Conquest of Sin Ch. 05

"I am Uzara, a Bitch of Sin. And your mistress." She declared with a purr and gently pulled Feowyn off her profane cock to walk towards the rooted humans.

Galathea was at the front, shaking and gasping when she felt a strange warmth pulsate out of the demoness. The pulsations filled her to the very core and felt her heart beat with it in harmony. Her crotch instantly became wet for being in the mere presence of an avatar of carnality and let out a weak whimper before collapsing onto her knees.

"Good girl." Uzara continued to purr as an actual purr of contentment began to vibrate out of her chest like a massive feline. As she got closer, the other servants followed suit, their bodies betraying them to the unnatural lust Uzara emanated like an aura.

The first servant to be grabbed was Galathea, the woman weakly trying to resist the demon as Uzara grabbed her by the neck and lifted her into the air. Then the length of white silk that kept Galathea from complete nudity was pulled away and allowed to fall to the ground, revealing her wet and unshaven sex.

She tried to kick at Uzara but was too weak to do anything, letting out a loud gasp when she was brought so close that she could smell the intense musk that permeated the demon's very flesh. Breathing it in was like drinking warm water, almost suffocating. A plume of lustful steam poured out of Uzara's mouth as she brought herself into the right mood for defilement.

"What is her name, Feowyn?"

Feowyn had already taken his place on his knees before the demoness. "Galathea, my dark goddess. She is the head servant of Cassia's."

"Then I will befoul you first." Uzara said with a grin, her tail moving to slide against Galathea's pussy while her other large hand grabbed the woman by the hip to aim her crotch towards her massive cock.

Galathea began to beg for mercy. "Please...it won't fit! You'll rip me apart!"

Uzara cooed in sympathy and stroked the woman's cheek in a soothing manner with her clawed thumb, nodding after a moment. "Look."

Galathea looked down and saw the cock that would split her in two to shrink into a more manageable size. It was impossible to feel relieved as she was still going to be ravished. Fighting the immense presence the demoness exerted upon her was becoming harder and harder to resist and the moan that left her wasn't one of despair but pleasure, the tail between her legs rubbing her still.

But it was time for the tail to leave and Uzara lowered her with her legs spread onto the nubbed tip of her demonic cock. Galathea couldn't resist the hiss of slight pain as her netherlips were touched by the steaming precum that drooled out the cumslit of Uzara's cock.

This made Uzara chuckle, steam coming out her mouth. "It'll feel good, don't worry."

She then looked to the other servants who had since then fallen to their knees and behinds while Feowyn's magic rooted them to the spot. Their expressions were of fear but also undeniable lust.

First she had Galathea to make love to and so she let go of her throat to hold her by the hips as she lowered her down and let gravity do the work for her. The woman clenched her eyes shut as Uzara's cock was still larger than anything the woman had ever taken and was being stretched to her limits.

Uzara made sure to take her slowly, wanting her to feel every inch of her godlike cock as it slips deep into her. Galathea's whimpers were on the verge of pleasured moans and she gasped each time one of the rings on Uzara's cock was pushed past her overstretched folds. After a long minute, the woman's crotch was stretched inhumanly wide, the ability to do that bestowed by the dark being currently ravishing her.

Uzara was only halfway in when she reached the entrance to her lover's womb and cooed in delight at the tightness surrounding her. "Mmm, your womb is next."

"Please...don't do it..." Begged Galathea. Uzara was surprised she was still thinking straight. No matter, she'll break soon enough.

Uzara then dragged her off of her cock, making her cry out in pleasure as the whole crotch-bulging mass was pulled out of her. The demoness didn't give her much respite for she immediately rammed herself back into her, punching the air out of Galathea in a loud cry.

This happened again and again, each time hitting the cervix that slowly yielded under the assault. Precum dripped down onto the floor as a frothy and steaming white mass with plenty of it dribbling down Uzara's cock and onto her studded ballsack. The demon watched Galathea's mind crumble in on itself under the intense pleasure, smiling lovingly amidst her own moans and groans.

Galathea's mind broke completely when she felt the ecstasy of having her womb breached by a massive cock. Everybody heard it as a gurgle and saw a few more inches of Uzara's cock sink into her crotch and created a bulge in her belly. She let out a guttural cry, her eyes rolling up and body going limp while her cunt began to squeeze and squelch around Uzara.

As her reward, Uzara's ballsack clenched to dump a load straight into her womb, filling her with vile corruption. The Bitch of Sin let it infuse the woman's very flesh while preventing the changes that would've followed in the wake of her becoming a demon-morph. She still needed the servants to look normal while tending to Cassia and slowly corrupting her.

"Praise the Patriarchs." Uzara breathed out in a plume of steam. Feowyn moved to lift Galathea off of Uzara's cock and took the insensate woman to a pillow pile. Steaming seed dribbled out of the woman and the elf licked his lips before grasping his own cock and plunged into her well-fucked and stretched cunt with a happy moan.

Uzara giggled at Feowyn's enthusiasm and then set her eyes on the other servants. "Who's next?"

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Veterius' court was a flurry of activity ever since the Mating as the nobility rushed to find any way they could to get on the new Empress' good side. Cassia found their attempts more amusing than anything else, enjoying the swathe of presents she'd been given. The presents ranged from prime and well-bred slaves from the Garkhan Dunes to exquisite jewelry and delicacies from the other provinces.

There was so much that she feared she'd get lost in it all!

After they've been Mated, Veterius made sure to have Cassia do her wifely duties at all times and today was no different as Cassia sat between her father's legs, cock in hand and worshipping it. The musky and bloated cock never ceased to fascinate her as she polished it before all of the court as Veterius settled disputes, held audiences and commanded the empire's armies.

Veterius would soon have to leave the palace to go manage the war to the east himself as the generals continued to be incompetent in subduing the elves and restoring order.

The last topic of the day concerned the massive influx of elven slaves into the slave trade. Veterius brought out the decree he had penned himself and declared that all elven slaves have been banned forthwith. All owned slaves of elven descent would be sent to the penal colonies of the southron islands.

Cassia, as she continued to polish her Emperor's member, was somehow saddened by the fact the slaves would be sent to the penal colonies. Those places were brutal and dangerous.

The sudden sympathy for the plight of slaves made Cassia stall in her suckles. It was uncharacteristic of her to be thinking like that. She would've shaken her head to banish those thoughts for now if she didn't have half of her father's glorious cock in her mouth.

Instead she focused back on her Emperor's musky groin and the large balls beneath his magnificent member. Amidst the talks of state and audiences, there were also quiet sucks from Cassia and stifled groans from Veterius. Both of the royals were shameless in their acts before the court for they provided an example to their people on how to act in public.

Soon enough, it was time for the court to close and Veterius and Cassia were left alone with their Praetorian Guard and advisors. Now that they were no longer preoccupied, Veterius grabbed his daughter's head with both hands, got off the throne and began to thrust into Cassia's throat.

Cassia gurgled in surprise at the sudden facefucking but she couldn't be happier as her father plunged deep into her throat and let her breathe in the musk of his trimmed pubes and feel that heavy sack slap her chin with each thrust.

Her father took her at a quick pace, filling the air with lewd gags and slaps of flesh until he went over the edge and dumped a heavy load straight down his daughter's throat and into her belly.

"Thank you, father." Cassia purred afterwards, plump lips swollen from hours of sucking, and smiled up at him from her position on the floor.

Veterius looked down upon her, a pleased look upon his face, and pulled down the hem of his battle-skirt to hide his cock. He helped her up onto her feet and kissed her on the lips despite her mouth and tongue tasting like his own cock.

Cassia heard Nayla shuffle in her heavy armor as she stood beside the throne, trying to act like she wasn't looking at the decadent display of father and daughter kissing like long-lost lovers.

It was Veterius who broke the kiss and stroked Cassia's cheek with his thumb afterwards. "You please me so, Cassia."

"I live to serve, your Highness." Cassia said without hesitation. She longed to move to her father's bedchambers so he can fuck her every night and morning but he was busy with so many things nowadays. The war, the slaves. He had little time to spend with her except when attending the court.

"I must go and prepare for tomorrow," Veterius said almost solemnly, still rubbing his daughter's cheek as he spoke. "I will leave Nayla and half of the Praetorian Guard with you in the palace. And I expect you to rule in my stead."

Cassia knew a day like that would come. She's of age and married to the Emperor as his Empress. Veterius had taught her statesmanship ever since she was a little girl, the Emperor plotting to marry her from the very beginning, and it was a great compliment for Cassia that he feels that she's ready to take his place in his absence.

"I will bring honor to the crown, father." She said with a small smile while her heart beated rapidly with excitement and the sudden pressure on her shoulders. She glanced at Nayla but her half-sister stared down the court towards the brass double-doors leading to the throne room.

Veterius smiled back, lowering his hand to sweep down her neck, across a naked breast and settled on her wide hip, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "I will only allow Nayla in your bed. Is that understood?"

Cassia bit her lip and nodded after a moment, looking back at the captain with thinly-veiled lust. This made her father chuckle and pull away. "Very good."

With that, the Emperor took his advisors and guards with him to the Battleroom in preparation for the trip ahead. His daughter stood a bit dumbly in his wake before she, too, went on her way.

She glanced towards Nalya's back as she retreated and sighed. Her sex was puffy and drooling with arousal. She couldn't wait for tonight to once again be pounded into the bed by that massive orc cock. She absolutely adored Nalya's strange endowment and, this a recent change as well, she was starting to care deeply about the woman.

She'd never expected to have her mind changed around like but, the last nine or so days since her blossoming being at the forefront. She even cared about slaves! Slaves!

Cassia was so deep in thought that she failed to notice the absence of her servants, or the fact that something was stalking her. Her bare feet led her to her bedroom, still thinking about how much her life has changed in a short span of time.

Something was changing inside of her, and she didn't mean her father's baby growing inside her belly. It didn't scare her as much as it intrigued her and a vague memory kept pestering her whenever she thought of the topic. It was a sexual one of a massive cock nearly choking her to death and dumping scalding seed like a flood.

She shivered from the idea.

The doors leading in were wide open and slowly closed behind her to give her her privacy. The young Empress' mind then switched focus to her arousal but also how tired she was. She'd been at court since early morning and despite only being there like a trophy wife and serving her father's amorous needs, she was still tired and thought of simply rubbing herself before having a nap.

She was halfway to the bed when an arm wound itself around her throat and felt the cold steel of a sharpened dagger kiss her slim belly. The arm squeezed so hard that it strangled her cry of surprise and made her choke out a gasp instead.

Finally she felt a warm body against her back, the assailant dressed in skin-tight silks, and the tanned skin of their hand told her it was an elf.

"Look at that, the little whore-empress all to myself." Purred a female voice, her breath hot against the Cassia's ear.

The elf had considerable strength in her arms as Cassia couldn't even think of forcing her way out of the choke hold. Her arms were free but the blade at her belly was ready to gut her on as much as a twitch.

Her assailant giggled, her shrill voice filled with terrifying delight to have managed to sneak into the palace undetected and strike at the Emperor's most prized possession; his daughter. "The Goddess has smiled down upon me to give me this chance. With you dead, Veterius will have no choice but to give us our freedom."

Cassia tried to swallow past the firm and sinewy arm clenching her throat closed and shut her eyes. What was she supposed to do? Her mind has gone blank and body stiff as a board from fear. Thoughts of running away, crying, screaming for help or curling up flew through her mind at breakneck speeds.

But nothing that would actually get her out of this. She's a helpless eighteen-year-old girl when stripped of her status as Empress.

The elf giggled once more, her grip around Cassia's neck winding tighter and started to truly choke her while the blade slid across her belly to gently split the skin and let the blood flow. A choked croak escaped from Cassia as pain flared across her belly.

"Too bad I don't know when your servants are coming back. So I'll make this quick."

Please no!

Before the blade could dig deeper than it already had, Cassia could breathe once more as the elf's arms came unwound by a mysterious force. The elf cried out in surprise as she was promptly disarmed, the dagger flying to the far corner of the room with a loud clatter.

Cassia, coughing, on her knees and shaking, watched as something invisible lifted the assassin into the air by the throat. She wasn't being choked as she continued to draw breath while clawing at the air in front of her.

"Unhand me!" She shouted, her efforts pointless as the grip around her throat was like unyielding steel.

The young Empress continued to watch the assassin float through the air towards the doors. She heard a whisper next to her ear. "Everything will be fine. You're safe now."

That voice was familiar. She knew she heard it somewhere...

The doors opened and the assassin was taken by the invisible being kicking and screaming. Suddenly the assassin went silent, leaving Cassia shaking in fear and relief while clutching her belly.

"Thank you..."