This is part 11 of my Ascension of Azaron series, the plot of which is heavily reliant on events in the previous chapters. I encourage you to read those for context before jumping into this story, unless that's your thing, in which case welcome.
Part 11: Power
The war raged another 10 years. As Azaron's ambitions for total domination became clear many of the other gods started joining. Azaron desperately sought any advantage in numbers or advancement in weapons. While Pheamiril had a very complex political situation to deal with, she did allow for volunteers to join Azaron's armies and allowed the Hegemonies to work with him in limited degrees until she formally married him and entered the war 6 years in.
With this the tide started to turn in Azaron's favor, but victory was still far off. It was in this context that an up-and-coming goddess named Trinity reached out to Azaron offering to join if she would be made supreme ruler of the divine realm. This was a big ask, but Trinity had a strong reputation and had already supplanted the previous goddess who ruled before her, as well as a neighboring pantheon.
While Azaron saw merit to a meeting, Polly was against it.
"We used to be angels before I fell, Trinity is stuck up and headstrong, she's likely to bring unnecessary trouble," she cautioned.
"I don't know that we can get into any more trouble," Azaron laughed, "I think she'll be a fine addition."
Polly rolled her eyes at this "I doubt it."
"You're both very accomplished women, but it is natural for you to dislike your opposite. That being said, I am going forward with the meeting since you being her opposite doesn't disqualify her from my interest."
"Just promise me you won't marry her," Polly pleaded.
"I will make no such promise," he rebuffed.
"You would be a fool to do this," she protested
"Then I am a fool," he shrugged.
"How could you betray me like this?"
"You're being dramatic, we have a war to win," he insisted.
"How dare you say that to me!"
Azaron was sick of her antics, and landed a hard smack on her ass.
Polly glared up at him, doing her best to hide her arousal behind her rage, but it was no use. Azaron landed another hard smack on her ass before twisting her arm behind her back and bending her over the table. He then lifted her dress as he prepared to fuck her as punishment for her outburst.
In times like these Polly hated being a succubi. She wanted to object to this treatment and was deeply insulted by his actions, however she was also incredibly horny at being dominated like this. As Azaron began to enter her she knew she would be apologizing for calling him a fool by the end of this, however she and Azaron had a very sexual relationship, and she was never able to resist when he bullied her. In fact, the bullying made her more horny.
Polly tried to tense up her asshole as Azaron positioned himself there, she knew it was no use, succubi had lubed assholes and his dick was a monster that would have its way with her and she would be a drooling mess soon, but she had to put up the resistance to show... something.
"Feeling extra feisty today I see," he said, landing another hard smack on her ass. He then took a fistful of her hair and pulled it back hard. Polly hissed in pain but as her attention moved from her ass to her head her tight red backdoor loosened up enough for Azaron to ram his enraged cock deep inside her.
Polly immediately moaned with pleasure as her will was broken. The feeling of abuse heightened her sexual experience, and she was soon thrusting back to meet his hips.
"Are you gonna be a good girl for me?" he asked, landing a hard smack on her ass, his other hand still pulling her hair.
"Yes! YES! Please fuck me harder!" Polly felt shame as she broke so easily, but the shame only brought her new heights of pleasure, pushing her depraved feedback loop further. "I'm sorry I called you a fool, you are the smartest most powerful man in the cosmos and I long to have your cock inside me! I'm just a dumb little slut unworthy of being your cum bucket!" she screamed out unabashedly as she rammed herself back onto his cock over and over.
Azaron wasn't even thrusting at this point, he simply smiled triumphantly and let Polly do all the work as she readily debased herself. "Good girl. Because you submitted so easily you can have my cum," he said casually, lighting a cigar as he watched her fuck herself on his dick.
"Oh, thank you sir!" she moaned.
Azaron chuckled as he puffed on his cigar, letting his orgasm build as he still held tightly to Polly's silky black hair.
When Polly heard Azaron grunt, she knew he was close. She had fucked him enough times to know when he was about to cum, and she responded accordingly. "Oh Master, please dump your hot jizz deep in my ass! I'm just a dirty little butt slut who needs her Master's cum in her ass!" she pleaded loudly, knowing how much he enjoyed her submission.
Azaron grunted again as his cum began to spill out into his devil wife's hot asshole. He decided to reward her by putting out his cigar on her asscheek.
The burning sensation was enough to send Polly over the edge and she came hard as Azaron came down from his orgasm.
As Polly came down from her orgasm, she breathed deeply and slowed her thrusts. Azaron let go of her hair and let her lay on the table, giving her bum a good pat before pulling out. "I'm going to the meeting in three days," he told her flatly.
"A... wise... decision... oh mighty one..." she praised between breaths.
Azaron chuckled, "come clean my cock, slut."
Polly grinned eagerly "Yes Master."
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Trinity insisted that Azaron come to her domain, but her insistence made him more skeptical, and he continued to suggest alternatives. Azaron finally agreed when Trinity sent her top advisor and personal herald to convince Azaron that as beings of goodness and light they were in no way going to try and capture or trap Azaron as it was against their nature, and they were willing to sign a magic contract to assuage his doubts. Azaron accepted the contract, transformed himself to hide his demonic and vampiric energies, and dressed in a simple blue and silver robe. As he traveled with the herald, he asked why Trinity insisted on the meeting being in her realm.
"Trinity is very... particular," the herald explained. "She wants everything to be just right so you may see her at her best. She knows joining you this late and asking for so much is... a lot, and she wants to show that she is ready for the task of governance, and that we will be true to your cause."
Azaron nodded "I suppose we will see."
"I think you will find her domain most impressive," the herald assured him.
Soon they had reached Trinity's domain, a beautiful city of cloud and marble which shined brightly even in the bright land of the heavens. Despite the beauty, it was also heavily fortified with walls and towers, and while the atmosphere was relaxed, it didn't feel unprepared. It truly was a heavenly domain.
The herald walked Azaron through the streets and all the angels greeted him politely. Many offered treats and gifts, all of which he accepted graciously and shared with the people around him. He knew it was in part the magical effects of the realm and some of it was staged by Trinity, but there was something to be said for the heavenly joy being felt as he saw children play and neighbors laugh together in the sunny streets.
Trinity's castle stood in the center of the city and while it was clearly fortified, the gates remained open so that any who were in need could come to her. Past the front gates of the wide palace was a beautiful fountain in a garden, the food of which was tended to by citizens and free for all to share.
The wide pillared halls had regular guards stationed at checkpoints but allowed a freedom of movement for anyone who had business or simply wanted to adore the grand structure. No matter where one stood, you could find an open window or doorway letting in the sight of the heavenly sun, along with many stained-glass ceilings depicting the great acts of heroes and saints.
Azaron was impressed by the splendor, yet accessibility of the place. How it felt protected yet free, safe but open. He would be interested in seeing the military capabilities of her armies, but in terms of her governing and community, Azaron liked what he saw, even as he kept in mind that she was showing her best in an attempt to impress him.
They then entered the throne room, and he was finally faced with the ruler of this wondrous queendom. Trinity sat gracefully atop her ornate throne, hearing out the problems of her subjects and promising them solutions with a soft and reassuring smile. She wore a long white dress with golden designs. The large golden laurels resting on her head held a single blue gem in the center which shone as brightly as her piercing blue eyes.
As the angels who beseeched her, thanked her, and walked out of the throne room, Trinity's attention turned to Azaron. Her features were perfect, healthy, and bright. Her lips were thin and pink, and her jet-black hair contrasted well with the brightness of her surroundings.
Azaron liked to believe he had become pretty good at gauging a woman's interest in him by this point. He remembered meeting each of his wives; with Mab it was love at first sight, in Polly there was adoration. With Persephone and Istroil a passing attraction grew into respect. He had little in common with Pheamiril, but they respected each other as warriors, and he still couldn't read Cosima. As he looked into Trinity's eyes, he saw a woman who wanted him desperately and had no ability to hide this.
When their eyes met Trinity's cheeks turned from pale white to bright pink. Her eyes widened and her head tilted just slightly. She soon bit her lip and giggled like a schoolgirl as her sharp blue eyes moved to the floor as she dragged her foot along the ground.
Upon seeing this, the herald immediately cleared his throat loudly and proclaimed "This is the mighty and gracious Trinity! Heavenly goddess of the seven cities!"
Azaron approached her confidently and presented his hand to shake hers. "A pleasure to meet you."
Trinity stared at him for a moment too long, then reached out and took his hand. She then stared down at it and sighed deeply "Your hands are so strong."
Azaron just smiled at her and let her hold his hand.
"My Queen, perhaps we should show him around?" the herald pressed, gesturing to the doorway.
"Hmm? Oh! Yes, of course, let me show you around," she giggled, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"That sounds lovely," Azaron agreed with a small bow.
"Oh, you need not bow to me," she giggled madly before seeing her herald glaring at her. She then bit her lip and walked away in silence.
Azaron followed quietly and let her show him around.
The herald remained close by as his queen gave Azaron the tour of the palace, keeping them moving when she inevitably got distracted. Trinity did her best to focus on the tour and keep her eyes from darting back to Azaron, yet his presence simply demanded her gaze. Azaron didn't say much, just nodded and smiled pleasantly, doing his best not to distract the poor woman more than she already was.
