Thread: The Conquest by The People (darkest_fate and google)

RE The Conquest by The People Isilmorte hissed softly as the mouth of his pet stroked over the tentacle that had pressed into her mouth, two others reaching out to lightly stroke over her face, brushing at random over her smooth skin, through her silken hair, tightening at her throat for just a moment before the tentacle in her mouth began to slowly withdraw, teasing at her and stopping with just the tip at her lips, a silent signal to her that she was to worship the tentacle as though it were his member, to simulate with that smooth and powerful muscle what she had been trained for countless months to preform to his satisfaction. He wanted to provide to the Princess Emmalee an image of what was coming for her in the near future, what he had in store for her and an idea of the fact that she would come to enjoy and crave it. You sound as though you fear what I have in store for you. He said slowly, smiling again, a hint of which was visible through the gaps in the tendrils that hung from above his mouth, his eyes betraying the cruelties that ran through his mind. Moving slowly he stepped behind his slave, both sets of hands working in unison to remove the thin robes she wore and the silks soon followed. His large and cold hands played over her body as the scraps of silk were removed, hungrily cupping and squeezing the exposed flesh, peeling aside her lower lips to expose the moisture that he knew would be there along with the small ring of bright gold that pierces her clit. This was more then just enjoying the feel of her body for his pleasure, he was putting what was his on display and showing how much she enjoyed it... the tattoos that traced over her body declared her as his property, declared her undying devotion to him, proclaimed to any that could read it that she served at the pleasure of a powerful Archon and that she only held value so long as he remained pleased... the piercings and jewels were there for his amusement though... the gold that formed the piercings came from the melted down tiara she had once wore and the jewels that adorned her body came from rings and other adornments that had once graced her... an eternal reminder of what her place had been and where she was now. It is right that you are fearful. He chuckled, a dry sound that was only remotely recognizable. You stand before your new god, in my hands your life rests. Before long you will worship me as I desire, offering to me whatever it is that I desire, all that you have will be given to me and I shall take it and more. As a demonstration he pressed two fingers into the cunt that he was displaying. Tell her... He whispered into her ears. I want for you to tell her what it was like, tell her of what is in store for her, and tell her how you have come to serve me with all you are worth. Of course if the princess thought the stories of impregnation were a lie or hyperbole she was mistaken, the People had a low birth rate which is why it had taken so long to rebuild their power base... but they had learned... fertile human females could give birth to pure blooded beings with just a little bit of preparation, his slaves would be bred like cattle if it pleased him.