Defiler of Worlds (NymphoWolf x Lord DreamCrusher)

The bliss of his followers behind her flowed into him as added power. Of course this kind of energy wouldn't last very long but it pleased him all the same, a bliss unmatched by anything save sexual conquest in his mind. He felt their eyes upon him as he gripped Isolde's shoulders and began to thrust upward into her cleavage but his eyes remained locked upon his champion as she squeezed her tits together and worked to further massage him with their softness while also licking and sucking at his head. She had come a long way during these past months but there was still room for improvement all the same.

"You are mine. You belong to me. You have no will but my own and the greatest pleasure you may take is my own. When you serve me you will be rewarded in kind, when you displease me it will leave you in the depths of unmatched agony. Feel the joys of your body as you service my cock and know that I give you permission to cum." The words would reverberate through her soul once more as he released her from restriction in these moments. Slowly but surely he would continue to mold and shape her to his desire, until she thought of nothing but himself and how best to serve him in all regards. The finest delicacies would taste like ash in comparison to his body, and the most expensive perfumes would pale in comparison to the scent of his musky cock or the sting of his sweat. She would not reach such a pinnacle of perfection as his servant so quickly of course but such was his desire and so it would be in time. For now he focused upon binding her sexual pleasure to his own in ensuring that she would be able to find her own release in the act of servicing him as it would prove a worthy tool for motivating her actions in the future.

Time and time again his thick shaft plowed through the pressing tit-flesh around it and would sink into her waiting mouth for a few inches. At such an angle should couldn't hope to take him down her throat but that was hardly the point of this exercise as he had already demanded that when he came it would be upon her, not inside her. No the main point of her mouth right now was not only to pleasure him greater, tongue rolling against the leathery flesh of his underside as her lips would stretch each time his broad head sunk into her head, but rather the point was to drool messily upon his manhood and slicken him up for less friction against her skin. He was a god yes but in physical form he did still have to abide by many of the same rules of life unless he spent some of his precious power to negate them temporarily but thankfully that was not necessary here by any means.
 
The sound of her Lord's instruction made her shudder in overwhelming pleasure and she murmured gratefully around a mouthful of His cock. Her tongue wildly around the crown of His thick shaft and she made no attempt to suck away the mess. Instead, she allowed her saliva to spill from her lips and over her breasts, easing the slide of His pulsing flesh against hers.

She began to hear the sound of flesh slapping together behind her and the thought that everyone could see the great Lord Khotar using her for His pleasure made her insides clench. She withheld the thought of building her own pleasure but then recalled His command. I give you permission to cum...

Isolde's hips twitched forward involuntarily and she moaned as she sucked down the precum that was leaking profusely from the tip of His surging cock. Swallowing it down, the heat spread out from her stomach, lighting up the nerve endings and making her seeping cunt tingle with pleasure. Each time His cock slid away felt like a profound loss and she rolled her large tits around Him as if beckoning His cock back in into her waiting mouth.

"Master," she moaned as He surged between her tits, making them even more sensitive beneath Him. As His cock pressed up, His large hands gripping her shoulder, the helmet of His cock pressed past her lips hitting the back of her throat and she exploded without warning. Her scream of ecstasy was muffled around the thickness of His cock.

The energy from her orgasm exploded forward and radiated into her Lord and Master since she was so supremely focused on His being. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm her hands squeezing her large breasts even harder around His thick meat.
 
Khotar didn't do much to show his emotions but inwardly he was feeling the pleasure as her breasts squeezed around him, being more and more lubed by the moment with a combination of her messing drooling and his steadily leaking precum that smeared over both of their bodies. This was one core of his being, sexual gratification at the use of another, and the hedonistic crowd behind her only furthered his appeasement.

Every time his head slipped into her eagerly waiting mouth she suckled upon him to further stimulate his impressive manhood, though he knew that she was addicted to the taste of his cum and that fueled her actions even further. Then the gravity of his permission struck her as the pleasure bubbled and boiled from her like a vapor, her orgasm causing the woman to cry out in bliss as she shivered and shook before him. The combination of all sensations combined was enough to bring him to release and as his thrusts turned more jerky and erratic she would know that he was close.

Finally she would witness the crown of his cock engorge and expand right before his release and his head flared up and outward just like any other stallion before his shaft flexed tightly and delivered the first might jet of viscous cum. It sprayed directly into her waiting face and splashed down over her neck and chest, the sticky fluids clinging to her skin and coating her in the comforting warmth of his love. The next few spurts were just as impressive and some ended up flying upward past her face only to rain down upon her head in long ropes that fell to the ground behind her and caught at her feet. She couldn't see them past the generous size of her breasts as they encased the divine shaft before her but Khotar's huge balls were clenching hard to deliver their contents for her enjoyment, and the satisfaction of the god they belonged to.

All the while his eyes stared down at her and only rarely blinked but his throat did offer some humming sounds of his enjoyment as the vibrations emanated in groans and grunts that were soft compared to his usual booming speech yet still plenty loud for all in attendance to hear if they cared to focus upon it. The fact of the matter was that the people involved in the orgy were spending much of their time watching him but the rest of their senses were just too overwhelmed to make sense of anything else, they were mere mortals after all and couldn't be expected to do much beyond the simple grunt work assigned to them.

By the time he finally finished his orgasm his cock yet remained rock hard and wedged between her breasts and his head remained flared out wide as the tube of his urethra leaked out the last remnants of his release. She had satisfied him in these moments and had plenty of his corrupted seed to savor and yet she could sense that he was not yet finished with her, he had one more thing he wished to do while all eyes were upon them. For now he simply waited though and gave her the time she would need to recover from such bliss as he considered her progress and how far she still had left to go.
 
The sight of the cock between her breasts swelling up and then erupting outwards like a geyser had her body trembling in awe. Isolde opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue in anticipation, longing to be bathed in His cum. It hit her harder than she had anticipated and a gasp sounded out as His hot cum splashed over her face and neck and upper chest. A second rained down on her from above and she shuddered. Gasping, Isolde swallowed down the amount that had poured into her mouth.

Her breasts heaved around His shaft and she leaned her head forward to wrap her lips around the leaking tip of His cock, sucking down the essence that she treasured so highly. Her tongue slid against the slit before she pulled back licking her own lips. Bringing her hands up, Isolde swiped the cum that covered her face scooping His precious cum into her hungry mouth.

Unexpectedly a second orgasm wracked her body merely from the amount of His cum she had consumed. Her insides convulsed and she cried out once again. Continuing her heavy breathing, Isolde looked up at Him, a smile curving her cheeks. He truly was amazing to behold and she felt so honored just to be in His presence.

The power He gave off had definitely increased and though she couldn't see it, His influence had now completely taken over her eyes, leaving the pupils a brilliant and alluring gold. "Master," she panted, straightening herself before Him, sensing that He had further uses for her through their bond. "Use my body, my soul and my life as you see fit for I am your tool to command my Lord Khotar," she pledged diligently, her head bowing respectfully.
 
His shaft twitched again in pleasure as she leaned down to suckle the remaining cum from his manhood so hungrily even after the mouthful she had just swallowed down. Her submission pleased him indeed and as her eyes changed further to display his power he stared and savored the golden hue that he so preferred. "Indeed. You will be used." At this point he stepped back and tugged his rigid length from the confines of her lovely breasts and extended his left hand down to grip the saliva-soaked shaft. His gaze flicked up to the orgy behind her and he could sense that their mortal forms were starting to run out of energy to sustain the pleasures they gave and received. Still they would continue until they had no energy left to give, they would fuck until they passed out in a sticky, sweaty heap, but this was the perfect time to express once more how they were so far beneath him.

Khotar's chest rose and fell steadily with each breath and the subtle movements of his abdominal muscles were practically hypnotic but his voice...his voice could never be drowned out or ignored as it sliced through any surroundings to deliver his message plainly. "All of you now belong to me, you are disciples of my will and you will serve this god of defilement until the end of your days. Even Isolde, who speaks my will in my absence, is nothing more than a tool or instrument for me to treat as I please. Behold and understand clearly that what respect you give to her is truly meant for me, each of you means nothing beyond what you can provide for me." He felt and saw the eyes upon him as he made his proclamation and the passions weakened slightly as they focused even moreso upon him. Then, aiming his flared tip towards his champion's face, he relaxed the muscles of his bladder and the first trickling drops of yellow-white rolled outward and spattered noisily upon the ground beneath him.

The stream grew quickly of course, rising steadily higher as the first drops fell upon Isolde's creamy-white thighs as she knelt before him. The sheer warmth of his urine was far more than even the divine seed that he had made her addicted to and as it rolled over her fair skin it was almost uncomfortable for the temperature that seeped into her being. It continued to rise up to splash upon her cum-soaked tits and up to her neck before the stream reached full force and gushed out directly towards the woman's face as Khotar gave her proper instruction. "Open your mouth, even being my toilet is a gift beyond what you deserve. Knead your breasts and present them to me that I may soak you in my scent like an animal and show all of my flock that the power you channel does not elevate you above them." Much like the bestial animal his form represented his bladder was vast and the flow of his piss was potent as he angled the stream all around her face and chest in kind. Khotar would ensure that he coated all that he could of her body from this angle but ultimately the process wouldn't take too long to complete. He used some of the power that this ceremony had provided him to extend the duration of his relief but he didn't dare waste too much of it on a frivolous task, the day would come soon enough that he wouldn't worry over limited resource if everything went to plan. "Mmm, all life exists to serve. Even this is a gift you should be grateful for and your dreams should be filled with longing to have such an honor if it pleases me."
 
You will be used... The words sent a keen shudder of pleasure to her core and she waited beneath Him in rapt anticipation. His own large hand wrapped around the rigid shaft, pulling it free from the valley of her large breasts. The sound of His voice wrapped around her and everyone in the crowd. She felt a slight sense of trepidation at His words but pushed it aside. After all, she would gladly give her life if He were to ask for it.

A part of her was perplexed as He pointed the tip of His flared horse cock to her face. He had just cum and yet it seemed that He had more to give her. Isolde's eyes widened as liquid began to flow from the tip and she finally registered what He intended. There was indeed shock because the thought had never crossed her mind for something like this to occur. And yet she felt no disgust in the act. Only surprise, which is why she felt frozen before Him until the hot yellow liquid began to splash over her thighs and she gasped at the sensation as it rose over her body.

His words made her realize how she wasn't rightfully honoring His gift and she was quick to opening her mouth and spreading her legs before Him. She wanted the rest of His followers to understand their places and hers as well so although the taste of the hot piss that flowed into her mouth didn't thrill her like His cum she gladly swallowed it by the mouthful.

Her stomach was quickly filling with the hot liquid and as it splashed over her breasts and skin to warm her it also warmed her from the inside out. The scent of it was heady and like a concentrated form of His musk making her wonderfully dizzy.

As the flow finally lessened and He graced her with His words again she nodded. "Of course Master!" she praised and then prostrated her soaked body flat on the ground before Him, her full stomach sloshing at the movement. She could hear the sounds of the other followers in turn doing the same by bowing as well. "I thank you for the honor of soaking me, your most faithful servant in both your seed and your piss Master. I am most humbled before you Great One," she told Him eagerly.
 
His cum of course was pure, the taste divine, while his piss was anything but. The smell however was intensely concentrated as she noticed and it could almost be described as assaulting her senses with its acrid fumes, though as she noticed it carried his scent in perhaps the purest form and as the urine was sure to soak into her pores his musk would continue to drive her wild with lust for as long as she remained coated in his filth. Of course the taste would linger too, a reminder of his glory until her food and drink managed to wash it away once more. As she knelt before him, belly full of a mixture of his piss and cum, he watched the others move quickly to follow. In moments all of his people were properly prostrated before him and it was clear they all understood, truly understood his nature and desires. His work here was done, at least for now.

Offering a slight grin he allowed his cock to flop down and hang towards the ground before his loincloth materialized once more to barely cover his massive manhood, the likes of which bulged through the fabric at this point. "As you should be, and make sure that you do not forget this lesson. Go forth to these towns as I have commanded and spread my presence to those most vulnerable or most willing. The better you serve, the more you may see of me walk this earth. And the more likely that you too may be rewarded in such a fashion." The darkness of the night seemed to crack and tear behind him as a portal of dark energy opened. The edges squirmed like hungry limbs as he passed through the threshold and returned to his domain, his body fading until only his eyes were visible, peering out from the gnawing dark. A dull hum, almost like groaning sounds of lust and hunger, came from the display before the rift closed and sealed away. His faithful were ready to expand and his champion properly knew her place. Again he must be patient and watch as they spread his influence though from this point forward he could make trips into the mortal realm more often, perhaps to answer the ceremonious calls like this one where they fed him the energy he craved or perhaps just to take what fun he desired upon those who caught his eye. He felt the power beginning to tingle in his being once more and his confidence was ever-growing.
 
Isolde's gazed up surreptitiously through wet lashes at her Lord as He spoke. "Yes my Lord," she spoke with reverence. She would do her best to make His will a reality. A part of it was selfish since she wanted to be able to be with Him at all times.

Looking up her eyes widened as He stepped back into His own domain. The sounds coming out made her insanely curious but she could see nothing but darkness around His form. His teal eyes held her focus until the portal finally closed around Him. She felt His loss keenly but held in her grief. It only meant she would have to work even harder to be able to see Him sooner.

Isolde stood and turned to face her own congregation, still covered and filled with His fluids. Rather than feeling ashamed she wore it like the honor it was. They were all slowly rising, looking slightly drained but shocked and delighted as well. Which was only natural considering that they were finally able to see their God for the first time.

"Listen to me, all of you!" she called out, ignoring the slight sloshy fullness she felt as she moved. "You have all heard the will of our Lord. We shall do our best to serve Him and expand His domain. First we shall spread His power through the town of Xavos!" she proclaimed. The stone and metal of the village would give them an advantage were they to be found out. "I shall be leaving tomorrow with ten others in my retinue to overtake the city. It will not be a simple task. But for Lord Khotar all is possible!" The crowd cheered and she removed herself from the stage to prepare. There would be much to do. Jameson approached with a robe in hand and a look of determination on his face. He still rarely talked but he helped serve in other ways.

"Jameson, you shall stay here and oversee the restoration of the sacred site," she ordered and he nodded wordlessly. True to her word, Isolde left the next day, ten other followers in tow. They converted first the town mayor and council and spread His influence from there. Xavos was overtaken quietly in only a fortnight. Riding the waves of victory they then took over Cherryton in only five days time and then Oxford. As a trade town, Oxford was tricky because there were constantly tourists and traveling merchants in and out. To avoid suspicion and avoid negative word from spreading the entire operation went much slower than she hoped. However, within another fortnight, Oxford had been taken and was taking measures to corrupt each person that passed through, spreading Khotar's will like a furious virus.

When Isolde finally returned to the small town of Yarrin she was highly pleased by the progress. The old library was completely restored from the exterior view and they had just begun the excavation of the dungeon beneath. Isolde could feel His power growing with each passing day and it filled her with a contagious joy that she shared as she led the worshippers in prayer each day. Traffic into Yarrin increased as more people brought in offerings and gifts to the shrine they had erected inside the library to their Lord. They all wanted to see the place where He had first risen again.
 
They spread his will, conquering not with swords but temptation, and Khotar watched it all from the comforting embrace of his domain. His realm was an extension of himself, able to manifest any of his thoughts into reality and no petty laws existed to stifle his control. Even the most basic elements, things like gravity or time, were subject to his whims and indeed things could get much more complicated than that. Here he could put others through unimaginable hells of violation and torment, though also he could offer them bliss beyond comprehension. The power swirled and ebbed around him like inky black spirits and yet, for all their focused desires, they could do nothing unless he unleashed them.

Khotar could hear the prayers of his people and to some extent he could 'sense' the world around them but it was only through Isolde that he could know with perfect clarity. As his champion she was a conduit of his power and that meant he always knew everything she did and everything she said. He knew her thoughts better than she did and he was always with her even though she could not see him. The swift expansions pleased him greatly and with each task she completed he would feed her a trickle of his energy to warm her insides and allow her to know of her good deeds, though in the rare times that she made a mistake he would do the opposite and provide her a feeling of dread and despair to guide her along the path of focusing and bettering her choices. In the end it was only just under five weeks of time before those cities were under his sway but he wasn't the only one changing with every day.

Jameson obeyed as always yet as he toiled and managed the restoration of the library and the expansion of the basement, as per the instructions handed down to him by his god, the concentrated dark magic was having unintended side-effects upon him. His already muscular frame was strengthening and his height was expanding ever-slowly. Although he remained a faithful servant he could note that his thoughts were filling more and more with ideas of pinning women down and fucking them hard and raw. He started to consider perversions that would never have belonged to his caring heart before all of this and even his manhood seemed to be growing larger. Jameson was not on the path to becoming a champion as these effects were taking a toll upon him but rather he was becoming more brutish and less intelligent, he was becoming more bestial and embodying the traits of his deity like looking through a twisted mirror. Khotar told Isolde of this change when she returned and met the man again but to him this was a positive. "He is but another tool of mine, make use of him. Use him to break those most resistant to my will as both bodyguard and torturer. Give him control of my dungeon when it is complete, by then he will no longer have the intelligence to speak but he will still understand."

Of course all this expansion was not truly able to go unnoticed for long and so the next step, even as he marked new lands for subversion, was to prepare the cult for the day when they would announce their presence to the world and walk in the open. That meant production of proper outfits, that meant self-sufficiency in terms of bountiful harvests as well as weapons and tools. At first there would be suspicion rather than open hostility but once the other learned the truth then indeed things would turn back to war once more. This time a war he would not allow his side to lose. Still he knew painfully little about this world as it was now after his slumber and so he pulled Isolde into his realm while she slept that night, her dreams shifting into swirling darkness as she became lucid and stared down her god as he sat in a throne of spirits shaped like slaves arranged together like living furniture. These forms were nude and humanoid save for the fact that their flesh was of the same inky black that surrounded them all, however the outlines of their bodies were laced with gold, as were their lips, pussies, assholes, cocks, and eyes. Even as he rested upon them they shifted slightly in a combination of struggling to serve and lust at his touch, a few soft moans escaping their lips. "You stand for the first time within my domain, the heart of my existence and where I was forced to sleep for hundreds of years. The efforts of you and my flock have allowed me to bring you here from your dreams, though your body remains in its bed. Here there is nothing but my will and reality is shaped to my whims. This place can be the greatest gift of pleasure or the worst form of punishment, whatever I need for the task at hand. You have done well however and with only a few...missteps along the way. You deserve a little reward but first I must give you your guidance."

Wispy vapors swirled around her with desire, lacking eyes or any lasting forms but they rubbed against her body gently like predators hungering for a meal. Obviously Khotar himself was the main focus here as his teal eyes stared her down but this place, even the glossy black floor beneath her feet, was so unnatural and strange compared to everything she knew that her love for him couldn't completely blind her to the discomfort as the mortal mind had to crack just a bit to accept the true divinity of a god. Even those 'good' gods during his day wouldn't bring people into their realms but instead would always walk with them in the physical realm, that was far too boring for the likes of him. "The library you worked for in Aramoor, it is filled with knowledge of all kinds according to your memories and thoughts. For all my power I do not understand this world as I once did and this must change. I require you to infiltrate this library and place within it a token of my favor, an orb that you will find upon waking. Merely placing this object in the center of the library will allow me to devour the contents of their books as it expands my senses, though the process will take time. I could simply use you instead but I desire this orb to be left behind so that I might stay informed as time goes on."
 
Isolde had returned from her lengthy travels and checked every facet of the progress in Yarrin. Jameson she had noted had indeed changed much since she'd last seen him and she knew it was due to their powerful Lord's influence. The once gentle yet strong man had nearly doubled in size and there was a more menacing presence to his aura. He would be a valuable asset and he had done well in her absence although he required much direction. Still, he had set up the lower portion of the tower as a wonderful shrine and on the upper level was a wondrously large bedroom with a massive bed.

This is where Isolde escaped to. However, she did not sleep in the bed itself but on the hard floor in front of the small hearth in the room. The bed was for their Master's use and as such she would leave it untouched until He deigned to use it. Still, she wanted to sleep here in an attempt to feel even closer to Him.

Once she finally fell into a restful sleep she awoke to find herself in some entirely new place. And wonder of all wonders, her beloved Master was present, seated on a carnal throne of seemingly painted writhing bodies. Isolde wore nothing standing before him, her body here nude much like her sleeping one.

Her eyes wandered, wide and awestruck at the surreal perfection she was surrounded by. This place was a perfect embodiment of Him and she shivered at the heady sights and sounds. Lust, fear, and adoration all surged in her mind, overwhelming her senses. Moans echoed in the space like music accompanied by the subtle rhythm of pained cries.

His voice enveloped her, demanding her attention which she gave eagerly. Even as His words of explanation wrapped around her, dark tendrils of His power wrapped around her like preening pets seeking her attention or perhaps seeking a treat of some kind. She nodded and stretched out a hand to the searching tendrils of darkness, undoubtedly unnerved by their apparent interest but also drawn to them since they were in turn an extension of Him.

Isolde listened attentively to His instruction, feeling the weight of His will pushing down on her mind in this place. "Of course my Lord," she answered quickly with a bow of her head. "I will see to this matter at once when I return to my physical body," she pledged. Even though she was eager to carry out His will, she could not dismiss how He had mentioned rewarding her. She was practically salivating at the thought and her golden eyes gleamed with anticipation. The task of getting back into Aramoor's library shouldn't be difficult but they would undoubtedly be wary of her new aura and appearance. It would take some subtlety to attend to His appointed task without raising questions but she didn't doubt her ability.

She approached closer and knelt before him placing a kiss to the black hard surface of each of His hooves in a show of humility that still allowed her to touch Him. Merely being here was making her drip with need and although the various influences were pressing heavily against her psyche she merely clung to her love and adoration of Him, using it to keep her minds from floating into a sea of madness. "Is there anything else my Lord desires?" she asked, her eyes eagerly looking up at him from her prostrated position beneath him.
 
He nodded slightly at her understanding of the task while she looked upward with anticipation. He had told her that she deserved a reward and he intended to make good upon those words, he had allowed her to drink of his cum and piss and he had taken her virginity on the day that he corrupted her but her ass yet remained untouched. "Come closer, crawl to me like an animal." Perhaps a measure of irony that a god who liked to appear as a bipedal stallion would say such a thing but there was no indication that he was speaking in jest as his hand slipped from the living rest and slowly tugged the fabric of his loincloth to the side. "First I grant you the chance to worship as you should but then I will grant you the gift of receiving my cock in your ass. It is the last proper hole I have to claim and you have proved your devotion by now."

The very air around her seemed to coax her forward towards the god she belonged to and the writhing bodies that made up his throne shot passing glances her way with their golden eyes, eyes that showed no human expression yet provided the sensation of jealousy as if they wanted nothing more than to take her place instead. As if sensing this Khotar's voice explained the significance of these beings he rested upon so casually. "This throne is made up of the souls that tried to deny me...or who failed in my service. They are nothing, weak and powerless, and doomed to this existence for all eternity. Take heed that you do not one day join their ranks but feel free to warn the others. They did not appear as black and gold when I took them, much punishment had to be meted before I could strip them away to such a beautiful form."

Unlike most times that he spoke to her Khotar left a feeling in the air that would allow her to speak if she desired. After all he had brought her to his realm as a sign of his happiness with her efforts and questions would be understood in her case. There was no feeling or pressure for her to move quickly to obey him and truly he could draw this encounter out for as long as he desired so, despite having told her to crawl to him and worship, he would allow her to ask or inquire of things that rested upon her mortal mind.
 
Isolde felt her stomach clench in a mixture of anticipation and fear at His order. While the thought of Him claiming her last virgin hole as His own was greater than any other honor she could think of, she knew it would hurt. This was another opportunity for her to embrace the pain He could bestow with the undoubtable pleasure that would follow. Even being here in His domain gave her a sense of intermingled pain and pleasure. The air was alive with His scent and she was already wet at the sight of Him reveling His thick cock.

Lifting slightly so she was firmly on her hands and knees, Isolde slinked forward obediently, her breasts swaying beneath her. His scent grew stronger as she approached but so did the stares of the souls acting as his throne. Pausing mid crawl as he began to speak, she looked at the beings once more, feeling a part of herself cracking. Once upon a time she would've felt pity at their fates, but now she only felt a growing sense of justified disdain. They deserved worse for not serving Him as they should have. They should feel honored even now to be able to serve as His throne and be able to touch Him.

Looking up at Him with clear adoration she swore to never displeasure Him so greatly. Not for fear of this punishment but rather out of a need to please Him at any cost. Failure was unacceptable. Moving forward again, she reached His massive hooves and leaned down to plant kisses against the shiny black surfaces. Breathing a bit heavier in excitement her hands reached forward, only trembling slightly to slide over His calves and then up along His thighs as she drew closer and closer.

Her pure golden eyes shone with a greater radiance in His presence and her full breasts pressed forward against His cock as she slowly lifted her gaze to His. Sensing a more relaxed air than she was used to with her Master, Isolde licked her lips, preparing herself to speak to Him.

"My Lord," she began, desire making her voice low and sultry, "A question has lingered on my mind for some time and seeing these here in punishment brings it forth now." She paused unable to keep herself from stroking His cock since it hung so near to her, His scent invading her senses. Realizing He did not seem displeased by her words she continued, "The world shall undoubtedly be yours in time, however, I wish to know if further offerings would increase your power?"

Her hands worked in tandem stroking up and down His length, her breasts jiggling with every stroke. Her mouth watered at the precum that began to seep over her fingers but she withheld her urges although it was difficult. "Forgive my ignorance Master, but would you find favor with slaves for this realm or perhaps a blood sacrifice of some sort?" she asked honestly, seeking anyway to help in building His empire over the world.

True, they had been conquering much and spreading His influence at a rapid pace but she wanted more for Him. He deserved it all and Isolde would do whatever it took to get it for Him. Unable to resist she finally leaned in, her eyes on His, and swallowed up the head of His cock, slurping at His precum with a heavy moan. His taste was a heady bounty and now she eagerly lapped at all the precum that had run over her fingers and along His length.
 
His cock reacted quickly to her touch yet he maintained just enough restraint to make her work a bit for her prize. Only the first few inches slipped from his sheath of their own accord and the gentle rubbing of her hands upon him served to reveal more of his glorious shaft as she asked her questions. Still she was devoted to him and to his satisfaction so she knew how to stimulate him properly even when her focus wasn't solely upon his cock so it didn't take long before the first small trickle of his precum flowed out of his tip and rolled over her fingers to test the limits of her self control. This amused him as he noted her addiction plainly but he did not allow her respite until she was finished speaking for the moment, only then did she feel comfortable enough to wrap her lips around his thick manhood and begin sucking upon him as if she would die without the taste of his leathery cock upon her tongue.

"Blood holds power but I take less pleasure in killing than others have in the past. Of course there have been those who angered me to the point that I chose to end them rather than allow them the redemption of servitude but such things are rare. Slavery is another matter though and you are right to consider such a path." His right hand came down and he stroked the soft strands of her hair with his pointer and ring fingers. "The cult has grown well but you know that the urges become so strong. Mortal minds can't restrain themselves in the face of my glory, the changes provide a nearly insatiable desire to violate and ravage. Without suitable subjects to relieve oneself my followers will struggle among themselves for dominance and the path forward towards my domination of the world will suffer for it. You should begin building a healthy slave trade within the mortal realm for my followers to benefit from, seeking to maintain a balance so that none of my faithful will ever go wanting. Willing submission is a steady trickle of power but rape and defilement is a more...immediate boost to my reserves. The finest examples of beings unworthy to obey yet too pure and pristine to ignore should be the ones you offer to me directly, these are the ones who cries and screams will satisfy me the most."

A bit long winded perhaps but he wanted to be clear of his intentions to her of course. Truthfully some of his faithful were likely to prefer being slaves and he wouldn't mind them making such a transition but a balance needed to be maintained, a strong and prosperous slave trade to supplement his truly devoted followers so that the power they all fed to him would remain somewhat consistent. In times of need though more drastic measures might be necessary but it wouldn't be difficult to call for a darker ceremony so long as enough slaves were always on hand. An orgy of rape or a blood sacrifice would indeed provide him with power in more dire circumstances but they were wasteful in the long run, providing him less in total than a slower drip of despair would. Sometimes he did enjoy the more deadly paths to dominance in the past however and nothing was more dominant than the literal consumption of those who had vexed you so. For now though he knew of none that would tread that path in the future but it was always possible.

His right hand gripped her head and pulled her off of his cock without much warning, her lips making a popping sound as the seal of her suction was broken and he tilted her head to meet his gaze. "Do you understand of what I have spoken? I realize you are addicted to my body but a servant that cannot show restraint or focus is worthless to me. Now that I have a modest following I could always find another to take your place if need be, though I'd rather not need to waste the time and energy in doing so." There was a tinge to his tone that suggested he was mildly annoyed with her inability to hold back from him, the weakness of her will, but in truth he was more just concerned with the possibility that she might not have been paying proper attention to his words. In any case he'd release her and allow her to get back to worshipping his cock and balls once she answered to his satisfaction.
 
She suckled at His cum, eyes looking up to His teal eyes as He spoke, captivated by His cum as well as His words. Her own thoughts whirled with ideas of how to further please Him and raise His power according to His instructions and desires. Still, her eyelids fluttered at the taste of Him and she found it hard to do much more than coax His magnificent cock for more cum.

His large hand grabbed her head suddenly, displaying how much larger and stronger He was. Even in the face of His chastisement her pussy gushed with her desire for Him. But it made her heart skip a beat and her eyes widen to think that she would be stripped of her place by His side. While she knew she didn't deserve it, the sheer thought of not being able to worship Him in such an intimate and familiar way as His champion made her shudder with despair.

Lowering her golden eyes contritely she nodded her head beneath his touch while licking the cum from her lips and swallowing hard. Even her hands on his cock abruptly stilled although she didn't pull the away. "Yes my Lord, I completely understand. Please forgive my worthless lack of control. I shall see to setting up an appropriate system to raise your power and quench the growing desires of your followers," she spoke, her voice loud and clear, while still subservient and perhaps a touch frightened.

Glancing up at Him hesitantly through her lashes she was relieved when He released His hold, obviously content enough to allow her to continue. And she already had an idea of how to develop something of a caste system. Slowly she began to stroke up and down His thick leathery cock from base to tip before leaning in to feed it into her mouth and then her throat. Gurgling around Him as she slowly lowered her lips around His mottled length, her eyes watered but she didn't waver, her new body stronger and more capable.

The eyes stared at her harder from His silent living throne and a part of her reveled in how they must have envied her. One hand slid down to cup the giant round balls that hung below His cock rolling them gently and running her fingers over the sensitive skin behind His balls as her lips ran up and down the upper half of His cock.
 
Satisfied with her response and the fact that she was reminded that her position was not one that she was guaranteed to keep Khotar relaxed again and made himself comfortable atop his living throne as she got to work. Truthfully he could hardly blame her for being filled with the desires that he gave her but at the same time he needed one such as her to be stronger than the common chattel, thus his scrutiny of her was all the greater. He let loose a soft groan as she lowered herself upon his shaft and took him into her throat, the warm and wet embrace was always delightful to the god of defilement and she was becoming more and more skilled at attending to his carnal needs. The hand fondling his huge and full balls was welcomed as well and provided a gift to her of some additional precum for her to savor.

"You will. Though just as important that you continue to learn how best to sate my desires as well." His hand gripped the back of her head and shoved her down without a care, forcing her to take all of his cock in what was typically impossible from such an angle yet in this reality she could feel his manhood bend as it slid into her esophagus and practically into her stomach before her nose was pressed against her crotch and her lips enveloped his sheath. "It is always about me. You perform any act with the devotion that I deserve without a single care about your comfort. You don't just suck my cock, you choke on it. You gag and you sputter, you cry as your body struggles to make me happy and you drool like a bitch in heat to slather me in your spit." His reality or not Isolde would still remain shackled to the needs of her mortal body for the time being and her choking and gagging only furthered his pleasure as he took far greater joy in acts that caused pain or discomfort.

She'd no doubt still take perverse joy in being used in such a manner and he'd hold her down until the skin of her face began to turn purple and her eyes threatened to roll back in her skull. Then and only then would he pull her back and allow his length to slid free from her throat. Khotar did not allow her to completely remove his dick from her mouth but he did give her the chance to refill her lungs in preparation for a repeat performance. This was something he intended to do until he was satisfied that he was sufficiently lubricated, her ass would need all the help it could get after all. Perhaps he should work on fixing that problem of hers in the future?
 
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