AN: If you've read the first two chapters, you should know what kind of story this is. Expect no realism or restraint. This is a ludicrous sexual power fantasy, as crazy as I can make it. If that's the kind of thing you want to read, then enjoy!
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As the edge of the evening sun at last fell behind the horizon, I, The God Emperor, stepped down from my chariot.
Of course, my bare foot never touched the ground.
Janess di Telamare of the Harem of Queens moaned in abject bliss as my weight settled squarely onto her back.
The very name of Janess di Telamare had once struck fear into the hearts of thousands. A conqueror and a bloody-handed tyrant, the High Sultana of the land of Telamare had pillaged, burned, and enslaved her way across the old world, taking by force all the finest things that life had to offer. But that was more than twelve hundred years ago.
Now, Janess was writhing on her belly on the ground, moaning in overjoyed arousal as my foot settled into its place just beneath her shoulder blades, shoving her lovely upper body firmly down into the dirt. Janess didn't resent being used so. In fact she was eager and grateful to be of service to me in any way,
especially
if it involved physical contact. She was not ashamed or humiliated - the foot of her God had touched her! She had served as His stepping stone! She would, in fact, spend the rest of the night rubbing herself to orgasm after orgasm, thinking about this glorious moment.
I had five more steps to take toward the dais from which I would address my troops. Their names were Maribol of the Harem of Whores, Mesuhime Iamasu of the Harem of Whores, Frieda Davensworth of the Harem of Queens, Kupinga Minga of the Harem of Whores, and Rachel Grimn of the Harem of Whores. Frankly my long, powerful strides could have carried me to my destination in only four steps, but out of consideration for Rachel's feelings I checked my steps and didn't skip over her. Like Janess, each lovely lady mewed lewdly as my feet trod their beautiful bodies down into the earth, grateful for the chance to serve their Divine Master.
One hundred of the Virgin Guard followed behind me. As a covert force, the Guard marched openly only on very rare occasions. Their thin, night-black clothing clung so closely to their beautiful, athletic, curvy bodies that one could almost see their pours in the fabric. Their garments "covered" their entire bodies save for a narrow slit from which their eyes roamed constantly, searching for any threat. To a woman they were stone cold killing machines, as deadly as they were beautiful. They never thought of glory, or of renown, or even of standing within their own ranks. The Virgin Guard live only for duty, for obedience to their God and Father. To a woman they were virgins, controlling their incredible libidos (inherited from me) with powerful wills of iron (also inherited from me).
My army, had already occupied this position for some time. They awaited my arrival, filling the valley before me. I stepped from Rachel's back onto the dais that had been prepared for me. I raised my arms in salute. My men roared, raising their spears and swords aloft, hailing their God. They did not kneel or bow. One does not kneel or bow before one's self. These men recognized me as the source of the fire that burned within their own hearts, the thunder in their own blood, the lust within their own loins. They were men, and I am Manhood, deified. The source of all Masculinity. The God Emperor of All Creation.
These fellows were a particularly ornery lot. They hailed from the Outer Empire, a region I do not directly control, though I am still worshipped and revered there. In the Empire proper, life is good for men. They still must toil in the fields for their daily bread, but the harvests are always good. They must labor, but when the day's work is done each man has a beautiful woman waiting at home to slavishly serve his every desire. If his wife is not enough to sate his lusts, he can always make use of the local priestess, who is honor bound to serve the sexual needs of all imperial citizens.
But there are always men who cannot be satisfied with such a life. Men whose testosterone is too plentiful to merely accept the idyllic existence of a normal citizen. Men who by nature
must
fight and kill. These men always make their way to the Outer Empire, a realm of chaos where the strong rise up and reign as warlords, only to be overthrown by the still stronger. There not only do men contend with men, but also with monsters. The bestial spawn of Artemis make their dens in the outer Empire, hungering and lusting for the taste of human flesh. The weak and cowardly find death on the monsters' talons, but bold and mighty heroes have much to gain by fighting them: riches, fame, and monster girls, for example.
Though the Empire has been at peace for more than a thousand years, the Outer Empire is constantly at war. On this day, that thousand-year peace had, at least briefly, come to an end.
My High Priestess Valanepa stepped up onto the dais as the shouting at last died down. The men practically began to drool as they took in her ultra-luscious curves, the supreme bounty of her unbelievable bosom, and the angelic perfection of her pale visage. Even swathed in the somewhat conservative pink robes of a priestess she was beyond delectable, far out of the league of ruffians like them. As a matter of fact, she was out of everyone's league, except mine.
The Virgin Guards bowed their heads respectfully before Valanepa. In her capacity as High Priestess, Val has no authority over the Guard, but all my daughters recognize her as the alpha among my female offspring. They cannot help but show her respect.
Once the noise of the crowd had died down, the High Priestess addressed the army.
"Warriors of the Emperor," she began, to much applause. "Warriors of God! Men of the Outer Empire! Your whole lives you have fought for honor. For Glory. To claim women as your own. These are all worthy causes to bare your steel. On behalf of our God I bid you fight for all those things today! But today, you fight also for something more. For the spark that dwells within your souls. For the voice inside you that urges you to reach higher, to do and to dominate and to create. For the cock between your legs that all women are duty bound to worship!"
She gestured at the ridge to the west where the enemy army was encamped." Those Wundarian scum over there defy all those things. They defy our Emperor, our God, my Father. For what is best in you, for the divinity within you that our God embodies, I implore you to destroy them! Kill their men! Rape and enslave their women! Show them the power of your steel and your flesh!
The host roared their approbation.
One thousand, two hundred and fifty four years ago I gained the Deified Cock and became God. After that I waged the Ascension Wars, a great campaign of conquest to bring the whole world under my own divine control. At the end of the fighting, every nation was laid low before me. Every woman who wielded sovereign authority had submitted to me and joined my Harem of Queens. Every nation and every Queen... except one. The tiny mountain nation of Wundaria yet defied me. Wundaria's Queen at that time was not a particularly attractive specimen. She and her nation just didn't seem like a fitting finale for my grand war. So, I just... left them to their own devices. For twelve hundred years they had scraped out a living up in their mountains while my people prospered all across the world. Now, for some reason, they had come down in force to invade my Empire, with every adult man and woman of Wundaria under arms.
All told, their force numbered about a hundred thousand people. Just to make it interesting, I only brought fifty thousand of my own troops. Our victory was still assured of course. Many in my army were my grandsons or great grandsons, with divine blood thundering within them. They were demigods, kings, warlords, monster slayers, each worth twenty foes in the swirling melee.