Valgana is ruled by vengeance and will stop at nothing to avenge the deaths of her tribe. She hunts the man responsible relentlessly, and every man who has tried to stand in her way, has met his end between her powerful, muscular thighs. No mere mortal can match her speed, her skill with a blade, or her massive, bulging muscles.
Devar travels at her side as a consort, and worships her as a divine goddess. He is always there to satisfy her after a battle, and to service her in any ways she demands. And with a sex drive nearly as large as her muscles, he is always kept busy.
But when Devar costs her the chance to carry out her revenge, for the first time, he learns what it is to become the target of her rage. He is going to be overpowered, humiliated, and shown what little chance he has against a muscle goddess.
Product Warning – This story contains sexually explicit scenes, which includes humiliation and muscle domination.
She grinned, and flexed her arm, before straightening it to display it to the man on the ground in front of her. Muscles bulged and undulated along its length. “You couldn’t resist me with your weak body, if your life depended on it.”
“I never would-”
He was cut short by her grabbing his throat, her fingers tightening like a monstrous snake suffocating its prey. “No more talk.”
He nodded, his breath coming in short rasps.
“Now I take your seed, and drain you of your manhood.”
She swung one massively muscled leg over him, and steadied herself with a hand on his chest. Her bare breasts bounced in front of her, the nipples rapidly hardening and furling until they felt hard as steel.
With one hand, she reached up to slowly circle her furled nipple, each touch from her rough finger sending pulses of pleasure down her body. She could barely catch her breath as excitement and need swirled inside of her.
She tore away her greaves, revealing legs muscles that could have been carved from stone, and Devar gasped, his eyes wide. While her arms put his to shame, it was her powerful, man-destroying legs that always drove her companion wild with desire.
She shivered with pleasure as she imagined him trapped between her legs, slowly crushing the life out of him. But she would never risk his life – that fate was reserved for her enemies – or men who dared to anger her in her travels.
The ache between her legs was sharpening until it was unbearable, and only his hard cock could satisfy it. She pulled his cock out in one rough motion, and positioned it at the dripping, swollen lips of her pussy.
Valgana squirmed slightly, getting the position just right, and then in one smooth motion, impaled herself on his throbbing cock.
She released his throat as she sank down, her burly body pounding Devar down into the dust. Shadows danced across his face, as she watched a combination of pain and pleasure transformed his features.
Just because she cared for him, didn’t mean sex with her wouldn’t hurt.
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