As things proceed I had better see you slam backwards time after time into this delicious looking cock I can only part see for now. I expect to hear building rhythm and the sound to rise into a crescendo. You had better put your all into it and it had better be an excellent show. That will start to satisfy my hunger and ease my rage. But you will still have to do more. You will cum so hard and so much that you will fill and leak out of my mouth, and as part of that you will have your own knee-trembling and humbling finish in my presence.
Focus on the word humbling. This is for my pleasure, not yours. I want to see and hear all this to turn me on even more, even if you must enjoy it too. I’m then going to feed you back every last bit of your own cream until it’s dripping out of your mouth and all over this lovely luscious lace of yours. You’ll clean it out of my mouth and off me and swallow the lot. Tell me, too, did you at least clean up thoroughly before you had this cock shoved in your arse.”
“Y-y-yes,” was all James could manage to get out again. He was still impaled and aching to fulfil every last letter of his Goddess’ commands. But he dared not move until she ordered it.
“Good. I want to see this impressive cock finish balls deep inside of you, exploding until you feel so full and satisfied that you’ll want it again and again, and then it will gush and leak out everywhere. Maybe I’ll let you have it again. But you will only get it with my permission and only if you satisfy me right now. I’m going to clean up every last remnant of cream from off this impressive girth afterwards, adding my own lipstick to it too. This should have been my cock to suck, not yours, you cock sucking slut. I will admit the idea of you doing this does turn me on. But again, you only get to do it with my permission.
The fact that I like it is one of the few things that saves you from even worse here. I’ll lick the mess up from out of your destroyed rear, suck it up, and collect every last bit that gushes and drips out. Then I’m going to feed the lot back to you. In turn you will lick it up, suck it up, and enjoy every morsel from my mouth. If you want to play the role of cock-sucking, cum-filled, cream-covered, filthy anal whore, then the consequences are that I’m going to transform you into that permanently. Do you have anything else to say for yourself before we do this?”
“N-n-no,” James said nervously but obviously aroused and ready.
“I think you want this, you whore. Tell me you want this before we start,” Diana continued.
“I want this more than you can imagine. Please. Let me have it. I beg for it from you. I want to be your whore.”
Diana looked at him carefully from through her own Godly persona, was certain of what she saw, and so knew a deeper and richer form of connection was in place. Certainly the words and consent were important, but that hardly captures what she saw and felt in his demeanour. She saw more than mere consent. She could feel that they were connecting richly and fully, and all the more so because of how they ignored what looked unequal on the surface. By ignoring what people were supposed to do, and instead playing with one another more fully and listening to one another more wholly, they were on their way to something higher.
James had long wanted this from her and he was astounded by what they would do. They would share mutual dissolving of inhibitions together, if admittedly with some help. They were dissolving into each other. They would mutually find forms of ecstasy with and through one another. James could see she was fuming and he wished that it hadn’t happened in this way. Yet there was a strange form of kindness, too, in the midst of the fury of his all powerful Goddess. Even in her rage her words and proposed transformation showed empathy, understanding, generosity, and even love. Perhaps it took a three-in-one Goddess to be capable of something so extraordinary.
“Good,” Diana replied before continuing. “You know what to do. Get on with your role, cum slut. Your Goddess is very angry with you and so you’ll need to perform extra well to appease me. By the way, that lipstick doesn’t remotely go with your nail polish. We’re going to have a lot more depraved, delicious play ahead of us in order to complete your transformation properly. By the end of it you’re going to find levels of strength, depth and beauty in yourself, inside and out, that you never dreamed you would reach. That beautiful mess on your face is a good start. It suits you. Fuck with this Goddess and in reverse I’ll make sure you get the best fucking you’ve ever had.”
With that the metamorphosis continued in earnest, beginning with wild, passionate, cum-drenched games. This was, after all, uninhibited and unashamed filthy fucking. But it was also the deepest and most extraordinary love making too, all assisted and aided by the stiff majesties of Richard I and Richard II.