The Island Ch. 21

Well, this was certainly different.

I found myself sitting on what could only be described as a throne in the same vaulted, cavernous stone temple-looking... thing as the one in which I had first met Freya. But whereas that one looked ancient, filled only with battered sconces and tattered tapestries, this one looked like the construction crew had cleared out only yesterday. The weathered grey stone was now pristine white marble, the faded tapestries, and banners were now vibrant and full of color, and the impressive-looking chair that had rested on Freya's dias was a pale imitation of the splendor of the one I now sat in.

That wasn't the different part, though. Freya, gloriously naked, stood to one side of my perch, Lousia, equally as naked, stood on the other... wait, not Louisa, that smile of earned superiority and the sparkling glow in her eyes could only belong to one person; Mother stood on the other side of me, and the women of our group - all of them with the exception of Louisa, including Zoe and Caroline - were kneeling, just as naked, on the ground in a semi-circle around me.

The look of undiluted adoration in each of their eyes was breathtaking. This was not simple attraction; this wasn't even arousal; this was worship!

And what's more, I deserved it.

I had rescued them from the danger; I had vanquished the threat; I had defeated the demon. I was a demi-god, half-mortal man, and half-divine being. As gorgeous as each of them was in their own right, they were beneath me. They were looking up at the only supreme being they had ever seen, and their puny little human minds simply couldn't comprehend the majesty of my greatness. I was not their lover; I wasn't their leader; I wasn't even their Master. I was their King, their God-King. They belonged to me in the same way that cattle belonged to a herdsman. Mine to use and shape as I saw fit, mine to take and reward if they pleased me, and mine to discard when they had served their purpose.

Three of them were already doing just that. Their names came slowly to me as if they were trivial, unimportant details, but they did come eventually. Hayley, Hannah, and Robyn were already ladened with my progeny. Their purpose in life - to bear my heirs - was currently fulfilled, although Robyn didn't know about her value yet. That was their reason for being. In the grand schemes of the mighty, it was the only real value they had above mere distraction.

Yet, they were but the first of many. More were coming. More fertile vessels would be brought to my kingdom, tamed, enthralled, and bred to carry my army... an army that would blaze through the heavens and wipe it clean to make way for my reign. There was nothing in the realms of gods or men that were equal to my greatness.

The world and everyone in it were my birthright.

"My Lord," a feeble voice echoed from the floor beneath me. I cast my gaze down to the eldest of my harem, the doctor... Amy. "Please allow us to serve you, to worship your god-cock in the way that only you deserve. Let us give you our bodies, bless us with your seed. We are nothing but your loyal, devoted little pets!"

A gruff grunt fell from my lips, and I nodded. Three of them, Amy, Liz, and Zoe, clambered forward, crawling to keep themselves prostrate before me, only Amy having the boldness to glance up to my judgemental eyes as they opened my silk-like robe to expose the glory of my godhood.

Three hungry coos followed three gasps. I looked down to admire my little whores, only to find even myself admiring the new size of my new stature. At least three times the length and double the thickness of my mortal appendage, this was a cock that looked like it could disembowel, or at least seriously injure, any mortal woman brave enough to try to take it.

For clarity, this was the different part.

"My Lord," Zoe groaned, her eyes dilating in pure need as she leaned forward to inhale my musk. "You bless us." Looking down in reverent respect, she kept talking. "I submit myself to you, to your will, to your pleasure. Use me as you will, take me, breed me, destroy my body and my mind with the pleasure that only your godliness can give. Please, gift me your seed, and make this unworthy cunt, whole."

My cock twitched in approval.

The other two whores groaned.

A large pearl of my precum leaked out of the tip of my engorged weapon.

The whores groaned louder.

But something ticked at the back of my mind as I held my gaze on Zoe. There was something different about her; it was almost like she didn't belong. The others all seemed to be in the exact place they needed to be, but Zoe was different. I flicked a glance up to the rest of my concubines, my playthings, my stable of pets. Another there seemed equally out of place. Caroline.

"Stand!" I barked at Zoe as my other hand pointed an enormous finger at Caroline and then to the spot on the marble floor next to Zoe. She didn't need to be told twice and, with her head bent low, scrambled forward to heed my command.

"Serve!" I grunted down at the still supplicant Amy and Liz, almost as eager to get my release as they were to provide it. I could smell them on the air. I could taste their arousal, I could feel their devotion and their unquestioning loyalty. Now it was time to feel the passion of their worship. I let out a deep, satisfied rumble of a moan as two mouths attached themselves to me. Amy inhaled the head and pushed her lips down as far as she was able. Her tongue rubbed and swirled around me, tasting my essence and vibrating her lips with her own grateful moan. She could only get about a third of me into her mouth, though, despite her neck already bulging around my length as she worked me into her throat. Liz immediately compensated for the shortfall and attached her lips to either side of my cock below Amy's reach, and, in a moment of sublime synchronicity, they started to move up and down my length as one.

Letting out a deep, rumbling purr that seemed to reverberate through the dripping cores of every woman in the room, I turned my attention back to the two standing before me. Examining them closely as the other women kneeling before my altar, ground their thighs together as they watched the pets serving me and being scrutinized by me.

Zoe and Caroline. There were subtle differences between them, especially in their naked glory, but otherwise, they could pass as twins. Yet sisters, they were not. My eyes traced down from their faces, over their slender necks, and onto the handful-sized breasts. Pert and gravity-defying, they hung on each chest like the ripest of fruits to be plucked. So why wasn't I plucking them?

I sucked in another deep breath as the pets tending to my god-hood switched mouths, Liz - despite her smaller stature - taking significantly more of my length into her throat than Amy had managed, forcing the doctor to duck lower and tend to my swollen, inhuman heavy balls.

My eyes lowered further, over their taut and narrowing waist and down towards their... wait...

My eyes shot back up to their bellies. That was it! They were both already with child, a child that was not mine. Another had claimed these women, a simple mortal no less.

A smile spread across my lips.

A gift given or a prize won; which held the greater value?

Liz's eyes bulged, and her throat clamped around my cock, her gag reflex forcing her to cough and swallow onto my massive sword as I stood, inadvertently forcing a few extra inches into her already bulging throat. "Forgive me, my Lord," She begged in a spluttering, panting voice, immediately lowering herself to press her forehead to the floor.

I ignored her and stepped past her, my hands reaching out for the new prizes to be claimed.

Zoe and Caroline almost crumpled under their arousal, seeming to shrink into the heat of their own cores as my full attention turned to them.

"Mmmmm," Hayley purred from the floor beneath the dias. She was my favorite, the Queen amongst the herd, the highest of mortals, but mortal nonetheless. "They are ripe for the taking; they would look so good in your harem of devoted lovers. Two new bitches to decorate your magnificent throne room and your magnificent cock. Tell him, whores," she almost purred at the two before me. "Tell him how you long to serve."

"I..." Zoe started before flicking her gaze from me to her twin, then back to me. "We live to serve you, My King. You saved us, you claimed us, and we are yours. Your pleasure is our life, and your seed is our craving; your attention is our sustenance. Please, let us show you our worship. We ache for you."

Something ticked behind my eyes again.

I ignored it.

Visions of Caroline between my legs, lathering her adoration on my cock, despite being possessed by the equally enthralled mother, washed through my mind. "You are mine now," I commanded imperiously, ignoring another tick. "No man will touch you. No other seed will fill you. You will show me your worship!"

Both of them sucked in a quivering, trembling breath before sinking to their knees, and their doe-eyed looks stayed fixed on my face before two sets of mouths attached themselves to my tumescence. The moans and mewls that started vibrating from their lips, just from the privilege of being able to touch my glory, were almost enough to satisfy me on their own. Long, purring groans as if they were tasting the finest and tastiest of meals. This was not the soul-deep compulsion to please me. This was not Liz's frantic efforts to milk me, nor was it Amy's more maternal need to provide pleasure. Zoe and Caroline were claiming themselves on my god-cock; they were literally worshipping. I would bless them with my seed, or I would not. I would thank them and reward them, or I would not. I would claim their complete and total submission, or I would not. Their purpose, for now, was simply to show their devotion, to prostrate themselves before their new Lord, and to give themselves completely over to anything and everything that he may want. Their only wish was to serve.

Zoe's eyes fluttered, and a wave of her arousal flooded onto her thighs as she wrapped her lips around my crown and pushed my cock into her mouth, the taste of my essence spreading over her tongue. Her mind was being lost to the effects of my precum. It would bathe her mind, it would sear her soul, and it would claim her completely if given enough of it. All other men, any past or present relationships, all thought of any man other than her King would be forgotten. All of her would be mine, and I was watching the process play out in her rolling, hazy eyes.

Another tick.

I frowned at it.

This was taking too long. I had eight women to assert my claim over, to dominate, and, more importantly, to breed. My mind's eye cast out over the group and then, with a mental push, beyond them. Out over the island that would serve as my kingdom and out to the open ocean. I knew what I was looking for without even thinking of it.

Hundreds of miles to the northeast, a spec on the distant horizon, thousands of souls, a good number of them more than adequate to birth the soldiers of my armies or provide the support they would need as they grew to adulthood. Men and women to be laborers and teachers, builders and farmers, the structure on which my army would be built. And amongst them, a chosen and select few, those who would join my inner circle, my harem, my whores, my women!

With a growl, I pulled my cock from the mouths of the two suckling beauties and dragged Caroline to her feet. She had already seduced me once, even if only in body and not in mind, and now I was going to finish the task of claiming her.

There was the tick again.

I picked her up, turning her to face the rest of the group as Zoe watched, enthralled from her knees beside us, and lowered her down. Her ass raised into the air, her face pressed down to the ground, her hair in my hand to make her look up at her sister-wives as I ran the full size of my spear along the dripping folds of her wanton womanhood.

Never again would another man defile what belonged to me; these women would fight to the death to keep themselves pure for me, and any one of the male servants who tried to touch that which was above them would be dealt with swiftly and with inutterable violence.

Another tick, this time louder.

I smashed my cock into Caroline, stuffing her full and stretching her far beyond anything she had ever felt before. The scream that erupted from her lips was one of intense pain for half a heartbeat before devolving into the most exquisite pleasure. I was already sawing into her with long, deep, hard, possessive strokes before she managed to catch her breath and start moaning out her prayers. "Fuck, oh my god! Yes, fuck, my Lord. Take me; take what is yours! I have never known pleasure like this. Please! Fuck me, claim me, fill me, breed me! Give to me what only you and your divine cock can! I am youuurrssssss!"

The last syllable drew out into another long, tongue-lolling moan as the first orgasm smashed into her body with the power of a runaway freight train. Her juices poured out of her, coating my thrusting cock, dripping off my balls as they swung into her swollen and throbbing clit, and dribbled like a river down her parted, braced thighs.

She twisted her head to look back at me, despite the firm grip of my hand in her hair, meaning she was almost tearing her own locks out by forcing the move, but she had to look at me. Her eyes were filled with her surrender, her devotion, her indescribable love and worship. She looked back at me with awe, she took in my majesty, and she basked in the possessive, commanding, masterful look on my face.

She was mine, and she knew it.

She came again, just as hard as the first time. Her cunt clamped down on me like a vice as her eyes and her body wordlessly begged for my seed to be pushed into her. She was already pregnant, but this load would wash her body clean; the next would put my progeny into her.

Another much louder tick... over and over and over.

"Breed her, My lord," Amy purred as she slid herself closer on her knees; she had not moved since I had abandoned her efforts to claim my newest prizes.

"Yes, my king, make her yours, then I beg you, please bless me with your - seed so I may become whole." Liz purred as she slid up to the other side. "Put your heirs in me. I am yours."

The voices from below the dias joined in with the chorus.

"Fuck her harder; pump her full."

"Show her that you are her God."

"Her King!"

"Show her that you own her."

The voices were coming so loud that I could barely tell who they belonged to now. Only Zoe was quiet. Caroline, for her part, was just babbling incoherently around the screams of life-altering pleasure that were smashing through her in waves.

"Give her what she craves."

"What she needs."

"Forget Ray. He is beneath you."

"You are the one she wants."

"You are the one we all want."

"All of us are fertile for you. All of us want you. You are the Lord of this Island, and we are yours to take whenever your will demands it!"

"Yessss!" my thoughts roared in my mind as my balls started to tighten as they swung. "This is all yours! This is what you were born for! This is... Wait... what was that about Ray?"

Pictures of the fight with the creature formerly known as Ray washed through my mind. The way it looked as it lunged toward me, blood foaming from its cut lips and along the tears in his skin from the way his body had been deformed after it had been possessed. The staff, the way I moved to combat it, and that last blow that sent the evil within him fading into the clear blue skies as Ray, the real Ray, splashed unconscious into the water.

Caroline's eyes widened. "No, please, not yet. We are so close to being together... stay with..."

The temple vanished in the blink of an eye. The marble floors, the massive stone walls, the tapestries to my greatness, the torches illuminating them, the naked women of my harem. All of them just vanished into the blackness that came as my eyes closed for that single blink.

When they opened again, I was back at the lake. The silver, intricately engraved pole staff was shrinking back to the size it had been when I found it on the riverbed. My chest was heaving from the exertion of the fight, which apparently had only ended a few seconds ago, and my eyes were locked onto Ray as his unconscious body sank to the bottom of the lake.

The shrieks of the women around me were as varied as the women themselves. Amy and Katie were panting from the effort of dragging the moaning Zoe to the shore of the lake. Amy had already dropped to her knees and, seemingly only half aware of the fight, was ripping parts of her shirt into makeshift bandages to stem the flow of blood from Zoe's side. She seemed to have at least understood that the danger was gone. Katie, on the other hand, was enthralled. Her lips were parted as she looked at me, her eyes were dilated, her chest was flushed, and the look in her eyes told me that I was getting fucked at the earliest possible opportunity.

The others in the group had similar expressions on their faces. Hayley, who had been struggling to reach me only moments before, pulled free of the others and threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my body from the side and sobbing in relief into my chest. Hannah and Liz moved slower but still came to me as well. Hannah was just as enthusiastic with her relief, but like me, Liz was looking at Ray.

Robyn, still naked and will no small amount of her own juices painting the insides of her thighs from our fucking before Ray's transformation, ran forward, almost leaping into my arms and kissing me passionately.

My mind was still struggling to process what had occurred. Despite everything that seemed to have happened since the moment Ray was defeated, all of which was now as fresh in my memory as if it had just happened, the temple, the harem, how I felt about myself there, and - more importantly - what had happened with Caroline, seemed to occupy the same space in my mind as the fight itself. It was like I had lived that same moment, at the same time, in two different realities. My eyes flicked up to the woman in question as I allowed Robyn to settle back onto her feet.

Her eyes were locked on mine. Hallucinations of temples and divine possession notwithstanding, Caroline had never so much as given me a second glance. Now her eyes burned into me with a passionate intensity that I could scarcely put into words. Just like I could feel my connection to the women who had imprinted onto me before today, I could now feel Caroline as well.

But if that was the case, the temple could not have been a hallucination. Something really had happened.

Fuck, every time I get an answer, another three questions jump up to fill its place.

Suddenly, a thought that I felt should have been at the forefront of my mind since I blinked back into reality popped into my head.

Ray wouldn't be able to breathe from the bottom of the lake.

Liz seemed to have the same thought at the same time, and we both darted forward to grab him. Liz pulled his head to the surface as I hooked my arms under his and dragged him toward the bank close to Amy. It was only once we had dragged him onto the sand that lined the lake that we were able to see the damage done to his body.

His arms looked like they'd had a run-in with Freddy Kruger. Long jagged cuts laced their way along his forearms. Some stretched onto his biceps; others snaked down to the tops of his hands and the top knuckles of the fingers that had recently been very dangerous claws.

All of them looked deep.

But stranger was the fact that none of them were bleeding. It was how I imagined a cut would look on a dead body. With the heart not beating, there was no blood pressure to force those wounds to bleed. Except Ray was very much alive. His chest was still rising and falling regularly; he couldn't have been under the water for more than a few seconds, not even enough to inhale more than a single cough's worth, and his pulse, from a brief check with two fingers at his throat, seemed to be beating strong.