Harem Country Ch. 05

DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. ANY SIMILARITY TO REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL. THE VIEWS EXPRESSED BY THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT THOSE OF THE AUTHOR.

WARNING: This chapter contains BLOOD, GORE, MURDER, creampie, oral, foursome, M/F/F/F, incest, mind control, rape/nonconsent (male), cheating, sexual slavery, mind break, magic, drugs, and corruption.

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Dotan gazed over his rag-tag group of guards outside of the barracks. The group had grown from a dozen to three times that. Many of them showed clear signs of having drunk the wine Dotan had provided. They had wide eyes, and their clothes and armor were disheveled. Some of them were muttering how they got to use Lyfillia, despite the fact she was passed out and covered in semen. All of them were clearly chomping at the bit to see what else Dotan could give them.

"Everyone enjoyed the wine?" Dotan asked. They all cried out in agreement. "Good. That and the communal whore were but a taste of what I could provide. You will all have access to the soldier brothels, get ten times more in pay, and get the respect you deserve!" All of the guards shouted much louder in agreement. Many of them had raised their weapons excitedly.

"HOWEVER!" Dotan screamed. His voice boomed so loudly that everyone started cringing, as if expecting him to tear them to pieces. "There are a few rules. You disobey the rules, I rip your spine out, are we clear?" There was a muttering of agreement. "I have expectations, and you know the punishment. If you screw up, no begging, no crying, no second chances. First, if someone surrenders you WILL treat them well, no abusing, no raping, no killing. If the woman is under the age of majority... that's eighteen, correct?" Several of the soldiers nodded. "Right, if a woman is under eighteen, don't touch her. They are too young, and you could permanently damage their ability to reproduce, which is the part of them that is of any worth. Merely capture them and lock them in a room. Control yourselves. If you don't, I WILL know, you got it?"

"Yes sir!" All of the guards said in unison.

"Finally, once all this is said and done, you will all kneel, swear your allegiance to me, and worship me as the one true god of humanity. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir!" Everyone shouted much louder that time.

"Good. Where did Seth go?" the god sounded particularly annoyed. As if right on cue, the high priest returned, dragging Thomas in his wake.

"Forgive me, my lord!" the high priest shouted. He too appeared annoyed. "I had to assist the other guards. This soldier was reluctant to answer the mustering call." Seth pushed an incredibly terrified Thomas in front of Dotan. The young guard cowered, looking confused. Judging from his expression, he was feeling the effects of the wine from the day before, but he was trying to deny those desires. Dotan narrowed his eyes.

"And where were you?" he asked.

"Uh... um..." the young man stammered. He looked as if he were about to piss himself or pass out.

"He was hiding in a closet." Seth said flatly.

"Hiding in a closet." Dotan repeated, as if he didn't believe it. Thomas shrank back even further, his entire facing burning up.

"Do you know how to read and write?" Dotan asked.

"What?" Tom asked weakly.

"I said, can you read and write?" the god repeated.

"Y-Yes my lord." the guard replied.

"Good." Dotan reached onto a table and seized a stack of papers, a quill, and a jar of ink. He shoved them into Thomas's arms, nearly knocking him over. "You write down everything I tell to, got it? It's your job to follow me around from now on."

"O... okay... sir..." Thomas whined. His weak attitude made Dotan want to squash him... but the god had a plan for turning him around. It was like Dotan's version of a hobby. Of course, there was always the possibility he bit off more than he could chew with this weak excuse for a man. As Thomas tried to organize all the things Dotan threw at him, the god turned to his high priest.

"Did you get the box?" he asked curtly.

"Yes, my lord." Seth replied. Two other guards walked into the room, carrying a large wooden crate. Dotan opened it and grinned widely. Inside were a large collection of the collars that he had made. Most of them appeared to be made out of steel or iron. Only a few were made out of the silver metal that Lyfillia and Malona were now wearing. The god took the special ones out of the box and attached them to the belt around his waist. He turned the container around to show the guards. They briefly crowded around, trying to see.

"From this day forward... Thomas, write this down!" Dotan said, snapping. The mortal juggled his papers for a moment before getting the quill and ink ready. He then put the quill to the paper, he anxiously began glancing between his work and the god. Dotan growled at him but continued.

"From this day forward," Dotan said authoritatively. "Adult females of this country must wear these collars at all times. They must immediately submit to their husbands or the closest male relative and become their property. They are slaves to the stronger sex."

All of the guards except one hooped and hollered. Thomas was busy scribbling with his quill and looking terrified.

"Now then, as King I hereby seize the property of this castle." Dotan continued. "And since women are now property, I am seizing them as well."

The guards issued a chorus of cheers, raising their weapons.

"I hereby order the guards to seal the castle doors." the god said. "We are going to go room by room, giving these slaves a choice. Submit willingly and receive the mercy of being sold to good owners... or join Lyfillia in the slave brothels."

The guards gave their loudest cheers yet. Despite wearing armor, it was obvious that some of them already had erections from the way they were standing. Dotan turned towards Thomas, who was still frantically writing.

"Did you get all that?" the god asked bluntly. Thomas scribbled for a few moments before lifting his head.

"Yes... my lord. I got it." he said, showing his work. Dotan glanced at the indecipherable chicken-scratches, before giving Thomas an incredulous look.

"Rewrite them legibly later, got it?"

"Y... yes sir." Thomas replied.

"Sign and date the order." Dotan added. "Now then, I think I've made you all wait long enough, haven't I?"

All of the guards practically screamed at him in excitement. The god began pointing at several of them.

"You. You. And you. Lock and guard the entrances. Don't worry, I'll make sure there are some fresh whores saved just for you."

"Yes sir..." the selected guards said, less enthusiastically. All the same, they marched out of the barracks.

"Alright..." Dotan began, rubbing his hands together. "Where do those bitches that worship Zophiel stay?"

"You mean the hermitage?" one of the guards offered up. "It's in the west section. There's a Head Matron and a constant cycle of young and pretty girls obsessed with being virgins going in and out."

"Well, they won't be virgins much longer." Dotan said. "That is our first stop."

All of the women of the hermitage were sitting at a marble table. In fact, the entire room was cast in marble, with statues of Zophiel covering the walls. The dozen or so women had their heads bowed and their hands clasped in prayer. They had been in prayer to the grand feminine that was Zophiel all morning. They were abruptly and rudely interrupted. The door to the hermitage was blown apart. Many of the young women, clothed in gray cowls, scuttled away, screaming. The Head Matron, wearing a white cowl, jumped up from her seat, an alarmed expression on her face. A large, grinning man entered the hermitage, instantly defiling it. Royal guards followed after him, flanking him on both sides. They had devilish expressions on their faces.

"What is the meaning of this!" the Head Matron cried. "This place has been consecrated to the great femininity of women! You are defiling this place by entering!"

"That just sounds made-up and stupid." the large man said. "You'll have to pardon my intrusion, my name is Dotan, and I am the new king of Altea."

"Madness!" the matron replied. "Lady Zophiel is the eternal queen of Altea, and insulting her Head Matron is a crime! Leave now and repent, and I'll ask for leniency!"

"I'm afraid I have some bade news," Dotan began. "You are not in charge anymore, and I have a feeling you need a wake-up call to that effect."

In the blink of an eye and with inhuman speed, Dotan flashed across the room. He seized the woman by her neck and hurled her back towards the guards. She flew as if she were lighter than a feather.

"Catch her!" Dotan cried at the last second. The guards were just fast enough to do that. Two of them seized her and forced her on her knees. The guards jerked her cowl off her head, showing her appearance. They then grabbed her hair and pulled her face upwards to look at Dotan.

"He's a god!" one of the nuns cried.

"What are we supposed to do?"

"We can't fight that!"

"Stay strong sisters!" the head matron cried. A split-second later Dotan was in front of her face, clearing the distance instantly. He was inches away, his blazing amber eyes burning holes into her.

"An ant can stand strong against a bull." he said. "But what would it accomplish?" The god glanced across the woman's face. "You know, you're not that old. What are you, 33, 35?"

"My age is irrelevant!" the matron cried. "This is your last warning! Lady Zophiel..."

"Is gone." Dotan finished. "She's not coming to help, and Lyfillia has already taken her rightful place as a whore for these soldiers."

All of the guards laughed, while the matron appeared disgusted.

"Impossible!" she cried.

"Well, I think you'll find a lot of things are possible now." Dotan stated. He then put his hand to her forehead. A few of the guards laughed, already knowing what would happen. There were a few seconds of his palm glowing...

Then Dotan stopped. He made a revolted face and lifted his hand. The matron looked the same as she had previously, with no magic seal on her forehead.

"What have you done?" Dotan asked.

"What are you talking about?" the woman asked.

"Your womb is empty, there is nothing there." the god stated.

"I wouldn't expect you to know! I had my uterus removed!"

Dotan narrowed his eyes at the woman.

"Was it diseased?" he asked flatly.

"No. I removed my womb to truly understand what it means to be a woman. I am no longer bound by traditional values of womanhood. I am free to grow as a woman truly should, unbound by the belief that I bear children for men's pleasure! I can worship Lady Zophiel wholeheartedly and truly understand femininity now! The great queen herself approved of my pursuit! These women here will follow in my footsteps once they have taken their vows! There's nothing you can do to stop us!"

"Oh, there's a lot I can do to stop you." Dotan said. "More to the point, you took out the one thing that made you useful in this world. You are nothing but a useless sack of flesh, unable to pass on your blood to another generation, and you want a fucking award for it. You were still young enough to be of some use to a man, but no longer. You won't serve a man, you won't bear him any children, and you won't obey him. You... are worthless to this society and a poison on it. So, you know what I'm going to do?"

"Please tell me, so that I can have Lady Zophiel punish you ten times over!" The matron cried.

"I'm going to kill you." Dotan said matter-of-factly. Without another word, the god reared his foot back and kicked her directly in the stomach. The two guards that were holding her down threw up their hands and jumped backwards. They both saw the horrifying sight of her back breaking in half behind her. The matron coughed up a torrent of blood and collapsed onto the ground, desperately trying to breathe. Dotan didn't give her the chance. He raised his foot up and brought it smashing down onto her head. Her skull smashed open like a watermelon, splattering her brains all over the ground.

All of the girls in the room screamed and huddled together in a corner. Dotan was blocking their only exit. Even the guards seemed stunned by how quick and callous that was. The god calmly lifted up his bloody shoe and shook it around, like he had just stepped in mud. He turned to the huddling young women, who appeared pale and ready to faint.

"Fortunately for you girls," Dotan began. "I have no intention of killing you. You still have what makes a woman useful and you're all young. So, I'll give you an option." Dotan motioned to one of his guards. The one he indicated stepped forward and held out several collars Dotan had brought. "You can submit to me and wear these collars. You will become my property and at a later date I will be sure to sell you to some well-off men where you will likely want for nothing. You will serve them, please

them, and give birth to their sons or slaves. Or... you can refuse, in which case I will let these guards have you... and they will make you submit to them instead."

Many of the guards licked their lips and gripped their weapons tight. A few of them were already undoing the armor they had on their waist.

"I am giving you a choice." Dotan reiterated. "This is the last one you will ever have. Submit to me or face the consequences."

Many of the nuns huddled in the corner began crying. The one who was apparently the oldest stood in front of them with her arms out, as if shielding them.

"My lord... please..." she began, trying to get on his good side. "We have taken vows of chastity and femininity..."

"Those two are now opposites." Dotan replied curtly. "Being feminine means you are weaker, subservient, and fertile. As your king, I'm declaring your vows null and void. Make your decision, me or them?"

The guards around Dotan snickered, seemingly in delight. Several of them were already opening their pants, eager to get started.

"My lord... we can't... please..." the nun said desperately, tears coming down her eyes.

"Three." Dotan said.

"Please! Have mercy!"

"I am. Two."

"You can't do this! We're nuns of Lady Zophiel, we cannot be touched!"

"One."

"No! No! Wait!"

"And zero." Dotan turned and motioned for the guards to get out of his way. "Have at them boys. Once you're done, put those collars on them and keep them chained up in the barracks for later use." The god began walking out of the room. "And clean up that useless dead sack of flesh on your way out. I'll make this room where you keep your whores in the future." The god then left the wailing women at the mercy of the guards as he walked down the hallway. He ignored their screams as the guards attacked them.

Dotan calmly marched down the halls of his new castle. Thomas was bumbling behind him, trying to balance all of the things he was carrying. Dotan stopped and turned to him. Thomas cringed, expecting to be berated.

"New decree." Dotan said flatly. Thomas quickly got his quill ready. "Any woman who willingly surrenders will be treated kindly and remain unharmed. They will either be returned to their husband or closest male relative as a slave, unless it is deemed they will be sold for the benefit of the state. Got it?"

Thomas jotted on the paper as quickly as he could. "Yeeeesss... sir!" The docile guard looked back up. "A-Anything else sir?"

"Not at this time." Dotan scoffed. He turned back around.

There was an explosion at the end of the hall. Two large doors were blasted apart, sending a cloud of splinters through the air. Although Thomas nearly fell over with shock and dropped everything, Dotan didn't even budge. Two of the guards came stumbling into the hallway, bleeding from various places.

"There they are." Dotan said flatly.

"They?" Thomas squeaked.

"The real royal guard. Zophiel wouldn't have stripped all protection from herself. She likely kept some demigods around just in case she was attacked." The dark god began resuming his march. "I figured they were hiding among her servants." Thomas scrambled to pick up all of his writing materials before chasing after the god.

Dotan emerged into what appeared to be a large ballroom. He stood on the top of the staircase and watched a pathetic display. The guards were stumbling around three women, who stood in the middle. Every time the guards attempted to attack them, the women would strike, sending the men careening into the walls, dozens of feet away. They were so addled by the tainted wine they weren't seeing sense and kept up their assault

"STOP!" the god bellowed. All of the guards instantly halted, and all three of the women turned to see him. "All of you get out, find different women!" The guards groaned in relief and scattered, heading towards the doors. The three women turned towards him, standing in battle stances. Dotan briefly gave each one a glance. They were quite beautiful, one was blonde, one was a redhead, and one had black hair.

"Well, well, well," Dotan began, walking down his staircase. "it's nice to meet the real royal guard."

"Surrender now, and we'll ask Zophiel for leniency!" The blonde demigoddess cried.

"Oh, we are WAY past that." Dotan said, reaching the bottom of the stairs. "Actually, if the three of you surrender and agree to submit as slaves to your men, I will make sure you get good owners." Each of the women's faces contorted into a mix of disgust and horror.

"That's revolting!" the blonde shrieked. "We are proud, independent women! We would never do that!"

"Yet you were living off of Zophiel." Dotan chided. "So very, very, independent."

"Surrender or we will kill you!" The redhead cried.

Dotan casually took a mythrazite collar from his waist. "Better deal: put on these collars, swear to submit, or I will beat you down."

"I've heard enough of this!" The blonde shouted. With inhuman speed, she surged forward. Dotan's eyes easily followed her movement. She leapt up when she reached him and kicked with all of her might. She struck him in the neck with a deafening pop, clearly meaning to shatter it. Dotan didn't even budge.

"Nice kick." he said flatly. His hand shot up and seized her ankle. He then whipped her around like she weighed nothing. He slammed her onto the ground with such force that the marble floor shattered. The blonde let out a painful shriek that caught in her throat. She twitched a few times and then coughed, struggling to breathe, not moving. The redhead and the brunette took a step back, their hands up.

"What?" the brunette asked.

"He's... he's a god!" the redhead shrieked. She abruptly began sweating.

"We should combine our powers!" The brunette cried.

"But... but even with both of us...!"

"Just do it!"

Both of the women held their hands out. Two bright bursts of energy shot at Dotan. The god held his hand up casually. The stream struck him, and split in all different directions, dissipating. This continued for several moments, with no change.

"He's too strong!" the redhead screamed.

"Push harder!" the brunette cried. They both grimaced and their streams of light got brighter. The only change was that Dotan's hand trembled a little.

"Ooooh!" he said with a smile. "Both of you are quite strong, a pity you had to be born women."

"You won't win!" the brunette replied.

Dotan only grunted. He flung his hand, almost casually. He created a powerful shockwave that disintegrated their beams and exploded across the room. When the blast struck the women, they were blown backwards until they hit the marble wall far behind them. Both of them fell to the ground, groaning.

"So much fire in your bellies, if only you could focus that in the right direction." Dotan said with a shrug. "Pity I have to scramble your brains." The god began to casually walk forward, twirling a mithrazite collar by its chain as if he were on a casual walk. The redhead got to her feet first. Her face was as red as her hair, and she appeared panicked. She whipped her head around, desperately looking for an escape. Dotan was too near, and the windows too far. For a few seconds, she was seized with pure panic. Then she kneeled.

"I surrender!" she cried.

The brunette got to her feet and hobbled for a few moments. "Don't you dare!"

"We're no match!" the redhead shouted back.

"You're compromising yourself as a woman! You are submitting to a life of servitude!"

"Music to my ears." Dotan sang. He released the collar he had in mid-twirl, sending it sailing. It landed next to the redhead. "Collar. On. Now." The redheaded demigod glanced between the collar and the brunette, who was still struggling to stand.

"Don't...!" the black-haired girl cried. Quickly, the redhead seized the collar, brought it to her neck, and snapped it closed. The demigod then struggled to breathe as her power was sealed away. She laid on the ground, her limbs suddenly heavy.

"You worthless coward!" the brunette screamed. She finally stood on her own. She turned to Dotan, who was grinning widely.

"Your friend here made a wise decision. She will be given to a rich man and live in relative comfort. Have you wised up?"

The brunette grimaced. "In your dreams!" She tightened her fists. Her right hand began to glow, bands of electricity bouncing off of it. Dotan shrugged again and shook his head.

"Take your best shot."

The brunette screamed and leaped at Dotan. She swung her fist with all of her might and power behind it. She aimed for his head. The god shot his hand up and caught her punch. With another deafening pop, all of her power dissipated against his. Then he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the ground. She shrieked and squirmed, feeling pain. Casually, Dotan snapped a collar around her throat, causing her body to go limp as she lost all of her power.

"You could have an easy life." Dotan said. "Now? You will have no life at all." He placed his free hand against her forehead. The demigoddess screamed as she felt Dotan poke around her brain. Her magic was gone, and she was completely helpless. After a few moments, her screams became groans, and then she fell silent. Dotan then released her completely. The brunette's eyes rolled again and again as her new brain began to process. Dotan slammed his fist onto the marble floor and pulled it back up, taking a large rock of it. He placed the boulder on top of the chain on the brunette's collar. He then began casually walking away towards the redhead. The brunette abruptly rolled onto her feet. She began chasing after Dotan but was clotheslined by her collar with the chain. She was drooling and her eyes were glazed over. She reached for Dotan, as if she were desperate.

"Joanna-type seal." Dotan said, chuckling. He went over to the redhead, who was still struggling to stand. "Get up! Get up! Your legs still work!" He seized her chain and pulled her to her feet. He dragged her close to the brunette, who was ripping her clothes off in a frenzy.

It was at this moment that the blonde demigoddess finally recovered. When Dotan had slammed her to the ground all the breath left her body, and she thought he had broken her spine. After quite a while, she finally managed to catch her breath. As she wobbled to her feet, her eyes widened at the sight. The redheaded demigoddess stood beside Dotan at the end of a chain, looking humiliated, but servile. The brunette's chain was trapped by a rock. She was naked, and her fingers were desperately kneading at her drooling folds.

"You have a choice!" Dotan cried. He turned towards the redhead and put his finger under her chin. He slowly lifted her head up a little, quite gently. "You can surrender wisely, like this one, or..." He turned towards the brunette. She moaned at Dotan with her tongue out, hungrily. "... you can become a brain-dead whore like this one. Those are your only two options, and it will be the last free decision you ever make. Decide wisely."

The blonde's eyes darted back and forth. The other two had been taken out, easily it looked like. Dotan didn't have a scratch on him. Zophiel had tasked them with protecting her and the castle... but Zophiel wasn't here, and the castle had turned on them. She faced an impossible decision: give up her freedom or give up her mind. The blonde demigoddess let out a weak sigh and dropped to her knees. A collar landed in front of her, thrown from Dotan.

"Put it on, or I will make you." he warned. The blonde let out a weak sob. With a shaking hand, she reached out and picked up the collar. She held it at her neck for a few moments, tears squeezing out of her eyes. Then she snapped it closed around her. She felt her magic drain away and she collapsed, her limbs feeling useless.

"I love it when a plan comes together." Dotan muttered.

At that moment, Seth came into the room. He flinched at the sight of the ruined ballroom and groaned a little at seeing another woman acting like Joanna. Thomas was standing at the top of the staircase, his jaw hanging open. He appeared to be stuck. The new high priest cleared his throat.

"Um, my lord!" he cried.

Dotan glanced up, annoyed that his joyous scene had been interrupted. "What?"

"We kind of have... an unusual situation." Seth continued.

"Which is?"

"Um... two women surrendered willingly."

Dotan motioned between the redhead and the blonde on the ground. "So did these two... although they required a little convincing." He jerked on the redhead's chain, her body lurching.

"That's the thing, they surrendered willingly... and happily."

"Happily? What do you mean?"

"They seemed... delighted. They told us they had been waiting for this day and are excited to serve at the feet of a dark god."

Dotan was frozen for a few seconds, his brow furrowed. "Are you serious?"

"Yes sir. They asked to see you, they claim they have important information."

"My interest is piqued." Dotan said. "Call some guards to take these women away. Don't touch any of them. I have plans for this brunette as well."

A short time later, Dotan entered what appeared to be a library, with both Seth and Thomas on his heels. Standing in the middle were two women who looked exactly alike. Once Dotan entered, both women scrambled over and kneeled in front of him, happily.

"Oh, my lord!" one of them cried. "We have been awaiting the return of the dark gods!"

"We are so happy to finally live to see this day!" the other said. Both of them already had collars around their necks, which they seemed proud of. Dotan glanced between them, confused.

"You may rise." he said. Both of them did so with smiles on their faces. "I take it you two are twins?"

"Yes, my lord!" they said at the same time. Both of them had fair complexions, platinum blonde hair, and ample breasts. They were wearing tight dresses that showed off their pleasing figures as well. The only difference was that one had her hair up in a high ponytail and the other let hers hang free.

"What are your names?"

"I am Meia." said the one with free hair.

"And I am Leia." the one with the high ponytail said.

"How have the both of you come to this... enlightened position?"

"We were raised by Count Draymond." Meia began. "He raised us according to the principles set about in The Slave Code of Seralas."

Dotan's eyebrow raised. "Seralas? The dark god Seralas? The great enslaver?"

"Yes, my lord!" Leia cried excitedly. "Count Draymond has a secret collection of books written by the dark gods themselves! We were raised to be subservient to the dark gods, but we couldn't find any. Zophiel and Lyfillia ran them all off. We were sent here as servants for Zophiel, as gifts for the wedding but..." Both of the twins looked dismayed.

"Zophiel tried to empower us." Meia added, as if it were horrible. "She told us that we should be free, independent, and only follow our own desires! She wanted us to worship her and her ideas."

"That's not how we were raised!" Leia cried, equally horrified. "She stuck us in the library so we could learn a "skill!" That was not how we were raised! We were raised to serve the dark gods with all our hearts... and be properly rewarded for loyalty, of course."

Dotan stared at them, his mouth hanging open a little. He then snapped his jaw shut and leaned over to Seth. "Find me this Count Draymond. Tell me if he brings me that book I'll give him a dukedom."

"Yes sir." Seth replied. He spun around and marched out of the room. Dotan turned back to the twins, a smile on his face.

"Ladies, I cannot tell you how happy your words make me." the god stated. The twins grinned widely and bowed.

"We are at your service my liege." Leia said.

"Excellent. I take it that this Count Draymond also taught you how to physically please men?"

"Of course, my lord!" Meia cried, as if it were obvious. "Once we became adults, he trained us in every possible pleasure."

"Good. I have a demigod chained up in a room. He needs to be... enlightened to the true path. I also have a woman I was forced to break because she defied me."

"Blasphemy!" Meia interjected.

"She deserved it!" Leia added.

"She did, but now she's a brain-dead whore. I want you three to bring this demigod around to the right way of thinking. He's never been with a woman."

Both Meia and Leia giggled.

"Really?" Meia asked. "A grown demigod?"

"Yes, he has these "independent" women put ideas in his head. You three will use your bodies as you were intended and free his mind."

"It would be our pleasure my lord!" Leia cried, both of them bowing.

"Do as I say, and I will ensure the both of you will receive rewards mortals can only dream of."

"We serve at your leisure, my lord!" They said together.

*

Addur slowly opened his eyes. His whole body was weak. His head was also pounding. When he tried to lift his neck, a bolt of pain went down his spine. He groaned and tried to roll over. Even that was terrible. He shimmied over to the side of his bed and dangled his feet. His whole body felt like jelly, barely able to move at all. His eyes then spotted something around his ankle. He furrowed his brow. It was silver, and almost looked like a collar.

The door to the room opened. Addur lifted his head and saw a large man enter. He was tall with dark hair and a scar over one of his eyes. The man closed the door behind him and smiled.

"Ah! I see you're awake!" he said, sounding friendly.

"Yeah..." Addur groaned. "What happened? The last thing I remember is eating and drinking..." The demigod's eyes lit up. "And someone cut me!" He grabbed his chest.

"Yes, believe me I'm sorry about that. Some of my guards got a little overzealous. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dotan."

"What do you mean your "guards?""

"Yes, this may come as a shock to you, I am your cousin. My mother is Zophiel."

Addur was instantly taken aback, his eyes wide. "What? Zophiel doesn't have a son!"

"She kept me a secret, rather ashamed. You see, I am a god, but not a god of light. I am a god of darkness."

Addur then appeared absolutely petrified. "A dark god? You are a dark god!?"

"Calm yourself, I'm not here to hurt you. It is true that I was the one that put the stuff in your food and drink to make you pass out, but that was so I wouldn't have to fight you. You see, there's been a... change in leadership. I have seized control of the castle and captured both Lyfillia and Zophiel."

Addur now appeared white and was sweating. "Wha.. what about Malona!?"

"She's safe. I have no intention of harming you or her. I just need the both of you out of the way until I'm finished seizing power, then I will let the both of you go where you wish, no strings attached."

"You... you would just let us go?" Addur asked weakly.

"Neither you nor the elves have ever offended me, so I have no quarrel with you."

"What about Zophiel and Lyfillia?"

"They are... indisposed. I can't have you interfering either, so I put that collar on your ankle. It will suppress your power until I can release you. Once everything is under my control, I will take it off. You have my word."

Addur gave Dotan an unsure stare. He didn't appear ready to trust Dotan, but with his powers suppressed it wasn't like he could fight him.

"I don't suppose I have a choice..." Addur replied.

"I'm afraid you don't. I'll try and make your captivity as comfortable as possible. In fact, I will send in some servants later to take care of your needs. Just relax and hopefully this will be over in a week or two. You should get some rest, those drugs haven't worked their way out of your system yet."

Addur didn't exactly feel safe, but he certainly felt drowsy. He supposed that if Dotan wanted to kill him, he would be dead already. Without his magic, he probably couldn't escape if he wanted to.

"Very well, but I'm holding you to your word!" Addur said. "No harm had better come to Malona! She will be my holy wife."

Dotan's eye twitched for a moment. "You can hold me to my words. Now you should get some rest, cousin. This will be over before you know it." Dotan backed out of the room, not turning his back to Addur. He then closed the door behind him. Addur sighed and collapsed back onto the bed. He suddenly felt light-headed, and his body enjoyed the feeling of the sheets. Dotan had a point. Addur was still exhausted. He allowed his consciousness to fade.

The moment Dotan stepped out of the room, he rubbed his forehead, clearly frustrated. Addur was in deep with these women and had bought everything they said. It would probably be more difficult than Dotan thought to bring him around. As easy as the fight had been so far, Dotan couldn't be everywhere at once. He needed capable servants to enforce his will when the god wasn't there. Seth, although improving, was only a mortal. The rest of the guards were utterly worthless except for being grunts. Dotan needed people with both power and brains. Addur fit the power part, at least compared to normal mortals. A demigod could easily rip a man apart with their bare hands. Addur could become powerful asset... if Dotan could convince him to be.

"Well, my lord?" asked a voice. The god lifted his head to see his first two willing female servants, gazing at him expectantly with their pretty blue eyes.

"He's definitely going to need some convincing," Dotan grumbled. "At this point, I could put you two in there naked with an instruction manual and he wouldn't know what to do."

Both of the girls giggled.

"It's quite alright my lord," Leia said. "We certainly know how to teach him. Once he breaks the old laws, he'll have no choice but to join us!"

Dotan made a somewhat displeased face. That wasn't quite what he wanted. Right now, Addur was still adjusting to the ankle collar that was put on him. Once he acclimated, he would have the strength of a normal, mortal man, which would be enough to fight back against the two sisters. They didn't have any time to waste. Dotan wanted Addur to join him of his own volition, not be blackmailed into it. To change such a man's entire thinking would be difficult. That is, unless someone could show him just what Dotan's ideology had to offer. The god rubbed his chin for a moment. Then an idea struck him.

"Let's be a bit more strategic with our abilities, shall we ladies?" he asked. "Dear cousin Addur should be getting hungry soon. There are some casques of wine in the cellar. I think he should have a drink of that vintage with his dinner."

"The special wine?" Meia said, her eyes bright. "Oooh! What fun!"

"Yes. Let's give Addur a taste of the... proper and right path for a male. Then we'll just how he feels about all the prudish bitches that hung around him."

*

When Addur next awoke, he could tell that some time had passed, despite having no window in his room. His grogginess, while still present, was abating quite a bit. He sat up and found that once again someone had opened the door to his room. Two women entered, each carrying a tray. Once he got a good look at them, his eyes widened. They looked exactly alike, with platinum blonde hair much like his fiancée, which suggested they had elven ancestry. The only difference between the two women was that one had a ponytail. What they were wearing was... well, shocking to say the least. They had a tight strip of cloth around their ample breasts and a loincloth around their hips that stretched to the ground. Apart from that, their entire bodies were exposed, showing their luscious, porcelain skin.

"Greetings, my lord," the one with the ponytail began, curtsying. "I am Leia. This is my sister, Meia. We will be attending to your needs for the time being."

Addur's eyes nervously glanced them up and down. Both of the sisters giggled, and the demigod jerked his gaze away.

"Wouldn't you feel more comfortable with some clothes?" he asked sheepishly.

"These clothes were provided by our lord, King Dotan, for us to wear." Leia explained. "As his servants, we wear them proudly."

"I see..." Addur muttered.

"Are you hungry, my lord?" Meia finally said, also smiling. That was when the demigod noticed that they were carrying food and drinks on their trays. He had been so distracted by what they were wearing that he missed it completely.

"Now that you mention it, I haven't eaten in a while," Addur said.

"Excellent!" Leia cried. The two of them sauntered over to a nearby table and placed their trays onto it. Addur couldn't help but notice how they swayed their hips as they moved. He attempted to get to his feet, but instantly wobbled. All of his limbs still felt weak thanks to the ankle bracelet he still had. He cursed and grabbed the dresser next to the bed, feeling weak.

Before he could get his footing, someone grabbed his arm and steadied him. He turned to see that the one with the ponytail, Leia, had been the one to catch him.

"Easy, my lord," she said with a smile. "You're still adjusting."

"Y-yes," Addur stammered. "Thank you." Leia giggled but didn't let go of his arm. She guided him over to the table. The demigod could help but notice that his arm was pressed against her large breasts, unnerving him. He sat down in the chair and the two women moved the platters up to him. One poured him a glass of wine and the other arranged his utensils, their exposed bodies wobbling around him. Addur began eating, cautiously putting grapes and bread in his mouth. He was relieved to find they tasted normal, meaning they weren't poisoned. Meia grabbed his glass of wine and handed it to him graciously.

"Would like to drink some wine, my lord?" she asked. Addur glanced at it nervously.

"Is it poisoned?" he asked.

Meia looked hurt for a moment. "Of course not, my lord!" She brought the glass to her lips and took a sip before offering it to him again.

"My apologies," he said, taking it. "I've only been poisoned once, and I'm not trying to do it again." He then took a generous swig before setting it aside and resuming eating. What he didn't see was both Meia and Leia glance at each other, smiling. Dotan had already explained it to them. Essence of incubus flower only affected men. It wouldn't do a thing to Meia. Of course, Addur didn't know that.

*

Addur went back to bed after his meal, his grogginess returning. Thankfully, both Meia and Leia left after he did so. This sleep, however, was incredibly fitful. His dreams were filled with images of naked women, hanging onto his body and grinding on him. He felt a deep urge, one he desperately needed to scratch but wasn't able to. Like a madman, he tried to jump these women in his dreams. He couldn't touch them, no matter how hard he tried. This desire built bigger and bigger until he felt like he was going to explode.

Addur woke with a jolt, sweating profusely. Some time had clearly passed, and if he had to guess, it was night, but that hardly mattered. What did matter was the pounding in his chest, the burning all across his body, and the painful erection practically slamming against his clothes. Addur tried to catch his breath. He had never felt this way before, not even when he was a teenager. He had always managed to keep himself pure, even at his most wanton lustful days... but this was different. It was like a raging tidal wave, sweeping away all his willpower and sense. He tried to focus and clear his mind to control himself.

"Are you in distress, my lord?" a voice asked, sweetly. Addur stiffened. Oh no, not those two, not now! He slowly lifted his head to see the two twins on the bed. They were on all fours on both sides of his legs, grinning. Their azure eyes seemed to glow in the somewhat dark room, like hungry predators stalking in the night.

"L-ladies..." Addur said. "Please, I'm having a difficult moment right now, if you two could..."

Leia, the one with the ponytail, went forward and brought her finger to his lips. She shushed him quietly, winking.

"Stay quiet my lord, you don't want to wake anyone, do you?" she asked. That confirmed it was nighttime, but that was largely beside the point right now. The other sister, Meia, began tracing her hand up his leg to his crotch. Her hand gripped his shaft through his clothes and began rubbing it gently. Addur tensed, trying to stifle a moan.

"No, stop," Addur said in a whisper. "I have a fiancée! I'm getting married! I have to take vows!"

Leia leaned towards his face, giggling a little. "Yes, my lord... but, you aren't married yet, are you? There are no vows until then."

Addur paused, his lust-addled brain trying to process what she said. For a split second, what she said made sense and his mind seemed to give in. That was all the time Leia needed. She leaned in and mashed her lips against his, her tongue coiling around in his mouth. She tasted sweet in Addur's mouth, and all of his thoughts melted. He grabbed onto Leia and began batting his tongue back at her, a sentiment she returned with a moan.

Meia, seeing that her sister succeeded, saw no point in waiting. She reached up to the hem of his pants and pulled them down, facing no resistance. His erection popped free, standing tall. Meia grinned at seeing that it was quite big, something that was pretty common among the god folk. She gripped it with her velvety hand and began pumping it gently. It throbbed hard in her palm and Addur's hips trembled. She doubted he could last very long if she went too fast. She began going painfully slow, giving him just enough pleasure to keep him going, but not enough for him to blow. Addur squirmed under her assault, clearly wanting more. Leia, however, was on top of his body and was still keeping his mouth occupied, so he could do nothing. The painful throbbing of his erection was only slightly abated by her motions, and it was torture.

Leia finally pulled away from his mouth, leaving a trail of spit behind as she parted. Addur instantly took a breath, allowing him to speak.

"Please! I can't take it anymore!" he complained to Meia. "Do it harder!"

"Just moments ago, you were talking about vows!" Leia teased, moving higher. She undid the strap of cloth around her chest and her ample breasts bounded free. "Now listen to you, already eager for more!" She grabbed his head and shoved it into her cleavage. Addur was forced to breathe in her sweet scent, which instantly numbed his brain and overwhelmed him. He shoved himself deeper between her breasts and began licking her skin, savoring the taste. Leia held his head, cradling it. Not to be outdone, Meia extended her tongue and leaned forward. Her soft muscle began swirling around the rock-hard erection, teasing it. Addur moaned from between Leia's breasts. He maneuvered his head to one of her nipples and engulfed his mouth around it. This earned a gasp from Leia as she stroked his hair in gratitude. Meia traced her tongue up and down his shaft, giving him pleasure, but still not enough for him to cum. The pain in his dick was now expanding, and his balls, which felt overwhelmingly full, began to twitch and throb. Apparently sensing this, Meia's tongue traced down to his sac and began lovingly swirling around each of the orbs before sucking them one at a time. Her gentle teasing was driving Addur wild and he recklessly bucked his hips seeking relief. Still, she held back, keeping him perfectly on the edge. Addur managed to pull his head away from Leia, desperate to speak.

"Please give me more!" he complained.

"Did you hear that?" Leia asked. "He wants more. Well, I say we give it to him." Both of the sisters giggled as Leia slithered down his body, finally releasing his head. She brought her head towards her sister, and both of them hovered above his throbbing erection. For a split second, Addur's heart raced, knowing what they were about to do. Leia winked at him before both of their tongues wrapped around his shaft and began dancing. Addur tried to stifle his moan as all the pain in his crotch melted. He felt as if he were drowning in their tongues as they coated him in their spit. Their muscles went up and down his length and occasionally met at the top, where the two of them seemed like they were kissing with his dick in the middle. What Addur was doing was immoral, what they were doing was immoral, and the fact they were sisters made it doubly immoral... and the very thought of that was driving him wild. The carousel of tongues pushed him further and further over the edge, building to a massive climax that would probably drench them both. The sisters, however, could feel the throbbing getting harder on their tongues. Both of them stopped simultaneously, leaving his dick twitching painfully and another orgasm subside frustratingly.

"Why did you stop?" Addur complained. Both of the sisters giggled, amused. Leia crawled up his body again, but this time shimmied behind him, holding his upper body like she was cradling him. Meia, on the other hand, slithered off the bed and onto her feet.

"Because I think it's time we get the real show started!" Meia cried loudly. Up until that point, all of them had been talking in low voices. Her sudden outburst seemed strange, but a second later a head popped up from over the bed. Addur nearly jumped out of his skin, but Leia held him close, kissing the side of his neck. There was a third person in the room, who had apparently been sleeping on the floor. It was another woman, this one with black hair. She gazed around the room, her eyes vacant and empty. The moment she spotted Addur and his towering erection, however, her eyes lit up and she jumped to her feet. She ran for a few paces and then was jerked back by her neck. That was when the demigod saw that she had a collar around her neck with a chain attached to the wall. The woman moaned as if she were insane and was rubbing her genitals frantically.

"Who is that?" Addur finally shouted, his eyes large.

"This is..." Abruptly, Meia stopped. Her blue eyes darted back and forth for a moment, searching. "Fuck, we didn't get her name."

"To be fair," Leia said from the bed. "I don't think Lord Dotan asked her name either."

"Touché," Meia muttered. She thought for a few more moments before brightening. "This is Seia."

"Original," Leia said flatly.

"Shut-up!" Meia barked before returning to her usual demeanor. "Let's just call her Seia. This wayward girl defied our lord and even attacked him. She got what she had coming to her." Meia strode over and stroked the newly named Seia's face. The crazed woman didn't even seem to notice. Her eyes were transfixed on Addur's bulging dick. Meia turned back to Addur, a glow in her eyes and a grin on her face. The demigod shivered her a little. He realized something.

Up until now the woman had made him uncomfortable, and not just for their nudity. There was something about them that was unsettling, and he just figured out what it was. The smiling, the giggling, the innocence, it was an act. They were pretending to be that way, and on some level, he knew it. Right at that moment, however, with Meia standing next to the crazed woman her master created, he saw the woman's true smile. She was enjoying herself, enjoying the fact that she was serving her dark god and that the woman beside her got punished for not doing so. It was dark. It was malicious. Addur's dick only throbbed harder.

"The poor thing masturbated herself to sleep during your nap," Meia explained, giving off obviously fake sympathy. "She absolutely craves carnal pleasure now, it's all her empty little brain can think about." Meia gave Seia's head a shove with her finger, the horny girl didn't seem to notice. "No thoughts, no other desires, no hopes or dreams, just a never-ending craving for dick. She's a shell, a husk that was left behind after our master punished her for her defiance." Meia turned back to Addur, once again grinning widely. "For someone to have sex with such a empty vessel, why, they would have to be completely devoid of purity. They would have to be a man who sees her as nothing but an object, a piece of property for him to use and abuse."

"How terrible!" Leia said, giggling into Addur's ear. The demigod began to sweat and some of his sense returned. They were enjoying this. These two sisters were toying with him and that dark-haired girl... and they were loving it. He knew what they were about to do, and it was something that couldn't be taken back. He had broken his vow of purity of thought... but to do it physically was a different level altogether. Meia, seeing that he had gotten the whole picture laughed, and not the innocent girlish laugh from before. She reached between her breasts, which unlike her sister's were still held together by the cloth. Her hand extracted a key.

"No... don't!" Addur tried to say. Leia, however, just held him tighter and shushed in his ear. He either didn't have the strength... or the willpower, to stop them. Meia reached behind Seia's neck and fiddled for a moment. Then a lock fell from the collar, and the chain flopped to the ground. Now free, Seia scrambled across the room and leaped onto the bed. She instantly straddled herself on top of Addur, grabbed his slick dick and bringing it to her wet folds.

"No, wait!" Addur uttered, trying weakly to stop her. It would be his first time, and it was with this woman he didn't know. Worse, she was nothing but a brain-dead thing some dark god created. The only response was a giggle and a kiss along his neck.

"Enjoy," Leia whispered into his ear. Seia managed to line up the head of his shaft with her slit. Her eyes full of joy, she slammed her hips down, jamming him inside of her with a single stroke.

Instantly, all the pain and frustration Addur had around his dick melted into overwhelming bliss. He instantly moaned and his body jerked as his shaft was enveloped in warmth and wetness. Seia arched her back and her tongue hung out of her mouth. It was clear she was enjoying finally having a dick inside of her after waiting so long. She made a motion as if she were about to move, but Meia came up behind her and held her down.

"Wait a second," Meia whispered in her ear. "We wouldn't our lord to blow his first orgasm in a matter of seconds." Seia whined and kept trying to pump her hips, but Meia held her firm, shushing into her ear. Addur, at the moment, was beyond speaking. His hands had seized onto Seia's hips as he continued to vainly twitch.

"Your first pussy feels amazing, doesn't it my lord?" Leia said. Addur only gasped and moaned as Seia's insides coiled around him. "Do your best to hold out. It'll feel better the longer you do."

Meia then released Seia. The crazed woman began bouncing up and down on Addur's dick, frantically. The demigod trembled and flailed, feeling her canal viciously rubbing his sensitive shaft. A slick sound filled the room as Seia's juices squeezed from around where they met, dripping down onto his balls. Addur could see the woman bouncing right in front of him, the tainted look of lust in her eyes. Her hips and breasts bobbed along with her movements, his previously unused dick plunging in and out of her. All of it gave him an immoral thrill he didn't know existed. He had no idea sex would be like this, or that it could even be like this. He wasn't going to be able to hold out long, and Seia, as lust addled as she was, wasn't going to be able to either. Addur began to squirm as if he were trying to get out from under her. The two sisters around him only giggled at the display. In response to his attempt to escape, Seia reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders, holding him down as she began pumping her hips harder. She was moaning even louder now, her fluids splashing out each time their flesh slapped together.

"She's getting close!" Meia teased.

"So is our lord!" Leia added. Addur couldn't escape. He could feel his balls twitch and his entire lower body tingling. He was sure this is what an orgasm felt like, and he wasn't even aware how intense it would be. With one final, assertive slam of her hips, Seia bellowed like an animal and clamped around him. Her hot fluids gushed around his dick, and it was finally too much for him. Addur moaned and bucked his hips upward. A powerful gush of semen blasted out of him, mixing together with her juices and coating her insides. He emptied out into her again and again, far more than any normal man would. Their mixed fluids squeezed out from around their union in hot streams, coating the bed beneath them. All the while Addur came, Leia was in his ear, whispering.

"That's it my lord," she breathed. "Empty it all. Squirt it all out inside of her. She's nothing but property. Give this empty shell your seed and maybe she'll even get pregnant. Would you want to see that? Her fat stomach filled with your kid as she bounces on top of you?" Her sweet voice and his orgasmic bliss only amplified what she was saying. Addur, far beyond reason, continued gripping Seia and bucking his hips, trying to make it last forever. Despite that, both of them eventually stopped, panting and sweating.

Meia and Leia, however, were far from finished. Meia grabbed Seia and pulled her away from Addur. Seia was forced on all fours, and Meia pulled her thighs apart, opening her folds. Addur's seed spilled out of her, gushing forth and trailing down her thighs. Seia's senses had also returned, and she was now moaning again in desire, wagging her butt back and forth.

"Is that all you have, my lord?" Meia asked, that tricky grin returning to her face. "Your dick certainly doesn't think so." Addur briefly gazed down to see that his erection hadn't died in the slightest and was throbbing painfully again. He lifted his head back up to Seia but hesitated. A mixture of horror and apprehension overwhelmed him. He had just broken every vow he had taken... but at the same time the thought of doing it again was incredibly arousing.

"My lord," Leia said from behind him. "You've already done it once. Refusing to do it again isn't going to undo that." Addur couldn't argue with that. He allowed his lust to overwhelm him again. He moved over to Seia, gripping his wet dick. The crazed woman moaned excitedly and bucked her hips back and forth, begging. Addur plunged his shaft into her again, earning a happy shriek from Seia in the process. He seized her hips and began pumping on his own. The mix of fluids began to splash against Seia's thighs and his balls. He hardly cared. Both Meia and Leia glanced at each other, grinning. Leia slithered up behind him, putting her mouth in his ear again.

"Bend over and grab her breast," she teased. "Slap her around. Do whatever you want. Right now, she belongs to you my lord to do whatever you want with her." Addur quickly leaned over her body and seized her sizable chest. The mounds bobbed in his hands as his hips hammered into hers. He fondled and pulled them, playing with them in his fingers. Seia only moaned in response, gripping the sheets of the bed tighter. Addur stopped thinking altogether and just acted. He pumped his hips because it felt good. He fondled her breasts because he wanted to. He came inside of her because she belonged to him. Leia's words went through his head, and he drank them up. Seia trembled beneath him, clearly on her way to yet another orgasm. Addur didn't have any mercy. He grit his teeth as he slammed himself even harder. Her insides were even wetter than before. She was like a perfect hole for him, desperately milking him for more. Addur seized her nipples between his fingers, pulling and squeezing them. This caused Seia to shriek like a whore and tighten around him, crushing him inside of her. Each thrust of his rod after that felt like heaven, and he couldn't hold himself back either.

The two of them rutted like beasts. Each time he thrust forward she pushed back on him. When their flesh slapped together her large ass would ripple from the impact, driving Addur wild. His hands crawled all over her body, like he owned it. Seia continued to moan like a whore, not just moving in tandem with him, but rubbing against his hands, encouraging to seize her more. Meanwhile her canal coiled and oozed around him. It was if were trying to suck him inside and squeezed him dry. Each time his rod thrust inside of her the fluids from their previous meeting oozed between them, soaking the bed beneath. The pleasure and the satisfaction were more than Addur could describe, and he couldn't believe he had lived his entire life up until this point not engaging in it. The pleasure was reaching a fever pitch, and he could feel the now familiar sensation of his climax coming on. Seia was also trembling, and was desperately grinding her hips against him, clearly near her own peak. This time, Addur didn't hesitate. He plunged his shaft into her again and again without mercy. He was rewarded for this savage fucking when the brain-dead girl beneath him bowed her body and screamed. Once again, her hot fluids gushed around his rod, soaking him in her hot juices. The added pleasure of both the tightness and slickness pushed Addur over the edge. He buried himself inside of her, grunting and groaingd as the tingling pleasure overwhelmed him. His legs quivered as his seed squirted inside of her again and again, as if the previous orgasm never mattered. All of the fluids seeped from around their union, dribbling down their legs. The two of them ground against each other, absolutely desperate for more. It continued for what seemed like an eternity, but eventually the two of them slumped onto the bed, panting and sweating.

Addur basked in the afterglow for several moments but was brought back to reality when the painful throbbing returned. He groaned, this time in pain, as he gazed down. His dick, absolutely drenched in female juices and his own seed, still stood tall. It continued to demand attention, even though it had been pleased twice now.

"Well, that's enough of her," Meia said, crawling on the bed. Lacking any gentleness, she gave Seia a kick, rolling the brain-dead woman off the bed. Seia either didn't notice or was too exhausted to fight back, and she just collapsed onto the floor. Addur gave Meia a shocked look at how rough she was... and his dick pulsed harder.

"Oh, my lord!" a sultry voice cried from the head of the bed. Addur slowly turned his head. He saw that Leia was laying on her back, slowly lowering the loincloth from her waist. She kicked off the garment, finally nude. She spread her legs with a smile, showing off her tight slit. Addur gulped. Her pussy was wet and swollen, clearly excited from seeing him being corrupted. There was a small, trimmed triangle of silver hair above it, showing it matched her hair color. Addur's painful erection throbbed even harder, which he didn't even think was possible. Leia reached between her legs and spread herself open. With her free hands she beckoned him forward with one finger. Addur was completely beyond caring. He scrambled towards her like a madman, quickly situating himself between her legs. Leia only giggled, reached up with her free hand, and pulled his head towards hers. She mashed their lips together. Unlike last time, he actively participated, their tongues lapping at each other. The hand at her folds reached out and seized his massive erection, causing him to wince. This only lasted a moment as she guided the head to her wet pussy and guided it in.

Addur thrust his hips forward, burying himself inside. The two of them moaned against each other's mouth. Leia wrapped her arms his shoulders and hooked her legs around his waist. As she clung to him like a lover, Addur thrust his hips. Leia didn't even seem to care that his dick was covered in semen and another woman's juices. Leia's canal gripped and gushed around him. Unlike the crazed woman from before, Leia's movements were controlled, precise. She ground her hips as he thrust into her, adding new sensations. The muscles in her canal expertly clenched and massaged around his rod, as if she had been trained to do so. Every inch of her inner flesh was teasing and coating him with hot fluids. With as sensitive as he was at the moment it felt as if his whole body was buried inside of her, writhing and sucking.

Addur grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her off the bed slightly, trying to get a better angle to get even more pleasure. Leia obliged him, lifting herself up and continuing to gyrate her hips. Addur was drowning in a world of pleasure, even more than he had before. Everything she was doing, from clinging onto him, to moving her hips, to clenching him inside constantly, drove his dick insane. It was clear Leia was enjoying it as well. Her breath was becoming unsteady and her body flushed. Her hips began to quake. Despite this, she never stopped her movements to please him. Their groans and the wet noise of their flesh slapping together echoed around the room as the once noble and pure demigod indulged in debauchery. He was practically unrecognizable from earlier that day.

Addur pulled his head away from her lips, gasping for breath. He could feel himself approaching yet another climax, and his thrusts were becoming desperate. Leia, who was clearly approaching her own, continued to control him. Her legs clenched behind his waist and her arms squeezed around his shoulders. He flailed against her, but she only continued to pump and grind her hips.

"I'm going to...!" Addur moaned.

"Go ahead, my lord," Leia whispered in his ear. "I'll cum with you." After a few more controlled thrusts, Leia lost her rhythm. She began to quiver and buck, the clenching inside of her tightening into a vice. She gushed around his bulging shaft, her orgasm washing over her. Addur could hear her moan into his ear and her body quiver against him, pushing him over the edge. His dick throbbed and erupted. He pumped his hips through the entire climax, wanting more and more. Ample amounts of his seed flooded her insides, as her canal shuddered around him. Leia recovered first, now panting and sweating. She grinned with a glint in her eyes as her canal began clenching in intervals from the entrance to the end. Addur moaned even louder as she literally sucked him deeper inside of her. Every part of her seemed to be created solely to please men, and she was using these powers to make him melt. His orgasm went on and on as she ground her hips and drew more and more semen out of him. Finally, with a pleased sigh, she let him go.

Addur flopped onto the bed beside her, completely sweaty and gasping for breath. All of this pleasure had numbed his brain completely. He didn't know these women. This sex wasn't for some noble reason like reproduction or out of some sense of emotional connection. He was doing it because it felt good. He was treating them like objects, meant to sake his lust and drain his seed. The worst part of it was that he was enjoying it immensely, and he wanted more. His dick, somehow still hard as a rock, continued to throb in demand. He didn't have to wait long.

Meia, the other sister, had crawled over to him. Unlike Leia, she scuttled on top of him, grinning ear-to-ear. She spun around to give him a perfect view of her ample ass cheeks and then slowly engulfed his soaked member into her slick folds. Addur only groaned as she bounced on top of him, her butt wiggling each time she pumped. Just like her sister, she masterfully manipulated him with her canal. Her muscles clenched and her hips gyrated each time she moved on top of him. Hungry for more, Addur grabbed her ass with his hands and began thrusting upwards into her. They quickly found a rhythm, smacking each other as hard as they could. The room was once again filled with the noises of pleasurable moaning and wet flesh pounding. Not a single person who had known Addur in the past would have recognized the hungry beast that was plowing into the woman before them. He was going purely on instinct, the instinct to breed, to fuck, to drown.

Meia shrieked and pressed herself hard against him. He could feel her tighten and tremble as hot fluids gashed around his dick and soaked his crotch once again. Addur grit his teeth as he blasted his seed, pleasure ripping through him. He buried himself as deep as he could possibly go, letting his semen reach her depths. He wanted it planted at her very core. He wanted her filled to the brim and dripping. Meia happily accepted it, letting out whines and rotating her hips for his added pleasure. For what seemed like a blissful eternity, they bucked against each other, trying to draw out every last drop. Finally, Meia pulled herself free and lay on the bed, covered in sweat and kneading her legs together. She turned over, and spread her legs, eager to show Addur what he had done. The demigod watched as his seed dribbled out of her and onto the covers. Rather than be ashamed, Meia seemed to revel in it, spreading herself open and grinning. She was quickly joined by her sister, who got on all fours and spread her thighs apart. A mix of her juices and Addur's semen streamed down her legs. They displayed them proudly, as if they were trophies for Addur to admire. The demigod found himself doing just that. His dick continued to throb painfully, but he no longer cared. He wanted it to stay hard. He wanted it to stay hard forever.

Before he could jump either of them, someone grabbed hold of him. Seia, who had apparently been laying on the floor this whole time, had recovered and wanted more. She had crawled onto the bed and was clawing at him. Addur gazed at her like she a pitiful thing but didn't try to stop her. Seia pushed him back down onto the sheets and licked his face, more like a dog than a human. After a bit of fumbling, his shaft pierced into her folds and she began grinding herself him, shrieking like a whore. Leia and Meia only giggled as they crawled over as well, intent on getting in on the action. The three of them cavorted all night, fucking constantly. The room reeked of sex and was bathed in their moans. Over and over again Addur drowned in their bodies, every vow he ever made and every loyalty he ever had cast aside. In the moment, he regretted none of it.

*

It was very late when Addur woke again, and this time he was in quite a lot of pain. His memory was a little fuzzy, but he seemed to recall that he had sex with those three women until they all passed out. Unfortunately, his dick apparently hadn't enough, and now it was miserably painful. Addur grit his teeth and gyrated on the bed. He gazed down at his shaft to see that it was still engorged, but this time it was red and swollen. Every beat of his heart sent a streak of pain through his whole body. He reached down to touch it in attempt to get some relief, but the moment he made contact he let out a shout and jerked away. It was so sensitive that by this point a single brush sent a sharp pain through him. Despite that, his dick wouldn't go back down. He was stuck, writhing in pain and unable to escape.

Suddenly someone crawled over to him. He could see from her glittering blue eyes and free hair that it was Meia.

"Are you in pain, my lord?" she asked.

"Y-yes!" he cried.

"Let us give you some relief," Leia said from behind him. "It's what we're for."

Meia descended to his incredibly sore crotch while Leia cuddled up to his back. He could feel their hot, naked bodies all over him, arousing him more and painfully. Meia opened her mouth and gently engulfed his shaft. Addur winced, but the woman worked incredibly carefully. Her soft tongue loving teased his abused shaft, massaging and coaxing it to give up. From behind him, Leia turned his head and pressed her lips against his, their tongues dancing together. He was attacked from both sides, and their muscles were lulling his body into relaxing. Leia was distracting him from the pain, and Meia was trying to draw one last orgasm out of him. After a short time, the pleasure finally spiked and Addur's body gave in. The demigod gasped as a mix of pain and pleasure shot through, his dick pulsing one last time. Only a tiny dripping of seed came out, his balls finally exhausted. All the same, Meia licked it up, sucking him gently to get any remaining fluids out of him. After a few moments of bucking and trembling, it stopped. Addur let out a grateful sigh as his dick finally began to soften, completely spent.

"Thank you..." he said, sounding exhausted.

"As we said, my lord," Meia replied. "It's what we're here for." The two sisters sidled up against him, wrapping him in their warmth and their flesh. Addur briefly gazed around, seeing that Seia was laying at the foot of the bed, sprawled out like an animal and snoring. They were all worn out. Ultimately, Addur let the two women lull him into sleep cuddled between them, and he was finally able to drift to a peaceful slumber.

*

Addur awoke once again, groaning. This time it wasn't pain, so much as it was soreness. He didn't know that one's dick could actually be sore, but apparently it was quite possible. He sat up, yawned and looked around for the three women.

Except they weren't there. He was alone, sleeping on his dirty sheets. They had spent the entire night telling him they were there for his comfort, and now they were gone. For a few moments, he felt frustrated and angry... and then he caught himself.

Was he... was he being possessive of them? Like he owned them? That was horrible! Women weren't things to own and possess! Well, at least that was what the logical part of his brain said. The other part continued to steam and wanted those three women back with a desire he didn't fully understand. The demigod chewed one of his fingernails as the two sides of him waged a war with one another. One thing was for certain... the three of them were gone, and with the collar around his ankle there was nothing he could do but wait and see if they would return.

*

As dawn rose, Dotan stood on one of the castle balconies, admiring his future domain. As gods didn't need to sleep near as much as mortals did, he was up the entire night listening to the groans and screams. The entire castle was under his command, and he allowed the guards to have their way with all of the women. Some of the women resisted at first, but after a few turns they gave in, as all women would eventually. Doing it on a nation-wide scale would be harder, he knew. For generations women had been taught they were equal, and even superior to men. Those who followed Lyfillia, anyway. Now where was that high and mighty goddess? Likely in the bowels of the castle, having men taking turns fucking her in the front and the back. Still, that was easy. It was just one woman. Millions of women across the entire nation needed to be educated.

The poisonous ideas of equality among the sexes and hope for women to reach beyond their station couldn't proliferate anymore. There would have to be a generation of cruelty, where these women were forcefully pushed back in place. They would have to be taught the hard way why they had to be men's slaves. It would likely be painful, and most women would suffer. So be it. Once that was done, they could pass that idea to the next generation. The old ideas would die a painful death. It would take a lot of work... and a lot of wine, in order to accomplish it, but Dotan was determined.

Once the castle was secure, Dotan would move onto Starminster City itself. A city of hundreds of thousands, and likely more women than men thanks to it being Zophiel's personal territory. It was a steppingstone he would have to climb. The castle, the city, and then the nation, all of these depend on the cooperation of the military, which would be arriving on this day. The crux of Dotan's plan was about to begin. This entire enterprise of his hinged on what happened today. Dotan could be very persuasive. However, could he be persuasive enough to get an old, loyal general to change his ways?

"My lord?" Seth asked, approaching from behind. Dotan turned away from the balcony towards his high priest.

"Yes, what is it?" Dotan asked.

"The messengers I sent out have returned," the mortal continued. "General Haynes and the army have arrived outside the city. They've set up camp just outside the gates. They say that the general and the officers will be at the banquet this evening."

Dotan cocked an eyebrow. "Zophiel was going to throw them a banquet?"

"No, my lord," Seth continued. "It was a pre-wedding banquet, apparently. General Haynes and the officers were supposed to be the flag bearers and guards, although Zophiel did intend to feed them, at least according to them."

Dotan grunted in disgust before continuing. "Well, at least it will be easy to get the officers on our side when we make the banquet about them. General Haynes might be a tougher one to win over. Alright, if the guards are still fucking the slaves, tell them to knock it off. Have them prepare the banquet for Haynes and the officers. Bring up the wine casques from the cellar and clean up the brothel slaves. It's about time actual soldiers got to experience what they rightfully deserve."