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Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Lasla – The Treasure Box, Grahata Harbor

“I serve Lord Kurtis,” the demon said as she glared in defiance at me, her shadowy whip in hand. “He tells me what to do.”

Anger burned inside of me. “All of his sex slaves answer to me!” I didn’t flinch from the whip in her hand, my body shifting with the soft roll of the Treasure Box. “I am the mistress of the slaves. Kneel!”

“Make me,” Beliala said, a smile playing on her lips.

Solja advanced. The troll stood large and hulking, his woody body ready to fight. Beliala raised her whip to threaten him. She had her attention focused on him. The troll studied her whip. The demon smiled as she stood there, ready to be a defiant bitch. I couldn’t let this continue.

I sent out a bit of desire to Stalker. The urge to defend me and attack Beliala.

“You do not want to taste my whip, Solja,” said Beliala. “You’re not one of Kurtis’s slaves. So why are you even here threatening us?”

He stopped, considering her words as Stalker advanced on silent paws. The panthopus knew how to hunt. An ambush predator, he closed the distance, his tentacles tensed and ready to strike. My heart leaped in my chest.

“You do not want to face the kiss of my whip,” added the demon, her wings spreading wide. “The pain it causes will last so long as I will it.”

Solja stared at her. He wasn’t under my command. He wasn’t loyal to me. Not like Stalker. Kurtis and my sister watched from the side. So did mother, her hands gripped tight. The rakshasas looked ready to pounce, too, but they had wary looks in their eyes.

They had tasted the demon’s whip before.

“Yes, you’re a smart troll,” continued Beliala. “You know that this is a mistake. Just go back to your sister and—”

Stalker’s tentacles seized Beliala from behind. She gasped as the panthopus gripped her wrists and ankles with his tentacles. She gasped in shock as he yanked her arms wide and pulled her feet out from beneath her. She landed on her knees. With her arms spread wide, she had no way to brace her fall. Her cheeks lapped into the deck.

Face down and ass up, she gasped in shock. I stepped on her head, pinning her to the deck as I thrust out my hand and conjured a flail out of gold, a manifestation of my power as the daughter of Las. I smiled as the sunlight gleamed on the metal.

“It is time you learned your place, Beliala,” I hissed, pushing my bare foot onto her cheek. “This is it. Right here. Kneeling before me. I am your Mistress. After Kurtis, you obey me!”

My brother nodded. He didn’t help. I loved that about him. He believed I could handle this on my own. A surge of delight shot through me as he watched on with pride. I smiled at him for a moment even as I ground my foot on the demon’s cheek.

“Am I your Mistress?” I demanded.

“I serve Lord Kurtis,” she moaned.

I swung the flail and struck her butt-cheeks. The flail cracked on her rump. She gasped in shock. Her body quivered as her rump reddened. Her wings flapped. She tried to lift her head, but Stalker held her arms out to the side. She had no leverage.

“Am I your Mistress?” I demanded again.

CRACK!

She hissed in pain as the golden flogger struck her rump again. Pain exploded across her ass. She squirmed there, her hips wiggling back and forth. I could feel the anger roiling through her. I had to break through her.

She hissed through her lips, her body struggling. Stalker held her, staring at me with such worship in his bestial eyes. I smiled at him as I drew back the flail again and slashed it down at the demon’s ass. The air whooshed.

CRACK!

She snarled in pain.

CRACK!

Her body bucked.

CRACK!

My pussy clenched. A wave of heat rushed through me. This was so exciting to do. I wiggled my hips from side to side, savoring doing this to her. Pussy cream dripped down my thighs. A big smile grew on my lips. This was so hot to do.

CRACK!

Her butt-cheeks clenched, her rump reddened.

“I can do this all day, bitch,” I snarled. “Am I your mistress?”

“I serve Lord—”

CRACK!

I loved the rush of heat that ran through me each time I cracked the flogger down on her body. It was such an exciting delight. I felt so wicked right now. This was just the thing I had to do to her. She deserved this. Absolutely and utterly.

CRACK!

She had to learn her place.

CRACK!

I ruled my brother’s harem.

CRACK!

Kurtis watched, his cock hard.

CRACK!

Pyrriah’s hair flickered with red lights as she nodded to me.

CRACK!

Mother Azuliana gripped the golden chains of her manacles.

CRACK!

I spotted Princess Lavhi writhing nearby with a dildo in her pussy, useless. I gave her a nudge.

CRACK!

She crawled across the deck and reached my brother. She opened his robe and swallowed his cock, sucking on him. My brother’s pleasures should always be considered. That was what made me the Mistress of his slaves.

“AM!” I roared.

CRACK!

“I!”
CRACK!

“YOUR!”
CRACK!

“MISTRESS?”

CRACK!

“No!” gasped the demon.

CRACK!

“The pain doesn’t stop until you say yes,” I purred, grinding my foot into her cheek.

CRACK!

“Lord Kurtis,” the demon moaned. She moved her head just enough to see him getting blown by Princess Lavhi.

CRACK!

“He isn’t going to save you,” I hissed.

CRACK!

“He’s given you to me. My brother loves me! If you think he’ll side with you over me?”

CRACK!

“Then you’re a fool, demon!”

CRACK!

“No, no, no,” the demon whimpered, her ass blazing red. “Please!”

“Please?” I demanded.

CRACK!

Anger rippled through me. “That’s how you address me?”

CRACK!

“P-please…” She quivered there, her ass so red. I raised the flail. “M-mistress.”

A hot rush swept through me as I let the flail dissolve away. I heard the demon breaking to my will. Pradu smiled at me, the former slave trainer squeezing her round tits as she stared at the demon’s red ass. My cunt clenched at my triumph.

I slid my foot off Beliala’s face and pushed my toes beneath her. “Kiss my foot if I am truly your Mistress, demon.”

“Y-yes, Mistress,” she moaned and turned her head. She kissed my foot.

“Solja,” I said, standing here, “thank you for coming to my aid. You deserve a reward. Why don’t you fuck me in the ass with that big dick.”

“Sure,” the troll said and ripped off the loincloth he wore. His massive cock hardened, with some nudging from me. I quivered as that thick, long pole swelled even bigger. A wave of heat rushed through me as he approached me. “I’ll gladly fuck your asshole.”

I glanced at my brother. He watched, his hands gripping Princess Lavhi’s black hair. The pleasure-slave bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down his cock and giving him such bliss. He smiled as Pyrriah groaned and snapped her fingers at Princess Naryu.

“Yes, Mistress Pyrriah,” the rakshasa moaned, darting over and dropping to her knees. “That was so hot. Ooh, that demon was a dumb bitch to challenge your sister, Mistress. She would fit right at home in the Ziggurat.”

Pyrriah shuddered as the rakshasa princess pounced, licking my sister’s pussy. I smiled as Solja moved behind me. I spread my legs apart and stared down at the demon still being held in place by Stalker. My wonderful panthopus was such a loyal pet.

I was so glad that I had tamed him.

Solja thrust his cock into my butt-crack. That massive shave nudged my butt-cheeks apart. I groaned at that as he found my asshole. He pushed against my anal ring. This wonderful heat swept through me. I quivered there, my body trembling.

He held my hips and pushed hard on my anal ring. I loved it so much. It was such a rush to have him pushing and pushing on my asshole. My backdoor stretched open wider and wider. My face contorted with the bliss of this moment.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Las’s big dick.”

“My brother’s bigger dick,” Tharaka cried as she watched, the orc fingering her cunt.

“Such a big dick,” I groaned as my anal ring swallowed the tip of Solja’s dick. “Yes!”

His hands swept around my body and engulfed my round breasts. His woody palms rubbed on my nipples, the rough texture sending delight shooting down to my cunt. But it was nothing compared to the heat burning in my asshole as that massive cock stretched me open.

I groaned, my eyes rolling up in the back of my head. I shuddered at how amazing it was. He grunted behind me as he pushed every inch of his cock into my bowels. He filled me up with that massive cock. I quivered, feeling like I was sailing the Astral Sea.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, squeezing my asshole down on his cock. I loved how thick he was. How big and amazing. “Oh, god, that’s incredible. Just amazing.”

He drew back. I quivered as my asshole clung to his dick. The heat melted to my cunt. I groaned at how amazing it felt. My nipples throbbed against his woody hands. He buried back into me. I trembled as that massive cock filled my bowels.

“Solja!” I moaned.

The troll grunted and drew back again. He fucked me. He thrust into me hard and fast. He didn’t hold back. I gasped as he buried his dick into my bowels again and again. He plowed into me hard and fast. I quivered there, loving what he did to me.

He thrust into my anal sheath. He sodomized me with that massive cock. I loved it as he pumped into me over and over again. He fucked me with such force. He plowed to the hilt in me again and again. It was an amazing rush to have his big dick fucking me like that. He plowed into my asshole with such force.

He buried into me again and again. I loved every second of it. I savored every second of his cock slamming into me. I loved it so much. My asshole gripped his dick. I held him tight as he buggered me with his massive dick.

“Solja!” I moaned, the heat rippling through me. “Oh, Solja, slam that big dick into my bowels! Oh, Gods, that’s good. Yes, yes, that’s so good!”

“Gewin’s mighty cock,” he growled, pumping away at my asshole. “Lady Lasla!”

“Yes, yes, keep fucking my asshole! I’m going to cum so hard on your big dick!”

My brother watched as his orgasm swelled in him. He fucked Princess Lavhi’s mouth hard and fast. He buried his cock down her throat. I loved watching him enjoy her as Solja fucked my asshole. My brother grinned at me.

I smiled back, my pussy cream dripping down my thighs. Solja fucked my asshole hard and fast. He drove his big dick to the hilt in my bowels. He fucked me with such force. I loved it. My bowels melted around his cock.

It was an incredible dick to enjoy. I loved it so much. I savored it as my brother threw back his head and erupted. He flooded Princess Lavhi’s mouth with his jizz. The pleasure-slave gulped down his jizz with hunger.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my orgasm building in me. Solja’s big dick fucking into the depths of my bowels stimulated me.

“Lady Lasla,” growled the troll, his heavy balls slapping into my taint.

I could feel the cum brimming in them. I loved that so much. He would have such a big burst of cum. Just a mighty blast of jizz. It was an incredible rush to have him fucking my asshole so hard. He buried into me again and again.

He massaged my nipples and tits as he fucked my asshole. He drove his dick deep into my bowels. The heat melted through my cunt. My orgasm swelled and swelled. I loved it. I squeezed my bowels. down on his dick, loving this so much.

“Gods damn,” I groaned, my body trembling as the pleasure swept through me. It was an incredible passion to have all that bliss shooting through me. I savored it as he fucked me hard. “Solja!”

“Lady Lasla!” he growled, burying his dick deep and hard into my bowels. He slammed to the hilt in me. “I’m going to cum!”

“Good,” I groaned, watching my brother now fucking Princess Lavhi in the asshole. He pounded her hard as Solja buried his cock to the hilt in my anal sheath.

My asshole gripped his dick. I held him tight, the pressure building in me. I swelled towards that wonderful bursting point. He buried his dick to the hilt in me. It was an incredible rush. He slammed deep and hard into my asshole.

I shuddered at how hot that felt. I whimpered, so close to bursting. He rubbed my nipples, the tingles shooting down to my pussy. My cunt drank in the heat from my asshole. That hard cock buried into my bowels, stretching me out to my limits.

“Las’s big dick!” I howled and came.

My asshole convulsed around his big dick. Waves of rapture swept through my body. I quivered there, my flesh spasming around him. He growled and drew back, my anal sheath massaging his massive, woody dick.

“Gods damn!” he growled and buried back to the hilt in me.

He erupted.

His cum fired into my asshole. It was an incredible rush to have his jizz pumping onto my bowels. It was an amazing delight. I savored the pleasure as he pumped over and over into my anal sheath. His cum flooded me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Oh, Gods, that’s good!”

He growled as he pumped more and more of his cum into my bowels. He filled me to the hilt with all his jizz. I shuddered there, loving every second of it. This heat blazed through me. I shuddered with such excitement from this moment.

“Solja!” I groaned as he filled me up with all that cum. “Oh, Solja!”

My pussy cream spilled hot down my thighs. I stared down at Beliala kneeling before me, held in place by Solja. Lust burned through the demon. She needed to cum. I loved that. So did Stalker. He was such a good panthopus.

Solja spurted a final time into me. He groaned then ripped his cock out of my asshole. I quivered there, filling so empty. All of his cum swam in my bowels. I trembled, my brother still fucking Princess Lavhi hard from behind.

“Release her, Stalker,” I said.

My panthopus let the demon go as I turned around. I bent over and grabbed my knees, my round boobs swaying back and forth. The cum trickled out of my asshole as I felt the demon’s lust quivering through her.

“Prove that I am your Mistress, demon,” I hissed. “Lick my asshole clean of Solja’s cum. Finger my cunt and clean my asshole!”

“Yes, Mistress,” whimpered the demon. “I will.”

She grabbed my butt-cheeks and spread them apart. Cum leaked out of my asshole and ran down my taint. Her face pressed into my crack as her tongue licked up that jizz. She gathered it up as she lapped to my asshole.

I shuddered as the demon swirled her tongue over my asshole, rimming me and collecting the jizz that ran out of me. It was such a hot delight to feel. I quivered here, my heart pounding in my chest as she licked at me.

She lapped with such hunger at my asshole. She swirled her tongue around my anal ring as her fingers found my pussy. She thrust a pair up into my cunt. I loved the feel of her sliding into my juicy depths as she lapped at my asshole.

“That’s it,” I groaned, quivering here. “Ooh, that’s just good. Don’t you stop doing that, demon!”

“Yes, Mistress,” she moaned into my asshole.

She swirled her tongue around my backdoor, gathering up the cum that leaked out. She swabbed over my anal ring before pushing against it. She wiggled past my sphincter into my bowels. I groaned as she scooped the cum out of my asshole.

My pussy clenched down on her fingers thrusting in and out of me as she did that. I loved the feel of her tongue darting into my bowels and gathering Solja’s cum. The demon licked that troll-jizz out of my bowels. It was an incredible rush.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, my face quivering with delight. “Oh, that’s incredible. That’s just amazing. Fuck, I love it! I love it so much!”

“Good,” she moaned, her tongue licking at my asshole. “I’m happy to serve you, Mistress!”

I loved those words. My pussy clamped down hard on her fingers, my orgasm swelling in me as her tongue wiggled deep into my bowels. She swirled around in me, driving me wild. It was such a wondrous treat to feel her in me like that.

To dominate this bitch.

She pumped her fingers in and out of my pussy as her tongue danced around in my asshole. I squeezed my butt-cheeks around her face as she probed into my bowels again and again, finding Solja’s cum. She licked out the troll’s jizz with hunger.

I felt her lust to please me. To pleasure and satiate me. It was an incredible delight to feel her surrender. Her desire. She devoured the cum out of my asshole as she fingered me. She thrust into my twat over and over again, churning me up.

It was just such a delight.

“That’s it, you nasty demon-whore!” I groaned. “Lick that cum out of my asshole! Ooh, you’re my bitch! My demon-cunt!”

“Yes, Mistress,” she moaned into my asshole.

I loved how she thrust a third finger into my pussy. I gasped as she stretched me out, the pleasure rippling through me. It was an incredible delight to have her churning me up like that. I rose towards my orgasm as she thrust her tongue into my asshole, searching for more cum in my bowels.

It was amazing. Rapturous.

I trembled there, everyone watching her feast on me. My round boobs jiggled as she danced her tongue around in my asshole. She had found all the cum in my bowels, but she kept licking me like a good sex slave. I trembled there, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Oh, you dirty demon-bitch,” I moaned. “Yes, yes, make me cum. Make me cum so hard!”

Her lusts rippled through her. She wanted to do that so much.

She thrust her three fingers into my cunt. She buried them deep into my twat. My cunt drank in the friction. My orgasm quivered, on the verge of bursting in me. I loved this. Her tongue wiggled about in my asshole. I threw back my head, my black hair dancing.

“You nasty demon-slut!” I gasped. “Yes!”

My orgasm burst in me.

My pussy convulsed around her fingers. I quivered there, loving the way that she pumped her digits in and out of my twat. It was this incredible rush. The pleasure swept through me. I loved every moment of the ecstasy burning through my body.

I groaned, stars dancing before my eyes as I gasped out in ecstasy. The demon’s tongue swirled around in my writhing asshole as my juices soaked her hand. My round tits bounced as the ship creaked around us. It was so wild. So amazing.

“Gods damn, yes!” I squealed.

“Mistress,” she moaned into my asshole.

I savored the bliss. The rapture drowned my thoughts. I shuddered here, savoring every moment of this passion. It was an incredible rush to share this pleasure with her. I was so glad to experience this moment. To have dominated the demon and put the bitch in her place.

All while my brother watched.

He fucked Princess Lavhi’s asshole as I quivered there. I squeezed my thighs, gripping them as I shuddered here. This was so wild. I felt so alive as my orgasm peaked in me. I sucked in breaths, breathing in the salty sea air.

What a delight to inhale.

I pulled from her and turned around, my body trembling as I faced her. She stared at me with this wild look in her eyes. I smiled as I looked around the crew. I had to find the perfect spot for her to… There it was.

I sauntered to the box, moving through the crew as they readied the ship to sail. I patted this crate here before crooking my finger to the demon. Beliala swallowed and rose. She hurried over to me, her wings folded about her.

“Y-yes, Mistress?” she asked, nervous. I could tell she had sensed my motivation.

“You don’t need to eat or sleep, yes?” I asked.

“No, Mistress,” Beliala answered.

“Good.” I pointed at the box. “You are to spend the rest of the voyage bent over this box. You will stay here and allow any man on the crew to fuck you. They can use any of your three holes that they want. If you move from this position, or tell them no, you will be punished. Is that clear, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said.

“Then why aren’t you bent over it?” I demanded.

She squeaked and bent over it. I smiled at that. Any of the men could use her. I glanced at Solja and winked at him as I nudged his lusts to fuck her in the pussy with his dirty dick. I shivered as he headed over.

My brother watched me. He nodded his approval. Warmth rushed through me.

I felt so giddy as the ship rocked beneath me. I noticed Stalker watching me. He had done so well, and his cock was out. He was horny. He needed to be rewarded for being such a good pet. I was so eager to give him pleasure.

I moved to him and petted his head. I scratched him between my ears. He licked his chops then lapped at my breast. He licked over my nub, sending a quiver of heat through me. It was an incredible delight to have him doing that. I shuddered as his tongue swept over my nub. I loved the feel of him licking at my tit.

“Mmm, you are such a good boy,” I groaned, feeling so good. I turned around and dropped to my knees before him. My round tits jiggled. I wiggled my hips at me. “You deserve my pussy, Stalker!”

He growled, a deep, feline rumple. His tentacles slid around my body. I quivered at their cool touch on my skin. He wrapped them around my boobs and squeezed them. He kneaded them as he mounted me.

His monstrous form draped over mine. His cock pressed into my bush. I quivered in delight, just so eager to have him fucking me with his dick. I shuddered at the hot kiss of his rod against my pussy lips. My cunt burned for him.

“Fuck me, Stalker!” I moaned.

He growled and thrust.

His cock buried to the hilt in my juicy snatch, his tentacles tightening about my boobs. He squeezed and massaged them as he filled me up. It was such a nice delight to have him gripping my boobs like this.

I loved the feeling as he drew back his cock. The spines on his dick now tickled my pussy walls. I shuddered at the amazing thrill that only my panthopus could give me. Only he had this wonderful dick that could make me feel so wonderful.

He thrust back into me. I gasped, squeezing my snatch down on his dick as he pulled back. The ticklish spines sent more pleasure rushing through me. I groaned, loving that so much. He panted, his tongue dripping saliva on my back.

“Stalker!” I whimpered. “Gods, that’s good!”

He fucked into my cunt again and again. He buried deep and hard into my snatch with his thick dick. His tentacles massaged my boobs as his cock teased my cunt. Pleasure rippled through me. I loved the delight as he fucked me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, Stalker, you’re such a wonderful pet. You’re just amazing!”

He growled and fucked me with his hard strokes. He buried into me again and again. He fucked into my twat with all his powerful strokes. I loved what he did to me. I savored how he pounded me with such force, the spines tickling me. Teasing me.

I groaned, my cunt clenching about him as I rocked beneath his hairless body. The monster fucked me hard. This wonderful creature pounded my pussy with such powerful strokes. The greatest creation of the Biomancer Vebrin.

As far as I was concerned.

He plowed deep and hard into my pussy. He fucked me with such force. I loved how he slammed into me. It was an incredible delight to have his big cock ramming into me. A monster didn’t fuck like a man. He held nothing back.

“Oh, Gods, yes, Stalker,” I moaned, my boobs jiggling in the embrace of his tentacles.

He growled.

“You love my pussy!” I moaned, feeling his pleasure building in him as his heavy balls slapped into my taint.

“How can he not?” my brother asked.

I grinned, feeling so triumphant.

I squeezed my cunt down around Stalker’s cock as he fucked me hard. The sails billowed overhead. We sailed from Grahata towards Kyizziania. I trembled, savoring that monstrous dick fucking me so hard.
My orgasm built and built with his every stroke. His every plunge into my pussy. I loved it. I quivered as he buried into me over and over again. It was an incredible rush to have his big dick plowing into me.

His tentacles slithered up my breasts and found my nipples. He rubbed them. I gasped as he flicked my nubs, playing with them as he fucked me hard. He buried his dick into my pussy. It was an incredible rush to have him fucking me this hard. This fast.

I squeezed my cunt down around his cock. His spines teased me.

My orgasm swelled and swelled. I trembled, so close to cumming. I squeezed my cunt down on him, giving him more pleasure. He growled and buried his cock to the hilt in my snatch. As he drew back, the spines caressed my twat.

I climaxed.

“Las’s big dick!” I squealed as my pussy went wild around his dick.

He buried back into my snatch and snarled as my flesh worshiped him. He erupted.

“Stalker! Stalker!” I moaned.

His cum pumped into my pussy. Spurt after spurt of his hot seed splashed against my cervix. It was an incredible rush. I loved it so much as he flooded me with all that passion. He spurted blast after blast of his cum into me.

“That’s it!” I whimpered, savoring all that cum flooding my pussy. It was just such a rush to have the monster cum in me. “Gods damn!”

He growled as he spurted blast after blast of his cum into my twat. My cunt writhed around his dick, milking out his monster’s jizz. He pumped more and more of that spunk into my snatch. I shuddered here, my entire body trembling.

My orgasm hit that wonderful peak as I wrung him dry. He emptied his nuts into my pussy. I quivered here, feeling so wonderfully full. I panted, a huge smile on my lips. I loved all this cum gushing into my snatch.

It was perfect.

Just what I needed.

I was so glad to have all that spunk in me. I felt so wonderfully full right now. Just dripping with all that delicious cum. A big smile spread on my lips. I could just float away. The wind billowing over the ship could carry me off to wondrous lands.

To the island where my daughters grew up without me.

I banished that thought. I would see them one day. After we had rescued our father. We would live in Drakin Castle, surrounded by our sex slaves. Our daughters would be raised in safety. I would teach them how to put Beliala in her place.

I smiled. That was a much better thought.

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Kurtis – Velnai Strait

Korvan fucked Beliala.
The demon had been bent over the crate for days like Lasla had ordered her. The one-eyed soldier grunted as he dumped his cum in her. I nodded in approval. Lasla had to dominate Beliala on her own. I couldn’t do it.

Lasla needed to have her authority come from herself. Not me.

“Lord Kurtis, we’re maybe two hours from Kyizziania,” Captain Telesi said. A ripple of fear shot through her.

“It will be okay,” I told her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“You should change.” She glanced to the waters ahead. “Warships will soon surround us. You should look impressive when that happens.”

“Right,” I said. “Beliala, clean yourself up. It’s time to get ready. We’re here.”

“Yes, Lord Kurtis,” she said and rose, cum pouring down her thighs. More had dried on her.

Oberoy fluttered down from the railing and landed. He looked out at the water while I headed into the cabins, followed by my sex slaves and sisters. We all had to change. To wear the expensive clothes that my sister had bought for me.

In my quarters. I stripped naked. Lasla came in and made sure that I wore my expensive, purple robes properly. The gold trim was ostentatious. She put a belt of woven gold around my waist that my tulwar hung from then slipped golden bracers over my wrists.

It was modest compared to what my sisters wore. Lasla wore a low-cut robe of red and Pyrriah of blue that made quite a splay with her fiery hair. My sisters draped themselves in jewelry. Necklaces, bracelets, earrings, rings. They glittered as they moved about the quarters, making sure they were all perfect.

We headed back on deck to see two black ships sailing toward us. My sex slaves started piling out from below deck. Nephi turned into a sphinx with a heavy broach dangling between her breasts. The rakshasas wore golden belts and serpent-like torcs on their arms while Diane had long necklaces of gold and silver that draped down to her belly. Mother wore a jewel-encrusted belt that went with her chastity belt and collar. Beliala had rubies and Lilica amethysts. The soldiers had changed into armor, breastplates polished to a gleam. Solja wore nothing but his loincloth while his sister had donned her armor, her bustier breastplate showing off her big breasts.

The black ships sailed closer and closer. Men lined the railing in black-lacquered armor. Soldiers. The vessels glided like shadows across the water. Wraiths coming to destroy us. I drew in a deep breath as the lead ship turned in the water and dropped sails, cutting us off. The treasure box did the same, the vessel slowing to a stop. The second ship sailed past and began a wide circle to come at us from behind.

“WHAT BUSINESS DO YOU HAVE IN SHIZHUTH’s WATERS!” bellowed from the enemy ship. A man stood on the railing in imposing armor, studying us. “YOU ARE NOT A KNOWN TRADING VESSEL WITH OUR MIGHTY NATION!”

Captain Telesi nodded to Foran. The young man moved to the bow of the ship and shouted back, “WE HAVE LORD AMBASSADOR KURTIS, DISPATCHED BY HER MAJESTY, ATHIRMI, RAKSHASA QUEEN OF NAITH, TO TREAT WITH SZIALIANITH, EMPRESS OF SHIZHUTH!”

I swallowed, waiting for the response. The other ship was now sailing towards us from behind. We were surrounded. Without Mother being able to turn into a dragon, what could we do if they attacked us? Fear clenched about my heart as I stood regal on the stern deck.

“FOLLOW!” roared from the other ship. The black vessel began unfurling her sails, catching the wind.

So did the Treasure Box.

Soon, our ship followed the Shizhuthian ship towards the city of Kyizziania. The second ship followed behind us. The coast past us by, jagged cliffs that rose high above us. A watchtower sat at the tip of a bluff jutting out into the strait. When we cleared it, the city came into view.

It followed the curve of the bay. On either side of the docks, long, stone walls were built out into the bay each ending on a tower manned by soldiers who stared at the ship as we passed between them. I glimpsed a massive chain that stretched between the two towers and vanished beneath the waters.

“Chain?” I asked Captain Telesi.

“They can close the harbor by pulling the chain taut,” she said. “No ship can leave or enter when that happens.”

“Ah,” I said, impressed by that.

The city had thick walls of dark stone around the bleak buildings. There was no color. No character. It was like Grahata but that place was merely dour. This city felt… oppressed. Like it was under a permanent shadow despite the sun shining bright overhead.

The hairs on my arms prickled as the black ship led us between the towers. Pilot craft rowed out from the docks, the warship led to the docks first while we waited in the harbor for our turn. Once the ship had tied up, the other floating behind us with a cadre of archers, the pilots led the Treasure Box to her berth.

As we approached the dock, a group of soldiers surrounding the man in the imposing armor assembled to greet us. I rolled my shoulders and moved towards the port side of the ship where the gangplank would be run out. The ship reached the dock where pale-skinned men waited to collect the ropes under the guise of a taskmaster with a large gut. Scars covered the backs of the longshoremen.

I steeled myself. Shizhuth would not be a pleasant place to visit.

“I’m am Warleader Azkuthan, the Shadowhand of Zianamilizzi, Istandar of Kyizziania,” the man barked. “You are Ambassador Kurtis.”

“I am,” I answered, staring at the shadowhand. Kneeling beside him was a pale-skinned lamia kneeling in a crouch, her black ears thrusting out of her matching tresses. They twitched. She wore a collar, the leash gripped in the warleader’s grip.

“He’s a shadowmancer,” Mother whispered. “Able to use the strange powers of the nagas. Your senses cannot be trusted here.”
I nodded.
“I will escort you to the Istandar and she will decide your fate, Ambassador,” the warleader growled, his voice booming behind his helm. He turned and marched down the peer, his pet lamia scurrying after. The soldiers stayed. On the docks, a group of black knights assembled with a spare mount he climbed into.

“Let’s do this,” I said and mounted Nephi like we planned.

She bore my wet well. Korvan led his three soldiers down then Diane danced her way down the docks. The soldiers and dockworkers alike stared at her in awe. She flowed to a piece of music only she could hear, her long necklaces swaying with her silvery hair. It was midday, but the moon shone across Kyizziania.

“Be strong and proud,” Mother said to me. “Don’t show a hint of fear. They’re snakes. They’re worse than tigers. They have no mercy. No concept of love. Reptiles care for nothing but themselves.”

I nodded.

“Be regal,” Lasla added. “Mmm, you are regal.”

“Yes, you are,” purred Pyrriah.

“Let’s impress these snakes,” Nephi said and shook her head. Her body shifted beneath me. I smiled, so ready to do just that. I was eager for it.

The gangplank was run out. “Let’s impress the nagas.”

I rode Nephi down, the rest of our entourage following, including Solja and his sister. Beliala took her position at the rear as our group headed up the dock, passing the soldiers. I rode with majesty as they stared at our strange group. Sphinx. Rakshasa. Demon. Panthopus. Troll. More. Throwia was right. We had to awe them.

And we weren’t even to the empress yet. We had to deal with the local noblewoman, Istandar Zianamilizzi first. Would she be a petty tyrant who would attempt to impede us out of sheer spite or to use us in some game in the Empire’s eternal politics?

I had to be careful.

The knights formed up around us with Warleader Azkuthan at the lead. His lamia lay crouched behind him on his horse, balancing on her feet. Her tail swished behind her as she held onto his shoulders.

The citizens of Kyizziania melted out of our way. They pressed into allies or against the sides of buildings to get clear. The knights all carried wicked war flails, heavy balls covered with fin-like blades that swung from chains attached to long handles.

One unfortunate man didn’t get clear fast enough. The knight casually slammed his weapon into the man’s head, crushing his skull and sending his corpse crashing into two more men. It was so… casual. No one objected. They accepted it.

Diane’s dance faltered. She came to a stop.

“I know,” I told her, soothing her with my power. “I’m here to protect you. Keep dancing.”

She glanced back at me, her violet eyes trembling. “Y-yes, Master.”

She danced again, but it took her a while to find her grace.

We wound through the city as we were taken towards a palace. It had many towers topped by onion-like domes that came to sharp points. They were painted in stripes of black and purple that spiraled up to the spires. The walls were made of a black, glossy stone of some sort that had a dull gleam to it. More soldiers stood before it in black armor with purple surcoats marked with two black snakes entwined about each other and facing each other with tongues out. Similar banners waved from high points of the palace.

Through the gates, we entered a courtyard where young women in diaphanous lilac approached, their naked bodies on full display. They were pale, their eyes downcast. They rushed to take the reigns of the knights’ horses, holding them while the men dismounted in a clatter of armor.

I slid off Nephi and nodded to her. She blurred into her human form and marched ahead of Diane to take her place with Korvan and his men. So far, we hadn’t been asked to surrender our weapons. A pair of slaves chained to the doors into the palace rose and pulled on their bonds.

They drew open the door of purple-painted wood with the entwined snakes. Inside was black marble polished to a gleam with columns draped in purple silk. It was dark in here, only a few lanterns gleaming as they hung from the walls. The knights led us into this darkness. I glanced back at my sisters. Pyrriah had a hard expression on her face while Lasla looked like a queen.

The forest of pillars led to another door with more slaves chained to it. They pulled the doors open onto a brightly lit room. It was smaller than the great hall, and full of men in robes of black or purple, more than a few with lamia slaves at their side. They were all gathered in little pockets talking, discussing.

Overlooking them was the Istandar on her throne.

Zianamilizzi stared at my party. My soldiers and Nephi melted out of the way. Diane joined them as I marched forward towards her. She was a gorgeous creature. She sat with her lower half coiled into a mound, her purple snake scales oiled to a gleam. Her hair fell in shimmering waves around her pale face, the same hue as her scales. And her eyes. Slitted like a serpent’s, she studied me. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, long and forked. Round breasts rose and fell as she breathed, both her nipples pierced by gold rings topped with emeralds.

As was her clit, her pussy slit surrounded by purple scales that transitioned into her human skin just above her vulva. The end of her tail flicked from side to side. Three lamias knelt around her throne, two with black hair and one with red. They all stared downward, cowed. Spiked collars encircled their throats.

“Ambassssador,” she hissed, her words sultry and rasping all at the same time. “And not a Naithan. Interesting.”

I pulled out the paperwork from my pocket. “Here is my writ from Queen Athirmi giving me the power to negotiate with your empress on behalf of Naith.”

A surge of lust shot through the naga. Not for me or anyone else. It was the lust for power. For ambition. For the throne of Shizhuth.

“Bring it,” she hissed.

One of the black-haired lamias darted forward, her chain playing out. She had more than enough to reach me. She took the paper and scampered back. She knelt before the throne and unfurled it, holding it up for the naga to read.

Zianamilizzi had arms and hands, but she didn’t take it. She leaned forward and perused it. Her eyes flicked through the words before she leaned back. She flicked her tongue out and stared at me. A hunger stirred in her depths.

Something dark and terrible.

Ambition. She would use me against the empress. I could see it already. She calculated how to use me. Her lusts shifted as they flicked to my women. To Diane. Her head cocked to the side as she studied my moon maiden.

Her tail flicked faster and faster. I had to do something. I had to stop her from thinking these thoughts. From debating how best to use me and my women. I couldn’t let this ambitious istandar stop me from reaching my goal.

I stepped forward and bowed to her, saying, “I am humbly thankful that you will provide us an escort to the capital.”

“Escort?” she asked in amusement.

“The Empress will be impressed and grateful that our gifts have reached her whole and unspoiled.” I stared at the istandar in the eye, smiling at her.

She studied me now. A flicker of attraction swelled in her. “Just what are you saying?”

“That I would be ever so thankful for your august generosity in providing us an escort,” I said, swelling her lusts.

Amusement played in her eyes. “Just how thankful will you be?” Her tail uncoiled and reached out towards me. “Because it is a large boon you are asking. It is my right to take… tribute from visitors to my province.”

Her tail wrapped around my waist and pulled me towards her. My heart beat fast. I had to be very careful here. I reached out and touched her passions.

To be continued…

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