment. A hitch forms in her throat and a cloud fills herm mind for reasons that she can’t put to words. In her Master’s gaze, there was only a gentle, demure happiness that brought back both the beat of her heart and the breath in her lungs. “I apologize, I was caught off guard. I lost control. Don’t worry, I swear that I’ll be gentle.”

Before Occisor could answer, she found her lips caught by her Master once more, but this time her Master held her in a manner she’d never been before. 

She was against him, with his hands about her waist, as she sat upon his thighs. Her skin was bare against his and she found his to be taut and tough, but smooth and warm against her own. Her breasts were flush against his chest, while her ample derriere, toned and plush, cushioned her upon his corded legs. She shuddered beneath the touch of his traveling fingers on her back, and could only surrender as he had her press and hold herself against him, until she was sure she was feeling every inch of him against her. 

So engrossed was Occisor by how she was held, teased, and kissed, that she’d forgotten to think of her Master as her Master, but merely as a man. As she’d panted against him, while he’d caressed everywhere his hands could reach, and aroused her more and more, she was only able to consider her Master as a man who’d lusted and loved her. She was only given a moment to consider that, when her Master allowed her a moment to breathe from his kisses, before she was plainly, simply, and irrefutably forced to see her Master as a man.

He’d grown hard during his gentle ministrations. And long. Thick, too. Occisor was familiar with the concept of the pleasure between a man and a woman, but she remained the Sword of the Morning who’d only managed to attain a womanly form recently.

Besides, what her Master had now was beyond what she’d seen Lucifer utilize upon Lilith!

So, of course, Occisor had to speak out when she felt herself being pulled up and away, with the implement pressing against her navel. 

“T-this one m-must voice concern, Master!” Occisor, under normal circumstances, would have never considered saying words she’d uttered. However, normally, she considered herself a blade, a sword, and a tool to be used for the sake of victory. The Sword of the Morning. However, now, Primi Sanguinis Occisor, inexperienced and pure, despite being flushed and aroused, found herself staring upon what was surely a weapon of conquest. “T-this one doesn’t believe that can fit—

She only received a smile from her Master, when she found herself quite simply dragged upon her Master’s length. Having had herself teased, edged, and aroused by her Master for what had felt like an eternity, Occisor found herself incapable of speaking as she was parted, filled, and ultimately brought to the brink of losing consciousness as her Master claimed her. All she could do was writhe, hold on, and cry out as her Master claimed all of her.

Then, of course, after filling her for the first time, he had to withdraw and thrust into her again and again.

“Master.” The servant panted and cried in pleasure upon her Master’s every re-entrance. 

“Master!” The Sword of the Morning, brought to pleasure again and again, gave keening wails when her Wielder passed and stretched her with his every passage. Her innermost depths relented to his thrusts and withdrawals, yielding more and more to his shape, before whatever aches she might have felt were banished away, due to both careful ministrations and her shuddering, soft release of arousal at every climax.

But, to her, that was almost unimportant.

Being a being of death and destruction, meant to slay all who stood before her, Occisor knew not what expected of her when she gained her body, but she knew what was expected of a servant of great beauty and allure. Should the lithe, voluptuous blonde’s Master have asked her to submit, to be ravaged and bear his children, or merely grant him pleasure, she would have complied regardless of what pain the act would have brought her. To bring pleasure to her Master, as well as destroy his enemies,  she believed would be the greatest joy she’d ever feel. 

But, that was before Li Song.

“Li…” Primi Sanguinis Occisor whimpered as Li Song pressed carefully and tenderly against her innermost depths with a smile, ensuring she would not be hurt, despite restraining his own pleasure. She whispered his name again, between kisses, as he rested within her, unmoving, and allowing her to simply feel him fill her completely and utterly while in his embrace. Every thrust was tempered and careful, completely and utterly aware of what pain could be inflicted, and so her beloved treated her like the most fragile glass sculpture to ever be composed.

Because, Li Song loved her. 

“Are you hurt, Primi? Have I hurt you?” Li Song pulled his lips away from hers after a single sob left her throat. He stilled completely within her, unmoving whilst pressed against her very core, and searched her features. A frown crossed his face when he saw the tears. She felt him immediately pull away, trying to divest himself of the little pleasure he’d felt, but she held him fast. When he spoke again, there was urgency and steel in his voice. “Primi, I will hurt you no further, no matter what you think—

Occisor silenced him with a kiss of her own volition, filled with all the adoration she’d felt since he’d given her life, even if that was dwarfed by the pure elation she felt at her realization of a truth that she would have never allowed herself to believe without evidence. 

Li Song loved her.

So, Primi Sanguinis Occisor, not the Sword of the Morning, wept with joy.

“T-this one must apologize for causing panic. This one is simply elated beyond belief.” Occisor held him closer, pressing her lips against his neck whilst bringing herself further upon his length. By her own volition, she began to give what Li Song wouldn’t take. She felt discomfort for the first time during their coupling, as she forced her body’s limits to accept him, and rebuffed his attempts to slow her down. She held onto him, rose, and brought herself down, cutting off his words of care by forcing him to groan in pleasure. The sound delighted her beyond reason, even as the pleasure from the act caused stars to appear in her vision. “This one is merely overjoyed by Master’s affections a-and wishes to please Master more!”

Occisor’s breath catches as she finds her descent met by a thrust. She has grown sodden and accepting from her master’s earlier ministrations. Though those gave her soft peaks of pleasure, her own efforts, when combined with Li’s, cause her to hit those peaks with every their every meeting. Vaguely, a fear wells within the lithe and voluptuous blonde, as she wonders if she could even withstand pleasure an order of magnitude greater than she’s already felt. Those fears are mercilessly crushes when she hears Song whisper her name with both familiar affection and gratifying lust.

“Primi.. Primi!” Occisor had never heard Li Song speak in such a way. His voice, more than his wanton affection, made her breathless. His voice, merely saying her name, held lust and love, but something deeper lay beneath. The Sword of the Morning, panting and writhing and sweating in her Wielder’s arms, also heard the joy of a boy who was no longer alone, the happiness of an adolescent man who found someone to be with him, and the satisfied nonexistence of a man who grew without knowing family. “P-please!”

Occisor had felt herself ebb and flow away again and again during their lovemaking, but his last words, accompanied by his sudden, constricting embrace while buried completely within her and firmly ending his virginity straight into her core, did away with her mind completely and utterly. Connected with him, hearing his elation from no longer being alone and having a companion before even becoming a man, and the warmth flooding her insides, Occisor found herself seeing vistas of pure white, hearing only a keening noise, and losing all senses save for the feeling of Li Song’s body around and within and inside her. 

When Occisor came too, she found herself wrapped in her Master’s arms, covered in the same blanket as him. 

There was a certain tiredness to her that was deeply unfamiliar, and she felt tired for the first time in her life, but upon laying her eyes upon Li Song’s resting features, mere centimeters away from her own, and the small smile that graced it, all those little aches faded away.

Though he was asleep and could not hear her, she answered his plea nonetheless.

“I’ll stay with you forever, Li Song.” Primi Sanguinis Occisor swore. 

Then, she fell asleep in his arms.