Nero entered into a miscellaneous room within Bella Domina to find three long tables filled to the absolute brim with weapons and weapon accessories of all kinds. He walked the aisles in between the tables noting various armaments.
“Machine guns, extended clips, flash bangs, tear gas, grenades, knives, pistols…” Nero reached the end of one table and began to walk along another one quietly whispering item names as he noted them, “Rocket launcher, sniper rifle, mini gun, drone guns…”
He came to a stop at the end of the second table noting some out of place items, “Drill, drill bits, power tools of all kinds…”
He then turned to the third table which had an ammo chain extending the length of the table and folding back on itself and running the opposite direction numerous times over.
He suddenly looked up to see Xenia leaning against the doorway in her all-black leather military outfit, “And bullets. Lots and lots of bullets. Over 100,000 rounds in that ammo chain.”
He nodded, “An impressive assortment of firearms and the like, my empress.”
She slowly walked towards him, “As a pure warrior, I don’t expect you to understand the fun I derive from games such as this.”
Nero shook his head, “I understand it well, my empress. You have ascended the battlefield. You are a goddess of death. When there is no risk of death, it becomes sport. I understand it, but I am afraid I can never achieve it.”
“Goddess of death?” She walked up to him and slowly kissed him, “I rather like hearing that from your lips, Nero.”
She then began to walk along the table running her hands along the various weapons, “Do you understand my main objective? Why I am keen on such a ridiculous scenario that will garner attention of all kinds towards me?”
Nero frowned and nodded, “I gather it has something to do regarding Detective Fincher as he has continued to elude you hiding in the void all this time.”
Xenia looked his way impressed, “Correct.”
“But what I don’t understand is all these rules and limitations you have agreed to. It is strange.” Nero continued to frown.
Xenia walked around the table and stood on the opposite side from Nero. She leaned her hands on it and peered at Nero, “The rules are set because I will be playing my part as Jill the Ripper. She isn’t a powerful ki user. She is a copycat. Thus, Constance has laid out that I may not use ki to attack though I can use it defensively if needed. I can also use it to summon weapons.” She pointed to the tables, “After all, I can’t very well carry all of this.”
She then bit her lip, “The most annoying part of all of this… Constance stipulated that I must break into the vault manually via conventional means. No ripping it to shreds, no teleporting into it, no blasting my way into it.”
Nero scoffed, “And what if St. Michael sends in a team of ki experts, or what if he shows up himself? Game over?”
Xenia pulled out an assault rifle clip and kissed it to her lips, “In such a scenario, I am allowed to use these.”
She tossed the clip to Nero who caught it and inspected it, “Ten nightmare ki bullets. Interesting.”
“Made them myself!” Xenia leaned over the table and rested her elbows on it as she looked up at him, “I’m a little bit surprised, darling.”
He looked at her with a confused look, and she continued, “No concern for me? No pleading for me to achieve full power before putting myself at risk?”
He chuckled to himself, “I recently walked in on a meditation session of yours to do just that, and do you know what I saw?”
“Hmm, do tell.” She smiled up at him.
“I saw a perfect execution of Death Domain. Black and blue flames with hardly a flicker. Standing at attention waiting to annihilate on your command.” He shook his head, “Not even history describes such a mastery, and yet you did it with relative ease.”
He took a deep breath and smiled, “You are invincible now, my empress. I mean it when I say you are a Goddess of Death. Even Jarek is but sport to be toyed with.”
“Toying with Jarek? That sounds fun. Maybe I will once I make my return.”
Nero gave her a jealous look, and she smiled, “Don’t worry, I would be sure to kill him afterwards.”
“I meant nothing, my empress. Your desires are divine rights in my eyes, and the world will soon come to know as well.” Nero took a knee as he regretted his jealous look.
“Stand, Nero.”
He stood and said, “If I may empress.”
“You always may.”
“Your power has no equal. The world can’t fathom the depths of your power; they will certainly be caught flat-footed.”
“You flatter me, love.” Xenia loved hearing Nero praise her ultimate power.
“So, with all of this newfound strength and power, I cannot find any reason which explains why Detective Fincher is so desirable to you. I understand his abilities are unique to enter the void; however, it is an extraneous ability in your repertoire.”
Xenia leaned up from the table, “Oh, darling. Extraneous? No, no, no, no, no. It would be on par with my bloodbending powers.”
Nero gave her an even more confused look as she continued, “Fincher’s ability isn’t impressive to you because he is a weakling. I am a student of history. I am a student of science. I understand the power of the Void Masters of old, and I strive to understand the mysteries of ki.”
Nero softly replied, “You are a genius. People, including myself, forget your genius as it is too often overshadowed by your great power. You created a ki-powered fighter jet, you created synthetic blood, and you have advanced the technology of the BloodStar Empire well beyond the standard of other nations.”
Xenia had a determined look on her face as she grit her teeth in anger that she had not yet captured Fincher, “Knowledge is power… AND I WILL HAVE IT!”
She found herself angry and breathing heavily. She snapped out of it and looked to Nero, “I need to calm my nerves before my rampage. Don’t move Nero. I haven’t shown you my favorite part of this game yet.”
She walked out of the room leaving Nero waiting in silence. He waited patiently in thought and eventually muttered to himself, “As strong as her bloodbending powers? That is hard to imagine.”
He was met with a response from Xenia in the door way once more, “And that, love, is why imagination is even more important than knowledge.”
Nero looked up to see Xenia dressed in a slutty black pvc dress which barely covered her ass. She wore thigh-high boots with black stockings bridging the gap between her boots and her short dress. Her hair was covered by a matching black pvc veil akin to what a nun would wear, and her dress had long sleeves which extended down to her hand covering her fingers as if she were wearing gloves. Her outfit was blasphemous to the Holy Light Empire in nearly every way imaginable.
“I’m going to be a very bad girl. I should dress the part too, don’t you think?”
Nero was stunned and speechless as she walked over to him and said, “I need a bad man to fuck me. I need a bad man to put me in the mood for killing.”
Nero immediately dropped his pants and picked her up placing her on the table inserting his throbbing hard cock under her dress and into her pussy.
She moaned with pleasure as he manhandled her and began to fuck her hard and fast. She yelled in pleasure as his big cock went back and forth, in and out.
“Tell me what you want me to do! How bad should I be out there, baby?!”
Nero was wild with lust as he was at every opportunity to fuck his empress and one true love. He embraced her lust for killing and yelled back, “Kill! Kill them all!”
She ran her hands through her hair moaning sensually, “All of them? Okay baby. You want me to do it for you?”
“Kill them all for me. Yes.” He had his hands wrapped tightly around her waist holding her in place as he forcefully fucked her on the table.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and used her powerful abs to raise her torso up off the table and up to Nero where she pressed her dress and big tits against his chest and began to kiss him as he continued to ravage her with his cock.
“Okay, love. I’ll do it just for you. I’ll make a mess. I’ll be cruel.” She bit his lip hard drawing blood and then yelled, “Now cum inside of your goddess! Cum inside of me right now!”
He began to cum inside of her shooting a gigantic sized load of cum which set off her own orgasm. The warmth of his cum inside of her sent chills down her body, and she began to moan uncontrollably as pleasure overwhelmed her.
The passion of the two entangled bodies came to an eventual slow like an attenuating sin wave, and Nero placed her back down on the table looking down at her now wild hair and wrinkled shiny black nun dress.
She reached down with her finger to lap up his cum dripping down her leg, and she then stared at Nero as she sucked her finger clean until she removed her finger from her mouth with a ‘popping’ sound from the suction of her lips.
Nero was breathing fast and heavy after a wild, intense quickie with his empress.
She leaned up and stood from the table and whispered in his ear, “Time for me to go. I’ll kill them all. Because my fiancé thinks it’s hot.”
She then fell to her knees and took his cock in her mouth sucking it clean of any residual cum enjoying every second of his massive cock inside of her mouth until her tongue and lips had left it quite clean.
Xenia stood and walked out of the room with the sound of her stiletto heels clicking on the ground with each step.
Nero was left with a still hard cock and his pants down around his ankles. His mind was blown as it was every time with his empress. He quietly said, “Goddess of Death or Goddess of Sex?”
He then heard his empress’s voice inside his head, “Both.”
Nero entered into a miscellaneous room within Bella Domina to find three long tables filled to the absolute brim with weapons and weapon accessories of all kinds. He walked the aisles in between the tables noting various armaments.
“Machine guns, extended clips, flash bangs, tear gas, grenades, knives, pistols…” Nero reached the end of one table and began to walk along another one quietly whispering item names as he noted them, “Rocket launcher, sniper rifle, mini gun, drone guns…”
He came to a stop at the end of the second table noting some out of place items, “Drill, drill bits, power tools of all kinds…”
He then turned to the third table which had an ammo chain extending the length of the table and folding back on itself and running the opposite direction numerous times over.
He suddenly looked up to see Xenia leaning against the doorway in her all-black leather military outfit, “And bullets. Lots and lots of bullets. Over 100,000 rounds in that ammo chain.”
He nodded, “An impressive assortment of firearms and the like, my empress.”
She slowly walked towards him, “As a pure warrior, I don’t expect you to understand the fun I derive from games such as this.”
Nero shook his head, “I understand it well, my empress. You have ascended the battlefield. You are a goddess of death. When there is no risk of death, it becomes sport. I understand it, but I am afraid I can never achieve it.”
“Goddess of death?” She walked up to him and slowly kissed him, “I rather like hearing that from your lips, Nero.”
She then began to walk along the table running her hands along the various weapons, “Do you understand my main objective? Why I am keen on such a ridiculous scenario that will garner attention of all kinds towards me?”
Nero frowned and nodded, “I gather it has something to do regarding Detective Fincher as he has continued to elude you hiding in the void all this time.”
Xenia looked his way impressed, “Correct.”
“But what I don’t understand is all these rules and limitations you have agreed to. It is strange.” Nero continued to frown.
Xenia walked around the table and stood on the opposite side from Nero. She leaned her hands on it and peered at Nero, “The rules are set because I will be playing my part as Jill the Ripper. She isn’t a powerful ki user. She is a copycat. Thus, Constance has laid out that I may not use ki to attack though I can use it defensively if needed. I can also use it to summon weapons.” She pointed to the tables, “After all, I can’t very well carry all of this.”
She then bit her lip, “The most annoying part of all of this… Constance stipulated that I must break into the vault manually via conventional means. No ripping it to shreds, no teleporting into it, no blasting my way into it.”
Nero scoffed, “And what if St. Michael sends in a team of ki experts, or what if he shows up himself? Game over?”
Xenia pulled out an assault rifle clip and kissed it to her lips, “In such a scenario, I am allowed to use these.”
She tossed the clip to Nero who caught it and inspected it, “Ten nightmare ki bullets. Interesting.”
“Made them myself!” Xenia leaned over the table and rested her elbows on it as she looked up at him, “I’m a little bit surprised, darling.”
He looked at her with a confused look, and she continued, “No concern for me? No pleading for me to achieve full power before putting myself at risk?”
He chuckled to himself, “I recently walked in on a meditation session of yours to do just that, and do you know what I saw?”
“Hmm, do tell.” She smiled up at him.
“I saw a perfect execution of Death Domain. Black and blue flames with hardly a flicker. Standing at attention waiting to annihilate on your command.” He shook his head, “Not even history describes such a mastery, and yet you did it with relative ease.”
He took a deep breath and smiled, “You are invincible now, my empress. I mean it when I say you are a Goddess of Death. Even Jarek is but sport to be toyed with.”
“Toying with Jarek? That sounds fun. Maybe I will once I make my return.”
Nero gave her a jealous look, and she smiled, “Don’t worry, I would be sure to kill him afterwards.”
“I meant nothing, my empress. Your desires are divine rights in my eyes, and the world will soon come to know as well.” Nero took a knee as he regretted his jealous look.
“Stand, Nero.”
He stood and said, “If I may empress.”
“You always may.”
“Your power has no equal. The world can’t fathom the depths of your power; they will certainly be caught flat-footed.”
“You flatter me, love.” Xenia loved hearing Nero praise her ultimate power.
“So, with all of this newfound strength and power, I cannot find any reason which explains why Detective Fincher is so desirable to you. I understand his abilities are unique to enter the void; however, it is an extraneous ability in your repertoire.”
Xenia leaned up from the table, “Oh, darling. Extraneous? No, no, no, no, no. It would be on par with my bloodbending powers.”
Nero gave her an even more confused look as she continued, “Fincher’s ability isn’t impressive to you because he is a weakling. I am a student of history. I am a student of science. I understand the power of the Void Masters of old, and I strive to understand the mysteries of ki.”
Nero softly replied, “You are a genius. People, including myself, forget your genius as it is too often overshadowed by your great power. You created a ki-powered fighter jet, you created synthetic blood, and you have advanced the technology of the BloodStar Empire well beyond the standard of other nations.”
Xenia had a determined look on her face as she grit her teeth in anger that she had not yet captured Fincher, “Knowledge is power… AND I WILL HAVE IT!”
She found herself angry and breathing heavily. She snapped out of it and looked to Nero, “I need to calm my nerves before my rampage. Don’t move Nero. I haven’t shown you my favorite part of this game yet.”
She walked out of the room leaving Nero waiting in silence. He waited patiently in thought and eventually muttered to himself, “As strong as her bloodbending powers? That is hard to imagine.”
He was met with a response from Xenia in the door way once more, “And that, love, is why imagination is even more important than knowledge.”
Nero looked up to see Xenia dressed in a slutty black pvc dress which barely covered her ass. She wore thigh-high boots with black stockings bridging the gap between her boots and her short dress. Her hair was covered by a matching black pvc veil akin to what a nun would wear, and her dress had long sleeves which extended down to her hand covering her fingers as if she were wearing gloves. Her outfit was blasphemous to the Holy Light Empire in nearly every way imaginable.
“I’m going to be a very bad girl. I should dress the part too, don’t you think?”
Nero was stunned and speechless as she walked over to him and said, “I need a bad man to fuck me. I need a bad man to put me in the mood for killing.”
Nero immediately dropped his pants and picked her up placing her on the table inserting his throbbing hard cock under her dress and into her pussy.
She moaned with pleasure as he manhandled her and began to fuck her hard and fast. She yelled in pleasure as his big cock went back and forth, in and out.
“Tell me what you want me to do! How bad should I be out there, baby?!”
Nero was wild with lust as he was at every opportunity to fuck his empress and one true love. He embraced her lust for killing and yelled back, “Kill! Kill them all!”
She ran her hands through her hair moaning sensually, “All of them? Okay baby. You want me to do it for you?”
“Kill them all for me. Yes.” He had his hands wrapped tightly around her waist holding her in place as he forcefully fucked her on the table.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and used her powerful abs to raise her torso up off the table and up to Nero where she pressed her dress and big tits against his chest and began to kiss him as he continued to ravage her with his cock.
“Okay, love. I’ll do it just for you. I’ll make a mess. I’ll be cruel.” She bit his lip hard drawing blood and then yelled, “Now cum inside of your goddess! Cum inside of me right now!”
He began to cum inside of her shooting a gigantic sized load of cum which set off her own orgasm. The warmth of his cum inside of her sent chills down her body, and she began to moan uncontrollably as pleasure overwhelmed her.
The passion of the two entangled bodies came to an eventual slow like an attenuating sin wave, and Nero placed her back down on the table looking down at her now wild hair and wrinkled shiny black nun dress.
She reached down with her finger to lap up his cum dripping down her leg, and she then stared at Nero as she sucked her finger clean until she removed her finger from her mouth with a ‘popping’ sound from the suction of her lips.
Nero was breathing fast and heavy after a wild, intense quickie with his empress.
She leaned up and stood from the table and whispered in his ear, “Time for me to go. I’ll kill them all. Because my fiancé thinks it’s hot.”
She then fell to her knees and took his cock in her mouth sucking it clean of any residual cum enjoying every second of his massive cock inside of her mouth until her tongue and lips had left it quite clean.
Xenia stood and walked out of the room with the sound of her stiletto heels clicking on the ground with each step.
Nero was left with a still hard cock and his pants down around his ankles. His mind was blown as it was every time with his empress. He quietly said, “Goddess of Death or Goddess of Sex?”
He then heard his empress’s voice inside his head, “Both.”
