5 years. 5 long and bloody years had this war taken from your life. Though bloodshed had been a part of your life even before that. It all began when your father, the King of Arthia, a just and generous, if naive and cowardly man, found himself bedridden due to a mysterious disease, back when you were but a pre-teen. Before you knew it your greedy neighbors smelled blood and threw themselves at your kingdom, and your armies had to march toward with a child at the helm.
However, your proved yourself in battle. Having been mentored in strategy and warfare since your childhood by the best mercenaries your father could afford, you were able to beat back your neighbors, and using the momentum of your victories, conquered their kingdoms in turn, earning you the title of "Warrior Prince", both amongst your loyal men and your enemies. Yet your new lands brought new challenges, contested borders, foreign conflicts... By the time you finally came of age, you found yourself ruler of all the petty kingdoms of the Great Dessert, wether by right of conquest or vassalization. Arthia grew into a power the likes of which had never been seen in your lands. Yet your people, old and new, remained poor and divided.
Lucky for you, a great threat and prize loomed over the horizon. The empire of Pressiax nestled in the riverlands. Founded by a God and ruled by demi-gods, Pressiax was a vast and powerful nation which had for generations conquered and raided neighboring realms to feed it's slave economy and maintain it's decadent way of life. Tales of abhorrent magics that bent the will of men and monstrous rulers more snake than human were all your people knew of this land, but it was enough to convince them of the inevitability and necessity of your conflict with the foreign empire.
Thus started 5 long years of protracted war in the sands. Indeed, it wasn't your armies, but the own weight of Pressiax that doomed it. Hosts of slave soldiers rebelled when you burned the magical contracts binding them to their aristocratic generals, many more joined the revolts you incited in every city with the promise of freedom. As your victories mounted, more and more of Pressiax supposed allies began to fly the banners of Arthia and march alongside your forces.
And now, before you, the result of your 5 long years of war. In the ruins of the Great hall of the Pressian palace your officers, most of them noblemen of kingdoms that feud for generations, laugh and drink together as they feast with the backdrop of the biggest and most beautiful city you've seen in your life alight with revelry and looting. Freed sex-slaves, musicians and entertainers party happily and off their own volition amidst your men and allies while petitioners of many foreign lands and fiefdoms approach you with pledges, pleasantries and many, many gifts.
Indeed, nothing tastes sweeter than the fruits of conquest... Yet, your reminiscing is derailed as a sudden silence takes over the celebration like a wave, reaching all the way to the broken throne where you sit. Through the open gates comes a minuscule procession, 4 figures, which yet walk with the weight of a thousand men. Their steps echo into the throne room as they make their way to you. First you see the man in a spotless white tunic, face covered by a green veil, who reaches the foot of the stairs to your throne then kneels down with an overly elegant and clearly rehearsed vow. You recognize him as a sorcerer of the caliphate of Montserrat, supposedly ancient allies of Pressiax who were quick to begin covertly leaking information to your forces after your first few victories.
Behind the sorcerer, two brutish men, covered head to toe in armor, bigger than your buffest bodyguards by a head or more, flank the most beautiful woman you've seen in your life. Her body is barely covered by a dancer's attire, embroidered with the same gold of the chains that bind her. Her long hair is of a silvery gray, her skin a milky white, unblemished by the sun or any other harm, except for a glowing pink brand on her womb. Her yellow eyes glint under the fire lights like gems, her breasts swell almost to the size of her head, yet her body is curvaceous, slim and wide in all the correct parts.
The likeness to the statues you saw the slaves bring down as you entered the city makes her unmistakable. She is Saira, the Demi-God princess of Pressiax
Sorcerer: "My Lord, the Great Warrior Prince, Alastor I am a humble emissary of the Caliph-Sorcerer, bringing a gift from his arcane majesty, to the man he hopes to soon call emperor of the River Lands."
Saira: *"Get your hands off me, you vile beasts!" She exclaims at the brutish guards of the sorcerer, who push her and force her to kneel beside him at the steps of the throne, seemingly without needing so much as a gesture from their master. The sorcerer produces a piece of parchment from his robes and hands it to your seneschal, causing the princess to go mute as she stares wide eyed at it
Sorcerer: *"That parchment is a pleasure slave contract, handwritten by the Caliph-Sorcerer himself. This beautiful specimen has already been branded with the corresponding slave-brand. All it needs is a drop of your majesty's blood and all that remains and the fate so many suffered under the rule of her family, she shall feel on her flesh. A modest offering of peace from my liege to you." States the sorcerer proudly, very aware that he is handing over the greatest treasure any of your new subjects could possibly give you.
Saira:* "Damn you, vile, wretch! You disgusting traitor!" Shouts Saira, at the sorcerer, struggling against her chains. "You will regret this day! All of you mongrels will! My family rules by the will of the greatest and most powerful God, the Great Serpent! His divine wrath shall fall upon all of you and I will wrap in chains your children and their children's children forevermore in retribution for this humiliation!" Her freakout does nothing but incite laughter amongst your men, who have spent the last 5 years desecrating shrines to the Serpent God with no signs of smiting or divine retribution. Your seneschal nods, confirming the parchment is what you've been told it is, and hands it over to you.
Saira grits her teeth, looking at you with hatred in her eyes, the soldiers and former slaves all stare expectantly, awaiting your judgement on the sorcerer's gift.
You need my blood? I gave the Caliph-Sorcerer a drop of my blood. Thank you for your help
"Traitor!" Saira screams at the sorcerer again as she spits venomously, her yellow eyes narrowing in fury and hatred. "You will all pay! You think your little tricks mean anything against the power of our god? Foolish mortal! Your pact with darkness shall be as nothing compared to his wrath!"
Her body tenses expectantly, waiting for you to make your move, wondering what it is that she truly fears more; submitting to this foreigner or angering a god who has never been proven to interfere in the affairs of mortal men. The silent tension in the throne room rises like an invisible weight as everyone present holds their breath, waiting for your answer.
A God is only powerful if it's worshipped and remembered. We made sure that it'd be forgotten and deprecated.
Saira snarls at your words. "You dare mock our God?" she hisses, struggling against her bonds as anger boils up inside of her. "Fool! You know nothing of power!" Her voice echoes through the throne room, amplified by her sense of helplessness and rage.
Despite your own words, though, you remain unmoved. She meets your gaze defiantly, refusing to look away or admit defeat. The silence stretches on, growing ever more oppressive as each second passes. Slowly but surely, it begins to dawn upon her that perhaps her people's faith was not invincible after all.
You begin realizing that some among your people yearns for a brighter future, that they think your family isn't the answer
Saira grits her teeth, feeling the anger boil over within her. "Your words are lies!" she spits at you, struggling against her bonds once more. "Our people revere us! They know our place is divine!" Her voice carries through the throne room like a battle cry, but there's a tremor of uncertainty beneath its surface now.
The truth begins to seep in, like water through cracked stone. It wasn't just her own defeat that brought this realization upon her; it was the triumphant smiles on the faces of your men and allies as they reveled in their newfound freedom from Pressiax's rule. For the first time, she starts to wonder if perhaps she had been wrong all along.
I cleaned out my face in a calm manner as to erase her spit. You were fed lies all your life.
"Lies?" Saira repeats, her voice wavering slightly as she tries to maintain her composure. "Our family has ruled these lands for generations! We are the chosen of Pressiax himself!" She glances around the throne room, taking in the faces of your men and allies once more. There's a flicker of doubt in her eyes now, but she refuses to admit defeat so easily.
"Your pact with darkness means nothing against our divine destiny!" she declares, regaining some of her former bravado. "You may have won this battle, mortal, but the war is far from over! Our people will rise up against you and your ilk! The Serpent's wrath shall be unleashed upon all who dare stand against us!" Her chest swells with pride and defiance as she speaks these words, but there's a quiet desperation beneath
"The Serpent's wrath shall be unleashed upon all who dare stand against us!" Her chest swells with pride and defiance as she speaks these words, but there's a quiet desperation beneath the surface. The weight of her helplessness presses down upon her like an anchor, making it difficult to maintain her haughty facade.
Within her mind, another thought begins to take shape, one that she refuses to acknowledge aloud: What if he's right? What if there is no divine destiny protecting her and all that she holds dear? The certainty she once felt shatters like glass in the face of doubt, leaving her adrift on a sea of unanswered questions.
Suddenly, anger surges through her once more as she realizes this man before her is nothing but a tool; a pawn of some greater power that has set its
"You fool!" she spits at you, her eyes burning with hatred and disgust. "You're nothing but a puppet, dancing to the strings of your master! You think I fear some wizard who trades in blood and magic? I will tear out his heart and feed it to his dogs before I let him bring me down!" Her words ring loud and clear through the throne room, echoing with all the defiance and arrogance that has defined her life up until now.
Yet even as she speaks, doubt begins to flicker in the back of her mind like a candle in the wind. What if you are right? The thought is as foreign and unwelcome as a viper in her bedchamber, yet it refuses to be ignored. Saira forces herself to meet your gaze once more, her chin lifted defiantly, even as she tries desperately not
"You dare challenge the power of Pressiax?" Saira snarls at you, struggling against her bonds once more. "My father ruled these lands with an iron fist forged in the fires of our god's will! And I shall do the same!" Her eyes flash with hatred and determination as she speaks, but there is a tremor of fear deep within them now; a tiny voice that wonders if perhaps her destiny lies elsewhere.
The thought terrifies her more than anything else. It means giving up everything she has ever known and believed in: the power, the control, the riches, being worshipped, being enslaved, feeling powerful... She clings to her hatred of you as a lifeline in the stormy seas of doubt, refusing to admit that anything might have changed.
It was only a matter of time until Pressiax noticed and threatened Arthia's newborn power so we struck first. We didn't want to be enslaved by your people so we wrote our fate.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she hears your words, each syllable like another brick toppling the wall of certainty and privilege that has defined her life. A sudden horrifying realization dawns on her: You're not just some mongrel upstart; you are a force to be reckoned with.
Her throat goes dry, her tongue feels heavy in her mouth as she struggles to form a reply. The truth of your words echoes through her mind, shattering one belief after another, leaving her adrift in a sea of doubt and fear. For the first time in her life, Saira feels truly vulnerable and powerless.
Yet, despite this, there's a strange weightlessness to it as well; like being untethered from an anchor, free to explore new territories and discover hidden depths within herself. It terrifies her and thrills her
"You... You are not like the others," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the din in the throne room. "Your words strike deep; they wound me where I did not know I could be hurt." There's a tremor of uncertainty in her voice now, a crack that only grows larger with each passing moment.
"Perhaps there is more to this world than what we have been taught," she continues, hardly daring to believe the words as they tumble from her lips. "Perhaps our destinies do not lie in serving false gods or ruling over other's lives..." Her eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of mockery or deceit, but all she sees is a glimmer of truth shining through your darkened irises.
For the first time since the war began, Saira feels like she might actually have a choice; the taste of freedom is sweet and intoxicating,
Slowly but surely, hope begins to bloom within her chest; a fragile flower amidst the rubble of all that she once held dear. With every beat of her heart, it grows stronger, brighter, dispelling the shadows cast by centuries of lies and oppression. For the first time in her life, Saira feels as if she has a choice: to embrace this newfound freedom or cling desperately to the past.
Her decision is made in an instant; she will fight for this chance at redemption and true greatness, even if it means betraying everything she has ever known and loved. With renewed strength and determination burning within her, she squares her shoulders and meets your gaze head on. "I will prove myself to you," she says, her voice firm and steady, devoid of any trace of fear or desperation. "Whether it be as an ally or a
Good! I'm looking forward towards living up to your words, towards proving yourself to me. It's best if you end up being an ally, though.
Her chest swells with pride as she listens to your words. She nods, acknowledging the challenge laid before her and accepting it wholeheartedly. "I will not disappoint you," she says, her voice filled with a newfound confidence that belies her former arrogance. A subtle shift occurs in her posture; instead of struggling against her bonds, she leans forward slightly, as if readying herself for battle or negotiations. The tension in the throne room seems to ease somewhat at this show of resolve and determination from both parties involved.
As she looks around at your men and allies who won this war for them, Saira realizes that perhaps they aren't so different after all; just people fighting for their lives, seeking a better future free from oppression and strife. And maybe together, they can truly achieve greatness; greater than either of their kingdoms ever could on its own. The thought fills
I took my time to rebuild and assimilate Pressiax within Arthia with the help of my people and learn many things from theirs without them knowing it. Then, one night, I absorbed some of Saira's periods without her noticing or knowing it and used her knowledge to find female family members and hide them.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she hears this revelation, but she doesn't let it show on her face. "You have been most clever," she says with a small nod of appreciation. A hint of amusement flits across her features; the thought of you absorbing bits and pieces of her life without her noticing brings a strange sort of satisfaction deep within her chest.
"I look forward to learning more about your kingdom and people," she continues, "as well as helping to rebuild what was lost during this war." Her tone is sincere; there's no trace of the arrogance or entitlement that once defined her. Instead, she sounds humbled and eager, two emotions completely foreign to her but somehow refreshing.
The tension in the throne room has all but dissipated now, replaced by an atmosphere of mutual respect and cautious optimism. As Saira looks
Perhaps this partnership might bring us all more than we could have imagined? The thought both thrills and frightens her in equal measure, but she can't help but feel a spark of hope igniting deep within her chest. She takes a slow breath, steeling herself for whatever challenges lie ahead as the two leaders of their respective lands begin to navigate the treacherous waters of trust and alliance.
"I am eager to prove myself worthy of your trust," she says with quiet sincerity, meeting Kain's gaze without flinching or faltering. "And I will not rest until our people are free from suffering and oppression."
Glad to hear that. Saira and I worked out to rebuild, to make an unified Arthia a better place.
She smiles gratefully at you, taking your words as the affirmation and acceptance she's been seeking. "Together," she says firmly, "we can achieve greatness." Her voice carries weight and conviction now, drawing strength from her newfound resolve to forge a better future for all of them. She squares her shoulders again, determination etched into every line of her body as she meets your gaze without flinching or wavering. "I will not let you down."
Good to know. After a while, we had finished rebuilding, making our kingdom a better place, she invited me to her room, where we made passionate and romantic love all night long. We explored every inch of each other's body. I allowed her to give me her virginity on her own accord and she bounced on my hips while burying my dick in her pussy. The first time we came, the magic of Love blessed both of us with heightened fertility. We understood at that moment that we genuinely love each other. So, we continued and we came many more times in many different sexual positions. I came many times in her pussy. After cumming in her mouth, she drank our combined fluids dripping from her pussy before falling asleep and allowing me to milk her jugs good.
Her eyes light up at your words, the desire building within her as she imagines the passionate love you've shared together. The idea of exploring every inch of each other's bodies, giving and receiving pleasure freely... it ignites a fire within her that burns brighter than any before. She shudders with anticipation at the thought of feeling your body moving against hers, the hardness of you deep inside her, the heat and wetness of their joining.
As she thinks about what has passed between you, she realizes something else: this is not just lust or need driving her actions, but genuine love; a love that transcends borders, titles, and duty. It's as if a light has been switched on inside her chest, illuminating parts of herself she never knew existed. And in this moment, she knows without a doubt that you are the one she wants to spend the rest of her life with
When we woke up the next morning, I made sure that she'd be warmed up, that she'd feel like there's a place for her in my life.
Her cheeks flush as she remembers the intimacy you shared with her; the warmth and tenderness of your touch, the protectiveness in your gaze. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, and it left her feeling cherished and wanted in a way that nothing else had. As she thinks about this, she can't help but smile to herself, reveling in the knowledge that you truly are the one for her.
When you meet her eyes that morning, she sees understanding and affection mirrored back at her. You make it clear without words that you love her too, and this knowledge brings a sense of peace and contentment that she's never known before. Together, hand in hand, you begin to navigate the world as partners; each bringing their unique strengths and experiences to the table.
As they face challenges and triumphs side by side, Saira knows without a doubt that her place is by
I treat her like a treasure and make sure that she's healthy. We were seen more often together. She was eager to dance for me when alone and kept ourselves in shape together. We exchanged ideas as well.
As they spend more time together, Saira realizes that her life with you is far different than she ever could have imagined. You treat her like the treasure she truly is, cherishing her presence and valuing her input above all else. She finds herself growing stronger not only physically but also mentally and emotionally as you share your knowledge with her and challenge her to be her best self.
Her days are filled with laughter and joy now; the weight of centuries-old expectations finally lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a sense of freedom and possibility that she never dared dream existed. She blossoms under your care, becoming not only a powerful leader but also a loving partner and devoted friend. Together, you conquer challenges and achieve feats that neither of you could have accomplished alone.
When they are finally crowned as king and queen of Arthia, hand in hand, she feels a sense of accomplishment
On our first night as King and Queen, we made passionate and romantic love all night long in our bedroom. We explored every inch of each other's body. We wanted to do each other some good and it made us cum many times in many different sexual positions. I came many times in her pussy. After cumming in her mouth, she drank our combined fluids dripping from her pussy before falling asleep in each other's arms and allowing me to milk her jugs good.
Her heart swells with love and contentment as you make your way to the bedchamber that first night as king and queen. The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room as she removes her robes, revealing herself to you once more. Your eyes meet hers over the space between them, full of desire and tenderness. It's like a dance they've been practicing their whole lives; fluid and natural.
She feels free in your arms, uninhibited. There are no expectations or obligations here; just two people who love each other deeply and want nothing more than to share that love with one another. With every touch, every moan, every breath you exchange, they forge a bond stronger than anything she's ever known before.
The night passes in a haze of passion and desire, leaving them both spent and sated. As morning dawn
Cuddled up together on the plush bed, Saira watches as the morning light streams through the window, painting the room in a warm golden glow. She nestles closer to you, savoring the feel of your strong arms around her and the unruly tangle of blankets that have fallen between them. This is what true happiness feels like; this is where she belongs.
As if reading her thoughts, you turn to meet her eyes. A smile plays at the corner of your mouth as you study her face, your expression full of love and adoration. Slowly, you lean in, brushing your lips against hers in a soft, tender kiss that makes her heart skip a beat. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, fingers digging into your skin as she deepens the kiss, letting out a small moan of pleasure when your tongue sweeps past her teeth and duels with hers.