The God Emperor Ch. 03

"No. Briefly summarize, please."

"She spoke of how great Wundaria is, how it has resisted so long against the 'evil empire of the false god'. She spoke at length about the 'horrible oppression' that women in the Empire suffer. She claimed 'truth, freedom and equality would win out over vile misogynistic oppression', whatever that is supposed to mean. She said today was finally Wundaria's Day of Glory, how they had prepared for centuries for this battle, how the Goddess of Freedom guided them. It was at this point that she invoked the so called 'Goddess of Freedom' and beseeched her to appear.

"A blinding light flashed over the whole army, quick as a lightning strike. When the light faded, a single feminine figure stood on the highest of the seven altars behind the Queen. Shewas a Goddess, that much was obvious from the radiant power that came off of her in waves. She was tall, and strong limbed, with a soft face and bosom. Her hair was redder than blood, and it hung suspended about her head as if she were under water. A light of insanity blazed within her bright green eyes. The same light shone even more intensely from the red sword in her hand, and I turned my gaze from the blade to preserve my sanity."

"Eris!" I exclaimed. "So the Goddess of Chaos has made her move at last. I suspected as much. But I see in your face that you have more to tell, daughter. Do so."

Ismi nodded and spoke eagerly. This was clearly the part she had wanted to speak of earlier. "Once the army had cheered the appearance of their deity for a time, Queen Ypsili bellowed, 'Now is the time for the Great Ritual! For Liberty! For Equality! For Victory!' Then the Queen stepped aside, and said, "My own daughter Mikri, whom you all know and love, will perform the first sacrifice.'"

"At her mother's words, Mikri stepped up to the highest altar where the Goddess stood, leading her young lover by the hand. When they reached the stone table, Mikri turned to the young man and gave him a passionate kiss. Then, he turned toward the altar and put his forehead on the stone before the Goddess's feet. Mikri stepped up behind him and slit his throat."

Anwe hissed. I grimaced, feeling sick at hearing of this outrage. But the tale was not yet over.

Ismi continued. "The Goddess looked down at the blood flowing about her feet with a cruel smile of satisfaction. She reached between her legs and began to rub at her pussy as the man bled his lifeblood onto her altar. Then, the Goddess raised her blade of madness and touched the back of the dead man's head, and then the staff that was held out by Mikri. A portion of the mad red light passed from the blade into the staff, and the body of the young man jerkily rose to its feet. No more blood poured forth from the wound on his neck. His expression was one of dull, single-minded determination. Mikri's staff blazed with red light, somehow directing him to follow her as she walked down the steps to stand before the army. There, the young princess and her undead servant stood at attention, as, seven at a time, the women of Wundaria led their men to the alters to die and rise again. The Red-headed Goddess laughed and moaned in delight as she pleasured herself while the blood of a nation's men poured out on her altars. The army of the dead slowly gathered in ranks behind Mikri and her corpse of a lover, each zombie directed by a staff-wielding woman. They were still carrying out their foul ritual when I left, to report back to You, Father."

"Father, this ritual sounds like a combination of Voidish Necromancy with Eris's powers," Said Anwe. "She must have been gathering energy from the sacrifices as a byproduct of turning them into undead. Doubtless she will empower her undead servants with her Martial Madness. We should gather more forces before we attack in order to be sure of victory."

I stood. "We have no need of more troops," I said firmly. "I foresaw Eris's involvement in Wundaria. In truth that small, isolated land was the only possible place she could have been hiding. We need not fear her." I strode out of the room, the two Virgin Guard trailing at my heels. "We shall counter the power of one goddess with another."

High Priestess Valanepa was overseeing the erection of the goddess-shrines deeper within my command tent. She turned about as I approached, kneeling and bowing before me as was proper. Her incredible rack looked even better when pressed against the floor. "We are nearly finished, Glorious One," she reported. "The shrines of Hera, Athena, and Artemis are already prepared. Aphrodite, Demeter and Calypso's shrines will be complete within the hour."

"That is well, Val," I replied. "Athena is the one I want this night. You have brought the ring?"

"It rests already upon her altar," said Val. She licked her lips.

"I will permit you to bear witness, if you wish," I granted, then turned to the two Virgin Guard behind me. "Both of you as well." Anwe was disciplined enough not to react, but Ismi practically squirmed with anticipation as I led my three daughters into the part of the tent that had been set aside for reverence to Athena, Goddess of war and wisdom. The walls of the enclosed space were made of the same polished wood as the floor, rather than canvas. They were lined with shields, spears, and tapestries depicting epic battles. Front and center was an altar, fairly simple in design, but with a stylized owl engraved on the front. Atop the altar was a small box. I opened the box, removing the finger-ring of adamantium contained within. The small circlet of greenish metal weighed an incredible amount considering its small size, more than a stone the size of my head would have. Without difficulty, I slipped the ring onto the index finger of my right hand and crooked my finger, tugging on the ethereal string that connected to divinity.

With a flash of light, she materialized next to her altar. Of all the Goddesses, Athena is the youngest in appearance. She had the look of a girl barely old enough to be called a woman, but the illusion of youth was pierced by her bright gray eyes that seemed to see and know all. Ancient eyes. Her hair was a brown, shoulder-length braid, her chin small and pointed, her arms and legs toned and athletic, her waist slim. The Goddess of Wisdom's bust was smallest of all the Goddesses, but still more than considerable by mortal standards. Those orbs of feminine divinity were pressed close to her chest beneath a breastplate of shining bronze. In one hand, she carried a shield that seemed to radiate calm and order, and in the other a spear that poured forth fear and discipline into all who looked upon it. Around her neck was the adamantium collar that bound her conveniently to my ring. Of course, it was not the collar that made her my slave, but rather that which hung between my legs.

The gray-eyed Divinity bowed her head to me respectfully, though she didn't show the obeisance protocol required. "Hail to You, God over Goddesses, Emperor of the Universe and Master of the Harem of Goddesses. As You have summoned me, so I come to serve. But can it be that You actually require the assistance of a War Goddess against this tiny nation of hill barbarians?"

She spoke challengingly, her words full of the bite that only young women can evoke. That was not surprising. Athena tends to get snippity when she's horny.

"Eris is with the Wundarians," I stated. Upon hearing this, Athena's manner changed, and she became contemplative.

"Eris. Then the rebellion ends at last." She shifted almost nervously, before asking, "If I assist You in her defeat, will you finally forgive me?" She fingered the collar around her neck.

Lifting her chin gently with my fingers, I said, "I forgave you more than twelve hundred years ago, pet. The First Male God forgave you even as he bled and died." My voice hardened. "But the collar stays. Forever."

Athena bit her lip and nodded. "Perhaps that is wise, Lord." She stepped back, her combative attitude returning. "Lets get on with it then. If You're man enough. Take me if You think You URGKK!" Her voice cut of as my hand encircled her neck and squeezed. Her spear and shield clattered to the ground as her fingers clamped on my arm, trying to break my hold on her throat. I smiled. Then with a violent surge I seized her breastplate and tore it from her body, exposing her divine body to the air, to me, and to the two Virgin Guard and the High Priestess behind me. The sight made cheeks flush, lips part and cunts moisten.

Athena's also moistened, the smell of divine pussy filling the room. She continued to resist, however, raining practiced, precise, powerful, and utterly ineffective blows onto my inviolate body. I laughed, giving each of her perfect tits a hard slap, making the goddess cry out in pain and arousal. Carelessly I shoved her to the ground. She kicked viciously at my knee, her blow dealing no damage whatsoever. I fell upon her, rolling her over and seizing her braid in my fist and pulling her head back as I pinned her to the ground.

The war-goddess was pinned beneath me like a frog, utterly helpless. She kept struggling fruitlessly, but with all her strength as I shifted atop her, bringing my Ultimate Weapon of Divine Subjugation to bear. With a surge of sexual violence I thrust the two-and-a-half foot shaft to the hilt in Athena's supernaturally tight cunt, utterly crushing her puny resistance. Dominating, invading, and subjugating her divine body, making itmine. As a war-goddess, she would accept nothing less than to be taken by force and fucked with the violent fury of a thousand rapes.

That fury and more she surely received. The floorboards cracked beneath my second thrust as my hips slammed into her tight, muscular ass. The grey-eyed goddess groaned as her gash was gaped by the fundamental force that fucked the universe into existence. Such was the force of my fucking that a mortal woman's bones would have been turned to powder beneath me, but Athena just took it and screamed in pleasure. Her cries of ecstasy shook the aether as my thrusts shook the earth for miles around. All her famous wisdom was driven right out of her skull as orgasmic pleasure flooded her every synapse.

On an altar a few miles away, another goddess heard her screams of ecstasy through the aether and bit her lip in vindictive jealousy, as the blood of her worshipers pooled around her feet.

A few feet away, a High Priestess, and two Virgin Guards were driven into a Sapphic frenzy by the overwhelming sexual energies radiating from the Divine Fuck that was taking place mere yards from where they knelt. Valanepa guided and controlled the lesbian three-way, taking care that neither fingers nor tongue ever penetrated the bodies of the two Virgin Guard. Their Oath of Virginity was both sacred and strict, and it would be a shame if it were violated in a moment of helpless passion. Still, the fondling and licking of tits didn't violate the oath and neither did the rubbing or sucking of clits. Within moments the Guardswomen were putty in Val's hands, moaning and cumming from the expert ministrations of her fingers and tongue.

After only a few minutes of Divine Fucking, the floor beneath the prone goddess had been pounded to splinters. Now I fucked her into the dirt, which moistened as she squirted and gushed continuously from the fury of the orgasms I inflicted on her helpless body. Material laws like the conservation of mass don't apply to goddesses, and so the volume of Athena's squirt quickly surpassed the weight of her own physical body. Before long I was rutting her divine body deep into wet, goopy mud.

With a fist in her hair, I pulled back her head, making her divine spine creak with strain. I roared, "WHO OWNS YOU, BITCH?"

"MASTER!" screeched the goddess of wisdom. "LORD, EMPEROR OF MORTALS, GOD OVER GODDESSES! I BELONG TO YOU!"

With that, I slammed her once more and came inside her. With mortal women like Jeanne and Xiee, I limit myself out of necessity, to avoid their grizzly death. I still have to limit myself when I lay with goddesses as well, since my power is infinite and their ability to receive is not. That said, a goddess is capable of handling a lot more than a mortal woman. I'd given Jeanne and Xiee a gallon of my Divine Seed in each of their wombs. To Athena, I gave a lake.

My orgasm went on for the better part of twenty minutes. My balls swelled and hummed with power as they pumped vast torrents of seed into Athena's goddess pussy at astonishing speed. The body of a goddess is both her physical manifestation, and a pathway to her true self that exists on another plane. She exists everywhere simultaneously, inside of everything, as a fundamental force of the universe. As I blasted my load into Athena, her body absorbed my Seed as quickly as I could produce it, fueling and strengthening her power throughout the cosmos.

Even goddesses have limits as to how much power they can absorb. Eventually her belly began to swell as my seed was no longer being absorbed into the aether. I tore my Cock free from her divinely tight twat, blasting a final spurt across her back and ass, coating her in a thick layer of white goo. I stepped back, whipping a few drops of sweat from my brow as I observed my handiwork. The Gray Eyed Goddess of wisdom lay quivering, face down in a crater in a hole in the floor before her altar, half buried in mud. Her belly was swollen as if with eight months of fecundity, cum coating her strong back and muscular ass. Even more of the thick fluid was continuously pouring from her stretched and gaping gash, pooling between her spread legs. Although my Seed would empower her metaphysically, her physical body would need an hour or two to recover from the power-fuck I had just inflicted upon it. A job well done.

Once my tryst with Athena was complete I went to my sleeping chamber. There, seven beautiful women of the Harem of Whores awaited me, lying languidly on a floor heaped with furs. After I had fucked all seven into unconsciousness, I settled atop their naked, tangled, sleeping bodies and fell into a deep slumber.

-

The next morning my troops were organized in ranks as the dawn broke behind us. I stood above and behind my men, content to watch the battle unfold and to allow my men to earn glory. In the fore of our force were the mightiest men of the outer empire: the heroes descended directly from me.

Greatest of these heroes was Brawm Giantsbane. No other man in the army could match his size, speed, or might. Brawm's father was Burl, who was my son by my High Priestess Valanepa, who is herself my daughter. In addition, Brawm's mother was the Priestess Persephonia, who was my daughter by Reginalda Tanbalm of the Harem of Whores. Thus mighty Brawm was my grandson twice over, as well as my great-grandson once over. My blood thundered in his veins, making him the greatest of men. This mighty warrior carried a seven-foot sword forged from the iron spine of the giant Fremder, whom Brawm slew. The only other mortal who could even lift the blade was the giantess Fremdara, daughter of the giant Fremder and loyal sex slave to Brawm.

Second to Brawm in glory was Porozdatus the thousand-father. He was upright and strong for a man of seventy years, and his gaze and mind were both razor sharp. Two shapely centauresses pulled his chariot. Behind him followed a veritable army of his sons and grandsons, more than five hundred of them. All were strong, hale, and mighty, but not even the strongest among them could pit his might against that of their venerable patriarch, old as he was.

Third in might and renowned was Dispegadax, clad in a humble hood and cloak. Dispegadax was not only a famous warrior, but also a feared assassin, a peerless woodsman and survivalist, and a legendary misogynist. Unlike virtually every other man of the Outer Empire, he never took women as his sex slaves, preferring to rape and then abandon them, leaving them pining for his touch. This habit of his earned him the epithet, "Hammer of Bitches" in some parts of the world. Only one slave he keeps, a young waif named Laige who desperately adores and desires her master. But Dispegadax would never take the young slave into his bed, allowing her only the menial duties of prep and clean-up. The young girl believes he treats her thus because he is not attracted to her, but I suspect he refrains from taking her because he actually likes the girl. For Dax, sex is a way to show contempt.

The fourth greatest man was not present at the front of the army. Mshale Snake-shooter lounged upon a plush seat in his pavilion a quarter mile back from the front lines, sipping a drink and enjoying the oral devotion of a pair of sensuous nagas, monster girls with serpentine lower bodies. When a messenger had arrived earlier to summon him to battle, he had replied that he could hit the enemy just fine from where he sat, thank you very much. His bow was in hand and a quiver of arrows sat beside his seat.

The red-gold light of a new day illuminated the force of our foe arranged against us across the valley. In the center of the Wundarian formation, the women stood in close formation, clad in clean white linen tunics and wielding staves that blazed with mad red light. The undead puppets that had once been the men of Wundaria were arrayed before the women and on both sides. Eris's ritual had stripped them of the entirety of their masculine virtue save only the will to self-sacrifice. Each man would follow the command of his staff-wielding mistress absolutely and uncreatively to the death. They did not shamble or stumble, however. Each man maintained his full strength and skill. Only his will was gone.

Queen Ypsili stood in a similar position to myself, above and behind her army on the other side of the valley. She wore a heavy, intricately embroidered gown with a train that dragged behind her a few paces. The garment fit snuggly about her ample hips and slim waist, and was cut low at the bust, framing a truly magnificent pair of royal tits that wobbled slightly with each step she took. A bronze circlet sat atop her strait black hair, symbolizing her authority as Wundaria's Queen. Behind her the banner of Wundaria flew proudly in the morning breeze: a golden mountain cat rampant on a blue field.

From the Wundarian host a single feminine figure in heavy armor came forth across the no man's land, carrying a white flag of truce. My men parted to allow her to approach within ten paces of me. When she arrived, the armored woman removed her helm, revealing a face bearing a familiar resemblance to the proud queen on the hilltop across the valley.

"I am Ischyri Gynaika, First Princess of Wundaria." She haughtily proclaimed. She jutted her chin toward me. "I seek parley with the false god. You are he?"

Valanepa stepped up beside me and spoke. "You are in the presence of the God Emperor over all Mortals and Goddesses, Ruler of All Orifices and Rapist of the Universe. The proper protocol would be for you to strip off all your clothing and kneel and bow your head to the floor."

Ischyri sneered, ignoring Val and speaking to me. "I have come to deliver to you the conditions of your surrender."

I laughed, saying, "I permit you to enumerate these terms, daughter of Ypsili, so that my followers and I may be amused by your arrogance. Speak."

"First, you must renounce and repudiate the false claim that you are a living god." Silence greeted this pronouncement.

"And what else?" I prompted her.

"You must proclaim equality between men and women, renouncing your absurd misogynistic claims of male superiority and abolishing male supremacy. You must establish a system of full social, political, and economic equality between men and women." Ischyri had to shout the second half of this pronouncement over the uproarious laughter of my army. A few men actually fell down, rolling on the ground in their hilarity. Even the contingent of Virgin Guard at my back had a hearty laugh at such a ridiculous idea as equality between men and women.