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A Wizards Screwup. <Angelicxdream+Draith>

Audrey had settled back in his lap, her favourite position now, snuggling into his warmth. She didn't like the way he called his people "worms", it sounded so degrading. She didn't want anyone else to keep her company, she wanted him. So, she decided to press her face against his chest, and let him hold her close, leaning up to kiss him softly, her tongue tracing the insides of his mouth. Pulling back, she didn't want to get to know them, besides... if he was giving her a position that was highly sought after, wouldn't they scheme something to take her position away from her? She frowned, it was becoming more and more difficult for her to accept the idea that she had to let them into her own life. She didn't want Lothie to have things to do, she wanted to be able to be on his lap, or in his arms at least at all times. She knew it wasn't possible and she was being unreasonable, but still. She knew he'd become very busy with matters and wouldn't have all the time she wanted, all the attention she wanted. She placed her head on his chest, not liking the idea of being a ruler without him, when he wasn't there. Why wouldn't he be there? If he wasn't there, she didn't want to be here. Suckling on his neck for a minute, she walked over to the clothing rack, and began to sort through clothes.

She got used to changing around him, pulling her bedsheet off of her body, and hearing it drop on the floor. She pulled out a hanger, and placed a blue short length dress on her body, zipping it up. Curling her body around Lothie's back again, she started to lean up to kiss him, stroking his cheek with one hand, eagerly kissing him back more passionately, deeply, her body aching for him now. She wanted him. She drew her hand up to stroke his horns, breathing heavily. "Lothie, Lothie..." She chanted against his ears, she wanted him to take her again. It had been a few days since they had made love, or fucked her until she was so sore, she needed him to carry her around, that scenario seemed to pop up more often. She breathed out heavily, looking up at him as she parted away to lay on the bed, her fingers drifting lower and lower to rub at his pouch, and eagerly took out both his cocks, leaning her head down, part of persuading him to have sex with her, to pop it in her mouth, sucking on the cockhead, and licking the sides of each cock.
 
Lothaenorixus watched Audrey dress, he had noted her confused look, that slight frown when he had spoken to her about what was going on. He did not get the chance to ask her what she was thinking because once the dress had been put on she had changed completely. She was wearing clothes now, not much clothing but she was wearing some, her expressions and demeanor changing too, she lusted for him. Again he pressed his lips against hers, his hand caressing her ass until it was clear that she wanted to lower herself further down, working his fingertips over her back, rubbing them over the thin fabric of the short blue dress. His legs spreading apart preemptively so Audrey could do as she pleased with him, he no longer needed to reach in and retrieve his growing erections from their hiding spot nor did he even have to think about exposing them. Audrey was willing and able to retrieve them personally.

Leaning back on one hand, he stretched out as Audrey kissed and licked upon his two cocks, alternating between then, He always enjoyed that. Her lips were a treat that were irresistible, a treat. Lothaenorixus let go and enjoyed the action in their bedroom, forgetting all about the outside world. The world which he planned to conquer. At his side, his consort and Queen, Audrey. A position attained only through the decision of future king of Tyrine, Lothaenorixus. Breathing slow and deep breathes as he lazily looked to Audrey as she chanted his name hungrily. "My my aren't we a little minx today." He wanted it all, he wanted her mouth wrapped around his members and after wards he wanted to fill her tight holes and have the entire temple echoing with her screams. That would keep his cultists on edge.

The cultists had prepared alot of information in the last ten hours, Lothaenorixus had glossed over the figures and the reports but there was alot of work to be done still. They had started setting up a small war games table, miniature figurines to mimic the two forces, even Audrey had been given a figurine. A white queen which had been set far off to the left of the table, surrounded by many grunt troops. Lothaenorixus was a Blue, Horned figure and the Royal Family and Nobles of the city were each given unique figures. They would await their lord and master to return and tell them how he planned to take out such a powerful city and do it quickly and without fail.
 
Happy that Lothie did not put up a fight, Audrey wrapped her slick fingers on his cock, jerking him off in her small hand that didn't even seem to cover his long, throbbing cock that just begged for her mouth, opening her lips and taking him inside, bobbing her head up and down, panting. She settled in the space between his legs, where his legs parted for her, kneeling on the bed and servicing him with her mouth, her tongue dancing up and down on the long pole, popping her mouth out to give some much deserved attention to his other cock which had not been played with in a while since she had only had one cock a few days ago. She liked starting off with long, torturous licks up and down the smooth length, swirling her tongue around the mushroom-shaped head of his cock, looking up at him as she sucked on him, reaching down to squeeze his large, cum-laden balls eagerly. She hoped that he would end up so tired, that he would just stay with her, as her reward and forget about what was going on outside of the tent. Of course, that was the ideal, her ideal. Popping her mouth from his cock, she lifted it straight up in the air, licking from the bottom up towards the top, taking more time to tend to his balls, swirling her tongue around before pushing the soft sac in her mouth to feast on.

She could feel her nipples get firm from the arousing situation they were in, her nipples pressing tight against the dress. She hadn't worn a bra for so long, she had forgotten what it felt like. Her smooth, pale legs were accented in the short dress, it only reached to mid-thigh and that's if she was standing. Kneeling down, like she was now, one would be able to see panties, as she sucked hungrily on Lothie's cocks, leaving soft kisses down his cock once she began to lick him up and down again. She was using his cock as her own personal toy and treat, her head bobbing up and down quickly, her hair flowing down her back, sometimes getting in the way of her blowjobs. Popping her head out of his cock for a moment, she began to jerk him off, pleading for cock inside her tight holes. "Lothie", she started, "I need you inside me now!" She leaned up to kiss him roughly, her fingers flitting through his cute tuft of hair, before wrapping themselves around his horns lovingly.
 
Lothaenorixus groaned as Audrey rubbed her petite hand over his cocks and serviced him with her mouth. Each time her tongue lavished his cock he felt the urge to thrust his hips upward, an urge he kept quite in check. Audrey was almost a professional in working his cocks, both of them feeling the love, moaning as she fondled his cocks and his balls, they definitely were swollen today, he had only had one orgasm via one member in now four days. The sleep that he had earlier had revitalized him, unless Audrey intended on chaining his orgasms there was little chance of him running out of steam. His gaze was upon Audrey, taking in the sight of her swapping between the two erect cocks, pre-cum from both oozing from the tips, rolling down his erections. It was a sight to see, his two cocks resting atop of her face as she hungrily sucked upon his swollen balls.

He was halfway to an orgasm already, it was just something that happened. For some reason Audrey was able to inspire him, her mouth must have been cursed be he could not deny it his seed if she kept this up. Luckily however Audrey ceased and climbed up onto her knees, and pushed her body over his prone form, kissing his lips as she begged, pleaded with him to fill her, to plug those tight holes of hers. He liked that she toyed with his hair, and loved that she took his horns into her hands. It allowed him to grasp at her waist and spin her onto her back. Looking down to her with a grin as she kept that grip on his horns. "I will do as you wish under one condition, those lips of your will bring both my erections to climax." He was purposefully vague with what he wanted. Did he mean that he was to not climax inside of her if he gave her what she wanted, did she only have to suck on them until they came jointly or did he plan to have her milk them once each as a separate act. The variable he left unstated could be interpreted in maybe ways, only one way was right, the Lothaenorixus way. Nothing else counted in that regards.

Outside it was still very quiet. The chambers had been rather empty, cultists had been massing in the worship area, praying even though their unholy god, their supposed savior was amongst them, requesting alone time so that he could be sucked and fucked by his consort. They were all very much loyal to the cause, most if not all of them so fanatical they would die for Lothaenorixus in a heartbeat. Lothaenorixus grinned down towards Audrey after having explained his rules. His cocks pressing against her, positioning himself slowly, making sure to tease Audrey just enough as well as taking it easy from fucking her senseless. He had already gone close to doing that before and the hot weather did not help either. "Playtime begins" pushing his cocks against her entrances as he spoke of playtime, her favorite time of day, incidentally it was the only time of day in the world of Audrey besides Nap time, one seemed to substitute for the other and vice-verse.
 
It was unbearable. She could feel him pressing against her holes. She helped, hiking up her dress so that he would be able to see better and then slipped off her pure white panties, sliding them off her legs slowly. Two could play that game. Settling back onto the bed, she stretched herself out, positioning herself, rubbing her wet pussy against his cock, breathing heavily. She reached back, wrapping her hands around the base of the cock, jerking him off, guiding him into her entrance. Her pussy was shaved, and smooth. It looked small and tight, it was anyone's guess that he could fit inside her. He had been the only man, er... demon, that had fucked her since she had met him. She supposed that if anyone did touch her where he did, he would have gone off on a killing frenzy, something that she'd rather avoid as much as possible. She guessed that he would be doing enough killing for a whole country in about two or three days. She didn't know what the schedule is, she had her own schedule in her brain, plotting to get to have him as much as possible. Not just in the sexual sense. But for company too, she didn't like being lonely. And, just as he didn't like sharing her, she didn't like sharing him, even if it was with other human guards and worshippers, or "worms", as he called them. She didn't like when he called them that, they hadn't done anything wrong, "worms" was such a degrading term.

She knew that if men were to even spend some company with her, just to talk to her, while he left her in the castle, he would be able to smell it on her. And, he'd overreact, despite any explanations she would give him, and... regretfully, commit another murder. So, it was dangerous for other men to come talk to her. But, she was plotting in her head. If he wouldn't spend every minute with her, and if she didn't encourage men to come talk to her, and if they did on their own, well... she couldn't be blamed, could she? She imagined sitting in the garden, picking flowers and fruits, wearing her pretty dresses, when some guards started to talk to her. She didn't know if he'd let her spend time in the garden, or if she'd even have a garden. She felt like he had eyes everywhere. And, his stupid keen sense of smell was getting in the way of her plots. It was disappointing. But, she liked that he cared enough for her, to want to kill anyone who touched her intimately, as intimate as he touched her would make him mad. Looking up at him, she pleaded for him to take her now, wrapping each hand against both cocks, and brushing them both against each hole, her body bucking backwards in need of him, his voice on her lips, chanting his name over and over again to see if he would reconsider the teasing and just start ramming into her, it seemed he had no shortage of energy when it came to the bedroom.
 
Teasing Audrey was enjoyable because she had teased him so much over the last two days, twice she had given him the pleasure of her lips and twice she had left him hanging. Sure she intended on giving him a release now when he was buried between her legs but he had twice been denied the freedom to cum in her mouth. Teasing her, making her beg for him to plunge those thick throbbing pieces of pulsating meat inside of her. Poking and prodding her initially clothed rear, staining the clean fabric of her panties with the trickles of pre-cum dripping from his cocks as well as the healthy amount of saliva and slobber that Audrey had left upon them. With her panties removed and her dress hiked up, her hands reaching down and jerking him off as she guided one of them between her legs to her pussy. Teasing her by denying her the pleasure of his cocks filling her tight moist holes until he decided that he too yearned to be balls deep inside of her. Pushing himself against her tight entrances, his saliva coated cocks having more than enough lubrication upon them and in his endless teasing of her had applied some of the excess saliva based lubricant to her tight holes.

Lothaenorixus was not one to change his ways too drastically for any reason other than his own. The cultists were human, humans were all scum, dog crap to be trampled upon by those of more importance such as himself. Audrey once had been human but quickly she had evolved in his mind as no longer being human, she was his consort and slave. Being a slave to him was a great compliment when considering that everyone else was a peon or a lowly worm. If Audrey brought it up he may be twisted into being less open and expressing of his demeaning look upon the others, at least whilst she was present. Pond scum is still Pond scum even if you call it something else. The cultists worshiped Lothaenorixus like a god, if he called them something they felt proud no matter what word it was. The cultists continued to work in the temple despite the noises coming from the bedroom chamber.

Growling as he looked down to his consort, his human lover, she that demands playtime. His cocks burying themselves deep inside of her. He was not endlessly abundant with energy for the bedroom, he had in fact turned her down for sex before. He had just meditated and was thus at his best thus his energy levels were at full. Unlike Audrey he would not have to sleep this off although she may wear him out even if he did not actively show it. If his balls were almost completely empty with almost nothing left in the reserves then Audrey was not only keeping up with his sexual prowess but beating him if she could still want more or stay awake for more. It had happened before, lately however Audrey had been a little too tired for that.
 
Writhing under him, she gripped the soft bedsheets that had been recently slept in, crying out as she watched him plunge deeper inside her holes. It had been so long since they fucked, that she forgot how deep his cock ran, for a few moments, she had thought that was it. There was no more cockmeat he was holding out on her, until she felt it. She could feel her tight flower being pulled apart, being stretched out, her breath heavy, her small fingers clutching the nearest pillow, her head cushioned on the soft surface as he began to withdraw, and then plunge back inside her. "Lo-th-ieeee!" Anyone outside could hear her pleasurable screams, knowing exactly what they were doing inside the master bedroom. Idily, she wondered he would do if one of his "worms" burst open the door and came inside, interrupting their intimate moment, if it was an emergency. She could hear her hair slap against her back, her hips eagerly bucking backwards on his long, thick cock, squirming under him. Audrey's nipples were firm against the tight dress, occasionally lowering back down on her ass, so she had to hold it tight, hiking it further up her body until it was at mid-stomach.

Her breasts were bouncing firmly in her low-cut dress, gripping the bedsheets now, as he refused to let her go, his hard, demanding cocks pounding into her, biting her lip, chewing on it as he fucked her. "Uh! Lo-th-ieee!!" She heard the sounds of juices slopping all over his cocks, the skin against skin, his balls slapping against her ass, knowing that they were full from when she had squeezed them. He felt so fucking good inside her! She knew that part of this aggression was from having started a blowjob last night but stopped because he had teleported them, that one wasn't her fault. He shouldn't have asked her to start it when they didn't have much time! She could feel the bed shake with his sexual frustration, intent on cumming inside her, just like she was going to cum all over him, breathing out heavily, her legs spread apart, kneeling against the soft bedsheets. "Ngh! Ngh! Fuck!"
 
Thrusting deeply inside of Audrey, his thick cocks filling her tight orifices, giving and receiving pleasure, he was needy, his balls were thick, laden with an over abundance of cum. He desired to have both his cock deep inside of her, he wanted the pleasure, he wanted Audrey. Noticing that the dress kept slipping back down he decided to fix the problem. Audrey's position was a problem, hell the dress in general was but rather than ripping the brand new garment from her body he had enough sense to take an alternative open. Pulling out both of his cocks from inside of her before he grasped at her hips and twisted her around onto her hands and knees, forcing the dress back over her ass and high up near her breasts.

Positioning himself behind her, grinning down towards her as he spanked her ass playfully before forcing his cocks back inside of her. This time however he was riding her doggy-style than missionary as it usually played out. Pulling Audrey's hair back, exposing her neck and cheeks as he did so, wrapping his hand with the hair, making her own body a leash for him to hold onto. The other hand wrapped around her chest, playing with her Breasts through the fabric of the low cut dress, fiddling to see if he could free her breasts from the dress without destroying the dress. His hips powerfully thrusting deep inside of her, grunting occasionally as he took a few deep breaths.
 
Audrey knew how needy he was, she had been so comfortable sleeping in his arms the few days it took to get here, but he had gotten irritated and frustrated. Her hair ran down her shoulders, as he thrusted deeply into her, looking down to see his cocks deeply embedded inside her, her breasts bouncing in her dress, panting for more and more. "UH! Fuck, fuck! Lothie!" His cocks were lubricated with her juices, running down and staining the bed, panting. Oh, god. She could feel her breath quicken, her eyes rolling back in her head from so much pleasure he evoked from her, her body squirming under him. She felt him pulling out, already starting to whine when he did, they hadn't orgasmed yet. Once he turned her around, those whines became coos and moans of happiness, her body gripping the bedsheets, squealing once she felt his hands hold her hair, fucking her tight little holes, barely making enough room to accommodate his enormous cocks inside her. Breathing heavily, she moaned out, "Lothie... oh, Lothie!"

Her breathing was heavy, her body quivering as he took her. She could feel the power and strength of his thrusts, hammering into her small body, bucking backwards on his cocks as they drove deeper and deeper into her holes. Her breasts wouldn't come out because the dress was so tight, an unfortunate side effect of tight clothes, the most he could see and feel was her cleavage, which showed off quite a lot of her chest. Screaming out, "Lothie! FUCK! Lothie! Lothie!" She could feel herself about to cum, nowhere near as much as Lothie did, her body spasming as she orgasmed all over his thick cocks, burying her head against the pillow. She gasped out for air, as if she hadn't been breathing the whole time, crying out as his cosk were unrelenting in their attempt to push deeper inside her.
 
Lothaenorixus chuckled at her brief whines, she had thought he would leave her hanging, perhaps one of these days he would. Rolling the hair around his hand more, his fingertips latched onto her head, there was still slack with her hair, he wasn't an asshole trying to rip the roots out. It was a firm tension he offered. A constant feeling to remind her that he was in control. Grunting as Audrey repeatedly forced her ass backward, ramming herself against his cocks. He knew then that she was really getting off on it and that she was about to cum.

When she finally did climax he was unrelenting, unrestrained, an unstoppable force, Audrey was no immovable object either, not with sex or her physical attributes, perhaps so when she wanted to be stubborn and dig her heels in to get her own way but that was more that she used their relationship as her immovable object than her physical self. His hand did not allow her to rest on the pillow, her hair tightly curled around his hand, any attempt at moving away from it was going to harm herself.

Having suffered through Audrey's tight ass and pussy, especially so during her orgasms there was little hope for him to hold out any longer, her orgasm had been milking his cocks, as if instinctively it knew the best way to make him fill her up. This was one of many reasons Audrey was with him, she could satisfy him. This was not the only reason however but it was a good one to have. The more satisfied he was the less aggression he displayed and the more he could be reasoned with. With that in mind, Audrey could use that to her advantage once they were King and Queen or Tyrine, influencing his decision making. Already she was able to do this, keeping him occupied with her when really he had a war meeting to organize and plan.
 
Audrey panted, and slumped onto the bed, exhausted. She laid on the bed for a few moments, after he had orgasmed inside her so roughly and aggressively, unable to move at all. She could feel a sore, tingly feeling between her legs, feeling like crawling to get a towel to clean themselves up. Taking the towel she found in the dresser, she began to rub herself down with it, snuggling with him, her breathing heavy, licking the insides of his mouth. She had felt he had gotten all his sexual frustration out on her, during their fucking frenzy. "Ah..." She breathed, her body laying on the bed, unable to move anymore, her small fingers curled up on the pillow, her small body quivering from her orgasm, her whole body was sore! She knew it would be a few days before she would be able to walk as well as she did before. She laid in his arms, like she did everytime he fucked her, turning her head, and looking down at his cocks that lay between his legs, that hadn't retreated back into his pouch. She hated when they did, she would always pout and whine. Her fingers reached out to wrap around the slick lengths, jerking them off in her hand.

It seemed that she did want more but that he'd have to be fragile with her. She was going to give him a treat to make up for what she had done. Bending down, getting on her knees on the soft mattress, she suckled on the head of one cock, swirling her tongue down one side, and down the other while she held it straight up. Her mouth sought more cockmeat, bobbing her head up and down, gradually working her speed up. Meanwhile, her other hand had started to jerk his cock off rapidly, sometimes wandering lower to squeeze his balls, that had plenty of warm cum that was just begging to come out. Her mouth took his cock back in her mouth, her moans were muffled, taking more and more cockmeat, suckling quickly on the warm flesh, her breasts bouncing in her dress. "Lo-th-ieee..."
 
Lothaenorixus groaned heavily as he came inside Audrey, both his members emptied themselves into her respective orifices. He was well satisfied with the actions thus far, almost forgetting that he had told her that he expected sexually explicit actions after wards, almost. Pulling out slowly as Audrey crawled away from him, stretching his arms up above his head leaning back, curving his spine to ease tension in his muscles. Allowing Audrey to take the time to wipe herself down, removing some of her perspiration as well as the perhaps too over indulgent amount of cum that he had emptied into her tight holes. If he had a knot that might not have been so much an issue but it was an issue but an unimportant one. He wrapped an arm casually around her back, letting her nuzzle against him. Smiling as he leaned down to meet her lips as she reached up to kiss his lips. Closing his eyes as Audrey slipped her petite fingers around his cocks, groaning softly as she jerked the two of them off in each hand. He was putty in her hands; he had just emptied himself inside of her and was getting a treat immediately after wards, Lothaenorixus was going to be in a very good mood after this.

Gasping, his eyes sprung open as he felt Audrey lower down and take his cock into her loving mouth. Reaching down to her dress, it was crumbled up still, the fabric only hiding her breasts, from her navel down it did nothing to hide her body but that was because he had rolled it up and forced it to stay where it was. Reaching down, he tried to pull it forward, attempting to pull it over her shoulders and remove it completely. He was quite messy at times, and blow jobs were quite messy indeed. If Audrey was too pleasurable he could lose control of both members and climax simultaneously like he did just moments ago deep inside of her, if she were suckling on only one of them the other could stain and ruin the brand new dress. Sure like that sort of explanation would fly well. He had an urge he wanted to try out, he wanted his blow job but he also wanted to try something new. “Oh yes, damn that feels good” he bellowed a tad too loud. The pleasure over-riding his usual control, a hand placing itself upon her head, occasionally the urge took him and his body reacted without thinking, his hips thrusting forward to meet with her lips, forcing more than Audrey had been taking in previously. He was aware that she could take it, but then again most of the time Audrey was the one doing the work in those cases.

In the background the door was knocked up twice before the rattling of metal and the sound of a brief scuffle occurred. The noises were far too soft to be noted, especially between Audrey’s muffled moans when she had plenty of cock buried in her throat as well as Lothaenorixus’ loud groans and comments. Outside the guards were taking care of a disturbance, a cultist that had either not been informed of the situation or was stupid enough to think he could do it anyways. Lothaenorixus did not care, he had Audrey right now, and she was giving him oral bliss. His breathing became heavier, more pronounced.
 
Audrey's mouth was around one cock, the other hand was working busily on the other cock, jerking him off. She had this sudden desire to see his cum shoot out again, trying to see if she could get it to come out for her. Her fingers were clenched around his legs, of course her tight grip wasn't really painful in the least for him, her head bobbing up and down quickly, her mouth just filled to the rim with cockmeat, her eyes looking down at the enormous monster that she was engulfing, panting. She could tell that he was appreciating her efforts, she loved hearing him orally voice his approval. Pausing, she felt him tugging at her dress, and pulled away for a moment to pull it off her body, now bare naked for him. He didn't tell the tailor to include necessities such as bra and panties, she would ask that to the tailor in the castle, or ask Lothie to tell him that. She knew that if she didn't go back to work, he would get frustrated with a boner up in the air. Switching cocks, her mouth started to leave kisses up and down the second cock to prepare taking it back in her mouth, her warm, wet lips taking over the mushroom-shaped head, her head bobbing up and down, panting, her hair flapping around her naked body, her fingers reaching over to touch the wet, albeit sticky cock that she had just sucked on. Pulling out for a moment, her tongue danced along the cockhead, swirling around the slit that his delicious cum usually came out of.

Suddenly, she felt his hand in her hair, and forced her to take more, his hips thrusted in her mouth, impatient and needy. Grinning, she watched him, gagging for a moment before letting herself take more meat until it filled her mouth, a personal need to have his cock deep inside her mouth. If he had told her that he was spent, she would have still whined and complained that she wasn't done yet and that he had feed her cum. Her tongue started to lick the sides of his cock, holding it upright, and slowly explored the expanse of his cock before allowing him to feel her lips around the smooth cock, her lips around his cock, making stains around his cock with her lipstick, her breasts and body bouncing with every suckle, taking him hungrily into her mouth now, pressing her fingers against either side of his hips in the bedsheets, bobbing quickly, demanding more and more cock, deepthroating him quickly in her mouth. Then, she slowed down. She just took the small head and sucked on it leisurely, slowly, looking up at him as he laid on the pillow, enjoying himself. Her fingers travelled down to his balls, and squeezed them in her hand, not even hearing the knock on the door. It turned her on that he was still hard after one round, and he was still unrelenting on his grip on her when it came to blowjobs especially. If she did hear it, she would have stopped and Lothie would have been one very difficult demon to talk to and rationalize with.
 
Lothaenorixus tugged on her dress, taking the momentary pause in the pleasure well enough, he was the cause of this break. Discarding her flimsy dress across the room he shifted from an upright kneeling position so that he was laid out on his back, much as the earlier position he had been when she had started to suck on him before playtime got serious. Gasping as she resumed and took to deep-throating the other cock, his clawed hands scrunching up the bed sheet, damaging the linen by stretching it in his grip. “Fuck!” “Damn!” “Yes!” he uttered as she gave him oral delights “How are you” groaning with a prolonged “soooooo good at this?” He was hardly able to contain himself, his body reacting to the pleasure, copious amounts of pre-cum dribbling from both members simultaneously. His eyes were fixated upon Audrey, unable to look elsewhere, had she ensnared him into some powerful charm, no Audrey had no knowledge of magic, none that he had noticed but still she had this unnatural ability to drive him crazy, she made him want her. Pulling Audrey up off of his cock as she settled on just sucking on the head for the moment, breathing heavily, the short break hopefully enough to keep him from immediately cumming should Audrey try and keep up the effort she had been giving him before.

Looking into her eyes as he spoke “What do you want sweetie?” using a pet name, he had never issued one to her that was not a negative or demeaning word. “How badly do you want it?” Rolling his eyes into the back of his head, his back arched and his chest thrust forward feeling her fingers on his balls. It wasn’t that she was touching his balls or squeezing them, it was that he was close and it was hitting a pleasure nerve. He was almost breathless. “Better decide quickly, I wont L-Last long.” He was struggling, his balls were bloated, heavy with seed and his willpower was fast fading. Then again he did not have much willpower to begin with in regards to receiving head, it was something that just flat did it for him. His only reason for resisting the inevitable was that he liked the feeling and did not want to have it stop. "Fuck!" he roared, taking great pleasure from Audrey's lips and fingers, if she had not believed that he was close before this last loud outburst was surely going to make her a believer.
 
Audrey couldn't believe that she had this much effect on him just with one single blowjob. She loved tormenting him, her mouth still gripping at his cock tightly, unrelenting in her oral assault, sucking and jerking his other cock, watching as her mouth filled with raw, thick cockmeat. She pulled away to breathe, and to change cocks, "Can't you hold it in, sweetie?" She answered back, in her fake sweet, naive tone. Giggling, her mouth found his rock hard shaft again, plundering it, grabbing it, and shoving it deep in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down quickly on the pole. Her other hand had reached out and once she felt cock in her hand, slick, hot cockmeat, she began to quickly jerk him off. "I want it in my mouth!" She cried out, almost demanding it, knowing by now that Lothie would give her what she wanted, he usually did unless he was mad or angry at her. Picking up the pace, her hands reached lower to fondle with his balls before retreating back to jerk him off, feeling precum land on her hand, getting her very sticky, and this only made her want to deepthroat faster and faster, gagging, and pulling out, covering her mouth over the cock quicker.

Stopping, she swirled her tongue around the cock, pulling it into her mouth for a brief moment, and pulled it back out again. Lifting the cock upright, she licked one side, the second side, until she covered all of the cock, from the base to the top. Even when she was deepthroating, she couldn't even reach halfway, so she wanted to make sure his cock was well lubricated before she began to suck it vigorously, the sounds of moisture and spit filling the room. Getting an idea, she spat on the cock she had been jerking off, and used that lubrication, taking her hand to continue to jerk him off this time quicker because she had her saliva on it. Returning her attention to that cock, she started to slowly build up speed again, her lips wrapping themselves around it, bobbing her head up and down, licking her lips and looking at him, before looking back down and quickly moving her head up and down, she decided and observed that he liked that more than when she was just holding his cockhead prisoner in her warm, wet mouth.
 
Lothaenorixus groaned as Audrey swapped between his members, she knew god damn well that he was an easy mark when it came to oral sex, he enjoyed it too much. Clawing holes into the bed sheets as she giggled around his other cock, the vibration and the humming was physically arousing even though he loathed that Audrey could get away with whatever she wanted, having him by the balls, literally as well as metaphorically. It was the price one paid however, even Lothaenorixus had to pay the price. For the enjoyment of Audrey’s oral treat he was ready to hand her the world, burning on a spit if she so pleased. Willpower, Lothaenorixus had willpower, but that had long been used up already, a mere human female had beaten him, she was his human female but still, Audrey had beaten him in battle, it would have been humiliating had Audrey not been his. With Audrey’s tongue lavishing his cocks there was not much he could do but moan, writhing beneath her and accept the inevitable defeat.

His testicles twitched within her fingers, his eyes meeting Audrey’s, howling as his will was finally spent, much as his formerly cum laden balls. His testicles rapidly convulsed and shrunk, emptying their content into both of his cocks. Unable to continue to look at Audrey, his eyes rolling into the back of his head uncontrollably as his body arched, and bucked in pleasure prior to and during his orgasm. His seed quickly spewing from both members, the amount of cum exceeding even his previous orgasm not too long before, rivaling some of his first orgasms when he had been released. Gooey ropes of semen shooting from his cocks, one of them directly depositing its heavy load into that prison that she called a mouth, the other tightly held within her petite fingers, aggressively being jerked off, like a geyser it erupted in her hand, spraying upward until gravity decided that it should fall back down, painting her hand, his crotch and the surrounding bed with the plentiful seed.

Lying prone on the bed, his muscles relaxed and his grip upon the torn up and now cum stained sheets was loosened, the only signs of life were the deep expansion of his chest as he took him deep breaths and his heartbeat, beating much faster than normal. What was Audrey; she could not merely be human could she? His life force felt drained, his balls likewise felt drained. His howls and moans had been so loud; there was no doubt that anyone in the underground temple complex had not been able to hear him. In a hushed tone, Lothaenorixus spoke to Audrey as he caught his breath. “Good Playtime Love.” Pausing for a second as he exerted himself a bit too much, he had not intended to give her another pet name, his need for a breath caught him mid word. Continuing on despite the pet name he finished his sentence “Loved it.”

Elsewhere the cultists were discussing what they had heard from so far away, the females amongst the group wondering what Audrey could possibly be doing to their lord to make him howl like that, wishing that they could swap places with her. Yes, the females were jealous but rather than looking upon her as a rival or an enemy they thought more of her now they had heard just how pleased their lord was. The men dreamt of being that happy, some even daring to dream that Audrey herself would be the one making them that happy. None dared to say it aloud however, she was beyond them, they were not worthy for even being permitted in the same room as her let alone what their varied perverted dreams conjured up. The moment quickly passed and they turned back to their tasks, there was still a lot of information needed, Lothaenorixus required detailed and reliable information and none of the cultists dared fail him. Many tasked solely to information gathering. There had been many conflicting reports but that was a good thing, it meant that their zealous information gathering was ensuring that the group as a whole did not fail their God. Others were tasked to the blacksmith, forging weapons of war, arming the cult for Lothaenorixus’ war on Tyrine.
 
Bathing in his warm cum, Audrey proceeded like a good girl, to lick him up, to clean him up, even if he had shrunk, something that she didn’t like. She let Lothie know this by pouting distinctively, her tongue swirling around the cock, able to fit it into her warm mouth now, licking the sticky substance up. She could feel her hand be covered in cum, and had been surprised by how enormous his orgasm had been, his double orgasm had been. Blowjobs weren’t just fun for Lothie, when Audrey was in the mood to give one, and she knew she would be only able to give one to Lothie, he would get upset if he found out that she had blown another, or someone had forced her to blow him, when she was in the mood to give one, she would solely concentrate on licking the big cock up. Lothie satisfied her needs most of the time. Now, looking at the bed dejectedly, she sighed sadly, looking at the holes he had made during their very loud session with each other, she crawled back into the bed, into his arms, and snuggled close to him. She had noticed that he had called her with loving endearments after he had came and was pleased to say the least that he had. He was in so much of a better mood after cumming, her fingers slipping into his cute tuft of hair that she loved playing with. Reaching up, her fingers slide up and down the sides of his horns, wrapping her fingers around the firm hooks.

Happily, she had been playing with his horns without a word from him to indicate that he didn’t like what she was doing. She could feel her breasts, bare and firm from the cool air that drifted in, press against his chest, tugging on his horns, opening her mouth to lick at the horns, her tongue darting in and out to suckle on them, careful not to puncture her mouth while doing so. Her nipples were firm, and pressed against his chest, and now that she was propped up on his lap, she could reach every part of him, that was accessible to her. It was clear that she had some ulterior motive, she didn’t want him to leave. She knew he had to work with the other “worms” outside of the tent, but she still had needs and wasn’t he going to address them? Her mouth felt empty after licking him, so she sought out for another opening. She was greedy for him, reaching up and sliding her tongue up and down one horn while her other hand was slowly brushing its way up and down. She could feel herself shiver, leaning towards his body, embracing him, tugging his horns to pull the one she had in her mouth deeper and deeper.

If he decided to not give her more, she would pout and wouldn’t let him leave willingly. He would be only allowed to leave when she had fallen asleep from fatigue, and he had to be back when she awoke, to give her the illusion that he had stayed beside her most of the night. She could see the moon coming out, as the sky darkened, and she heard the rain pitter patter against the window, which only gave her more incentive to eagerly, quickly, devouring his horn in her mouth, pulling away to saturate the other horn with her saliva, taking the horn and wrapping her hand around it, stroking his tuft of hair happily. She didn`t need to tell him that she wanted more cock, she didn`t like it, hated it when it went soft again when she wanted to play. She could already hear herself to start whining to Lothie to tell him that she was hungry for him.
 
Heaven, Lothaenorixus was in heaven, Audrey was more than just a good girl; she was an angel, his angel. His cocks retained their erections for a short while but were wilting, unable to keep the blood flow constant; eventually they deflated entirely despite Audrey’s best efforts at trying to keep them roused in their erect form. With Audrey finally finished with his cocks, satisfied that his cocks had been sufficiently cleaned. Lothaenorixus had enjoyed her mouth, not just with her giving him a massive orgasm but the feeling of her lips and tongue working over his flesh even afterwards when his cocks had deflated. His skin was tough and hard to hurt but that did not reduce his tactile senses to pleasure, his sense of touch was very keen especially with his cocks. They had a pouch to hide in because unlike the rest of his body they were far less secure, much more prone to being harmed than say his arms.

When Audrey finally shifted up on the bed, straddling his body as she dragged herself up by his horns he laid there like he had before, smiling. His horns were not meant to be used in such a manner, at least not so liberally. He was however glad that she took to using them, it saved him from having to pick her up often, freeing up those hands of his to please and tease her. His horns curved backwards, they were like rams horns, ribbed, the tips were not sharp per say, they definitely were not blunt however. Her small and soft hands teased his horns, the feeling of them rub over his horns was enjoyable but not nearly as mind blowing as when he saw her lean over and lick and suck on them. Her breasts dangling near his mouth as she took to giving his horns oral pleasure, in response he licked at her nipples with his long snake like tongue before trying to wrap his lips around one of the nipples and taste her breast.

Wrapping his arms around Audrey’s petite body, caressing her back as she teased him with her lips and tongue, groaning softly as he switched between nipples “Did your playtime not satisfy you?” it was obvious that Audrey needed a fix, she was insatiable and unlike the Succubi in hell she was not so easily sent away. She was his consort, not some plaything. Lothaenorixus was ready to give Audrey another orgasm or two, first with his lips as she had given him, as he moved to roll over when she had removed her lips from his horns so he would not impale her as he shifted so that he was the one on top, as he moved the door swung open and one of the worms entered the bedroom.

The guards had been busy detaining another cultist. The cultist that stood in the doorway was female, quite insane too. Her family had for generations spoken how highly their family was Lothaenorixus’ cult following, somewhere along the line someone had made up that they were to be the family from which the consorts would be found. Crazed that she was not his consort and was not regarded any higher than every other member of the cult she decided to act and show her Demonic God that she was dedicated to him and more worthy than Audrey. Wielding a knife, a sacrificial dagger in hand, her intention was clear, she was going to kill Audrey and offer Lothaenorixus her heart as proof of her worthiness. Her reasoning was quite insane and without any merit. Yelling loudly as she raised the dagger up into the air “That bitch is not worthy of your love, she is not even a worshiper. I will show you my dedication, and my love for you, her heart shall make for a sacrifice in your honor and pave way for my rightful spot as your consort.”

As the cultist charged towards the bed more and more cultists gathered nearby the doorway, gasping in shock, many kneeling with their forehead pressed upon the ground as a show that they were not so unhinged that they would dare attack Audrey or their God. They wished to be spared from a horrible fate, softly chanting their demonic prayer in his native tongue, praising their lord and his chosen consort. Lothaenorixus’ eyes grew dark, and angry, Audrey would be able to see that briefly before he pulled away from her. He had to protect her from the deranged cultist. Leaping off the bed and towards the knife wielding fanatic, Lothaenorixus ripped the dagger out of her hand, flinging it across the room, burying it into the wall to the hilt. The knife had been enchanted, blessed by Lothaenorixus himself millennia ago, as such it had the power to harm him, cutting his own hand in protecting Audrey. Kneeing the cultist in the gut before throwing her across the room to slow her down, Lothaenorixus looked back to Audrey and called out to her “Climb onto my back, I will keep this unworthy worm from harming you.”
 
Audrey's breathing was heavy, indulging in tasting his horns. But, that's not what her stop thinking, she had felt his tongue, his lips wrapped tightly around her breast, her nipples immediately firming up in his mouth. She was positive that he would be able to taste it. She felt lightheaded, a good kind of lightheaded. She brought her small body towards his mouth that seemed to burn her skin on contact with it. Then, it stopped. Returning back to reality, she was about to ask Lothie what happened when she heard it, this "worm", as Lothie referred to everyone around her as, charging at her, making a plea to Lothie, someone who she idolized and worshipped by the sound of it. She was charging at her with a knife, and she was paralyzed by fear, her eyes shutting tightly together, gripping the bedsheets for a few minutes. Pain. No, no pain had been felt. Blinking her eyes open warily, she saw that Lothie's hand had been hurt, and reached out to grab him but he had already knocked her to the ground, playtime had been interrupted. And if it was one thing that she couldn't stand was that precious intimate time had been taken away from her. She heard Lothie call out to her, to tell her to climb onto his back, eagerly she jumped on his back, her fingers curling against his neck, and snuggled close, leaving kisses down the side of his neck to soothe him.

She huddled close to him, pressing her naked body next to his. She know that if he wasn't so warm, she would be freezing her butt off. She kissed his horn, wrapping her fingers around his horns, and then realizing that the men whose noses were pressing the ground could see how high she had risen on his back, and could see her cleavage, sank down immediately, covering her body against his warmer, stronger body. She could feel every muscle in his body, every curve, radiating of power and violence. She caressed the side of his cheek to soothe him, not to comfort him to the extent that he wouldn't kill her because she didn't like the thought of anyone living who tried to kill her, and to pry her away from Lothie. She didn't so much care about her life as staying with Lothie and living their life together, and removing any barrier that prevented them to be together was critical. She didn't know what kind of sadistic, violent, gory scene he had mapped out in his head, but she didn't want any part of it. Pressing her face tightly against the curve of his shoulders, she squeezed her eyes shut, she didn't even want to even witness what was about to unfold. She just held on tightly, her smaller body trembling at the blood that would be shed tonight.
 
Lothaenorixus felt Audrey wrap her body around his own just as he had told her to; it was safer if she were closer to him, his heightened anger often led to him forgetting his surroundings, with a momentary glitch he could end up harming her as a secondary target without meaning to do so. With Audrey pressed against him he knew where she was at all times which ensured that he was much more aware even in those precious few moments where the rage spilled over and led to actions that his conscious mind purposely blanked out. He was not in the mood to be soothed, even Audrey’s ripe firm body pressed against him or her kisses did not ease his hatred, he intended to make an example out of the cultist, not only had she come into what was considered a private area restricted to Audrey and himself only, she had also voiced threats, death threats and physical violence against Audrey. Nobody, not nobody was permitted to harm his consort; Audrey was precious, something special to him.

Moving over towards the crumbled cultist he kicked her whilst she was still on the ground, kicking with such force that she flew up off the ground and sailed across the room, slamming against the wall, blood spluttering from her lips as she wheezed from the force of the blow. Picking up his pace he rushed towards the cultist, thrusting both his arms at her, his fists slamming into her shoulders, the sickening crunch when they connected was more than enough to make anyone realize what had happened. Bones had snapped, popped out of place and some even had shattered beyond natural recovery. The woman shrieked in agony, begging pleading with her lord to spare her but Lothaenorixus had none of that. He was deaf to all pleas right now, there was only one thing that mattered besides Audrey being unharmed, for her to be safe and that could never be if he allowed what was supposed to be fanatical supporters to live when they had proven themselves unworthy. Slamming his fists into her arms and her chest, each hit having sickening crunching sounds coupled with shrieks of pain. The woman’s arms were broken, bruised, and bloodied. His fists had been soiled with her tainted blood. Her ribcage was all but shattered; she was not going to survive this encounter even if he spared her right now.

Grasping at the cultists neck, he pushed her up against the wall. Lothaenorixus lifted the cultist high above his head, choking the life from her momentarily “You have been deemed unworthy to even be a worm, to attack your queen and physically harm your god you shall be spared nothing. Your pain will be eternal; torment shall be your companion for all time.” Reaching for one of her ankles, taking it as he let go of her neck, the sudden change causing the woman to fall to the side, and then rendered into an upside down position. “Worms go fetch me some nails.” By this stage the cultist could hardly whimper, her breathing had been reduced to short wet gasps. Blood was filling vital organs such as the lungs. Death was inevitable; it was however going to take some time.

Cultists that had been praying scattered from outside, running frantically to fetch the long nail spikes, not daring to question their god, the woman had sinned and vengeance was rightfully his. Lothaenorixus dragged the woman outside, taking Audrey with him “Keep those eyes on the ground, so much as look upon the chosen one in her present state and you shall join this treacherous leech in a slow and painful death, a death that will not end suffering but only lead to more.” Each cultist had pledged their souls to him, those that were loyal and exceptionally so were rewarded in their after life; those that besmirched his name or disrespected him were thrown into the darkest pits of hell to be tortured forever.

When the cultists had returned with nails, he took them and pierced the woman’s ankle, driving the spike through her flesh and bone, his unholy and demonic strength enough to pass such obstacles, burying the spike into the wall, pinning her against the wall in an upside down position. With the other spikes he nailed her into place, putting her into a very uncomfortable and painful pose, twisting her legs, her back and forcing the arms and legs into unnatural positions, positions that could not be attained without first having the joints put out of their respective sockets. The woman bled profusely from each spike, rendered barely conscious and incoherent. When he as done, more than 30 nails had been embedded into her body, blood had poured down the wall, pooling at his feet. “Die painfully maggot.” Lothaenorixus turning away, leaving the woman to pass into death at her own pace, whether that was measured in minutes or hours one could not truly calculate the only thing that could be safely assumed was that she would not live to see the sunrise again.

Satisfied that she had been tormented enough and left in a painful position to die “Guards, front and centre, I want to know how this happened, how a single cultist managed to come to Audrey’s room with an enchanted dagger?” Lothaenorixus needed to know why, his back turned from the tortured woman, shielding Audrey from the cultists even though their gaze faithfully was at their feet. Stepping towards the door he stood in the doorway and stood just enough inside that if Audrey opened her eyes, she would not see the woman’s body and much of the blood. “Audrey, hop down and close the door and get dressed. You will accompany me to the meeting seeing that we have corruption in the ranks, I must do it myself.” He was not about to leave Audrey alone with just two guards anymore, he would need more than that now that it had been proven that the cultists were far from perfect servants. Those that were loyal were perfect but there were twisted individuals that were not so loyal amongst them, and that was a problem. Lothaenorixus had no preference for what Audrey wanted to wear but at this point in time something that covered her body was welcomed.
 
The whole time, Audrey stayed perched on his back, her arms wrapped around his neck from the back, clutching him close. She could feel her heart beating, her nails digging into his skin when she heard the crunch of bones, the breaking of body parts, the twists of the limbs in inappropriate positions. She heard it all because she hadn't been watching, her eyes would refuse to open, she was breaking out in a sweat and she wasn't being hurt. She had just been in danger and knew that Lothie wouldn't let up anytime soon, not even for another blowjob. He could hear her small labored breathing against his ear, her body pressed firmly against his. She doubted whether he had control of his emotions, so that if she told him to stop, he would stop. But, she didn't know if he would, even if he wanted to-- could he stop? She squeezed her eyes tighter when she felt him stop, asking the "worms" to give him nails. And she heard the impact of skin on nails, her face pressed against the crook of his shoulders, her insides bunching up in her body, feeling like she was going to vomit from everything that she heard and felt. Her grip on him dramatically strengthened, knowing that it wasn't going to phase him in the bit. For one, he was angry, angry wasn't the appropriate word, he was beyond furious at what had happened, and for two, her tightest grip didn't phase him at all, even on a good day.

“Audrey, hop down and close the door and get dressed. You will accompany me to the meeting seeing that we have corruption in the ranks, I must do it myself.”

She opened her eyes just a peek, and slowly, pulled herself away from him, nodding slowly. She didn't have energy to argue, to tell him that she would be fine sleeping in the room, and that he could stay with her, and hold the meeting in there. She wouldn't win this argument. Grateful that he had blocked the eternal statue of the girl that hung on the wall with the nails, and the violent, gruesome scene that had just enfolded, found an appropriate pink dress, and put it on slowly, savouring each moment that they had some privacy. After she had finished, she held his hand, and let him lead her into the meeting room. She was so tired, and know that the threat was gone, had fallen asleep in his arms, being cradled by him, and curled up herself closer to his body warmth, indulging in the warm body, and cooed happily. She was exhausted from the intimate sessions they had just had, and from the insane girl. She knew that Lothie wouldn't ease up now, not if she begged him, because he just became super possessive of her if he hadn't been in the first place. It would be a while until she woke up, she was just that tired.
 
Lothaenorixus stood in the doorway, blocking his cultists from entering the bedroom and blocking much of their view into the room too as Audrey changed, dressing herself in clothing at his request. The cut on his palm slowly bled out, the blood was black, different to a human’s life giving nectar; it was unlike any wound he had been inflicted with since Audrey had been with him. In fact he had come off rather unscathed during his fights almost every, there had been minor wounds, bruising but never bleeding, profuse bleeding as it was. Placing his hand on the wall outside of the room, choosing to keep Audrey less aware of the wound for the moment, there was little doubt that Audrey would make a scene, or kick up a fuss over the wound. Right now, Lothaenorixus did not want to deal with any sort of fuss like that, besides, he had himself a plan to work this unforeseen event into something to benefit him. Turning his head to the side, looking towards Audrey once he was satisfied that the cultists were going to do as he said as well as Audrey having had sufficient time to get dressed and be decent.

Holding out his other hand to her, stepping out of the bedroom, he kept to the left hand side of the doorway, blocking Audrey’s view of the new sculpture added to the wall as well as his bleeding left hand, leading her to the right ahead of him “The meeting will not be that long” he was trying to reassure Audrey and keep her distracted from engaging in other conversation. His bleeding left hand tried its best to remain at his side opposed to Audrey. “After the meeting I will be selecting candidates to be your personal guard, my testing will be thorough, you will have a say on which ones you wish to have. You are too precious to me not to have your own personal guard; there will be many times soon when I will not be able to remain at your side to ensure your personal safety.” Pausing for a little while, allowing her to digest the information he was telling her, the whole encounter was shocking and there was no doubt Audrey was in shock, shock was not very good for a person in regards to their memory, especially short term.

Taking her into the war room, leading her around the large table filled with many little figurines and a replica of the massive city of Tyrine, taking a seat at the head of the table, allowing her to sit where she wanted, his lap. “I will be leaving soon in order to create something, and with that creation you shall never have to fear harm from hostile crowds or individuals again. I am going to conquer Tyrine and take up the mantle as its ruler” pointing to the crowned figurine of him before pointing to the figurine that represented Audrey “You shall be my Queen.” He was going to explain more when he realized he had been speaking to her even though she had already drifted asleep, his disclosure of his plans to her interrupted once more. His bleeding hand was spent hovering over a chalice on the table in front of him, forcing the blood from his palm by curling his fingers up into a fist and squeezing, forcing the blood to ooze out plentifully before the wound could seal.

Grunting to a sole Cultist that stood in the doorway awaiting orders, the grunt signified Lothaenorixus’ readiness to begin the meeting despite having Audrey in his lap, curled up against his right arm, asleep. The cultist quickly hurried to inform the others. Word spread quickly and the meeting was held minutes later despite Audrey being curled up on his lap. Lothaenorixus could not move freely because of her but that was a sacrifice he enjoyed. The meeting began with the lone cultist being in charge of the chalice, first to sip the blood of their god and the man in charge of passing it around to the entire cultist gathering. The effects of the blood would take a while for Lothaenorixus to process, in the mean time the man and woman in charge of the battle plan and information gathering laid out their details and suggested battle strategy to Lothaenorixus, over the course of two hours things were discussed, tactics were changed and Lothaenorixus knew what part he would be involved in and just what was necessary to help his cult achieve victory over a vastly superior standing army. By the end of it the effects were processed well and truly, two others among the group were traitors, asking the two to stand without giving them a reason he gave the order for their execution by the others.

Sorting the cultists into two groups once the two killings were dealt with, one group was to be the Army; the other group was to be potential elites and personal guard to Audrey and to himself. The Armed Forces were to engage the core battles in the upcoming skirmishes, they were the group troops, and were expendable even if they did not know it. The Elites’ were to be auditioned first as Audrey’s personal guard and then as commanding officers to the ground troops. All the Elites’ would be imbued with super human abilities, gifts from their Deity for loyalty. This would further help those chosen as Audrey’s Guard to protect her in his absence.
 
“After the meeting I will be selecting candidates to be your personal guard, my testing will be thorough, you will have a say on which ones you wish to have. You are too precious to me not to have your own personal guard; there will be many times soon when I will not be able to remain at your side to ensure your personal safety.”

Audrey knew he would take a dominant role in their relationship, he would choose what he felt was best to protect her. He gave her an option, even when he knew the "worms" that would protect her better than she did. She didn't want a personal guard, she wanted Lothie. She knew that he wouldn't budge, that her life had been within death's arms, endangered too often for him to feel comfortable with. Looking up at him, she asked, "Why would you not be with me?" She didn't seem to be able to grasp the concept that he would be busy, he hadn't told her of plans. "If you were busy, I could be with you. I could go wherever you go." Like in the meeting, she would follow him around, he would hold her hand, so that he would always be with her. "That way, I wouldn't need a guard. Right, sweetie?" She looked up at him, expecting and hoping that he'd agree with her, especially after the blowjob that he had enjoyed so much. On the other hand, she did want freedom. She knew if they were together too often, the sparks in the bedroom might flare out, and this wouldn't give them time to miss each other. Nevertheless, she didn't want to be babysat by men. She knew it would be men, as she hadn't seen many female guards, wandering around the grounds. She held his hand, as he guided her to the meeting room, not knowing what to expect, but fatigue was catching up with her.

“I will be leaving soon in order to create something, and with that creation you shall never have to fear harm from hostile crowds or individuals again. I am going to conquer Tyrine and take up the mantle as its ruler”

She had been about to fall asleep in his lap when she had heard him talking about their future, and then wondered if it was really their future. He was talking about his future but not hers, and when he started to talk about leaving, she had thought he was leaving her, tears started to leak from the corner of her eyes, pressing her face against his hard chest, sniffling, and looked up at him, hurt. When he had pointed to her figurine, she rubbed her tears away and gave a soft smile, noticing that he had said she would be his queen, without any question. She liked his authority, and snuggled back into the cradle he made with his arms. If she had seen the wound turn black, she would have cried, and asked what she could do, and how he had got it, and if he would be okay. But, he had concealed it well. If he hadn't, she would have started to cry all over again. She was an emotional woman, and unlike Lothie, she hadn't been taught to conceal her emotions. She had been dreaming what things they would encounter in Tyrine, she was nervous to ask or even think about the battle, about the risk of Lothie being hurt, or... worse. She chose not to talk about it, and whenever he brought it up, she would politely ask him to not talk about it, and snuggle in deeper into his strong arms that she always felt safe in.

Slowly stirring in her sleep, she rubbed her eyes tiredly. She had to rub her eyes again from the scene she saw. She couldn't believe it, at first-- she had thought that it was cranberry juice. But, then, it was a much deeper color. Looking up, Lothie hadn't noticed that she had woken up from her position in his arms, she didn't want to wake up. She was so comfortable in his embrace. "Lothie, why are they drinking that? I-Is that your blood?" Her voice was cracking, knowing that if it was his blood, she was going to either faint, pass out, or throw up from the sight. She pressed her face against his shoulder, and looked up at him, taking his hand and gently pressing it against her slender waist, looking at him, tears breaking free again, "Is your hand hurt?" She took his hand, gently caressed the wound, kissing it softly, pressing herself closer to his body until she couldn't get any closer. The scene that he wanted to avoid in the first place would not be avoided now, she was tearing up at seeing how much blood had they been drinking, at how much blood he had poured into the cup, and when he hadn't answered when she asked if it was his blood, that it was his blood, tears soaking his chest at how painful it tore at her heart that they were drinking it so calmly.
 
Knowing that Audrey would need protection now and in the future because of what his plans involved and what Audrey’s part of it would be helped in his decision to lay the law down to Audrey and not back down. “You can come with me to my meetings. You may do as you please so long as you do not complain too often about being bored.” He was sure that Audrey would find them boring or the topics not very engaging or satisfying. Certainly there was also certain meetings that could arise in the future that Audrey would most likely be denied access to, for her own safety, sanity and because she need not know what transpired, these meetings most likely were of Lothaenorixus torturing someone.

With Audrey drifting asleep in his arms he was able to freely discuss all that he needed to discuss with his cultist followers without interruption until Audrey had stirred a little bit too much and had woken herself up and had taken notice of what he had been hiding so well from her before. Yes, that was his blood in the chalice, yes his hand was bleeding at least it had been, the wound had since closed over and a light amount of smearing blood remained on his palm. Shifting his gaze from the cultists down to Audrey, Lothaenorixus listened to her and held onto her as she quivered and cried because he was injured. “Yes, it is.” He reluctantly told her before going onto explain further “They are consuming it as a part of their religious beliefs, I am allowing it because with only a few droplets I can connect to the human’s mind and learn their intentions, all the cultists here are loyal, the ones that are drinking right now are the chosen few that will potentially be apart of your personal guard.” The few standing members amongst the group were the elites, passing the chalice about to have more of their god, savoring the taste, slowly becoming more than human, joining with their God in a way few others could understand.

When Audrey took his hands and pressed the wound to her lips and kissed it better he smiled, Lothaenorixus was happy that Audrey cared for him. “It is okay, I am a fast healer and this does not hurt.” Shifting Audrey on his lap, Lothaenorixus leaned over and kissed her despite having quite the audience. “Do not worry.” Lothaenorixus’ fingers stroking Audrey’s back to comfort her, to stop Audrey from crying more. Meanwhile the cultist elites were passing around the chalice, gorging themselves on the blood provided to them. It was made up mostly from men however there were women amongst the elite. The armed forces began to leave, preparing for war, preparing for the start of their victory.
 
“They are consuming it as a part of their religious beliefs, I am allowing it because with only a few droplets I can connect to the human’s mind and learn their intentions, all the cultists here are loyal, the ones that are drinking right now are the chosen few that will potentially be apart of your personal guard."

A potential part of her guard?! No. Audrey was refusing to allow anyone into her inner circle unless it was Lothie. She didn't trust these people, and sometimes, she thought Lothie was too nice to these people and got suspicious. Her fingers curled around Lothie's much larger hand, and brought it around her waist. Once she felt his warm lips take her mouth to taste her, she melted in a puddle of goo. She ran her fingers up into his hair, she could feel her small curves press against his body, her lips opening to play with his tongue, breathing against his mouth, fondling with his horns, her fingers wrapping themselves around them securely and started to "jerk" them off like she would with his cocks. Realizing that they had company, and she didn't want anyone ogling them as they made out intimately, she pulled away, pressing her head against the crook of his shoulder. She rested there, realizing that he was hurt and it was a bad idea to get him riled up. He had work to do, and she had distracted him last night, blushing and remembering how he tore holes through their bed, listening to his heart beat as she pressed her head against his chest. She wondered when this meeting would be over, and frowned, looking back onto the scene, she didn't like the way they were gorging on his blood. If they only needed a few drops, then why were they drinking more than they had to?! They were sadistic creatures. She suspected that Lothie would be very upset with her if she were to take the cup out of their hands and grab it and hold it in her hands, so she resisted from doing so. Instead, she just focused on him, and watching him talk to them.

She snuggled into his warm embrace, smelling his aromatic, warm, and spicy scent that she always craved. Looking at him, she held his hand and watched his facial features when he talked to his "worms." He seemed at ease here, her fingers drifting up to rub his cheeks once in a while, laying her head on his chest, wanting some alone time. To emphasize her point, she began to kiss her way up his neck until she found his ear, and breathed hotly against it. She wanted to feel him thrusting inside her, and wanted to feel her hands on his hard cocks. She pulled him down, not for a kiss, but so her tongue could touch, just the slightest on his horn, just to get him crazy. Her tongue wafting around the long, sharp shape, pulling him inside her mouth, ignoring the audience. She was going to get what she wanted, what they both wanted, her shirt's buttons were open, waiting for his hand to creep inside it, to grope her, tangling her fingers in his small tuft of hair that she thought was adorable. "Lothie..." She whispered softly, he would know she wanted something, and she was hungry for him.
 
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