The Gala of Unity took place in the Tower of Unity, a superstructure in the southern hemisphere of the planet. It was so massive and tall that it could be easily seen from space like a monument to all of Veridea as a species.
The event itself that happens every ten years was hosted in the biggest chamber inside of the tower near the very top with the outer walls of the place made out of impenetrable glass to show the clouds and blue sky. In the center stood a twenty-foot statue of a nude veridea gazing down at all of her children, the first veridea.
Nevera drew her eyes away from it as she sipped at her dark blue wine and gazed out onto the thousands of godlike forms mingling. There were hundreds of matriarchs and their invited guests attending, the powerful and divine mothers looking splendid in their formal attires.
Clothing wasn't optional but explicit nudity wasn't banned either, and Nevera's gaze never failed not to spot an indecent matriarch. They couldn't walk around fully nude and many instead dressed themselves in lots of decadent jewelry that did little to hide their perfect breasts or their large balls and cocks that frequently glistened with rings and jewels.
She'd lost sight of her mother, the matriarch having gone to mingle with Celine in tow, and she couldn't follow. The blue rope she stood right beside was as effective as steel bars in keeping her from entering the gala proper. Instead she was relegated to a dedicated section for the personal guard the matriarchs brought with them.
"How long do you think she can hold it?" She heard someone ask and she looked over her bare shoulder to see one of the tall guardians had shoved her entire cock down a slave's throat who was on her knees and sitting still.
Veridea sexual appetites were well-known and provided for with plenty of slaves on offer to sate one's urges at a moment's notice. Nevera is yet to sate herself, her cock subtly hidden by her short blue cocktail dress but the bottoms of her balls were intentionally left visible every time she walked.
Treated slaves walked amongst the tall women, coming from hundreds of different species that had been subjugated and incorporated into the great Verdiea Matriarchdom, and carried with them trays full of drinks and assorted snacks. They were delicious little morsels who looked quite content with the incessant groping of their exposed breasts, slim bellies and firm asses. Their revealing servant uniforms only accentuated their fuckability.
It was always a sight to see when one of the matriarchs suddenly grabbed a slave, bent them over and filled them to the brim with potent veridea cock. Nevera was sure that most of the slaves tending to this gala will bear children nine months from now.
"Aww, look, she's passing out." Said the same voice with a husky giggle and Nevera looked back to see the slave had gone limp and was only upright because the tall female was holding her by the head. A slack throat like that was perfect and the bustling air was soon filled with wet squelches as she got to sating herself.
Nevera gritted her teeth as her own cock reacted to the sounds and tried to think of something else, looking for a distraction.
She found it in the sight of the matriarchs from the western hemisphere. They were positively nude outside of decorative platinum and silver plates stuck to their otherwise naked bodies. These plates rode on the sides of their thighs, on their bellies, arms and legs while their godlike cocks were encased in them with only little holes for urinating. Atop their brows were grand crowns of horns and Nevera was in no way surprised since she knew them as 'the horned queens of the west'.
Despite their decadent outfits, they were the most steadfast in their sexual urges. They left the slaves alone with only a grope of pinch as they passed by. Instead, they were much more evil as they relieved themselves in empty glasses and ordering the slaves to drink them whole.
She was unsure about that but she couldn't deny that it was arousing on some level to see the slaves happily drink down divine gold so eagerly in front of everyone.
"You always look so melancholic in these events, sister." Said Vayna as she slid her arms around Nevera's waist and hugged her from behind. Their little cocktail dresses did little to prevent from both feeling very intimate in the embrace and Nevera quietly appreciated the flaccid cock settling against the crack of her ass.
"I cannot fight to protect our mother's honor. It is hard to ignore the vile whispers they make as she passes by." Nevera murmured as Vayna pressed her cheek against hers and looked out into the crowd. Nevera and Vayna were twins, born mere minutes between each other and had been inseparable since then.
Indeed, the Gala of Unity was a show of unity, but also provided ample opportunity for underhanded tactics, politics and power plays. A mostly simple woman like Nevera who cared only for the internal betterment of her matriarchy was disgusted by the cutthroat atmosphere the event had. Matriarchs moved in concerted efforts and factions to further their own secret goals and agendas.
Vayna hummed in agreement, her hands gently rubbing the defined abdominals on her sister's belly in absent thought. Nevera wondered what went through her sister's mind as she seemed quite at ease with the prospect of their mother being insulted and subtly degraded.
"We've been at these events two times before and mother always came away of it angry and despondent." Nevera said with a hint of anger in her voice. She hated seeing her in a state like that and her personal guard suffered the most during those periods. They were denied access to her breeding sows, to each other and were banned from gazing upon her magnificent form for a month.
"I have a feeling it'll be different this time." Vayna said, a small smile on her lips while her one hand wandered down to Nevera's crotch to cup her sister's impressive manhood. Nevera couldn't stop the small huff of surprise from leaving her and she didn't stop the hand from moving under her dress to start massaging her.
"What makes you so sure? Mngh...you know I haven't fucked anything in the past few days..."
Vayna nodded and continued groping and massaging, grasping the swelling cock in her hand. "Your strength of will is commendable, sister. But I think you should relax."
Her sister seemed to dodge the question but Nevera could hardly focus on that when she had her twin sister's expert hands on her engorged cock, stroking it with perfect motions that made her let out a low moan of excitement.
Her cock was fully exposed as it lifted up her dress and so were her big balls that had plenty of time to store up a fat load Vayna had full intention of releasing. Somewhere. Nevera didn't care where.
"Look, our baby sister is watching." Vayna whispered and Nevera opened her eyes to see mother with their prime sibling standing in the crowd. Mother was busy speaking to one of the wester matriarchs and looked absolutely divine in the curve-hugging tight golden dress that rode low on her shoulders and had a cut down the side of her left hip to reveal a bare leg. Up the leg was a silver chain going from a bare ankle all the way up the thigh, disappearing beneath the dress.
The baby sister in question was the prime sibling. Mother had thousands of daughters but there were only two who are raised by mother herself. They were called the Prime Daughters, or Prime Siblings. Their existence is known to very few within the Vaem matriarchy as they rarely interacted with their lower-born sisters.
She was barely of age, having reached adulthood a week prior. Thanks to this, she's the firm Prime Daughter to be allowed into the Gala and it was safe to say she was in awe with everything she saw. Her gaze was focused on the twin sisters, however, and watched with rapt attention as Vayna jacked Nevera off.
