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

RE The Conquest by The People A human was unlikely to understand the politics of The People... breeding was a massively important thing to them but it wasn't about the purity of the blood, it was about the improving of the race. Using humans allowed for more rapid breeding but Isilmorte chose his slaves for a very particular reason. He of course appreciated the beauty of their forms, the softness of the flesh, the swell of breast and bottom, human beauty was something to be coveted by The People and to possess such quality was enviable... but more then that came the power princesses had. More often then not Royal families had a strong connection to magical power, an affinity for it and by taking the daughters of these families as his then he could ensure that his own heirs became more powerful, increasing their chance of holding higher position in society... And of course he could use their power as his own, drawing strength from them to improve his already impressive well of magic which could be drawn from. He could feel Emmalee's power and knew that he would feed well from her power, his tentacled wrapping around her body as he drew deep from her strength. As a High Archon he was only two tiers down from being the Supreme Archon of The People, and at only a century old he had a long time to make the climb, he was still a young male and more then virile enough to handle two slaves and a few more when the opportunity presented... larger kingdoms would come next and he would enjoy leading the charge to take those kingdoms. Mei-Lin has glossed over some details... He said slowly, his eyes narrowed as his fingers withdrew from her cunt and gave the ring through her clit a sharp tug as a punishment for displeasing him, her display and need not swaying him at all... the scent of virgin princess trembling in fear nearby overriding any thought that he might have to take his princess just right then. She screamed and threatened me for quite some time, more then once attempted to kill me. She is lucky that I found her cunt so enjoyable otherwise I would have just tossed her aside and allowed her to become a public slave, thrown into the street to be used by any who had even the slightest interest and most passing desire. For a moment he pressed forward, his hardened members grinding against her presented body for a few moments before he moved away from her, striding towards his newest acquisition with slow menace, let her tremble in fear, let her run... he would enjoy himself more if she tried to escape from his grasp. The sounds of battle from elsewhere in the castle were dying down, the conquest would soon be ending, any other minor nobility that survived would be enslaved and Isilmorte would take the throne as new forces were built up again. Look at her now though... He said, advancing slowly towards his chosen princess, tentacles in constant motion now. Pathetic and groveling for me to plant my seed deep within her, she has no more pride, she exists to serve me and she will do so until I tire of her. With a small shift of his hand he motioned for her to approach him from behind, starting to shrug off his robes but wanting her to take them away for him, using her as little more then an assistant before he raped his chosen new slave. When I am done with you I will have another obedient little cow who wants nothing more then to give me as much pleasure as she can, even if my pleasure comes from her pain.