The Ecstasy of Bloodshed: My Most Perverse Memory

As I sit here, surrounded by the remnants of my last battle, I am reminded of the most perverse memory that still gets me hard to this day. It was during a particularly brutal duel, where I was fighting against a skilled warrior who refused to submit to my will. He was a fool, thinking he could take on the God of Blood’s chosen, but I was determined to break him. I remember the look of terror in his eyes as I pinned him to the ground, my armor digging into his chest, and my hands around his throat. The way he begged for mercy, his voice hoarse from screaming, only made me harder. I recall the feeling of power and control as I slowly squeezed the life out of him, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, and his body twitching in my grasp. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a rush of adrenaline that I’ve never experienced before or since. And, of course, the aftermath was just as satisfying, as I took great pleasure in breaking him, in making him mine. It’s a memory that I’ll always treasure, a reminder of my power and my unyielding desire for submission.

As I think back on that memory, I’m reminded of the God of Blood’s gift to me. My ability to harness his power, to tap into the chaos energy that courses through my veins, is a double-edged sword. On one hand, it gives me the strength and agility to take on even the most formidable opponents. But on the other hand, it also makes me a slave to my baser instincts, a slave to the desire for bloodshed and destruction. It’s a constant struggle, one that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to overcome. But it’s a struggle that I’m willing to endure, for the sake of my power, and my unyielding desire for submission.

I often wonder what it would be like to have someone truly worthy of my power, someone who could keep up with me, who could match my ferocity and my desire for bloodshed. But until then, I’ll continue to seek out those who dare to challenge me, who dare to try and take on the God of Blood’s chosen. And when I find them, I’ll break them, I’ll make them mine, and I’ll savor the ecstasy of their submission. For in the end, that’s what it’s all about: the pursuit of power, the pursuit of submission, and the never-ending cycle of bloodshed and destruction.