Lucas stood fully erect, with his wings extended as two crimson red snake like tongues groomed his glowing coat of fur. He felt their tongues groom his entire body of neon red fur from head to toe. Lucas extended his eight foot body majestically before them and fluttered his six foot wing span almost knocking down one of the beauties before him.
She wouldn't complain. No one would. He controlled them all. They were his toys; his playthings. Casually he looked down at the sea of nymphs that would be his source of entertainment. There were a hundred or so of them occupying the enormous room below him.
The room was fully furnished with exquisite furniture. Each woman below was naked and had a tattoo between her shoulder blades with a number on it. They all pined to be one of the three chosen ones to satisfy his morning ritual. Small inaudible noises escaped his lips as the two beautiful women licked him clean.
This daily ritual was the way the eight foot tall glowing red beast began every day. The beauties grooming him, also did not wear a stitch of clothing. Their bodies were beyond perfection. One was cute and the other, Daphnia, was stunningly gorgeous.
Both women had huge breasts and their waists and buttocks were small and tight. It didn't take Lucas long to achieve his full 10 inch, red, hot, erection. Within minutes a third beautiful nymph entered the room and positioned herself kneeling in front of Lucas's enormous hard on, waiting for his command.
"Miranda, tap the head of my hardness twenty five times then bow your head."
She extended her snake like tongue and did exactly as she was told. On the twentieth tease he grabbed her head and pushed it forcefully onto his enormous, red, cock. She dared not gag and willed herself to open her throat and allow his full length to invade her little mouth.
His cock was red and hot and seared her mouth on impact but still she showed no signs of discomfort. Being in Lucas's favor was an honor and any bodily discomforts were ignored. Pleasing Lucas was what every woman in his den strived to do. He controlled them. He owned them. They were his toys; his playthings.
Her mouth opened wide for his two inch girth as he continued to assault her mouth with his throbbing, hard, searing cock.
There was only one way to transcend to the other world where equality was restored and that was through becoming the most attractive woman there, and staying that way for an entire month. At that point freedom was granted.
Until the women were able to achieve this goal they were controlled by Lucas's lightening temper, and immense power, which could be used to obviate their existence at any turn. So they did exactly as Lucas instructed them. The alternative was to dissipate into nothingness when they reached a level of ugliness that was below the tolerable range.
This was Lucas's task. He was the judge and the jury. One might ask if this was fair procedure, but it didn't matter. This was Lucas's world and he could do whatever stroked his ego at the moment.
There were two possible ways to achieve beauty. One, was by drinking from the red elixir that poured from Lucas's 10 inch hard cock and they other was by robbing another woman of her beauty on Lucas's command.
He shoved his hard cock into the beautiful woman's mouth before him, then watched her head bob up and down in a steady rhythm. She released, looked up at him, and seductively circled her long serpent like tongue, around him, faster and faster.
Lucas watched as she placed his hardness between her luscious tits and held them around him. She then took him deep in his mouth while swirling her tongue around him.
"Suck me harder Slut! I'm not as aroused as I was yesterday."
Miranda grimaced for a brief second then continued sucking his beautiful cock with renewed efforts. She knew with unfathomed uncertainty that today she would not be chosen but her efforts to satisfy him did not stop. Accidently she grazed his cock with her teeth, making him flinch. She cringed, but continued her efforts. Hopefully she didn't displease him enough that he wouldn't allow her to drink from his elixir.
The ritual continued as he gazed at the women below him. Lucas often felt like a gladiator looking on at his den of lions and humans knowing he controlled their fate like in the human Roman times. The woman below him were in different stages of beauty. Some were close to banishment, but yet they did not give up hope. It was a survival game and they wanted to win. They needed to win.
As the morning routine came to a close he turned to Daphnia and whispered in her ear.
"824."
While looking at her Lucas could feel himself drawn to her beauty. It was powerful, and he knew it made him weak. She had pleased him tirelessly and her ingenuity and obedience continued to amaze him.
Daphnia was two days away from fulfilling her month long quest for freedom. He would miss her if she was successful, but the game would continue, and another would arise in her place. There was always the chance her mission might be overthrown by a cruel twist of fate.
Miranda's mouth was starting to look red and raw. She was cupping his balls now and inhaling and worshiping his cock for all she was worth.
