Chapter 238: Not Vanilla

Chapter 238: Not Vanilla

The entire coliseum watched on with bated breath as Nero and Draxus prepared to face off in a challenge for the right to be at Empress Xenia’s side as she ruled for ages to come.

Xenia looked on as she lay naked in her bed partially draped with silk sheets in the middle of the coliseum for all to see.

“Fight!” Xenia shouted with a gleeful smile enjoying every second of her wedding.

Nero stood tall in place even as the battle begun. His towering muscular body stood firm like an imposing wall as Draxus rushed forward emitting a battle cry.

Nero lifted his war hammer, Blood Cry, and hurled it spinning in a horizontal plane at Draxus. The hammer’s immense weight posed no difficulties to Nero as he flung the hammer at a brisk speed through the air catching even Draxus off guard.

Draxus wore a full set of armor reinforced by ki lending him increased defensive abilities but leaving him less agile than usual. As the hammer sped toward him, he halted his forward momentum and leaned backward in attempt to dodge the hammer entirely.

Normally, he would’ve elected to simply jump over the hammer gracefully as it flew at chest height; however, with the heavy armor, leaning backwards was his best attempt at dodging.

He limbo’d backwards with his feet still sliding forward due to his momentum; however, he wasn’t quite quick enough. The hammer made minimal contact with his helmet before continuing to fly past him.

Although a tangential impact, Draxus felt his helmet shredded and ripped from his face as the hammer tore it from his face and flung it aside with rotational momentum.

Nonetheless, the helmet had done its job sparing Draxus from any meaningful injury aside from a few gashes from the helmet being forcefully removed at an odd angle. He continued his all-out sprint at Nero and leapt into the air with his sword glowing with ki and ready to strike.

Nero smirked as he stood in place and raised a hand to bloodbend Draxus’s right hand gripping the hilt of his sword.

Draxus felt his hand betray him as it opened against his will dropping the sword to the ground. He maintained his situational awareness though. Regardless of losing his sword, his momentum was carrying him straight to Nero. He prepared a ki blast in his other hand and prepared to fire at point blank range.

The crowd collectively inhaled as Draxus prepared an imminent attack and Nero stood seemingly unalarmed. The crowd favorite, Nero, a champion gladiator and BloodStar Immortal was frozen on the spot, and the people of the empire felt a rush of anxiety as their beloved champion took a massive attack with no defense.

In the next seconds, Draxus released his blast inches away from Nero resulting in a massive explosion causing the crowd to shield their eyes as intense light filled the stadium followed by a sizable dust cloud.

However, one person had not an ounce of worry... Xenia.

As the dust settled, a surge of relief and excitement waved through the crowd. Nero stood in place with one arm held out gripping the front of Draxus’s face holding him in place.

“I respect your courage to challenge me, so I will end this quickly.” Nero held Draxus’s face in place, and Draxus heard a whirring sound behind him as Nero bloodbent Blood Cry back towards him spinning still in a horizontal plane.Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.

The war hammer came in flying at breakneck speed right behind Draxus, and the head of the hammer crashed into his skull from the back. The hammer crashed through the skull and stopped firmly in Nero’s palm.

Nero stood in his original position from when the battle first started and held the massive war hammer by the head with his outstretched arm as Draxus’s headless body slumped to the ground in a pool of his own blood.

The coliseum erupted into an ecstatic roar of applause, and Nero could feel the vibrations of the crowd resonate through his body. He flipped the hammer’s head up and grabbed the shaft of the war hammer as he turned to Xenia and began to walk towards her.

She then front kicked Nero’s chest sending him flying 15 yards back with several shattered ribs and a collapsed sternum.

Nero landed falling to his knees taking several deep breaths of pain against his broken ribs and struggled to catch his breath.

He looked up to see Xenia fall to the bed and sit on the edge with her legs spread. She then snapped her fingers and pointed to her pussy between her spread legs, “Come and get me, darling. Show the empire I’m worth the pain. I’m worth the struggle. I’m worth dying for.”

Nero began to crawl on his hands and knees towards Xenia; however, as he was ten yards away, she bloodbent one of the fragments of his broken ribs out of his body through his chest and sent it flying into her hand.

Nero cried out in pain but continued moving forward as Xenia sucked on the bloody rib like a lollipop. As he reached within five yards, she then bloodbent his left arm breaking the bone into a compound fracture with the jagged bone sticking out from his skin into the open air.

Xenia encouraged him, “Show me how bad you want me, darling! Crawl to me!”

Nero grit his teeth and continued forward. A broken arm, a broken rib, a caved-in sternum... Nero had felt worse throughout his life both on the battlefield and in the bedroom. Although the onlooking crowd was in awe of his determination, this was child’s play for Nero.

He continued a relatively rapid army crawl towards Xenia awaiting him on the edge of the bed with wide open legs, and as he approached her between her legs, she put her finger under his chin lifting his head to eye her, “There truly is no one else I’d rather have at my side. But nonetheless remind me further please.”

She then snapped her fingers and pointed between her legs again. Nero grabbed both of her legs and placed his head directly into her pussy as he began to kiss and lick her.

Xenia reached down grabbing handfuls of hair as she moaned with pleasure. Her natural reaction was to enclose her legs around Nero’s head ever tighter.

Despite the increasing pressure around his skull, Nero diligently continued to pleasure his empress. Even as he could hear his own skull cracking under the pressure of his empress’s grip, he continued to give her the fuel for her pleasure feeding into a positive feedback loop resulting in her legs closing in tighter and tighter.

He knew the end game, and he didn’t think twice about it. Xenia fell back onto the bed squirming with pleasure as she yanked at Nero’s hair and bit her lip as she squeezed his head tighter and tighter forcing Nero’s face into her pussy for even more pleasure.

Xenia then heard a small ‘crack’ followed by another slightly larger ‘crack’. She smiled to herself with her eyes closed as she knew it was close. The feel of Nero between her legs and the eyes of the entire coliseum watching her left her writhing in silk sheets with a rising gush of pleasure which culminated with a strong squeeze from her legs completely crushing Nero’s head between her thighs.

Xenia let out a loud moan which rang throughout the coliseum. She continued to cry out and moan in pleasure as she slowly rubbed her legs together spreading and feeling the bony fragments, brain, and soft tissue of Nero’s imploded head between her legs as it eventually all fell to the ground.

Her moans of orgasmic pleasure were highlighted even more so as they rang throughout the coliseum due to the drastic silence which had washed over the crowd. Though they had heard rumors of Xenia’s miraculous healing abilities, most were not privy to her ability to bring the recently dead back to life.

For all they knew, they had just witnessed the death of the empire’s greatest warrior. They had just witnessed the end of a promising warrior they had hoped to serve by their empress’s side.

Xenia finally came down from her high of pleasure and leaned up in the bed ready to address the coliseum, “BloodStar Immortals are so named for many reasons. One of them being just that though... immortal.”

She then concentrated an immense amount of healing ki into her hand and directed it at Nero’s dead body. He quickly reanimated coming back to life as if he had never died, and the crowd remained in silence due to shock.

However, their shock quickly turned to elation as they began to cheer. Whispers rushed through the stadium, “Is she an empress or a goddess?” “She is the Goddess of Death! Our empire will never fall!”

Meanwhile, Xenia helped Nero up and welcomed him onto the bed, “Thank you for the mind-blowing, wedding-day orgasm. Not an easy part to play in front of all these people. But you’ve never had a problem with pleasing me whether its just me... or the entire empire watching.” She kissed him and laid him back on the bed with his head upon several soft pillows, “Allow me to repay the favor for all of my people to see. I want them to see how much I enjoy you. How much I approve of you.” She paused and then said, “But most of all, Nero, I want them to see how hard you cum for me.”