The Weapon - Oblivion  - part 22

By Diana the Valkyrie

It felt as if a bolt of lightning seared through my brain, down my spine and earthed itself through my loins

Update: 29/08/2003 to valkyrie05







I rolled over on top of her. Sure, I didn't think I'd be in control, but maybe

I could pretend to myself. She's always said we're good at lying to ourselves.

She smelled good; lavender and lemons, strawberries and cream. I nuzzled her

body, she felt soft and warm. And nice. She was Wendy, and she loved eight

billion people, she was my little fireball of love. Her nipples stiffened as I

touched them, and I marvelled at how accurately she could emulate the response

of a human female. Not that I've had experience of many. Perhaps she was just

emulating the two that I'd known. Her wings folded round me as I penetrated

her warm wet vagina, and it seemed to welcome me in. I must have lasted nearly

a minute before I was overwhelmed. But it felt so good, and I knew it wouldn't

be the only time. I felt sure that next time I wouldn't be quite so ...

impulsive.



Then I heard her whisper in my ear.



"My strength is your strength. My power is your power. I will love you and

protect you and obey you. Until the end of time."



Oh wow. Oh wow, Her oath, the promise of the Weapon to the Wielder, and she

was making it to me. I made the prescribed reply.



"Your strength is my strength. Your power is my power. I will love you and

protect you and command you. Until the end of time."



"Well," she said, "that was nice." "Mmm," I replied my eyes closed, and I felt

my brain disengage, ready for sleep. "Now we can do the second round," she

continued.



My brain returned from its journey into the Land of Nod, warning me that

something was about to happen that might need my attention. "Uh, Wendy, I'm

not a teenager any more, I don't think I can actually ... "



"Hush now," she replied, "you'll do what I tell you to do."



"Hey, but... Didn't you just say ... I mean ... What happened to 'obey',

then?"



"It's called the Nelson Touch," she explained, "I'm supposed to exercise

judgement on when to disobey." I guessed that this would probably be most of

the time.



She opened the window, put an arm round my waist, and we soared up into the

sky together, those great white wings deploying as soon as we were outside.

Yes, I know they don't actually have anything to do with her flight, they're

just for effect, but the effect is stupendous. They beat at fifteen strokes

per minute, slowly up, then slowly down, the feathers warping and pushing at

the air, as if they really were responsible for propulsion and lift. A

marvellous illusion, and one that I hoped she'd always maintain.



The hummingbird hovers in a vertical orientation as it sucks the nectar from

the flowers; Wendy hovered upright as she held me and we kissed, and I felt

like a flower being ravished by the hummingbird as her tongue invaded my mouth

and delicately licked around inside me, like a long hard probe of muscle

dominating my mouth. Distracted by that, I didn't notice her hands moving down

my body as she stripped me naked, and then she abandoned the illusion of the

flapping wings, and simply wrapped them around me, their feathery softness

supporting my weight as her hands attacked my defenceless flesh.



There was no doubt about who was in charge here, we were following her agenda,

although if I had been given a vote I'd have supported her manifesto

wholeheartedly. She captured me, enclosed me and gripped me softly inside her,

then harder, and I moaned as I felt the pressure on my genitals. "Oh

grandmother, what a strong grip you have," I whispered. "All the better to

fuck you with," she replied.



Well, I know how to handle a situation like this. What you do, is you

surrender.



I don't know how long it took her to reduce me to a shuddering whimpering

mess. It felt like it took forever, because she kept stopping to let me cool

off a little, but then she'd start again, and take me up to a whole new level.

Never mind about me trying to control her, I gave up trying to control myself

after a little while, and my brain abandoned my body to her tender mercy,

whatever happened would happen, and I couldn't affect it. "And now we reach

the peak," she whispered, and it felt as if a bolt of lightning seared through

my brain, down my spine and earthed itself through my loins. And another bolt,

and another. And then one not so sharp and hard, and then a few more gentle

ones, and then, and then ... nothing. Blackness.



I woke up in bed; it was still dark. I was lying on top of her, although I

didn't really feel as if I was in command. "Hello, Sleepy" said a voice in my

ear. "Hello, Snow White," I replied. "Heigh ho," she said, "another hard day's

night down in the sex mines." "Wendy, Little Fireball, never mind about three,

I don't think I can handle another one of those." "You don't have to," she

replied. "You're letting me off the last one?" "No, I mean you don't have to

handle it, we're going to do it differently, we're going to do it my way."

"Unhhh ..." I protested, but my protest was muffled by her tongue forcing its

way between my teeth.



Her mouth was over mine, her arms around me, and she held me tightly, so tight

I couldn't breath. But I couldn't breathe anyway with her mouth over mine. I

struggled, but she didn't seem to notice. I tried to get some air, but there

wasn't any. A tide of red engulfed my brain, the red fading to grey, the grey

fading to ...