Girldick, breeding, hypnosis/mind-control, reality warping, threeways, male on futa kinda, other stuff



[2018-02-07 16:43] Saber Red: It had been a dozen days since they'd arrived in this country, in search of a place to start her kingdom anew. It had been a week since Nero had declared this building her palace, this chamber her throne room. It had been four days since she or her Praetor had moved from the spot, locked together in eternal lovemaking until the heavens themselves could not part them.

It was among the most powerful Noble Phantasms Emperor Nero could have hoped to possess, but it some ways, it wasn't all that special. It was her imperial right to claim things, be they skills, lovers, countries, treasures. To claim her Praetor, as she had when she was summoned. To claim the virility of a hundred stallions, as she had when she came here. To claim this room and this building and this land. 

But it was more than that. The Emperor's Throne was the seat of her Territory, and within her Territory, her claim was absolute. It grew slowly, both in radius and in power. But it grew, so long as she did not move. There were limits, of course. She was an Emperor, not a god. She could not command rain to fall upwards, or command seas to part.

But she could command walls to hold out longer, or give way before her. She could push winds to gather or to disperse. She could command her Praetor to require no earthly sustenance, to be unhindered by his permanent position cushioning her divine form and warming her womb. She laid claim to the very world around her, the very [i]air[/i] her subjects breathed, and that air circulated through them, whispered her claim on them, reinforced their service to their Emperor. Some, of course had stronger wills, or magical defenses. It mattered not. Either she held them in her Territory until it owned them, or she made love and debauchery and filled them with essence to the same effect. Even the dozens of heirs she'd sown (and the handful buried within her own womb), she'd claimed before they'd even be conceived. They'd never so much as dream of turning against her.

Which was one of many reasons why, when she heard reports of a demon trying to spy on her loyal subjects, the Emperor was absolutely unworried. Even after she gave the order to bring in the intruder, she did not move, not even to find a weapon or conceal her modesty.  With gentle gyrations of her hips, she guided her lover into letting loose his fifth load of the hour, turning her head to share a kiss with her Praetor as she felt her womb swell with yet another burst of virility. Her bare breasts were already leaking Imperial bounty as her lover lightly teased them, more because she willed it than because of any biological reality. 

And, as always, the awe-inspiring stallion of a phallus, as long as she was tall, throbbed lightly in front of her, basking in her Praetor's gentle strokes and delicate kneads against her magnificent sack. To think, she hadn't been sure if she wanted such a thing.... now it had laid claim to the room as much as the rest of her being had. Nero suspected that if she wished, she wouldn't even need to move in order to sow her seed, by virtue of simply exercising her ownership of any fertile womb within this room. Then again, she didn't think she'd have reason to do so anytime soon. 

This succubus, at least, she didn't doubt could be claimed the normal way. Though 'filling her sex with penis and then with sperm' made it sound [i]far[/i] too pedestrian for Nero's tastes.


[2018-02-07 16:54] Succubus Alradia: Alradia wasn't a very good spy. Really, she wasn't supposed to do this. It was all a giant misunderstanding.
As far as sheer sexual firepower went, she was a force to be reckoned with. But give her... basically ANY other job? No, just... no. What was her summoner THINKING?

Probably that sending a demon, any demon, was better than going there herself.
...Well, she was right about THAT.

Those, at least, were the words that were going through Alradia's brain as she walked, confidently and without stealth, into the throne room.

She wasn't even mad. That influence had effectively broken her binding with a superior power. And, the moment her eyes beheld that magnificent, erect, throbbing horsecock emerging from her new empress, she knew she had found what she was looking for.

Emperor's Prerogative was more or less useless by this point. Unless Nero had far kinkier intentions. Which she well might.

Alradia walked up to her new mistress, and bowed. She was wearing even less than usual, having discarded her gloves and socks on the way. Utterly naked, proudly showing off her bombshell body, which managed to simultaneously be petite and cute, and also sport breasts that would've been back-breaking on any normal woman, a thin yet muscular waist, and just slightly exaggerated hips for that extra touch.

No proclamation was needed. No need to say "I renounce my previous allegiances and swear fealty to you", or any of the sort. They both knew. 

She approached, with confident steps, waiting for her next order. The next desire of her new emperor.


[2018-02-07 17:25] Saber Red: Nero watched, both with her eyes and with a sense only an Emperor was permitted. She knew, yes. It was is clear as day that she owned Alradia in every way that mattered.

And it pleased her. The succubus knew her place more than any of the Emperor's minions, without even needing to educate her of the subject. She bowed to Nero willingly, or at least bowed to Nero's manhood willingly. The Emperor didn't bother trying to hide her smile.

"Come, then," she murmured, more for the point of saying it than for any need to verbally convey her desires to the succubus. As her claim settled in, formed a deeper bond between servant and Emperor, such information flowed as easily as thought. It was why her Praetor could have book's worth of conversation with her without uttering a word- and why Nero spoke the demon's name without hesitation, even as her own name filtered into Alradia's mind.

 "Come, Alradia Nadiria Thianasti. Come, and become my wife, my perfect woman as my Praetor has become my perfect man." He couldn't have been able to cum that much before, or been virile enough to impregnate an ephemeral existence such as a Servant, much less do it half a dozen times over. As for the succubus, Nero didn't deny her beauty. Ut her body was that of a temptress, a seductress. It was not the body of a wife, a childbearer, a milk-giver. It was the body of Venus, not Vesta, and the Emperor would be sure to rectify that before she was finished. 

Nero's smile was broad and magnanimous as she spread her arms wide, beckoned with a single finger to that shaft Alradia was so rightfully in love with. "As my wife, my perfect woman, I would have you bear my child. Not just the child I intend to sow your womb with, but the children who even now grow within me. Not just them, but every child I would otherwise sow or bear. It would, after all, be inconvenient for an Emperor to undergo pregnancy, and is there any place better for her children than the womb of her beautiful wife?~"


[2018-02-07 17:35] Succubus Alradia: Alradia's answer was simple. Overcome with lust and desire, she touched that wonderful equine member with her long, prehensile tongue, and dragged it along the seemingly-interminable shaft.

That was very much a yes. her face started even BEAMING when children were mentioned. Either responding to Imperial Prerogative or just to her own wishes, her body shifted.

She had some shapeshifting powers, after all, but some of the changes were spectacular. Her hips broadened, dragging her legs slightly apart, as her midsection became a little tougher, a little sturdier. Her breasts didn't change in size, but they definitely did in composition: from fat, jutting meat pillows, they became rounder and fuller, as pressurized milk filled them from inside.

She leaned against her new emperor, gently angling that dick aside with the palm of her hand, and exchanged a kiss with its owner to seal the pact.

"Let me be yours." She replied, straddling the horsecock, her back pressed to Saber's chest, head half-turned around, unwilling to break eye contact. That massive member surged through her hips, currently squeezing its base, and brushed against her pussy on its way up. Arcing, it touched both breasts, leveling its flared head level with her head as she sat in her emperor's lap, just as she was in her master's. "Breed my womb to your heart's content, emperor, and allow me to relieve your divine body of... every burden. Of cum and offspring alike."


[2018-02-07 17:52] Saber Red: "As you wish, my wife."  With among the most beautiful smiles she had ever granted another the pleasure of witnessing, Nero took Alradia in her arms, her Maestro supporting her as she effortlessly lifted the demon up. A perfectly sized dollop of precum, teased forth by the succubus's ministrations, smeared across the girl's violet skin, staining it with her emperor's divine flavor, announcing Nero's claim on her wife to anyone foolish enough to not simply [i]feel[/i] that claim.

She lifted Alradia all the way up, then pulled down. IN a single, smooth, effortless motion, Nero's shaft sunk into her wife, sliding deep into that womb until her immense balls kissed the demon's netherlips. It was... smooth, sensual. Waves of pleasure flowed through the three of them in unison. Not sex, not fucking. It was like... music, played with their bodies, with their emotions. Making [i]love.[/i]

And Nero fully intended to make love to the succubus until and unless something gave. Which it never would, if her Privilege had anything to say about it.

Alradia was going to be here a while... not that she was likely to regret it.~


[2018-02-07 18:06] Succubus Alradia: It was not just the Privilege.
Alradia fully had every intention of fulfilling her newfound duty to the fullest.

And this was how it was supposed to be! Foreplay is for plebeians. Emperors take what they want. Saber's right extended to the demoness' womb, not just by sheer divine right, but also by right of conquest.
Thundering forth without encountering resistance, the emperor's cavalry had stormed into Alradia's fortress, and had found its gates open. The following occupation was just a formality.

And that virility wasn't limited to just that scant hundred stallions it had sequestered. It could go much, much further.

The succubus squirmed lightly, her muscular pussy gently working every inch of that equine monstrosity with care and love, her legs twitching and arms frantically gripping Nero's thighs. Uselessly: she wasn't going to go anywhere. 

The cum didn't come in isolated blasts, but as an uniform flow. At first, it immediately filled her. Her belly bulged outwards, stretching until it could hold a large beachball. The perfect look for the emperor's wife.

It wasn't stopping there, but its flow was being skillfully kept equal to her ability to assimilate it. Form and function at once: feeding her, and maintaining the beautiful form the emperor's virility had sculpted her into.

Then, one by one, the children began to arrive. A few hours afterwards, the empress was empty, her offspring transferred to her new womb. Of course, that meant a bigger belly for Alradia, but the transformation was still gradual and harmonious. Bit by bit. They had time now. The demoness' body was at her disposal, after all.

And so was her master's. With a gentle squeeze of her hips, she commanded him to come again, and obediently he obliged. The seed flowed into her, where yet another divine heir was conceived, and sent down the shaft to join with the others...