The Pendragon

Okay, so this is my new heroine, and just like before I'm going to explain the pieces before I go into the back story.

She's comprised of a Victoria 4 base (duh) and even though you can't really see it her facial texture is Amanda (though since you can't see her sin there was no reason to add the full body texture.... yet) The armor is the wonderful Lux Lucis that, I swear, is exactly the kind of armor I've been waiting for, sleek, sexy, and looks like it can take a hit. Minor alteration to the outfit really, I swapped the helmet (which I hated for the Lux Lucis model) with the Angeluz helmet (Which was the only part of the Angeluz set I really liked.... I'm not rich by the way, I just waste all of my fun money on Poser stuff since I rarely leave the dorm short of classes anyway) The background is one of DM's Fantasy Visions I think, but their all so mixed around in my menu's now I don't know for sure. The sword is from Heroes, which I'm sad to say I don't remember who made it.

Short Bio: Okay, on to the Character herself. Many of you may have already inferred who this is from the characters title. She's the offspring daughter of King Aurthur (Or Lancelot, no one knows for sure in the story) and Guenevere, her true name is Gwendolyn and she has inherited the sword Excalibur from her parents. In my story Camelot is long fallen and both of Gwen's parents are dead. She wanders the countryside looking for evildoers to vanquish in an attempt to write all the wrongs that have arisen in the wake of Camelot's fall.

Powers: While Excalibur was a great gift, the true source of Gwen's power comes from her Armor. It was forged in Avalon at the beginning of time, and hid away where only one worthy might find it. Merlin happened across it and presented it to Gwen as a means of keeping her safe from her near suicidal good deeds. The armor enhances her strength, speed, and stamina, it is completely indestructible, and cannot be removed against her will. To date, Gwen has never been defeated whilst wearing her Power Armor.

Weaknesses: Gwendolyn is completely unaware of her Armor's weaknesses as she has never encountered them, and that is perhaps her greatest weakness of all. The Armor was forged by human hands in Avalon but using magics sent to them by the Lady in the Lake. It runs off of an internal recharging power crystal, but it is possible to drain the suits energy for a time, leaving Gwen without her enhanced strength, speed, and stamina and at the power level of a young woman. If this were to happen she would stand little chance against even the tamest of foes.

The process of weakening the power crystal is known only to the Nymphine, a race of Mountain Nymph's who crave sex. The last woman to take ton the mantle of protecting the world in the Power Armor learned that when a Nymphine touched her in a sexual manner, or even managed to arouse her without touching her, the armor lost energy at an alarming rate. She managed to escape that encounter with her life, but she never recorded her findings for reasons I, as the stories chronicler, deem unknown.

Her story will start pretty soon here (I'll also get the last part of 'The Goddess Primed' up as soon as possible) and we will see how Gwen stacks up against a Nymphine.

Priming the Goddess Part 3

Vana lifts the Goddess off of the alter and leans against the staircase, sitting upon her own tail as though it were a chair. "Come on sweaty," Vana whispers before slipping her tongue up the middle of the Goddess's breasts.

It does the trick and our heroine begins to stir. Her eyelids heavy, but consciousness fully with her, the Goddess begins to stir.

She looks down into the face of her tormentor, and is suddenly filled with rage. How dare she! How dare a mere fiend touch her in such places! Such an act was forbidden!

The rage awakens within her an iota of renewed strength that Vana immediately senses through skin contact. The fiend cannot understand it, but she knows that she must end the threat before her captive is able to make use of her new found strength.

"To touch me is forbidden!" the Goddess roars, wrapping her leg around the fiends back. She squeezes with all of her might, before all this had started that might would have scissored the demoness in two, but at her pressent strength, the Goddess would have to squeeze the life out of the dessacrator!

"Gak!" Vana cries out, "Impossible! How could you summon such strength!" Even in her weakened state it seems that the Goddess has turned plight to promise, and Vana gags in distress, gasping desperately for air.

The Demoness grimacess with her face pressed against the Goddess's breasts. She is losing, she realizes this and wracks her brain for any chance of victory, but comes up with little untill.... Of Course! The pretty thing, she doesn't even realize how vulnerable she is against a creature like me!

Enacting her plan, the fiend lines her extra appendage up for the kill. The Goddess is to enthralled in her attepmt to squish the life from her foe that she does not notice the villain's sudden determination to prop herself firmly between the staircase and the alter, and the heroine certainly does not suspect that her new found strength is going to prove to little to late.

"And verily I shall part the ways," Vana whispers against the Goddess's breasts. The heroine has no time to ponder this statement as Vana's tail plunges deep, penatrating our heroines ass cheeks like steel to paper!

and the reaction is all to predictable. Completely caught by surprise, the Goddess can do little but scream a futile "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Her arms flailing out, her breasts jiggling. The burst of strength she managed to summon from within her fizzles away, leaving even less in its wake than ever before!

Priming the Goddess Part 2

"Your.... mmmmmm... masters seed?" the Goddess moans. She offers no resistance as Vana continues to position her, her strength further sapped by the effects of the demoness's messaging fingers. "Mmmmm...... please stop.... I... ung... I cannot be touched by mortal hands in this way! My... my body is... f... for... ung.... please.... your making me weaker......" Perhaps at this point the Goddess has not yer fully woken from her long slumber, or perhaps she simply could never have imagined a being as evil as Vana, but for whatever the reason, she had actually believed her statement would at least be considered by her captor.
"That's the point silly," was Vana's only reply.

"H... hey stop!" the Goddess gasps as Vana's messaging fingers abandon her breasts for a more tempting target. Never in a trillion years had the Goddess imagined this could happen to her. She had been told by Celeste, the most powerful of the Celestial Three, that her body was to remain pure, and could not be touched in uncouth ways least her divine powers temporarily fail her. Nothing, however, could have prepared our heroine for the effects of Vana's fingers expertly stroking her previously untouched womanhood. "N... no... unghhhhhh... stop it!"
"Can't darling,"Vana replied, now her other hand attacked the Goddess's breasts again, the double assault blurred the Goddess's vision, "I told you that your body must be made ready for my Master."

"Unghhhhhhhh.... by... by my celestial light..... noooohhhhhhhh...." the helpless prisoner pleads to no one in particular, but the demoness notes it anyway.
"I imagine that light will dim some my sweet little Goddess," Vana dips her finger into the Goddes's steadily opening neather lips, the effect is to send the heroine into a violent spasm, "I do love how your skin feeds your strength level into me though. I know it was initially meant to deter anyone from attacking you. I imagine when you were still powerful I would shiver in fear to touch you, but now... I can feel how weak you are... how helpless........ oh gods.... its so enticing!"
A momment later Vana seats herself on the other end of the alter, she forces the Goddess's legs to part for her. The heroine, to weak to fight her, instead takes the breif respite in sensual assaults to cup her throbbing breast protectively and tries to recouperate some of her lost strength.
Unfortunately the pause is short lived. Vana leans in and begins to lick feverishly at the heroine's pussy. The Goddess is unable to hold back the "MMMMMOOOOOAAAAAANNNNN!" of protest, and her body shivers against the pure pleasure.

After only a few momments the Goddess feels something pushing within her. Instinctively she knows that she cannot allow whatever it is to be set free least it encourage her adversary... and yet the urge to let it free is almost as strong. "Nohhhhhhhhh," The Goddess breaths, "I caaaaann't!" Her body tenses, she coils in the strain, she places every iota of strength left within her into holding back this pressure, this heat from within her...

But it is all for naught. For no matter how much strength the Goddess summons, Vana's slithering tongue laps rythmatically at her neather lips. Each slather drains the Goddess's feble resistance further, each twist and twirl of the demoness's tongue domintes her further, until, with one powerful blast, the first climax of the Goddess's long existance explodes forth into Vana's waiting mouth.

Vana greadily swallows up the heroines love juices, each sip tastes like heaven in her vile lips. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Vana moans, "You taste as wonderfull as I'd imagined!" Oh? Asleep again?" The effort of a climax had been to much for the Goddess, the effect had taken to much of her remaining strength, sapping the heroine of her consciousness for a time.

Time the Greater Fiend uses to her advantage. Vana makes short work of her captive, bringing forth several more climaxes from the Goddess, which she slurps up as readilly as the first. Feeling through skin contact how utterly defeated her captive is is a major turn on for the demoness, never had she imagined her Master would hand her a treat like this!"


"The Master must be rewarding me for my services at last!" Vana purs, "I must wake her again, I need your moans little Goddess, your juices are heaven, but your plight is my bliss. Wakey wakey!"

Priming the Goddess

We last left our Heroine, restrained and defeated, in the grip of an evil tentacle monster sent by an unknown villian. Her valiant efforts to outmatch the beasts were successful, unfortunately the subtlety of her enemies, and their intimate knowledge of her weaknesses left her vulnerable to trickery, and the mighty Goddess eventually sucame to their wicked efforts.

Returning to our story, The Goddess lays in a forced state of unconsciousness. Her chest raises and falls weakly, her body quivering in effort with each breath. Even in an unconscious state a being as legendary as the Goddess fights against the footholds of evil within her. Left unatended, she will surly soon awaken and escape...

But what's this! A sultry new player emergest, stalking into the room with a purpose, stretching out the last of her nights sleep and preparing for what wicked tasks she has surely come to impose upon our poor helpless heroine. The creature walks in on strange hooved feet, a tail swishing in her wake, horst sprout from her bare forehead, and she literally purrs in anticipation. "Mmmmmm..... your going to be a tasty little treat arn't you?" the creature says to herself. Could this be the one who sent the tentacle beast after the Goddess? Could this strange purpulish demon have masterminded this perilous plot?

The demoness steps around the sacrificial alter...

and positions herself aside her captive. Restraints are unecessary, the sedatives of the beast who captured the Goddess are still in effect, there will be little resistance from the champion of the Galexy. Taking heed of these thoughts, the demoness slides her fingers lightly across the heroines shiny form, bringing forth a weak moan.
Our heroine stirs...

and her eyes open flutter open, the demoness is mildly surprised, the beasts sedatives should have tamed the Goddess longer, the heroine was more powerful than previously anticipated. Still the heroines power crystals shone of weakness, and the Demoness knew her task would be more fun this way.

"Wh... who are yoahhhhh!" The Godess begins, but the realizes that the Demoness has hold of her divine breast, "Unhand my you... you fiend!"

"I'm a Greater fiend actually," the demoness purrs in responce, sitting down upon the alter and positioning the Goddess as needed. The heroine is worried when she realizes she could offer little in protest. "My name is Vana," the Demoness tells her captive, "My task is to weaken your body for my master."

"W... weaken my.... my body?" the Goddess replies, confusion evident in her features as she looks into the Greater Fiends merciless eyes. Any further questions are cut short as Vana rotates her hand around the heroines breast, messaging it artfully. "Ohhhhhhhh," the Goddess moans in responce.

"Of course silly," Vana replies with a girlish giggle, patting the Goddess on the head as she brings forth the heroines moans, "My master is but a mortal man. His seed could never penatrate a Goddess, even a weakened goddes such as yourself, unless she was first primed for him!"

Goddess Captured Part Four

The creature is unable to resist the heroines perfect form any longer, and to compromise with itself it slowly caresses her bare nipples, bringing forth an indignant cry from its far from helpless captive, but that would change.
The necessary arrangements had been made. This was the purpose to which the beast had been made. Its tentacle positioned itself beneath the Goddess's power crystal. A crystal that had only been spoken of in a text written down by one of the Celestial Three, that had somehow fallen into the beasts master's hands.

The beast initiated its primary purpose. The Goddess cried out in terror as she felt a sudden weakening within her body. All at once she was no longer certain she could escape. She tested the beasts grip again and found it unyielding.

"No!" she cried, "This cannot be!"

Something like laughter emanated from the mouth in front of her.


The Goddess whimpered in protest as the mouth attacked her secondary crystal as well. The beast was to well prepared, she knew that she was defenseless, but how could this be?

"How," she pleaded, "how could you possess such knowledge of me?" The beast's response was to caress her breasts in such a way as to ignite within her a passion she had never felt. "How... how.... dare you!" she moaned, "I... I will not succumb to such... such... wicked... ughhhh..."

She fell silent, feeling something horrible happening inside of her. The energy drain was reaching critical mass, even here in outer space where celestial energy flowed into her in a constant stream she was losing far more than she was gaining until finally.................
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"



A few moments later, the Goddess floats in space. She is aware, but that is all. Her body to weak to move, to weak even to open her eyes and while her foe has released her from its wicked grip, she has not the strength to even attempt an escape.

She moans weakly in protest as the monster scoops her up with its back tentacle. It purrs contentedly to itself. The metaflesh of a Celestial being is special in that one can actually feel how superbly powerful the being is upon touching them, but in this case the opposite is true. On contact the monster can feel the Goddess's weakness, and it revels in her helplessness. It was time to take her to its master, but along the way it had to keep the Goddess weak, it promised itself that it would wait until she was almost strong enough to escape it before it made its stops. It would do this so that it could feel her futile struggles to resist as her power was drained away from her, so that it could feel her body weaken in its grasp each and every time!



Coming Soon: The Goddess will meet the creator of the beast and her very will will be tested!

Goddess Captured Part Three

As she closes the distance between herself and the dead beast, the Goddess knows what has to be done. Abominations such as that beast had to be extinguished. There was a part of her that felt some degree of pity toward the beast now that the event was ended.

Certainly it must have been confusing for the monster. To even exist in such a form would be a horror in and of itself. The Goddess, her perfect shiny body glimmering as a shooting star, knew that she could not have lived with herself if she were in such a form... though she knew that she felt a foolish and selfish pride with herself. It was one of her few flaws...

Suddenly and silently, twin tentacles approach. In all of existence, nothing had ever moved silently enough to go unnoticed by the Goddess. On this day, though she did not realize it at the time, all of that would change, and her assigned duty to the Celestial Three was about to get much more difficult.

A second beast, of the same breed as the one she'd killed earlier, slid through space, matching the Goddess's own pace expertly.

Ever so quietly, its tentacles surround the champion of the Galaxy. It's movements are so flawless that even at the speed they now travel, it is able to keep from touching the Goddess, if she became aware of its presence to soon, it knew that it wouldn't stand a chance.

A tentacle hovers for a moment over the heroines perfect ass. The beast is unatural to this universe, but it was created by one who isn't, and as such it desired the same things as its creator. How desperately the beast desired to penetrate her, to hear the Goddess moan, to have her divine body all to itself, but it knew this was not to be.

At last the tentacle moves on, on toward the real goal, on to the only possible way to bring the Goddess down. Its creator had studied the heroine for many centuries before devising this capture, as long as the Goddess remained oblivious to the beast for a few more moments, it knew she would not escape.

Almost unbelievable, the tentacles wrap around her body. They twist and circle her in ways it seems impossible not to touch her, and yet they don't. The Goddess is still unaware of the beasts presence. So silent is it that her enhanced senses don't pick it up, and unlike its partner, whose job had been to embolden the heroine, this beast was immune to her emotion reading abilities...

Through the fog of its thought's comes the command, it is time, your position is flawless, she cannot escape you now!

It's mouth decends, coming into the Goddess's view and her surprise can be measured by no words. She yanks her arms up to defend herself, but to her horror she finds them ensnared, and the required tentacle reaches its destination

"Ugh! Foul beast!" cries the Goddess, "Thou shalt release me at once!" She tests its grip. It is a strong grip but it gives ever so slightly, she knows she can break it given enough time. The monstrosity will fall to her, this she knows, but never the less, the quaint unease she has felt so many times before turns for the first time to fear. Never before had she been ambushed, she had never been so fully in the arms of an enemy before this day!

To be concluded...