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Harem Country Ch. 06

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.

This first scene contains: sexual slavery, drugs, gangbang, group sex, mind control, exhibitionism, public sex, oral, anal, handjob, footjob, deepthroating, bukkake, humiliation, abuse, and maledom

The second scene contains: blackmail, incest roleplay, corruption, oral, deepthroating, petting, cowgirl, creampie, and (possible) impregnation.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

*

Seth was quickly walking through Starminster castle, looking for his lord. The officers of the army would be there within minutes, but Dotan was nowhere to be seen. In fact, no one had seen him for quite some time. It wasn't unheard of for a god to simply get bored with a planet and then just hop to another without telling anyone. The only problem was that if Dotan did that it would be Seth and all the people that worked with Dotan who would be mercilessly killed by Zophiel's followers. One could understand Seth's desperation.Harem Country Ch. 06 фото

The new High Priest finally went down to the cellar. Dotan did not appear to be here either. There were just rows and rows of wine casks, which had already been dosed with Dotan's potion. Starting to sweat, Seth quickly marched through the room, desperately looking around. Finally, at the back of the room and around a corner, Seth saw there was a dead-end hallway. Once he gazed down it, he heaved a sigh and relaxed. Dotan was just standing with his arms crossed, staring at a wall. Seth hurriedly jogged over, his nerves still on edge.

"My lord," he began. "the officers will be here momentarily and we're on the other side of the castle."

"I'm a god Seth," Dotan said. "I can move very quickly. Does this wall look odd?"

Seth's eyes darted between the god and said wall. He was sincerely hoping Dotan wasn't losing his mind.

"Uh... no?" the human asked nervously.

"Are you sure?" Dotan added. "Look closely."

Although still worried, Seth turned to the wall again. His eyes searched along it... and then he did notice something odd. When his eyes ran along it, it appeared that the bricks snapped into place in front of his vision, moving as they did so.

"Whoa!" Seth said. "Are the bricks... moving?"

"Not exactly," Dotan said. "You see my grandfather had quite a treasury before he died. There were artifacts from eons past in it. He hid the room in a pocket dimension. Most people wouldn't even notice the gaps in the spell... unless staring directly at it. I assumed it would be in a carefully hidden place that no one would notice, like a dead-end hall in a cellar."

Dotan lifted his hand and put it on the strange wall. There was a flash of light and Seth instantly became dizzy. The hallway abruptly extended, as if it were rubber being stretched out. There was now a door in front of them.

"Holy...!" Seth began. "Why didn't Zophiel ever open this place?"

"She didn't know where it was," Dotan replied matter-of-factually.

"How do you know and she didn't?" the human inquired. Dotan gave him a brief glance.

"That's a god's business, not a mortal's," He then pushed the door open. The two of them stepped in a stuffy room lined with shelves and tables. Many of the items look positively ancient and were under glass domes. Seth's eyes were drawn to the shelves of books. As he read the titles, his eyes began to widen.

"These books...!" he began. "These books were lost! People have been searching for them for generations! Some of them have the genealogies of gods going back hundreds of thousands of years!"

"Light god genealogies," Dotan said bitterly. "Not what I'm looking for." He strode through the room, looking at all of the things under the glass domes. Finally seeing the object he wanted, the god's eyes brightened. "There you are!"

Seth trotted over to look. It wasn't something that looked too impressive. It was a small rock sculpted in the shape of an eye. There were also tiny runes etched all over it.

"What is it?" Seth asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"A domination talisman," Dotan said with pride. "It's something dark gods invented. If you get it inside someone's body it will break their mind whether they be mortals or gods. Their consciousness will be wide open, and whatever you tell them they will believe without any doubt." Dotan lifted the glass dome and picked up the small stone. "Kiriel managed to grab one before the end of the war. I knew it would be in here."

"If that talisman can really do all that," Seth began. "why didn't the dark gods use more of them? I've never heard of it."

Dotan sneered a little as he pocketed the stone. "It's quite difficult to work. First, you have to get it inside the victim. If they are demigods or gods that can be incredibly difficult. They don't exactly cooperate when you try to shove it down their throat, up their private places, or cut into their skin to insert it. You're more likely to kill them than succeed. Second, it can be undone with magic, although it is difficult. You have to know what you're doing, however. Third, if the victim runs into a contradiction in their thoughts, it will cause a mental breakdown that could result in suicide. Ultimately it was more of a trick to infuriate the light gods during the war."

"If it's that difficult, why would you want it?"

"Kiriel knew how to undo the domination talisman. Zophiel and Lyfillia might also know, but do you think anyone else does?"

"And the contradiction suicide thing?"

"That's not really my problem," Dotan said. "Come on. This is all I was after." As the god turned to leave, however, he spotted something at the end of the room. Seth followed his gaze, causing him to gasp. It was a floating crystal under its own glass dome. It was shaped like a heart and it had a pulsing light.

"Is that..." Seth began. "the Heart of Memories!? It's a memory talisman that holds the history of hundreds of gods!"

Dotan narrowed his eyes. When a god goes off to war or thinks they might die soon, they sometimes enchant an item to implant their memories into it. It could be used to pass on useful information or as a last will and testament. Regardless, it was be a powerful record of the history of a god's family.

"People have spent generations looking for that!" Seth said, practically giddy. "Rich nobles have offered a king's ransom for it! It has memories going back to the beginning of this world!"

"The memories of LIGHT gods," Dotan snapped. He lifted his hand and a bolt of lightning shot out of it. It struck the talisman, shattering both the glass dome and the crystal. With a flash of light, it disappeared, the legacy of countless gods evaporating. Seth's jaw hung open as his brain went blank.

"Wh... wh... wh... why?" the human said weakly. "We could have sold that for so much!"

"How many priceless artifacts of dark gods have they destroyed?" Dotan replied. Her turned to the bookshelf, lifting his hand again. A bright red bolt of flame swept out of it, lighting the ancient tomes on fire. Due to their age, they quickly began burning, the flames spreading. "Let's go. There's nothing else worth keeping here." Dotan began marching away. Seth remained frozen, his mouth still open.

"But... but... but... we could at least take one!" Seth said desperately.

"SETH! Forget about the money and let's go!"

Seth lingered for a few moments more, watching the flames begin to consume the room. Finally, he groaned and dragged his feet as he left. The moment he exited, Dotan slammed the door shut and lifted his hand one more time. With a flash of light, the hallways shortened again, and the room was gone.

"Now let's go," Dotan barked. "We have to go meet the general and his officers. We have an army to build today."

*

General Gregory Haynes was the last of a dying breed, even he knew that. Altea had a proud military tradition stretching back millennia. Armies of humans proudly fought side-by-side with their gods in a valiant struggle for dominance. The territory of this country was won in blood, defeating the dark gods that once lived here. Gregory Haynes carried on that tradition, whatever was left of it. Zophiel had been steadily cutting the budget of the military for well over a century. It was her prerogative as queen, and they were living in an age of peace. Only occasional incursions by orcs were a problem, and a minor problem at that. It made financial sense, even if General Haynes found it distasteful. Still, he was nothing if not loyal.

As the army reached the city of Starminster, there was no fanfare or adoring crowds. Despite this, the general decided to follow tradition. He ordered his common soldiers to make camp while his officers fell in line for a parade through the city. As they marched towards the castle, the people mostly ignored them. A sad state for the army, merely an afterthought to the citizens. Still, Haynes did his duty. They finally marched into the courtyard of Starminster Castle. They saw the tables and decorations littering the open space, ready for the upcoming wedding. Only three people waited for them in front of the castle gates, one of them incredibly tall. General Haynes and his men stopped before these people, all at attention.

"General Gregory Haynes, reporting as ordered with the officer corp!" he cried.

"Marvelous!" the tall man said, stepping forward. The general narrowed his eyes. This large man... something was different about him. "I am happy to finally have a true military man here! My name is Dotan and I have some rather shocking news for you."

"And that would be?" Haynes asked.

"I don't want you to be alarmed, but there's been a change of leadership."

"What do you mean?"

"I, Dotan, son of Zophiel, have removed my mother from power. From now on, I will be king of Altea."

Haynes was both shocked and offended. He instantly scoffed. "Is this some kind of joke? Zophiel has no children, and she is certainly not going to be defeated so easily."

"She sealed me away to try and hide her shame."

"And what shame is that?"

Dotan's wings appeared and swept out from behind him. His halo lit above him, glowing blood red.

"I am a god of darkness, masculinity, and war... and I want a man like you at my side General Haynes."

The general was taken aback again. Judging from Dotan's wings and halo he was indeed a god of darkness, and a powerful one at that. He was at least not lying about that.

"You expect me to betray my queen? I am a loyal soldier, and I will always be so."

"I admire your dedication. I just question whether that loyalty is returned."

"Queen Zophiel has never done me wrong."

"And your men?"

Haynes paused. He knew what Dotan was getting at. Zophiel had been steadily cutting at the budget, forcing Haynes to let good men, loyal soldiers, be discharged. Some even wanted to make the military their entire career and were devastated. It was hard to watch them go.

"I follow my queen's orders," the general finally said.

"She's not the queen anymore," Dotan replied bluntly. Haynes found that hard to believe, but Dotan was a dark god standing plain as day in the courtyard of Starminster Castle. If Zophiel was around there was no way she would stand for it. She was supposed to be here when Haynes arrived... yet she wasn't. Seeing the general's consternation, Dotan relaxed a little, retracting his wings and disappearing his halo.

"General," the god began. "I understand this a lot to take in, but I'm not your enemy. My goal is to have a nation of strong men and a great army. I think you'll find me a much better lord to serve."

"How do you figure that?" Haynes asked.

"For starters, I'll increase the pay of all soldiers ten times over."

That statement immediately got Haynes's officers muttering. The general briefly glanced at them, but said nothing. Zophiel had been cutting the budget so much that no one had gotten a pay increase since... well, since Haynes had been alive. Multiplying it by ten was incredibly alluring.

"You're making big promises," Haynes finally said. "but we still have no reason to trust you."

"I know," Dotan said. "I would like for you to hear me out, however. Why don't you and I go talk privately and we can discuss the details? The wedding isn't happening anymore, so instead it's now a banquet for you and your men. The officers can eat and drink and we can have a friendly discussion."

General Haynes was silent a moment, thinking. "How do I know this isn't a trap?"

"General, I'm a god. If I wanted to kill you I wouldn't need any tricks. I would just do it."

Although the other officers muttered uncomfortably, Haynes realized Dotan was right. None of them had weapons or armor, and even if they did have them it would only lengthen the battle marginally. Dotan could obliterate them all easily, yet he hadn't. That had to count for something. Haynes decided to give Dotan a chance.

"Very well," Haynes said. "I will hear you out, but I will not provide any guarantees."

"That's all I ask," Dotan motioned to one of the people next to him, a guard. "Please take the general to my temporary office." The guard nodded and motioned for the general to follow him, which the military man did reluctantly. Dotan then turned to the other man he was with, who happened to be Seth.

"Bring out the food... and wine casks," the god instructed.

Seth glanced at the all the officers. "Are you sure my lord? That's a hundred men who are gonna be... uh... drunk. Is that a good idea?"

"You shouldn't worry," Dotan replied. "I have more than enough to sate these men. Do it."

"As you wish," Seth replied.

"Send Meia and Leia to my office and tell them to wait outside. You stay here and make sure things go... smoothly."

*

General Haynes was led to a rather normal looking administrator's office. He was a bit surprised, as this was an office for the accountants and not Zophiel's grand, gilded room. The guard led him to a seat in front of a desk and left. The general did not have to wait long as Dotan arrived a minute later. The god took a seat behind the desk and they were finally face-to-face.

"I understand this is a lot to take in," Dotan began. "I appreciate you hearing me out."

"You're awfully polite for a god," General Haynes said. "Especially from what I hear about dark gods."

"I am a god of war," the god replied. "I have great respect for military men and soldiers. I can see that Zophiel hasn't been respecting her military like she should. I would rectify this."

"Where is Zophiel?" Haynes finally asked.

"She's imprisoned in an area under my control."

"And where is that, exactly?"

"You'll understand my hesitation to share this information General Haynes. Suffice to say she won't be released until I deem it so."

"What about Lyfillia? Melodia? Addur?"

"No harm has come to Melodia or Addur. I have no fight with the elves and Addur is no threat to me. Lyfillia... she is alive."

"And what does that mean?"

"Just what it says. I'm sure you'll see her soon enough."

General Haynes scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You ask me for my allegiance yet you won't tell me anything."

"A dark god's ways can be shocking to those who have never seen them before. Rest assured, everything I do, however it may shock you, is for the greater good."

"Oh believe me, I've read all about dark gods. So what's the catch?"

"Catch?"

"All dark gods are twisted in some way. There's always something they use to keep people in line or satisfy their selfish desires. What is yours?"

Dotan was silent for a few moments. Gregory Haynes knew perhaps too much about dark gods. Dotan could lie, but the general would see for himself sooner or later anyway. There was always a price people were willing to pay to accept those dark, twisted desires. Dotan what that price would be for General Haynes... before Dotan brought out his big trump card, that is.

"I believe in a society ruled by the strong," the god began. "Naturally, males are stronger than females. They deserve to be in positions of power in every sense of the word. Men should rule over the women. The weaker women must be put in their place, by any means necessary."

Haynes narrowed his eyes. "I see. You want to make women subservient to men. A truly misogynist society."

"If that's how you see it. We've been witnessing the opposite so far, how has it been for you?"

"That's beside the point. How would this society work huh?"

"Women will submit to their men, whether it be their husbands, fathers, or closest family member. Decisions would be put in the place of those who deserve it, the strong. This would apply to everyone equally, whether they be wives or daughters."

Gregory Haynes flinched a little. It was subtle, in his eyes. Dotan hit a nerve somewhere. What was it? Wife or daughter?

"You think you can just enslave an entire population? That I will help you do it?"

"I'm not forcing men to treat their women a certain way. If you want to treat your wife like a wife, go ahead. If you want to treat your daughter like your daughter, go ahead."

Haynes tightened his fists at the last sentence. It was the daughter. His daughter was his nerve.

"You want to make them slaves and expect them to be treated well?" the general bit back.

"I am putting the natural order in place," Dotan replied. "The strong over the weak. Whatever results is what should be."

"So you're blameless?"

"I'll take the blame for making this society right if that's what you want."

General Haynes gazed off to the side, his fists still clenched. "That's what I always heard about dark gods. True tyrants who do whatever they want with no responsibility."

Dotan actually smiled a little. "Are you sure that's only true about dark gods?"

Haynes's dark eyes darted back to Dotan's amber ones. "What do you mean?"

It was time to bring in the big hitter, something Dotan had been hiding since he searched through his mother's room. The god reached into the desk and came back with a folded piece of paper.

"Speaking of those who do whatever they want with no responsibility, why do you think Zophiel has been cutting the budget of the army year after year?"

"We are in peace time. It has been that way for over a century."

"Altea has been at peace for well over a thousand years, ever since the end of the War of the Gods where they wiped out my kind. Occasional incursions by orcs are minor by comparison. She's only been cutting for the past century out of this thousand years of peace. Why?"

"I don't... I'm sure she has her reasons..." Haynes was beginning to look uncertain. Humans had a limited outlook on life due to their lifespan. The general couldn't really see a thousand years out like Dotan could.

"You would recognize her handwriting, wouldn't you? You would also recognize her seal, something I couldn't fake, right?"

General Haynes tensed up. He was very familiar with Zophiel's handwriting. That would be difficult, but not impossible, to fake. Zophiel's seal WAS impossible to fake. It was made with her own unique magic power, and couldn't be replicated. It was one of the only ways to know without a doubt that a letter was truly from a certain god. Dotan couldn't falsify that. The god leaned over and held out the piece of paper. The general hesitated, but his curiosity got the better of him. He took the letter and opened it. He read it. He read it again. His eyes widened and he stood up.

"Wh-what is this!?" he demanded.

Dotan only shrugged. "It is what is says it is."

The general stood and began pacing the room, clearly agitated and furious. After moving around like an angry bull for a few moments, he paused in front of the desk and turned to Dotan.

"She was going to... DISBAND the army!?!?"

*

Seth nervously watched all the officers eat and drink. The sun was now beginning to set and it was getting dark. As time went on, the soldiers got more and more rowdy. It started with yelling, and then devolved into fist fights. Many of them were acting like drunken young men at a bachelor party rather than trained officers in the army. Once night came, they were all drunk, in more ways than one. Seth lit torches around the banquet area to provide them with light. As the city went to sleep Seth knew it was time, as the prying eyes of civilians would be far less likely to see what was about to occur in the courtyard. The doors of the castle opened. The castle guards who now followed Dotan emerged, carrying chains. Those chains were attached to collars... wrapped around the neck of women who had been forced into slavery.

 

All of the officers slowly stopped their rowdy carousing and stared with open mouths. The women were all naked, with many of them covered in bruises and covering their private areas. Their eyes were glued to the ground, not saying anything. None of them resisted, having already been ground down by the brutality the previous day. These were women that had once worshiped Zophiel, worked for her as staff, or were simply visitors to the castle. Now all they could do was stand naked in the courtyard and hope they weren't treated as badly as before. This was the barbarism that Dotan had unleashed... and the god didn't care at all. Why should he? In his eyes, this was just the consequences of the society his mother built. They were being beaten back into their place.

The last woman was pulled into the courtyard, earning shocked gasps from the drunken officers. It was Lyfillia, the man-hater. Like all the other women, she was naked. She wasn't covered in bruises, as it was likely impossible for mortals to injure her. She was, however, clearly flushed and panting. Both of her hands were on her crotch, and she was fidgeting nervously.

"Speak, now," the guard ordered. Lyfillia's lust-filled eyes gazed across the drunken officers, their own eyes drilling holes into her. There was a part of her that still felt humiliation. Part of her that wanted to tear them all apart. The noble part of her that was a powerful goddess that helped build this nation. That half of her was burning in the fires of lust her nephew forced on her. She couldn't hold it back... there was no point. There was no escaping the collar or the spell he put on her. Increasingly... she didn't even want to.

Lyfillia spread her legs and pulled her thighs apart, revealing her drooling pussy to the crowd.

"Please!" she cried. "Please give me pleasure! I can't take it anymore! Fuck me!"

There was a moment of silence. Everyone looked too stunned to speak, unable to process what was happening. Then one of the officers rushed over. He grabbed the goddess's hair and jerked it back, forcing her to lift her head. He mashed his lips against her as his other hand shot to her pussy, roughly jabbing them with his fingers. Lyfillia moaned against his mouth, already gyrating her hips. This broke the dam. All of the officers rushed forward. Many of them charged to Lyfillia, but she was quickly crowded. Those who could not waitt instead seized the other women. Some of them began crying, but the men were beyond caring. They were all wrestled to the ground as the officers clamored around them.

Lyfillia ended up on her knees. Three dicks were shoved in her face. With a somewhat dreamy look on her face she opened her mouth and shoved the three glans inside. Her tongue swirled around each of the bulbs in turn, tasting their salty sweat. Meanwhile, one man shuffled underneath her. He began angling for her pussy. Lyfillia kept her legs wide, giving him easy access. The man slammed himself inside of her without an ounce of gentleness. The goddess moaned loudly against the dicks in her mouth. The familiar pleasure echoed around her body, wanting more. Another man approached her back, smearing his own spit on his shaft. He angled himself towards her ass, finding her back hole after a few tries. He also stabbed himself inside savagely, far too hard. If Lyfillia wasn't a goddess, he likely would have hurt her. Instead, she lifted her head back and screamed in pleasure. Both of the dicks savagely plowed inside of her, sparks of ecstasy bouncing between her two holes. One of the men that had been at her mouth snarled at her. He grabbed her hair roughly and forced her face into his dick. She quickly swallowed it, his pubic hair in her face and his balls on her chin. Her eyes rolled back in her head, stuck between suffocating and feeling the ecstasy in her lower half. Other men grabbed her hands, using them to jack themselves off. Even more of the officers hovered around her, masturbating and waiting for their chance. She was completely surrounded again, drowning in lust.

Seth waited nearby, watching the chaos. Lyfillia was on her knees, being ravaged in every hole. She moaned like a whore all the while. Just a few days ago she was a powerful goddess who acted like men were the most disgusting thing she had ever seen. Now she was covered in them as they fucked every inch of her. Another one of the women was on all fours being spit roasted by the two guards, her body jerking back and forth so hard her arms and legs were flailing. She had been a holy virgin priestess the day previously. Another woman had been put onto one of the tables, her mouth, breasts and pussy were being slammed into while she cried and tried to breathe. She had been a haughty maid who always acted like doing Zophiel's laundry made her superior to everyone else. Another was lifted into the air, her legs dangling from the men carrying her. They were pounding her front and back, enjoying the way she moaned as they did so. Seth didn't even know her, but she was now enjoying what was being done to her body. No man was being gentle. They didn't even care about these women. They were just objects, slaves for men for the sake of their lust.

A few days ago, even Seth would have found this abhorrent. Now it barely even registered. He had been so powerless and frustrated before. He had nowhere to go and was working a dead-end job. Now he was the High Priest to the god of this country, ordering people around. He told the guards to drag one of the goddesses that once ruled this place so she could be fucked publicly in the courtyard... and they did it. It filled him with a sense of power he didn't want to part with. Dotan had already silenced the two most powerful goddesses on the planet. It truly looked like the dark god was going to succeed with his schemes... and Seth would have a powerful position when it was all done.. He would truly be important. All that anger he had when was just a guard was evaporating and was being filled with a sense of superiority and security. He could finally right all the wrongs in his life. He could finally be somebody rich and powerful. All the while he would have a harem of women to serve him. Dotan may be cruel and temperamental, but it was clear he had the power to change this country if not the world. The loyalty Seth felt for him was growing by the day. It wouldn't be long before he was willing to do any amount of cruelty Dotan ordered without question.

Watching the women being ravaged in the courtyard began to stir something in Seth. Ever since he took that drug a few days ago and had sex all night his dick had been sore and his lust had been muted. It appeared to be finally returning, as he felt his shaft twitch and his desire rising.

"Thank goodness..." Seth muttered, worried it would never return. He would have to go to his own harem once this was over. He wondered which one he would choose to fuck, or maybe he would just do both. Maybe... he should add another to his harem, one that he could train and wouldn't be a completely brain-altered whore like the two he currently had. Not any of the women in the courtyard, of course, as they were meant for the soldier's brothels and would be completely broken soon. The idea of having a woman he could mold to his own tastes filled Seth with another rush of power. How addicting it was. Seth was no longer the downtrodden. He was on top and would fight to remain so.

Dotan's ability to manipulate was truly impressive.

*

General Haynes had been pacing Dotan's office for quite some time, steaming. The god didn't speak. He merely sat back in his chair, waiting. Haynes's anger was warranted, and it would take a lot of time for him to work through it. Dotan clearly understood this. As the god of war he was equally disgusted, although not surprised. His mother had allowed this country to decay to such a degree he was easily tearing through it piece by piece. His mother wasn't stupid, but she had certainly been reckless. Dotan had emerged at just the right time. Even a year later and who knows what would have been left...

General Haynes finally stomped back over to Dotan's desk and slammed the letter onto it.

"This is fake! It has to be!" the general demanded.

"It's in her handwriting and has her seal," Dotan replied. "It would be exceedingly hard to fake her handwriting, and downright impossible to fake her seal."

"Why would she... how could she...!?" Haynes demanded. "The nation would be wide open to attack! This is insanity!"

Dotan shrugged. "An attack from who? The orcs are a minor concern. The elves were about to enter a marriage alliance with Addur and Melodia's wedding. All the other nations are too far away. What enemies?"

"That won't always be the case!" the officer countered. "The orcs could reorganize! Another nation could rise! A hundred years from now the whole situation could change!!"

"Good thing there are six other goddesses then."

Gregory Haynes stopped, his face falling. His brain started connecting the dots. For the past few decades Zophiel had invited five other goddesses to come live here in Altea. They were scattered all across the nation with their own court of people. It was like they were mini-governments unto themselves...

"She... she planned this?" the general asked, beginning to sound defeated. "Why would she... how could she...?"

Dotan sighed and crossed his arms.

"The "how" I can answer. Let's say I want to retire from ruling the country. How would I go about it? I would build a place I can go where I wouldn't be bothered. Like an estate with large walls and a strong fortress." Dotan reached into the desk and removed another document, laying it in front of Haynes. This was one that appeared to be a financial statement. "Zophiel was diverting funds to land she personally owns up north on the coast. Judging from the statement she was paying stonemasons and carpenters quite a lot of money. If you build a big enough fortress and have a goddess inside it, anyone who invaded the country would simply avoid it. Especially if the goddess never leaves the walls."

Dotan then leaned forward resting his chin on his folded hands. "Now, let's say if I were Zophiel and I was going to retire, who would become queen after me?"

"Lyfillia..." Haynes said in a weak voice.

"Right, the goddess who has a nasty temper and a big inferiority complex. Would you trust her with an army? Of course not. So don't give her one. If you release soldiers they are no longer bound by their oath to serve the crown. Lyfillia could attempt to call them back, but do you think they'll listen? Then again, Lyfillia is strong enough on her own to push the people of this country around... unless said humans have some people in their corner who will defend against Lyfillia."

"The five goddesses..."

"Correct, a new balance of power. Even if the orcs were to unite and launch an all-out invasion are they a match for five or six goddesses? It's also customary to give a royal married couple new property for them to govern. So if I had two demigods where would I put them?" Dotan reached into his desk one more time and took out another document he laid in front of Haynes. It was a deed that showed Zophiel had prepared a transfer of property... with two lines for names to be signed "How about a castle and estate near the border with the orcs? Should the orcs ever actually invade, the elves and their gods would be obligated to come and save Melodia. So, imagine you had a country with six goddesses, two demigods living near your only problem, and an entire country of elves with their own gods that would come to the defense of this nation should an invasion ever happen. Would you really need an army?"

Haynes slowly sat down, putting his head in his hands. He hadn't seen any of this! All this time he had just expected Zophiel to have the best interests of the nation at heart... but this! She was trying to abandon it! She was trying to quit! Thousands of years of history and she was going to throw it all away! Haynes lifted his head.

"Why?" he finally asked.

"That's a little more difficult to decipher. I'm not going to pretend I can understand what goes on in a woman's head. I doubt I would find it worthwhile in the first place, but if I had to venture a guess I would say that it was... guilt."

"Guilt? Over what? You?"

"Giving birth to a dark god and then sealing him away, I'm sure that's part of it, but I doubt that's all of it. Zophiel is several thousand years old. I was only around for about 800 of that. She's been through war. I'm sure she's seen and done terrible things. Imagine if the thing you earned by doing all of those terrible things, the kingdom itself, was a constant reminder? The war, the suffering, the blood, the death, and betraying your own son, every single day you have to see things that remind you of that. When humans feel guilt, they can cope with it. You only live for a century, max. You can carry that guilt your whole life without even telling anyone what you did, no sweat. Imagine having guilt for more than a thousand years, and it will continue for thousands more. It never ends, because you never end. It eats and eats and eats until... you just can't take it anymore. You just want to leave. But how can you do that when your sister is unfit for rule and an entire kingdom depends on you? You begin handing off responsibilities, you change the balance of power, and you make alliances. The only thing left to deal with... is the army. So you make it smaller, bit by bit, over the course of a century. Humans have such short memories. No one would really notice you doing it... except the man in charge of said army."

Haynes was perfectly still and silent. He just held the order to disband the army in his hand, a blank expression on his face. He had dedicated his life to this army. He had sacrificed so much, his blood, sweat, tears and time with his family. He had always kept working, knowing it was his duty and he was a loyal soldier. Instead, the woman he served his entire life was trying to end it all... simply for her own comfort.

"That's who my mother is," Dotan finally said. "For better or worse."

"She was just going to cast us aside!" Haynes cried, finally getting angry again. "I did everything she asked! I gave all of my time to this! My life! My wife died while I was patrolling for orc raiders! My daughter was raised by nannies! My daughter she... she..." Haynes slowly turned his gaze to the ground.

"Where is she?" Dotan asked in a low voice.

"She's about to leave for the Elven Kingdom," Haynes muttered. "She met an elf in college. They've been courting. How he's invited her to come and marry him. She was preparing for the journey as I left for here. As bad as Zophiel has betrayed me... I can't stand to do what you want of me because of her. It would put me at odds with elves and put her in danger. She's going to join the ranks of their nobility and..."

"Oh," Dotan abruptly uttered.

Haynes lifted his eyes, suddenly defensive. "What!?"

"You're not nobility, right?"

"No, I was a common soldier who worked my way up. I gave my all and...!"

The god lifted his hand. "I don't have a problem with that. If anything I believe in meritocracy with soldiers. You've earned your position, I have no doubt about that. I'm concerned because your daughter is marrying an elf noble. An elf noble marrying a common human is... well, something they did before I was sealed away too. They had a name for that."

"A name?"

"Practice marriage."

General Haynes bristled. "What does that mean!?"

"It's been over 800 years, but elves can live for 250 so I somewhat doubt their culture has changed that much. Zophiel told me about it when I was a child. Since elves live so much longer than humans, they have more time to make decisions about marriage. In order to get it right they would um... practice with one first. They easily outlive humans, so marrying one at an early age means they have plenty of time after their human spouse dies. Then they have a "real" marriage with an actual elf. Any children from the practice marriage either become servants of the household or, if the elf wife is feeling insecure enough, expelled from the house. It's why there are so many people with elf blood that live near the border with Altea. They are the descendants of the children expelled from their houses."

While Haynes had been angered by the loss of the army, he now appeared truly apoplectic. He stood up, crinkling the order to disband the army in his hand.

"Why did I not know about this!?" the general demanded.

"It's not something they advertise," Dotan replied. "They don't go around telling the fathers of the women they try to marry. Alteans still want to foster better relations with the Elven Kingdom, so the human nobles keep it a secret too. We do still have Melodia here... you could ask her if you want."

Haynes was beginning to sweat. The disbandment of the army didn't provoke such a reaction, but the mere mention that his daughter might be used as "practice" had him incensed. Dotan knew he had his window. His daughter was more than just a nerve, it was an exposed wound.

"Where is she!?" the general demanded. "Where is Melodia!?!?" Dotan stood and walked to the door. He opened it to find Meia and Leia waiting.

"Meia, would you take General Haynes to where Melodia is being held?" he asked.

"Of course, sire," the platinum blond woman said. Haynes eye twitched at the sight of her. That hair color belonged to elves. This woman was likely a descendant of those cast away from these practice marriages. The general stomped out of the room as Meia led him away. Dotan allowed them to move out of earshot before he turned to Leia.

"Have you met General Haynes's daughter?" he asked.

"Uhhhhh... yes! Now that you mention it, I did see her at a party here once. She spent all her time flirting with the elves with stars in her eyes. She was one of those women convinced that the elves were so much wiser and nobler than us lowly humans."

"Her father spent all his time serving his country," Dotan muttered. "Without him around, the elves got their hooks in his daughter. Her mother died, but her other relatives should have raised her correctly. A true shame... do you happen to remember what she looked like?"

"Yes my lord, she very pretty. Blonde hair and blue eyed."

"Isn't one of the demigoddesses that surrendered blonde haired and blue eyed?"

"She is, my lord."

"And you and your sister spent the day training her?"

"We have. They were resistant at first, but now they've been learning quite well."

"I'll bet."

Demigods weren't foolish. They were usually taught that when they run afoul a god they should just do what the god wants and bide their time. Demigods could live for up to 600 years. That was a lot of time for them to plot their escape. Dotan didn't intend to give them the opportunity regardless of how long they lived.

"Bring them to the balcony over the courtyard," Dotan explained. "I want to give them a prime lesson on why they shouldn't disobey me. Do you think the blonde one is ready to please a man?"

"I would say no for a man who knows what a woman should be, but if the man doesn't have experience with a trained woman they would likely enjoy it."

"That will have to do. I want to prepare a room for our lovely general. It's time he tasted our hospitality."

*

Meia led General Haynes to a room that was generally kept for servants. Said rooms were deep in the castle and windowless, making them perfect to place someone on house arrest. As they approached the door, Meia fiddled with the makeshift lock placed on the outside. When she managed to release it, Haynes brushed past her and stormed in.

Melodia, still in the same dress she arrived in, jumped to her feet when the door swung open. The collar was still around her neck, leaving her powerless. She had half expected the intruders to be men to assault her, instead it was someone she recognized.

 

"General Haynes? What are you doing here?" the elven demigoddess asked. "Has the army arrived to relieve us?"

"What are practice marriages!?" the human demanded.

Almost instantly, Melodia stiffened. The general could see her face fall and grow a little pale.

"G-general..." she began. "I-I-I don't think that now is the time to..."

"It's something the elf nobles do to human women, isn't it?" he shouted. "They treat them like some kind of test and throw away the children!"

"I don't know anyone that practices such things..." Melodia tried to say. Haynes stomped closer to her, forcing her back into wall. The demigoddess began to sweat.

"You're as weak as a human woman," Meia reminded Melodia from the door. "and he's a fully-grown man. There's no telling what he might do. You might want to answer his question."

Melodia gulped, the sweat beading down her face. She had never seen a man with such a crazed expression. He might truly hurt her if she kept trying to deflect.

"Okay! Okay! Yes! A lot of the elf nobles still do it! It's... it's a tradition, but they don't always throw the children out!"

"No! Some of them get to be servants to the real wife!" Haynes shouted. "My daughter... my ONLY child is on her way to marry an elf noble right now!"

"I... I... I'm sure her husband doesn't intend to..." Melodia said weakly. "General please, this is beside the point right now. If we don't stop this evil god...!"

Haynes scoffed and stomped back out of the room. Meia gave Melodia a smug grin and slammed the door shut, locking it again. Melodia felt a powerful sinking feeling in her stomach. If General Haynes wasn't coming to their aid... there was no force in the country that could! The elves couldn't attack Altea. If they did, who knows what would happen to her! Melodia collapsed back into a chair, feeling even more worried than she was before.

General Haynes stomped aimlessly around the castle, too mad to really think straight. If Zophiel disbanded the army the only thing he would have left is his daughter! She was the last piece of his wife, the last bit of his family left on this planet... and the elves were going to waste her! What would become of him then!? What would be his legacy in this world!?

Haynes abruptly stopped. He heard a noise off to his right. He slowly turned to see he was near the gates of the castle. The sounds he heard were raucous and loud, filled with shouts of ecstasy and lust. He hesitated a moment. What was happening in the courtyard? That's where he left his officers.

"Would you like to see, sir?" Meia asked.

"See what?" Haynes asked.

"What Lord Dotan is capable of doing?" she added.

Haynes hesitated a moment more. He then marched his way towards the gates. When he arrived and looked out into the courtyard, his eyes widened. His men were in mid-orgy, not even noticing his presence. As his eyes drank in the shocking scene, he saw someone surrounded by men that made his jaw drop and his head spin.

Lyfillia was on her back, laying on top of a man. That man had his dick in her ass. More were on top of her. One was squatted over her crotch, his throbbing erection pounding into her folds. Another was at her breasts, mashing them together and pumping into the plump flesh. There was one at her mouth, slapping his balls against her face as he ravaged her throat. Finally there were men using her hands and feet to jack off their erections. Every inch of her was being used solely for these men's lust. Rather than scream for help, Lyfillia was moaning loudly and gyrating her body. So many men had used her that even as she was fucked her her holes dripped with semen. Their desire was endless, and she eagerly took it.

The goddess could feel herself cruising to another orgasm. Every nerve on her battered body lit up with pleasure. Even the men using her breasts, hands, and feet felt like bliss to her. All the outrage and pride she had felt before, she ignored. It wouldn't do her any good anyway. She couldn't escape. She just let the pleasure overwhelm her thoughts and turn her to mush. She was utterly broken. The man pounding into her face let out a guttural moan. As he ravaged her throat her spit and other men's semen basically acted as lube. Finally he slammed into her face as hard he could. His dick swelled in her esophagus and spewed his seed. As she had countless times already, she swallowed it. It was piping hot and thick, adding to the sea of it already in her stomach. The man ground against her face, rubbing his hair and sweat on her. As his orgasm began to subside, he pulled himself out. His last few squirts filled her mouth and covered her lips, causing her to choke. The man at her breasts gripped her mounds tightly, squeezing them with all of his might. He slammed his hips a few more times before stabbing the head of his dick through her cleavage. An unnaturally huge gush of semen splattered against her face, covering it in even more thick ropes of seed. The two men pumping into her ass and pussy both cried out in guttural pleasure. They buried themselves deep into her and gushed, quickly overflowing her insides that were already full from the other men's semen. The men at her hands and feet also reached their peak, more eruptions of jizz flying out and soaking her.

Lyfillia screamed as her entire body quivered with another powerful orgasm. As the warm cascades of seed rained down on her, stars exploded in her eyes. The overwhelming pleasure washed over her yet again. It made her forget, forget who she was, forget how much she hated men, forget how inferior she was to her sister, and forget all that pride she had. All she wanted was to drown in this mind-shattering orgasm. Nothing else mattered. The men all laughed at her as she flailed and gyrated, completely soaked in cum. The mighty goddess was just their plaything.

Haynes, his eyes as wide was they could be, turned towards Meia. The woman was as calm as she could be, as if this were just an average Tuesday for her.

"How..." the general began. "How did this happen? How is this real? This is... this is impossible!"

Meia stared at him for a few moments, looking a little incredulous. "General Haynes, do you know why people choose to follow dark gods?"

"No...?"

"Because dark gods don't follow rules. They MAKE the rules. They bend them. They break them. They invent new ones. They are not bound by a set of morals or laws invented in bygone times by people who are long dead. It's why light gods have such a hard time defeating dark ones. Light gods have laws and principles they will refuse to violate. Dark gods are under no such constraints and will change strategies, tactics, and sides at the drop of a hat. My sister and I were forced to work in Zophiel's system. The best we could hope for is independence and financial stability. We want more than that. We want riches, servants, great houses, and fantastic luxuries. We're not nobles or daughters of rich parents so that wasn't going to happen. That was what Zophiel knew was "right." Now? Now we will be rewarded for our loyalty to Dotan with everything we could ever want. We don't want to be free. We want to live in a golden cage with unending pleasures. The rules, the morals, the laws, all of that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what was possible." Meia motioned towards Lyfillia, still moaning like a whore while surrounded by the horny men. "This is what dark gods... this what Dotan can do. He makes the impossible possible. Just like he can do for you."

Haynes stared at her bright blue eyes, his heart pounding in his ears. Thoughts he knew that he shouldn't have, things he knew he shouldn't want, and desires he had suppressed were all bubbling up inside of him. Through Meia, Dotan was pulling the strings on a general who had long given up on his life.

Dotan stood on a balcony outside, overlooking all the chaos below. He watched the women being abused with no sympathy. If anything he looked bored. From behind him emerged Leia, pulling the chains of two women. The red-headed and blonde-headed demigoddesses were dragged forward, the magic-suppressing collars still around their necks. They were pulled to the edge of the balcony, where they both looked down. Each of them was horrified by the sight of all the women, including Lyfillia, being used and abused. The enslaved were nothing more than holes for the soldier's pleasure.

"This," Dotan began, holding out his hand. "is the fate of those that oppose me. Should anyone attempt to defy, escape, or conspire they will find themselves just like these slaves down here. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Both of the demigoddesses quickly nodded, looking as if they were going to throw up. Dotan walked over to the blonde one. He grabbed her collar and lifted her up into the air, close to his face. She was completely pale and was sweating.

"You actually struck me, unlike your redheaded friend," the dark god said in a low voice. The redheaded demigoddess surrendered after one attack. The blonde one needed a beat-down first. In Dotan's book, that warranted a tighter leash. "Perhaps you should be punished for your extra defiance?"

"N-no my lord!" she said, her voice shaking. "I've learned my lesson! Please! I'll never do anything bad ever again!"

Dotan narrowed his eyes, his amber irises glowing in her face.

"Leia," the god began. "what is the name of General Haynes's daughter?"

"Sophie, my lord," his servant replied.

Dotan turned back to the blonde demigoddess. "You're name is now Sophie-Anne, and you're going to serve General Haynes's needs, ALL of them. He has to be brought over to our side, and should you fail me..." Dotan jerked her over the balcony, causing her to gasp. The new Sophie-Anne got an eyeful of Lyfillia with her ass up in the air, squirting a huge load of semen out of her anus.

"I won't! I won't fail you my lord! I swear!" the blonde screamed. Dotan tossed her back onto the balcony, causing her to land in a heap. He looked at her like she was bug that needed to be squashed. The red-headed demigoddess looked on with terror, knowing that could easily be her.

"Take them away," Dotan said, sounding bored again. Leia grabbed each of their chains and began dragging them back through the doors. "Leia, make sure our new Sophie-Anne is ready for our dear general."

"Yes my lord!" Leia replied. Dotan sighed. Thank goodness those two sisters were raised right. The god would have hated to have to micromanage every single woman in the damn country. His eyes went to the gates of the castle. He saw Haynes and Meia standing there. They were talking to each other and the general appeared completely shocked... but he wasn't shouting or raving. He looked like he was considering something. Dotan paused for a moment, and then instantly bolted off the balcony and through the gates in the blink of an eye.

Haynes jumped and turned around. There was a gust of wind and the sound of something stopping. Dotan was standing over him, his amber eyes glowing.

"What do you think general?" the god asked. "Things look a little different now?"

"Lyfillia...!" the general tried to say.

"Is defeated," the god finished. "She's no longer a problem. Zophiel is imprisoned and will not be released unless I allow it. I am not just an ordinary god, I am a POWERFUL god like my grandfather before me. I can reward you as you should be for your loyal service. I can give you a real army, a real life, and a real future. Your daughter will be at your side and your legacy will be secure."

"Wh-what are you saying?" the general asked.

"Your daughter will belong to you in any way you see fit."

Haynes began to sweat. "That's not... what are you even...?"

"Why don't you sleep on it?" Dotan finally said. "We've prepared a... quiet room for you. There's nothing else you can do about tonight. Just get some rest. Meia?"

"Right this way general," the platinum-blonde woman said. Completely numb, General Haynes followed her. Dotan watched them walk away. Everything Haynes thought was true had been turned on its head. All he needed was a little push to accept he could have whatever he wanted. It was fortunate for the dark god that the man had an opening where his daughter was concerned. Just a little more and...

Lyfillia let out another shrieking moan. Dotan briefly turned towards the chaos, annoyed.

"Filthy whore," he spat.

*

General Haynes was led to a nice guest room with a lit fireplace. The moment the door closed behind him he sat on a chair and held his head in his hands. His mind was spinning in circles. This morning everything made sense and his duty was clear. By nightfall everything had changed completely. Lyfillia was being used as a whore. Zophiel was nowhere to be seen. His goddess was about to betray him, but this cruel dark god wanted to save him. None of this made sense. He half expected to wake up at any moment, but it wasn't happening. Dotan had seemingly seized all power for himself and was bending the world to his whims. What else could he do? If he could make the impossible a reality...

General Haynes rapidly rattled his head around. No! He had to stop! These thoughts, these desires... they were wrong! His daughter Sophie was a wonderful girl. She resembled her mother in virtually every way. It was the last piece of his wife and himself in this world. If the army disappeared it would be the only thing that was left... and she was going to be thrown away like garbage. If Haynes's legacy could continue, if he could have a way to secure his future, then his life wouldn't be wasted. Dotan promised him a great army. Dotan promised him that his blood would continue in this world and not be thrown away. His daughter was so beautiful...

"No! No!" Haynes cried, striking his forehead with his palm. "This is wrong! You know it's wrong! Stop!"

*

Outside the room Leia had her ear to the door. She grinned a little at the sound of the general's frustrations. Dotan had placed the hooks in Haynes's mind, and now the two sisters had to reel him in. The general was almost there. Leia turned to see Sophie-Anne standing nearby holding a tray of food and drink, looking suitably terrified. That fear was good. It would motivate her to try her hardest.

"General Haynes is toying with the idea of joining us," Leia whispered to the demigoddess. "Push him over the edge and we won't throw you to the wolves, got it?"

"Yes my lady," Sophie-Anne said demurely.

"Do what we taught you and you'll be safe. Fail us and it's all over." Leia reached up to demigoddess's collar and undid the chain attached to it. "Now go. I'll be listening." The platinum-blonde sister opened the door. Sophie-Anne took a deep breath and walked inside. The door then slammed behind her. It was do or die.

General Haynes lifted his head. A blonde woman with a collar entered, carrying a tray of food. He was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected any visitors at all.

"Your dinner, sir," Sophie-Anne said politely.

"Thank you," the general said absentmindedly, gazing back down to the floor. He didn't engage with her at all. The demigoddess laid the tray on the table. She wasn't done yet.

"I will be your servant while you stay here," the woman continued. "I will attend to all of your needs."

"I don't need anything right now," Haynes replied without looking at her. "You may leave."

Sophie-Anne quickly darted her eyes around the room. Think. Think! There had to be something she could do! She gazed at the fire lit in the room. Without it the room was almost pitch black. You wouldn't be able to make out faces... although you could probably see hair color and eyes. An idea struck her. The demigoddess picked up the cup from the tray and went over to the fire. She quickly splashed the contents of it and put the flames out. Haynes lifted his head at the sound of the sizzling. It was now incredibly dark in the room.

"What are you...?" he began.

"I can service your every need, sir," the woman said, stepping closer to him. "Whatever it is, no matter what it is."

"I don't know what you..."

"My name is Sophie-Anne."

The general froze, his eyes glued to the figure in front of him. All he could make out was her blonde hair and her blue eyes.

"You can call me Sophie if like," the demigoddess said. "If that's what you... desire."

General Haynes lifted his hands. "That's not... I don't...!"

Sophie-Anne gently pushed his hands to the side. She sat on his lap, causing him to stiffen. She put her hands on his shoulders and her face next to his ear.

"I can call you daddy if you want," she whispered. Haynes trembled a moment and gasped. She could feel his heart beat against his chest. "Would you like that? I'll be Sophie for you."

"No... no...!" Haynes said weakly.

"We're alone in here," Sophie-Anne whispered. "No one will see. No one has to know. You can let go."

Haynes was still for a few more moments. Then he raised his hands and grabbed onto her back.

"Sophie!" he said breathlessly.

"Daddy," she whispered back. She then brought her mouth to his and pressed their lips together. Their tongues danced together as the general gave up. His hands crawled over her back as their muscles coiled. The demigoddess felt a wave of relief, but her work was just beginning. She had to make sure he had a good time. She separated their mouths, each of them panting.

"Enjoy me to your heart's content," she said. "Daddy." The word made the general shudder again. Sophie-Anne reached for her blouse and undid the strings. She pulled it down off her chest to reveal she had no underwear on. Her breasts were exposed in the dark room. Haynes quickly leaned down to one of them, taking one of the nipples in his mouth. The demigoddess let out a little gasp of pleasure at the sensation, driving Haynes a little wild. It had been so long since he had been with a woman that he couldn't even recall what it was like. To feel her soft nub in his mouth was already heaven. As he sucked on the peak, it hardened and Sophie-Anne began panting, enjoying it. The general let it go with a pop and went to the other. The demigoddess let out a slight moan at the new sensation. She began grinding her hips back and forth on his waist. Slowly she felt something hard poke through the fabric. Haynes was incredibly aroused, more than he thought was possible at his age.

"Do you want me to make you feel good daddy?" Sophie-Anne whispered. The general released her nipple from his mouth.

"God yes, Sophie," he replied in a heady voice. The demigoddess slithered down his body until she was on her knees in front of him. In the dark, she fumbled with the buckle of his belt for a few moments before getting it right. She pulled his pants down and his erection popped free. It was tall and throbbing, showing just how aroused he was. Just the idea that this was his daughter... it drove him wild

The other Sophie leaned forward and extended her tongue. She ran it up and down his length, letting him feel her supple muscle. Haynes instantly moaned. It was the softest thing his dick had felt in ages. She licked across his entire shaft, tasting his sweat in the process. Those two twisted sisters told her to learn to love that taste, but she pushed that thought to the back of her mind. Once suitably coated she went to the bulbous head while her hand wrapped around the length. As he tongue swiped across the tip, her fingers began pumping. Haynes let out a groan and gripped her blonde hair. She was good at this! Little did he know that she only had a day of training on it. When the glans were suitably teased, Sophie-Anne opened her mouth and engulfed it. The general's legs twitched as his fingers dug into her scalp. Not even his wife would do things like this for him! The demigoddess began slowly bobbing her head back and forth, sucking as he went. Wet noises echoed around the dark room as Sophie-Anne sped up. Her mouth felt incredible, like a hot vice purposefully build to tantalize his shaft.

 

"Oh my god Sophie!" the general growled.

The replacement Sophie let out a happy noise as she pushed his shaft to the back of her throat. Haynes hissed through his teeth as he felt his dick being caressed by her esophagus. After a few moments in the heavenly vice, Sophie-Anne choked and pulled her mouth away. A large amount of saliva came splattering out and dripped onto the ground. The demigoddess took a few moments to cough. Her trainers would be incredibly angry that she could only hold it for such a short time. Sophie-Anne felt a little fear at the idea. Those two sisters were frighteningly sadistic. Fortunately, Haynes pet her head in gratitude.

"That was amazing Sophie," the general said in a low voice.

"I'm glad you're happy daddy," the demigoddess replied, still playing along. "I want to give you everything. Let's go to the bed."

Haynes gulped, but didn't say anything. Sophie-Anne took his hand and led him over to the bed. She laid down on it and he joined in beside her. She removed her remaining clothes, laying naked in the dark. She pulled Haynes over to her and pressed their lips together again. After a few moments, the general's hand began running along her body, feeling her soft flesh.

"Sophie... Sophie..." the general said in a low voice.

"Do whatever you want daddy, I belong to you," the demigoddess replied. Haynes's hand went between her legs to her slit. As his fingers brushed along it, he found that she was already growing wet. This made his dick throb even harder. She was getting wet FOR him. Getting aroused was something the wicked sisters had drilled into Sophie-Anne's head. Learn to enjoy it or at the very least think of something that would make you enjoy it. Fortunately, the demigoddess was highly motivated, was relieved that he wanted her, and was actually looking forward to having sex with him because of all that.

Haynes slipped a finger inside of her. Sophie-Anne let out a pleased groan. Her canal was hot, clearly enjoying his attention. The general began moving his finger in and out of her, her fluids coating it. Wanting more, Haynes stuck two of his digits inside, spreading them around. He could feel her shudder beside him, getting pleasure from him. Her own hand reached down to his wet shaft and began pumping it. She used her other hand to wrap around his head, resuming their kissing. The general's fingers continued kneading her insides. The more he worked, the wetter she became. Her juices began dripping down her thighs onto the bed. The wet noises from their hands echoed around. In the darkness all Haynes could hear were their kissing and petting, and all he could see was a blonde girl in front of him. In his mind, it was his daughter Sophie, wanting him more than anyone in the world. Haynes let out a groan against her mouth. His dick twitched in her hand, clearly eager for more. Sophie-Anne pulled her lips away from him.

"I'm ready for you daddy," she said in a low voice.

"You... you mean...?" Haynes said, unsure. Not wanting to let him think about it and change his mind, the demigoddess rolled over on top of him sitting on his crotch. She pumped his dick with her hands. Haynes could feel the heat of her pussy against it and his shaft throbbed in eagerness.

"I want you daddy," Sophie-Anne said. "I've always wanted you." She lifted herself up, moving herself over the tip of his dick. "Take every part of me. It's all yours." She then slowly began lowering herself. The head of his rod met her slick folds. Haynes didn't fight her, only breathing heavily, eager to have his first sex in many years. Her lower lips spread open as the head popped inside. Haynes gasped as he squirmed, enjoying the hot sensation of her flesh. She went lower and lower, slowly consuming him. Every inch deeper was a new feeling of intense ecstasy for the general. Sex with his wife was never this good! It was like she was made for this! All after only one day of training. Finally, their hips met. His entire shaft was inside of her. Her fleshy canal cavorted and vibrated as she flexed her inner muscles, teasing his whole length. Haynes let out gasps of surprise, having never felt anything like it.

"You're inside me daddy," she said. "You're inside the pussy you made."

Haynes let out a loud groan at the thought, his dick twitching with glee. The demigoddess felt a spark of joy inside of her as well. It was working! He loved this! She slowly began lifting herself. Her canal clung to him as she went upwards, sending sparks of pleasure across his rod. She kept going until only the head was inside of her, then she slammed back down. Plunging inside of her was like descending into a hot vice, her juices oozing around his dick and making it even more slick. She began building up a rhythm, her fluids pooling onto his crotch each time their flesh met. The sound of their fucking echoed inside Haynes's head. In the dark he saw her tight body and blonde hair as she bounced. It was driving him wild. He lifted his hands and seized her hips, now thrusting up to meet her. Sophie-Anne grabbed his hands and interlaced her fingers with his. They held their hands in front of them, and she used them as leverage. They slammed against each other, each feeling their own pleasure for differing reasons.

Sophie-Anne slammed down very hard and held it. She rotated her hips around and around, letting his dick feel every angle inside of her. Haynes continued thrusting while she did. Every inch of her flesh felt like heaven. She was so hot and wet he could barely stand it. This woman seemed made to have sex! It was more pleasure than he ever felt before. He never wanted it to stop. The demigoddess bit her lip as his pounding was growing more intense. She grinded around until she found the perfect spot inside of her. The more he hit it, the more the tingling and heat built up inside of her. Now that she was beginning to feel her own pleasure, she moaned along with him, tightening her grip on his hands. Haynes could feel her getting tighter and more desperate for him. This only drove him crazier. He released her hands and grabbed her sides. As he thrust upwards, he slammed her down onto him. Sophie-Anne put her hands on his chest and loudly groaned. Each time his shaft went inside a small gush of her fluids went along with it. As he pulled out it dripped down onto his balls.

"Oh god daddy!" Sophie-Anne cried. "It feels amazing! Right there! Fuck me right there!" Haynes let out a low growl and obeyed. He mercilessly slammed into her, more animal than man. He stabbed in the exact same spot over and over, Sophie-Anne's increasing shrieks egging him on. Her whole body began trembling as the waves of pleasure cascaded up her. She had found her bliss and decided to ride it. It was what her trainers taught her to do. It made a man feel wanted and skilled. Make it real. No matter the cost. The demigoddess quivered and gyrated her hips recklessly, trying to push herself over the edge. Finally, with one hard thrust, she hit it. Sophie-Anne screamed as her fluids flooded out of her. The tingling erupted into ecstasy and radiated out from the center of her body. Haynes watched as she trembled on top of him, alternating between moaning and gasping. Her canal tightened with each wave of her orgasm, milking his dick and making him grit his teeth. The sight of her and thinking it was his daughter enjoying his lust drove him mad. After what seemed like an eternity, Sophie-Anne stopped shaking. Haynes allowed her to catch her breath for a few moments, feeling her tremble against him. When the demigoddess regained her senses, she realized that Haynes was still inside of her, and he was staring at her. He wanted more.

"That was amazing daddy," Sophie-Anne said. "I want more. I want you to give me everything. Use me to feel good. It's all I want."

Haynes growled again. He pushed her onto hr back and resumed pounding inside of her with reckless abandon. He held her legs against his body for leverage as he thrust into her, reaching even deeper than before. Sophie-Anne resumed moaning, grinding her hips back and forth. Her inner muscles clenched and shuddered around his dick, making sure to increase his pleasure. Her pussy was practically sucking him, begging for his seed. He could hear her wet folds gush around him with every stroke, soaking into the bed sheets. If anyone had seen him only a few hours ago all they would see was an honorable general. Now he was fucking a woman he didn't even know, imagining it was his daughter. Dotan's ability to manipulate, twist, and contort people was truly impressive. The general reached down and gripped the demigoddess's breasts like he owned them. She gave him a grateful moan as he roughly fondled them. It was like she was a toy just for his enjoyment, and it had been so long since he enjoyed the company of a woman that he didn't even bother to think about the implications. His lust was out of control and Dotan didn't even have to drug him. The general's thrusts began to become chaotic and desperate. His orgasm, the first in a very long time, was billowing inside of him. It was going to be huge.

"I'm gonna cum!" he shouted. Sophie-Anne briefly paused. Demigods weren't fertile very often, actual gods even less so. Having a long lifespan really stretched out the time between fertile periods. However, the odds were never zero. Having this middle-aged human cum inside of her filled her with fear... but not nearly as much as Dotan and those two terrifying sisters did. A risk of pregnancy versus their wrath wasn't even a contest. Sophie-Anne reached up and grabbed his shoulders. She pulled him on top of her, wrapping her arms and locked her legs around him like they were a loving couple.

"Give me all of it daddy," she said in his ear. "I'm made for you. Fill me with the semen you made me with."

General Haynes growled and drilled her down into the sheets. The entire bed creaked and rocked as he mercilessly pounded into her, rapidly heading to a climax. Sophie-Ann clung to him tightly, meeting his movements. Haynes groaned louder and louder with each thrust. The demigoddess could feel his shaft swell and throb. She didn't stop grinding, not for a second. It was too late anyway. Finally, General Haynes bellowed and buried himself deep inside of her. He let out a long groan as his insides clenched and a huge gush of semen erupted into the woman beneath him. He weakly pumped his hips as pleasure he had been denied for so long washed over him. More seed than he thought he could ever have poured out. After only a few squirts he filled her canal and it overflowed, dribbling onto the bed. Sophie-Ann squeezed him tightly, her insides clenching rhythmically. Haynes gasped as she literally milked him, pulling as much as his seed out of him as she could. The blissful tingling washed over his entire body, making his mind white-out and his legs go numb. He erupted again and again, basking the orgasmic bliss and never wanting it to end. For moment he forgot everything. The loss of his army, his daughter being sent away, the shocking fall of his country, everything. He only wanted to drown in this feeling, this wonderful, hot orgasm. Eventually, however, his body finished. He collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath.

Sophie-Ann cuddled against him, her arms and legs gently rubbing him. She kissed his cheek before briefly licked his ear. The sisters told her what to say and now this was the moment to drive it all home.

"Imagine if I was really Sophie," she whispered into his ear. General Haynes tensed up and gasped. His mind finally crumbled. He wanted that. He NEEDED that. "It can be yours. All you have to do is follow Lord Dotan."

The general trembled again, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. He can't... he couldn't! Could it really happen? Not wanting him to think about it took much, Sophie-Ann grabbed his face and mashed their lips together. The general's brain went numb again as their tongues danced together. This woman was pulling him back in. She would drown him in pleasure until he submitted... although honestly he was already there.

*

Leia finally pulled her ear from the door. She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth. She supposed that would have to do. Sophie-Ann didn't do too bad for only a day of training. It also worked in her favor that General Haynes had no real experience and had been backed up for many years. Leia was kind of disappointed that she would probably have to treat the demigoddess better from now on. She did so enjoy putting these haughty women in their place.

"Oh well," Leia said, turning and marching down the hall. "I'm sure there will be plenty more." A sadistic smile came across her lips. Oh what fun her sister and her would have! Legions of girls that needed training and to be put in their place. Their dark god had absolute faith in their work and wouldn't hold them back. The amount of women they would have to grind into submission filled her with excitement. No more hiding, skulking, or worshiping in secret, they were finally out in the open. The dark god reigned!

"The days are looking up!" she said happily, a spring in her step. Even if she knew what terrors were about to come, her attitude wouldn't have changed. The next day would be Starminster's blackest, and she would enjoy every minute of it.

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