Lilith's Reverie

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INPUT: [QUERY] LILITH KHORD'HA, MAEHIRYM, PRINCIPIA PRIMA (XIX), GLIMMERING ERA, PRE-REFORMATION ILUMINA STAE'ADA, 450 YEARS AFTER DAY OF CURIOSITY, 16 DAYS BEFORE DISSOLUTION OF THE GLIMMER, #17M4N62JY8Q60AA

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Lilith rubs her eyes and inhales the salty ocean air.

From the sheer cliffed coast where she's standing, on the most isolated island in the Vivasaean Empire, she can hear the shrieks of seabirds and the roar of waves crashing far below.

Cold wind whips at the gossamer shawl wrapped around her head. It's barely a nuisance, but she uses the Gift anyway, nostrils flaring as she mentally commands the wind to ignore her. The air pressure on her skin drops to an optimal level, and the shawl relaxes comfortably on her shoulders again. The wind continues to race off the sea, yet it gives way around her.

After a moment, she smiles smugly, recognizing that lately she's been greedy, even petty, with her use of the Gift.

It's almost becoming a bad habit.

A dark eyebrow arches slightly - she can afford it for now. Lilith gazes up to the sky, and runs a hand over her brush cut hair.

I've been so good for you, Master, and for so long... haven't I earned some gloating over recent events?

No answer comes from the gray clouds above her.

No matter, she shrugs. Her Master's punishment for hubris may be stern, but it's also delicious. With a quick flush of arousal, her nipples start tightening and her mouth begins to water.

Fuck, my body is so much more responsive since being reborn

- another sign of His favor, she genuflects.

The last time she felt this eager, she was eighteen years old, lost in the haze of her sexual awakening. Lately, just thinking of her Father's fingertips gliding across her head was making her horny.

Some of His best lessons were the ones when I was on my knees.

Lilith knows it's self-indulgent and bratty, but she's wallowing in anticipation of all the scrumptious little things about to happen in her life. Four days ago, her gorgeous, godly Father fucked her into one of the most powerful people in the world.

So I can keep my sisters waiting for as. Long. As. I. Want.

She deserves to be proud, having blossomed into one of her Father's Maehirym, His innermost circle of genetically enhanced daughters, known for their superhuman abilities and occupying the highest breeding caste of the Khord'han Dynasty, with blood as pure as the mountain springs feeding the nearby waterfall.

And now, as of four days ago, she offers Him a consecrated womb. The pleasure of it makes her stand up straighter.

Now, they must accept that my womb is better than whatever's found between the legs of my sisters

in the Ilumina Stae'ada - the Emperor's secretive order of direct female offspring, the organization from which all the Maehirym rise. They are the ones most capable of bearing more children with pure Khord'han blood infused with His Gift.

She worships her Emperor Father - an immensely powerful, multi-dimensional being known as the Everspark. Lilith worships Him more than her mother and grandmothers did, for she is the latest result of consistent, ever-refining, cyclical breeding, each woman bearing her own sister, with the hope that each new child will possess greater potential with the Gift, so that it may be passed down further to strengthen the entire gene pool.

Lilith worships well. She's earned not just one, but two of the highest accolades in the Empire. She is also the new Principia Prima, the Sisterhood's spiritual leader and highest ranking member, on top of being Maehirym

- which basically makes me the Empress's peer

!

The world was slowly coming to realize that humans with Khord'han blood were smarter, faster, and stronger than others. Disease and sickness barely touched them. They were immediately known for their unnerving physical perfection, while also enjoying longer lifespans - most living to see their fifteenth decade.

Yet the greatest advantage of them all was the Everspark's genetic Gift, psionic abilities that opened new avenues of human knowledge, experience, and power. It was indisputable, the Khord'han Dynasty generated superior humans, and in the process made terms like race obsolete.

The Everspark's Gift made no impact whatsoever on His children's race (only their mother's race mattered during conception). He had decreed that any human, no matter their color or shape, was welcome to join their bloodline to the Khord'ha and take advantage of these genetic boons.

The Ilumina Stae'ada was created to manage the dissemination of the Emperor's Gift through the population, by being its sole conduit to the rest of humanity. They were created to be the fertile ground for their Emperor's divine seed, and the Sisterhood takes this task very seriously, even religiously.

And now, as Principia Prima, Lilith can invigorate her flock's simple piety, and transform it into vigorous, devout ambition burning at the center of their souls.

With no one else to see, she bites her bottom lip, as her now wet pussy clenches at the thought of having absolute authority over the other women of the sisterhood.

"By the light of my example, the faithful will rededicate themselves to Hunger"

(the addictive lust that is the inheritance of every Ilumina sister). Lilith the Faithful will transmute her sisters' dedication into something like her own inferno of holy obsession. Unlike her predecessor, Lilith will not be tolerant of wayward sheep. They will share her zeal to acknowledge their Master as the God that He is - a God Emperor, and salvation to the human race. For this, some fear her as an extremist.

If I'm an extremist, it's only because I'm strong enough to change what the herd considers normal

, she thinks with fierce pride.

Besides, why shouldn't she enjoy a selfish little gloat? The other sisters are just deltas of the rivers that are their Ancestral Mothers - the better females worthy of being their own headsprings, the fixed points from which all their subsequent daughters trace back lineage. Every Khord'han daughter lives in the genetic shadow of her Ancestral Mother.

Unless a day comes, and she doesn't.

By achieving Maehirym, Lilith has proven superior to her long dead Ancestral Mother, and now delineates her own privileged bloodline - but one, most unusually, without a titled queenship. Something new had happened in the Empire, and the entire Sisterhood was chattering with the news.

Lilith had intended this all along.

Only a small number of sisters had achieved Maehirym since the founding of the Empire over four centuries ago. For their reward, they begged to experience the highest form of physical submission - to have crowns placed upon their heads, and to be given queendoms within the Empire, sanctified by His will.

After all, manlings in the Empire (even pure-blooded princes birthed by the Sisterhood), could only ever attain the rank of Archduke. Vivasaean royalty was, by definition, female. In this way, the Maehirym would not only be baptized in total surrender to the Everspark, but honored also as the agents of His domination in the world.

Only we are worthy of being His direct vassals

, Lilith reflects with satisfaction.

My new peers rule entire countries, yet still crave His ownership. There are things they could even teach me about obedience. To be such good slaves that they learn to master others in His name...

It had been tempting for Lilith too. However, she'd made a different choice. For her reward, instead of a crown, she begged for the entire Sisterhood, and for the first time in her life, He looked at her with astonishment, awed by the daring and raw ambition of her request. Within seconds, He saw all of it. He saw the human race, forever different, after this beautiful creature before Him took her chance to speak. With an impressed smile, the Emperor nodded, and named her Principia Prima of the Ilumina Stae'ada, Maehirym Lilith the Faithful, High Paramour and Confidant of the Everspark.

This development plausibly makes Lilith the second most powerful person in the Empire, subject only to the Emperor Himself. It was still unclear whether the other Maehirym would be lower than her in the chain of command, though many would assume this to be the case, as all the Maehirym were still technically part of the Sisterhood. The news was still spreading slowly that she'd ascended, but soon it would be everywhere. As a Maehirym who is also Principia Prima, Lilith will go from a minor celebrity in the Sisterhood to a hallowed icon that crowds would part for, universally recognized, and rivaled only by the Empress, who herself was a Maehirym over 300 years old.

And Lilith? She was merely 38.

She contemplates the waterfall emptying into the ocean below, bringing herself back to the present. Lilith's eyes flutter, as she feels her arousal seeping from her soaked labia, now starting to trickle down her thigh.

Despite approaching her forties, the ceremony that remade her into a Maehirym also returned to her the youthful body she'd had in the physical peak of her life. When she looked in the mirror, she recognized a girl in her early 20's - and she would have this body for... decades? Centuries? And with this newly restored youth came her newly restored Hunger, distracting her, and demanding attention.

Recently, she's been thinking more with the brain between her legs, and less with the brain between her ears.

Oh, who am I kidding? My vagina has been leading me around for days on a drunken bender of hormones

, and right now her dripping slit is reminding her how empty and frustrated it feels without being stuffed full of her Master's thick cock, saturating her with purpose.

Fuck, it's so much stronger now! Quick - focus on your surroundings.

Desperately, her eyes skim across the island to land on the airship suspended above the rocky beach at the island's natural harbor, down to the east. Lilith is no stranger to this place - Maer'Eyja is the northernmost island of the northernmost archipelago, in an Empire defined by its islands.

When discussing imperial geography, most citizens carefully omit Maer'Eyja - they simply know it as the protected nest of the Ilumina Stae'ada, a place forbidden to outsiders.

Not long after the Day of Curiosity, when the order was new, Ancestral Mothers petitioned the Everspark for a special dispensation of land away from prying eyes. He chose Maer'Eyja, and wove His incomprehensible power into the land and the sea, to ensure that it would be their ideal home, and unassailable by any enemy. Airship was the preferred means of travel for the Sisterhood, and it was always a treat to converse with the Quasians that usually crewed them, or the adventurous manlings passing through on their clan ships.

Most of the airship captains were Khord'han princes able to claim mothers in the Sisterhood, and as such were granted entry. However, Maehirym were able to traverse great distances by other, more arcane means, though Lilith had only just begun to experiment with these new perks of the Gift.

It'll be fine. If I can't figure it out, Master will teach me. That's one of His greatest qualities. He will always teach us how to become more powerful, how to be more perfect. He'll show me how to be His good girl. "He will always lead me to perfection."

The silent, crystalline airship loomed over the cozy, grass-roofed cottages built into the hillside - a jarring comparison. A contingent of pregnant sisters had arrived that afternoon from Revelation, the Empire's capital city. Most women loved being seen at the imperial court with swollen bellies, just as most loved to come home when it was time to give birth.

Over the years, Lilith herself had made the same migration five times. A pregnant sister staying in Revelation received every luxury imaginable: an entire staff of Quasian servants, choice of personal tailor from the most exclusive fashion houses in the city (maternity styles among the Sisterhood were feverishly followed by the citizenry), a colossal spending account gratis from their Master, an open invitation to the best social events of the year, and a sprawling apartment suite at Ilum, the Sisterhood's villa, located on their private Morceau above the city center.

An Ilumina sister typically leads a cloistered life, but when she arrives in the capital carrying the Emperor's baby, every door is opened and no expense is spared.

She is fulfilling her ordained purpose

.

Her pregnancy also tends to inflame her Hunger, making the expectant mother especially needy of her Master's touch, and being fucked by Him on a balcony overlooking His city was always a turn on. Lilith shivered warmly at the thought of how generous He could be when she was expecting.

He loved the way my body swelled for him. He couldn't take His eyes off me when I showed off my favorite pregnant tantric poses. I should've had a thousand babies for the number of times we fucked during my first pregnancy...

Yet despite the extravagance, most sisters heeded the call of Maer'Eyja nine months later. It just felt right and natural, instinctual even. Lilith wondered when she'd be blessed to carry another baby for her Master. Surely it will be soon. Her body was aching more than usual for His seed.

Mmm, that glorious cock and the God attached to it

... she thought with a sigh.

Her thoughts insisted on circling back to her favorite topic. If she keeps getting distracted like this, she might be commanded to strip naked and edge all night, knees on the altar in her new bedchambers, back arched, with her ass in the air, an offering with perfect posture.

With her Master watching, she'd be compelled to chase an orgasm perpetually out of reach, an orgasm with a mind of its own, taunting her, one seemingly intent on drawing her into hysteria, an orgasm that doesn't recognize her authority. But why would it? She happily gave that authority away years ago, with tears of joy.

There was no denying it. When she reached her eighteenth year, Lilith's Hunger had nearly consumed her. After crossing that threshold, she began having vivid wet dreams about her Father each night. How many times, as an abashed, wide-eyed sister, had she been caught during her final year of schooling, with her timid hand slipped down the front of her bodice, playing with her hard nipples?

How many times had she been caught daydreaming by a tutor, only to look down and notice that she'd been absentmindedly rubbing herself through soaked panties with her dress hitched up to her waist?

But there was no stopping her. Her own traitorous fingers would make her cum so hard she'd drool on herself.

Sometimes, the tutors spanked her.

Sometimes, she was forced to stare into their eyes as she came, making her love the humiliation of it.

Later, the tutors would sneakily offer their own fingers for her to grind on, but only if she asked sweetly enough.

Even with her own friends watching, she'd blushingly step forward, lift her dress up, slip her panties down to her knees, and rudely thrust her hips out. The tutors would control the speed of her thrusting with guiding hands resting gently on her bare ass cheeks.

In long sessions, they'd make her squeal out Ilumina mantras of obedience in front of her cohorts that had also come of age and were experiencing their Hunger for the first time. If she stumbled over the words, the hands on her cheeks would slowly ease her pace, but if she was a good girl, they'd let her rock her hips faster.

There were times when she'd been choking back grateful sobs, wantonly humping and squirting all over a waiting tutor's hand. Afterwards, trembling, she'd kiss and lick their fingers clean in gratitude.

They rightly taught me to feel gratitude for having the body of someone powerful inside me.

That must be why I love it when Master pacifies me by slipping His fingers into my mouth to suckle...

At times, she'll be mid-sentence when He abruptly enters her. For Lilith, it was erotically tranquilizing, in an animal kind of way.

She loved it because she could simply submit, soothing herself passively by lazily sucking on His fingers, looking up dreamily into His face, lovesick, as her Master's words unknot all her worries.

Every Ilumina sister before Lilith had been unable to control the Hunger that swamped their senses after turning eighteen, so they all shared similar experiences. However, Lilith also cherished memories from the other side of that sisterly power dynamic.

When she finished what remained of her basic schooling, and continued on to higher education, she also became a favorite pleasure tutor among the sisterlings. She gained a reputation, and they sheepishly came to her because Lilith could make every orgasm different from the last. If the Emperor had recently passed through Maer'Eyja, young ladies on the island would be so worked up with Hunger that there'd be an ever-changing group of surreptitious eighteen year olds, most failing to look disinterested, loitering outside Lilith's chambers. Sometimes, for fun, Lilith would start a group recitation just to watch a chain reaction of self-pleasuring ripple through an entire gaggle of red-faced sisters who couldn't help themselves.

Afterwards, she'd have them line up and thank her, one by one, with a curtsy on their way out the door. She'd always give them a knowing smile, and perhaps a little wink, or kiss on the cheek, and instruct them to leave their drenched panties behind.

She wanted them to feel an unexpected cool breeze and think of her.

Lilith confidently knew that when her clutch of young ladies finally offered themselves to her Master, shy decorum would be their strong suit. Her friends called her an artist, and in a few rare cases, even the Emperor had been impressed, when some of those women later publicly credited Lilith with instilling in them a level of devotion that would become the bedrock of their lives.

Maybe I should reach out to them and catch up

, she thinks deviously.

Lilith loved floating in those dreamy days of young adulthood, but ultimately she too begged Him to accept ownership of her, and offered up control of her pleasure, so desperate was she for His discipline. To commemorate this act of submission, Lilith received a small ring piercing the hood of her clitoris, set with a tiny, faceted gemstone created by the Emperor. Henceforth, the gem would prevent her from reaching climax without His permission.

Beyond symbolism, the Piercing serves practical purposes as well. Each gemstone becomes linked to its wearer's Hunger. It blunts their explosive lust, but not forever. To function properly, each sister must periodically imbue her gem with Vulvyr, a delicate psionic energy that floods her pelvic nexus during orgasm.

The Gift allows her to recharge the gem by transferring her fresh Vulvyr into it, which it then uses to curb the strength of her Hunger.

A sister of the Ilumina Stae'ada receives her "little helper" in a private ceremony unique to each woman, thus forming a special bond between Father and daughter after she comes of age. During Lilith's ceremony, in the middle of her nineteenth year, when she felt her Father's erotic touch for the first time, as He spread her legs wide and pierced her, she came so hard she passed out.