The God Emperor Ch. 03

With that, she began to sink slowly down, impaling her cunt upon the Cock of God. She was clearly fighting the sensations of pleasure rising within her, trying not to be drowned by them so she could maintain control of her body and thereby please me. Despite her best efforts, she had her first orgasm when my cock was a quarter of the way inside her. The muscles of her strong legs twitched violently and her hips bucked, but gritting her teeth, the Queen of Chivalry continued to push her quim further down the thick shaft of my cock all the way to the base. As soon as the cheeks of her strong, pale posterior touched the bronzed muscles of my thighs and the lips of her twat were wrapped tightly around the base of my rod, she came again, harder. This time she indulged a bit, pausing to enjoy the feeling of being physically and spiritually filled by the power of my Cock. It is the greatest pleasure, happiness, and fulfillment a woman can feel. Once her orgasm had ran its course through her nervous system, she started to push herself back upwards, faster this time. She began to ride me.

The ride of Jeanne, Queen of Chivalry, was a feat of strength and endurance greater even than any she had ever performed on the battlefield. She was essentially performing thousands of squats while balancing on my thighs, with the added resistance of my massive cock impaling her on the downstroke and the broad head pulling at her pussy on the upstroke, all while in a state of near continuous ultra-powerful orgasm. I was suitably impressed. It was an effort worthy of a song. But I did not cum.

After twenty minutes or so Jeanne began to falter. Her breathing was labored, her pace slowing, her legs quivering with exhaustion and ecstasy. Finally she met her limit. As she struggled to rise one more time, her legs gave out, her feet slipping from my thighs. She collapsed forward onto me, full bosom cushioning her impact with my iron-hard pectorals. Gravity slowly pulled her pussy down my cock one final time. "I am sorry, my Lord, my God, I have failed You," Jeanne half-panted, half wailed. "I am disgraced as a knight. Your glorious honor is besmirched by my failure."

At last, I stirred myself. I wrapped my arms tightly around the Queen of Chivalry. Although she was a tall woman and strong, I could tell she felt small and helpless encircled by my mighty arms. "You have forgotten something important, Jeanne of Francess," I whispered playfully into her ear. "You're not a knight. You are a sex slave." With that, I hauled her body upward and then slammed my hips up into her, shoving my cock to the base in her twat once more. She cried out in helpless pleasure, squirting all over my lap as I withdrew for a swift second thrust, delivered with gusto. I fucked her in that position, nailing her at quadruple the pace she had ridden me. Her arms and legs twitched uncontrollably as she lost motor control, pleasure taking over her brain. Her eyes rolled up in her head. Finally she began to drool. By the time I was ready to blow my load in the Queen of Chivalry, not a single scrap of her dignity remained.

I pulled her down hard as I erupted. My massive ballsack contracted with enough force to bend steel as I pumped a gallon of nearly boiling seed into the womb of the once-proud queen. Her physical pleasure was supplemented by primal joy as she felt my jizz exploding inside her, impregnating her with my Divine Offspring. When the storm was finally through, I lifted her up off my cock and set her gently on the floor. A steady stream of thick, white goo flowed from her gaping gash as she gasped for air.

After a moment, Jeanne struggled with quivering arms to push herself up onto her knees again. I raised an eyebrow questioningly. She rasped, "Even a sex slave... has honor... and duty. I have soiled the Cock of my God... with my unworthy pussy... I must clean Him!"

I shrugged, deciding to give her a hand. I pulled her up by her hair so that her mouth was only a few inches from my erect rod. The shaft glistened with a mix of her juices and my own omnipotent seed. Dutifully, she licked every inch of my Cock until no trace of her pussy remained upon it. Finally she gave the tip a lingering kiss before reluctantly sitting back on her heels. "I am finished, Glorious God."

"Good girl," I said. "Rest for a while." I put my foot squarely between her breasts and shoved her onto her back. Obedient to my will, she relaxed into languid bliss and did not rise.

My Cock, on the other hand, was still rock hard and ready for more. I beckoned to Xiee Cuanwei, once empress of Dong, who was now kneeling in a small puddle of her own juices, nearly mad with arousal.

"The same boon I offer to you, Xiee," I said. "You too may choose how you will serve."

The eastern empress shook her head. "I have no illusions about my own physical abilities, Divine One. I can only offer myself to You without reservation. I only request that You treat me with all the respect and dignity due my exalted station."

Laughing, I stood.

Long ago, in the years before my conquest of the east, Xiee Cuanwei had been a courtesan in the imperial palace of Dong. The aged emperor of that ancient land had fallen madly in love with her, and the cruel concubine manipulated him to her own ends. She first convinced him that his wife of thirty years and all their sons and daughters were plotting against him, and had them executed. Then, when the old man had no heirs left, she murdered him and seized the throne for herself.

The Usurper Queen's cruelty and capriciousness were legendary. She doubled the imperial tax in order to build a massive new palace for herself. When it was complete, she executed the architects and all the workers so no one but her knew of the secret passageways and hidden rooms. She feasted every day, gorging herself on the best food and wine, taking hundreds of lovers and ordering the death of each one after a single night in her arms. She easily crushed every rebellion against her with her incredible strategic acumen and brutal disregard for human life, though never in her life did she ever wield a weapon, wear armor, or even ride a horse.

When I finally invaded the land of Dong during the Ascension Wars, Cuanwei waged a brutal guerrilla war against my superior forces. She burned her own villages and executed her own peasants to keep resources from my armies. She callously sacrificed her own troops to lead my men into ambushes. She sent hordes of assassins disguised as prostitutes into my camp to eliminate me and my officers. That particular tactic backfired. Between their screams of pleasure and begging for more cock, the assassins eagerly revealed Xiee's location. Armed with this vital intel I was finally able to corner the Evil Empress.

When I entered her royal tent I found the Usurper Queen reclining seductively on a bed of silk and goose feathers, clothed only in a wisp of silk that covered nothing. I knew that even with her army defeated and scattered she had still not abandoned her thirst for power and control. She clearly meant to manipulate me with lust as she had the former emperor from whom she had seized power in the first place.

As I entered her tent, she raised her head from her pillow of down feathers and cooed seductively, "Oh great conqueror, I resist you not. My body is yours for the taking, I offer myself without reservation. I only request that you treat me with the dignity and respect due my exalted station."

That request I granted. I treated her withexactly as much respect as she deserved.

And now I would again.

As I stepped forward toward the kneeling slave-empress, the evil almond-eyed beauty opened her mouth, salivating at the prospect of fellating my mighty phallus. But instead of pushing my colossal club of cockflesh into her mouth, I slapped her across the face with it. Her head snapped to the side with the force of the blow. Stunned, she fell onto her back. I squatted over her and lowered my ballsack onto her face, covering her cruel beauty with my titanic testes. Eagerly she began to lap the underside of my nuts, happy to accept anything her Masculine Master allowed. As the slant-eyed slut eagerly slurped on my sack I hefted my Cock once more, bringing it down hard on Xiee's prone body. She squealed in pain, shaken to the core by the impact of my mighty rod across her curvy breasts, soft belly and shapely thigh. With my balls still sitting on her face, I rained brutal Cock-blows all over her, beating her hard with the singular object of all her desire. She was going to have phallic bruises all over her for weeks. All the while she sucked dutifully on my nads, save only for a few moments after my Divine Dick struck her sodden pussy. She needed those moments to scream and squirt.

At last I grew bored of delivering the cock beating, and so I pulled back my hips, dragging my arm-thick shaft across Xiee's face. She kissed and licked my Cock with even greater eagerness then she had my balls. Once in position with the tip of the enormous head pressed against her lips, I shoved my Cock into her mouth and down her throat without hesitation. Her gag reflex resisted but was instantly overcome, for my Cock could not be denied. Her throat bulged obscenely with my girth. I could clearly see the outline of the head and the shaft sliding down her esophagus through the flesh of her neck as I rammed home the first thrust of this epic face-fuck.

My balls, still slick with Xiee's spit, slapped loudly against her forehead, eyes and nose as I rutted two and a half feet of cock into her mouth over and over. As I fucked her face, I amused myself by idly squeezing, slapping, and pinching her fat tits. Laughing, I enjoyed my power over the defenseless empress as she writhed beneath me in pleasure, pain, and arousal. I treated her like a toy for my amusement. Like an object that existed only for my pleasure. Like a merething that existed to be used.

Like a woman.

Eventually I tired of her slutty mouth. The stench of Xiee's dripping, sodden pussy was permeating the tent, begging aromatically for my cock. As I pulled my staff of masculine might from her overstretched esophagus, the evil empress sucked on it with all her strength, as if by force of suction she could keep it inside her. It was not to be. With a veritable explosion of spit I pulled the broad helmet forth from her tight lips, smirking as her face was further soiled by her own saliva. She gasped desperately for air even as she moaned piteously with desire for my Cock and Cum.

Her disappointment was short-lived, for she had to wait less than three seconds before my cock slammed home into her pussy. I seized her by the hair and threw her on top of the table so that she was bent over at the waist. She pushed her fat ass up eagerly, juices running in rivulets down her legs. I slammed my cock into her eager snatch with a bit more force than was strictly necessary. Thankfully someone in my Harems (probably Liana) had foreseen the inevitability that someone was going to get fucked on this table. It was built quite sturdily, and bolted to the floor to prevent it from sliding before the force of my thrusts. Xiee's prodigious posterior bounced nicely as it was slammed by my driving hips. She yowled and squirted all over the map, which was waterproof (thank you, Liana) and clamped down hard on my invading rod.

Briefly Xiee attempted to shove her hips backward in time with my driving thrusts, but she couldn't keep up with my pace. Instead she lay passively on the table, writhing and screaming as I pounded her pussy. The view of her ass bouncing before me really was an exceptional treat. I seized one fat, jiggling buttcheek in my mighty hand, sinking my fingers deep into her pliable flesh, and shoved my thumb into her asshole. I used my grip on her behind to pull her back into my pounding hips, fucking her even harder.

This seizing of her back-end assets drove the wicked woman absolutely insane. She came immediately and thunderously, beginning an orgasm that pretty much continued unabated for the remaining thirty minutes of our current fuck-session. There were still highs and lows in the absolute avalanche of pleasure she was experiencing, but the lows never dipped below the peak of an ordinary orgasm. The heights of her pleasure were essentially equivalent to being struck by lightning, ecstasy contorting her muscles so powerfully that she nearly broke her own bones.

It is well that there are so many who serve in my Three Harems. To receive the Lust of my Divine Cock is every woman's ultimate desire, but it isnot easy, and my Lust is without limit.

Finally I gave the Usurper of Dong one final ass-jiggling, cervix bruising, ecstasy inducing slam and exploded deep within her. A gallon of thick, life giving, all-impregnating goo surged from my balls, up the shaft of my cock and spurted directly into Xiee's fertile, receptive womb. She was pregnant, for my Divine Seed never fails. Even a single drop of my All-Virile Sperm spilled onto a woman's labia will result in a pregnancy, one hundred percent guaranteed. Xiee had a fresh, nearly-scalding gallon of spunk in her uterus, and so her fecundity was more than merely inevitable.

Slowly I wrenched my massive shaft from the shivering sheaf that was Xiee Cuanwei, allowing my Seed to pour forth from her gaping gash. Little jolts of pleasure still tormented the diminutive Demoness of Dong, making her thighs twitch and her breath come raggedly. I returned to my chair having never broken a sweat. My Cock was still rock hard.

For a moment I contemplated summoning another bitch, but that was when Anwe returned. She passed through the tent flap as silently as a ghost, and fell to one knee before me. "Father, Ismi has completed her mission. She is ready to report if it pleases You."

"Very well," I allowed. "Come here, Ismi. Give your report."

The young Guard was waiting just outside the tent flap. She entered nearly as silently as her elder sister, kneeling beside her before me. Ismi was one of the youngest members of the Virgin Guard. Her black clothing clung tightly to a slim, tight, youthful body, with small breasts and runner's legs. She glanced at the well-fucked, sleeping forms of my two haremites with obvious envy before directing her full attention toward her father, where it belonged.

"As You have commanded Father, I have approached the Wundarian army by stealth and have observed their forces and operations. I have also spied on the royal family of the Wundarians and... more importantly, I have seen something most disturbing. The enemy are-"

I cut her off with a gesture. "Start by describing the royal family."

"But Sire! Their Forces are-"

Without looking, Anwe clouted her little sister on the back of the head. Anger momentarily blazed in Ismi's eyes, but that was quickly replaced by shame as she realized that she haddisobeyed my command. She bowed her head to the floor. "My deepest apologies, Father. I submit myself to You for punishment and correction. I merely thought that You should know the most important information as quickly as possible."

"You are forgiven," I said indulgently. I can be generous with the Virgin Guard sometimes. Theirs is a difficult lot, for they must remain virgins despite their demigod libidos. "I wish to know the context for all this information. For every play, you must first introduce the cast. Now, describe to me the Wundarian Royals."

"Yes Father," Ismi replied hastily. "The family that rules in Wundaria are named Gynaika. They are of a color and shape like most Wundarians: medium of build, dark of hair, pale of skin. Unusually large eyes they have, the color of stormclouds. The Queen is Ypsili Gynaika, a striking woman in her mid-thirties. She is a matronly beauty, ample of hip and thigh. Her bust is most impressive. In size, roundness and firmness her bosom rivals even the bustiest of Your two mortal harems. Ypsili has three daughters. The eldest is Ischyri, a woman in her early twenties. She is taller than her mother, and strong of body, clad in armor and wielding a spear. From how she spoke, I believe she intends to fight on the front lines. The second daughter is named Ochi. I could not get a good look at her, for she always wears a hooded black cloak that covers her entire body from head to foot. I am ashamed to report that I never caught sight of so much as a single hair on her head."

Anwe and I shared a significant glance. That sounded an awful lot like a Void Priestess.

"The third and youngest daughter is named Mikri," continued Ismi. "She is barely old enough to be called a woman, and her eyes are filled with sweet naiveté. She wears a white linen garment and wields a staff, as do most of the women in the Wundarian force. Mikri has a lover, a young man her own age named Anoitos. The two are seldom apart.

"I was able to eavesdrop as Queen Ypsili conferred with her daughters before giving a speech to her assembled army. Their conversation went as follows:

"First, Queen Ypsili greeted her daughters, saying 'Welcome, Princesses of Wundaria. Our Day of Glory has finally come. I trust the three of you are prepared?'

'Of course, my Queen,' replied Ischyri, the eldest daughter. 'The men have been trained in the spear, the blade, and the axe in keeping with the teachings of our Goddess. Every one of them is prepared to die for Wundaria and the Glorious Liberation of the world.' Her voice was strong and confident.

The youngest daughter, Mikri, was more hesitant. She said, 'The women of Wundaria are prepared to do our part as well, but... Is the Great Ritual really necessary?' She glanced nervously toward Anoitos, her lover, who was standing a respectful distance behind her.

'Of course it is necessary,' said the cold voice of Ochi, the middle sister. 'Our enemies may worship a false god, but make no mistake, they control the entire world. Our soldiers would never be able to defeat their forces. Not with only mortal strength.'

"But this thing we are about to do... it is monstrous!" replied Mikri.

"Our men know what is required of them," said Ischyri firmly. "They will do their duty. We must endeavor to make their sacrifice worth something." She didn't sound happy about it either, but she was resigned.

"Falter not, daughters," said Queen Ypsili. "The Goddess of Freedom herself has prepared this plan for us. She taught us the Ritual that will save us and liberate the world from the oppression of the false god. If we carry out Her will with faith all will be well."

"Her will," rasped the black shrouded middle sister Ochi, "And the will of the Greater Goddess, the one that is within her and all of us, and all things that are and are not. Her Will is what we do this day. No matter the cost, the Aberration must be overthrown and destroyed!"

Ochi's mother and two sisters gazed at her, looking a mix of perplexed and disgusted. "Have a care, Ochi," whispered Queen Ypsili. "We of Wundaria worship the Goddess of Freedom, not the... thing you revere. Until now I have tolerated your unorthodoxy. Do not make me regret that decision."

"All will come around in time," replied Ochi softly. "Oh yes, one day all will bow before the Sacred Emptiness."

But her mother and sisters were already heading for the platform from which they would address the troops, and none heard her.

Ismi shifted uncomfortably. "There was a sort of... wrongness about her. I concluded that she must be a Void worshiper, from her words and appearance. Should I have struck her down on the spot?"

"We do not yet know if she may yet be redeemed," replied Anwe.

"Queen Ypsili went then to address her army, which was before her on the plateau. Behind her were seven alters carved into the stone of the cliff. Ypsili gave her speech. It was somewhat lengthy, and full of blasphemies. Would you like me to recite it in its entirety, Father?"