“He is here!,” someone shouted.
The entire Nordish royal family, along with a stream of several dozen local nobles and officials, streamed out to the castle gate. Tetenia, the princess, walked briskly alongside her father, the king, and her mother and brother. Her friend Katda, daughter of a high-ranking local lord, was close behind, as were the rest of them.
Someone opened the gate and His Supremacy entered. He was wearing a simple, albeit luxuriant, red robe, and was flanked by two of the ten Queen Priestesses, as well as probably around twenty concubines, with officials and military officers and other members of his entourage behind him. There were a lot of them.
Tetenia, the King, and the rest of the Nordish royal family assembled nobles and others, bowed down before him. His entire entourage – Queen Priestesses, concubines, officials, and whoever else there was – bowed down behind him. He stood, surveying the courtyard for a minute or two.
He was handsome, Tetenia thought – lean and muscular, though not too muscular, and fairly young. She noticed a slight bulge in His robe. And He certainly knew how to make an entrance.
Ever since His Supremacy had informed them that He would attend Tetenia’s wedding – now scheduled for the day after tomorrow – her father seemed more concerned with His visit than with his daughter’s pending nuptials. He added several rooms – magnificent rooms – to the castle to house Him and whomever traveled with Him. People talked about things they had heard about Him. One of Tetenia’s uncles said He had been to His Sacred Palace, and that it is larger than any city he had ever seen. One of Tetenia’s friends said that He had over 200 concubines. Some told a rumor of a time that He had visited a neighboring kingdom and removed the king due to some minor intransigence.
While these thoughts were swirling through her head, He addressed the king. “Speak,” He said.
The king, still prostrate, replied. “Thank You, Your Supremacy. It is an amazing privilege for you to grace us with your sacred presence and to bestow upon my family the honor of your attendance at my daughter’s wedding. Words cannot express our gratitude and the gratitude of our entire kingdom. This is truly a great day for us. Thank You, Your Supremacy.”
His Supremacy did not respond to this, but stared directly at Tetenia. She was beautiful – with red hair and soft curves and large breasts. He then scanned the assembled crowd one more time and said, “you may stand.”
The Nordish crowd and His Supremacy’s entourage behind Him all stood up. The king said, “Thank You, Your Suprmacy. We will show you to your quarters. They are not worthy of you, but we humbly hope that you may tolerate them. Thank You, Your Supremacy.”
The crowd filtered into the castle, with His Supremacy, the Nordish royals, and His Queen Preistesses and concubines (or, the ones that made the trip) leading the way.
******
Later that evening, there was a banquet to celebrate His arrival. Again, the assembled guests in the hall had to bow down as he entered until He gave them permission to stand. Tetenia wondered how this banquet would compare to her wedding – it seemed to require more preparation.
His Supremacy was seated at the head of a long table with the Queen Priestesses on either side of Him. The rest of the table largely consisted of the highest-ranking Nordish royalty and some of His top officials. Tetenia was seated partway down the table, next to her betrothed, Lord Daymon, the son of a major noble house in the kingdom and a key political ally for her father. Daymon was handsome and the heir to a significant fortune, and had wood both Tetenia and other relatives with gifts and kind words.
But while she was eating, she kept glancing at His Supremacy. It was difficult not to. He was being served by his concubines, rather than the normal household servants who attended to the rest of the guests, and she counted eighteen concubines lined up behind him at his beck and call. Equally difficult to ignore was the fact that they were all stark naked. His Supremacy wore a robe which appeared to loosen at the front. He fondled their breasts and grabbed their buttocks and made no effort to hide any of this, while the rest of the guests tried their best to ignore it. She also noticed that they appeared to thank Him when serving Him, rather than the other way around.
A couple of times, Tetenia thought she saw Him looking at her, but she wasn’t sure. She tried to participate in the nearby discussion – something about the colors of the table setting for the wedding – but kept being distracted.
At one point, she glanced over at Him and there was no doubt – he was staring directly at her. As He did this, he cupped one of His concubine’s ample breasts, and half a smile crossed His face. Tetenia kept trying to pretend she didn’t see this, but kept glancing at Him out of the corner of her eye.
Still staring directly at Tetenia, His Supremacy put His hand on the concubine’s head and guided her down. The concubine knelt and swallowed His cock. His Supremacy guided her head further down on His cock and she gagged a little and He smiled. The entire time He was staring at Tetenia.
The rest of the table clearly was aware of what was happening, but they did their best to ignore it. His Supremacy grabbed the ass of another concubine while He fondled a Queen Priestess’s breasts. He looked again at Tetenia, but then looked away. The gurgling and gagging noises that were made by the concubine as she pleasured Him – she was essentially deepthroating Him nonstop – could be heard behind the din of conversation.
Tetenia kept looking at Him out of the corner of her eye, but He seemed not to notice. He looked down at His concubine on her knees, sighed contentedly, and stared off into the middle distance. He took a small bite of food, and called another concubine over, seemingly to say something about it. As she left he fondled her breasts, too, and Tetenia heard let out squeal of delight. He put His hand on the concubine’s head. “Stay all the way down,” He told her.
Tetenia’s pussy began to throb a little. She had never seen such a display of….power. She wondered what it might be like for the woman pleasuring Him. She had heard that many of His concubines were actually drawn from the nobility, and that some had begun to offer him women as a way to curry favor. Tetenia herself had never done what the concubine was doing before, and the thought both intrigued and repelled her in equal measure – it was something that was done by common harlots, if at all, not princesses. Yet there He was, being pleasured openly, in front of the highest-born people in her homeland. She tried to throw herself back into the conversation, to distract her from these thoughts.
Just as she was doing that, she felt His eyes on her again. His hand placed firmly on the concubine’s head, He pushed His cock down to the back of throat, impervious to her gagging and struggling for air. He looked so powerful like that, Tetenia thought. He arched His back slightly, still looking directly at Tetenia. He was cumming. Tetenia realized was was going on and blushed a little, and He smiled. His cum shot directly into the concubines’ throat, and he just kept cumming – His orgasm lasted (as they normally did) for over two minutes. Cum shot out of the concubine’s nose, and dripped out of her chin, her mouth and throat total overwhelmed by His massive cock and His even more massive orgasm. As her lips popped off His cock, her eyes watery and her lungs gasping for air, she said the only thing she could say in this situation: “Thank You, Your Supremacy.” She meant every word – desperately.
He looked at Tetenia through nearly the whole orgasm, and she was tranfixed. Had He really been cumming that whole time? She was amazed – and she was very, very wet.
His Supremacy did not look at Tetenia again for the remainder of the banquet, and He did not speak to her at all.
*****
Later that night, Tetenia was in her bedchambers reading, when her servant walked in. “Someone is at the door….with Katda. He says you should go.”
Tetenia looked on quizzically. “I think he is from His Supremacy,” she sad in a hushed voice.
Tetenia walked to the door, and there stood Katda – her friend, and another great beauty – and a man she had never seen before who appeared to be some sort of guard. “His Supremacy commands your presence,” the guard said. “Follow me.” She looked at Katda, and Katda nodded, as if to say “me, too.”
The guard led them around several corridors, until he finally reached one, with two other guards on either side, both kneeling. The guard kneeled, and the girls kneeled, too. “Katda and Tetenia are here,” he said to the other guard. The other guard scurried off into another room.
Tetenia realized that they must be near Him. Unless given permission otherwise, anyone within one-hundred feet of His Sacred Presence must be on their knees, bowing down, prostrate.
Several minutes later, the other guard appeared, and said to Tetenia and Katda, “you may enter.”
The two girls walked forward, opened a door into what appeared to be an anteroom, with more kneeling guards, and then opened another door. The room inside was magnificently apportioned, certainly more impressive than Tetenia’s bedchambers. His Supremacy sat, about twenty feet in front of them, in a sumptuous chair, being felated by Queen Priestess Anya and a concubine that Tetenia did not recognize. There were a couple of other concubines prostrate on either side of where He sat, although they were not doing anything.
He did not look at Tetenia and Katda, but he addressed them. “On your knees,” He said, and they immediately bowed down before Him. Tetenia had not really noticed His voice before this. It was low, deep, somewhat slow – probably only a few octaves or so above a whisper. But it exuded power and control and – not confidence, more than confidence. It was a voice that took it as a given that it would be obeyed.
For nearly ten minutes, He did not say anything to Tetenia or Katda. The only noise was the gurgling and slurping and gagging of the blow job that Anya was giving Him. Tetenia recognized the noises from earlier, although they were clearer this time, in a quiet room.
Suddenly he looked at the two girls, and addressed them. “Come forward fifteen paces. Crawl.” He pushed Anya’s head down on His cock and she began to gag loudly, almost choke. He sighed contentedly, and removed His hand from Anya’s head, as she continued to gag on His cock. Her comfort, even her ability to breathe, did not matter. Only His pleasure mattered. Anya knew that.
Tetenia and Katda stopped about five feet from where He sat. Another minute or two passed, and He said “Stand up. Take off your clothes.”
They did as they were told. “Turn around,” He said. They did.
He sat back, enjoying Anya’s mouth on His cock and the concubine’s licking His balls, as if to consider what he just saw. “I like that,” He said. “Come here.”
Tetenia and Katda walked towards him, hesitantly but with excitement. Tetenia was very turned on, but also very nervous. When they got close, he pulled them in and began fondling their breasts. He ran his hand up and down the small of there backs, down their thighs, and grabbed their buttocks. He put a finger in Tetenia’s pussy, briefly, and she tried with all her might to hold back an orgasm, unsure if it would be appropriate. She was dripping wet and almost dizzy.
At the same time, Tetenia noticed that He was relentlessly shoving His cock down Anya’s throat. There was a noticeable bulge. Her eyes were very, very watery and her face was a little pink – she was obviously having trouble breathing and struggling to continue. Tetenia could not see His actual cock, as it was entirely enveloped in Anya’s mouth and throat. “That’s good, Anya,” His Supremacy said as Anya squirmed and choked. “That’s so good.”
Suddenly, He relaxed His body and sat back. Anya was still struggling on His cock, but He appeared totally relaxed. “Yeahh,” he moaned, as he sunk a bit into the chair.
He cupped Tetenia’s breasts. “Both of you kneel before me,” He said.
After she kneeled, He looked down at Tetenia. A shock went through her spine and her pussy throbbed. “Have you ever sucked it, Tetenia,” He asked.
Anya and the concubine were still dutifully, almost heroically, pleasuring him. “No,” Tetenia said. She wondered how Anya managed to breathe. She couldn’t see His Supremacy’s cock, but seemed to be quite large, if the bulge was any guide.
He said nothing for a minute or so, and He looked straight ahead. “I am about to give you a great gift,” He said to Tetenia. “I hope you are grateful.”
“Yes, Your Supremacy. I am grateful, Your Supremacy. I will always be grateful, Your Supremacy.” Tetenia wasn’t sure where it came from, but in that moment she meant every word.
He tugged her a bit, and Anya popped off His cock. She immediately thanked Him, gasping for air. The concubine began licking the shaft a little, but for the first time, Tetenia could see it. It was enormous – around ten inches fully erect, and with considerable girth.
“Tetenia, put my cock in your mouth. Katda, lick my balls. Mia, kiss my feet then move to the side.” Mia – the concubine who had been licking his balls – thanked Him for the privilege of pleasuring Him, kissed His feet, and then thanked Him for the privilege of kissing His feet.
Tetenia took Him in her mouth. She got the tip in with relative ease, but began to feel a little uncomfortable once a few inches of the shaft got into her mouth. How did Anya do it? She wasn’t even sure she could take half of it.
His Supremacy moaned a little, and put His hand on Tetenia’s head, softly but firmly. “Anya, He said. “Praise me.”
“You are God, Your Supremacy. You are all-powerful.”
He tightened His grip on Tetenia, and pushed her down a little.
“You are greater than God. You are the God of Gods, the personification of power, a sacred being in the flesh.”
He pushed Tetenia down further. She had taken a little less than half His cock and she began to gag. She was still turned on, but she was getting quite uncomfortable. His hand remained firmly on her head. “Deeper, Tetenia,” He said.
“I am humbled by your sacred presence. I am not worthy of your sacred presence.” Anya was working herself into a near-frenzy. “No one is worthy of your sacred presence. This is why we worship you. This is why our blessed and fortunate and grateful queen priestesses and concubines pleasure you. But nobody is truly worthy of worshipping you and pleasuring you.”
His Supremacy pushed Tetenia deeper, and moaned lightly.
“Words cannot describe the gratitude that I feel towards you every second of every day. Your power over me, your power over everything, is so overwhelming. You are greatness. You are greater than greatness. You are all-powerful. You are more powerful than all-powerful.”
At this point, His Supremacy shoved Tetenia’s face further down his cock, until there were only a few inches left. She was gagging uncontrollably now and she began to resist Him as He pushed harder. She knew she shouldn’t do it, but it was a reflex. And she wasn’t sure what else to do – her face started to hurt and her eyes began to water.
“Your power is all-encompassing and never-ending. You are everything, Your Supremacy. You are everything, and I am nothing. The gifts that you give me are unbelievable and indescribable and there does not exist enough gratitude in the universe for me to ever express it properly. I am humble, Your Supremacy. I am humble before your greatness, Your Supremacy. I am a speck of dust and you are the whole world.”
“You have to go deeper, Tetenia,” He said. She was really struggling. She was already having some difficulty breathing. She tried to push her self up to get some air, but she couldn’t resist His force. He was incredibly strong. “You have to take the whole thing,” He said. “To properly express your gratitude for the gift I have given, you have to take the whole thing.” He kept His hand firmly on Tetenia’s head, and sighed in pleasure.
“We are all specks of dust compared to you, Your Supremacy. We are specks of dust who kneel before you, prostrate, in awe of your incredible, overwhelming, endless, limitless power.”
He pushed Tetenia down further. She moved about a half inch, then squirmed and chocked. “You’re going to take the whole thing,” He said. “You’re going to take the whole thing, and you’re going to be grateful.” He pushed her down, almost violently, and her lips were suddenly at the base of His cock. The tip was deep in her throat, all ten inches of Him overwhelming her mouth and throat. She squirmed, her body writhed, she gagged and gagged some more.
“We are in thrall to you.”
He held Tetenia firmly in place. She began to massage the base of His cock with her lips, almost instinctively. He pushed a little further back in her throat, choking her again, but through it she began working her lip on the shaft inside of her mouth. “Yeah,” He said. “That’s good. Worship me. You have to worship me.”
“You own us. You own everything. Everything is yours. You have all the power, and we have none. We must thank you. Thank You, Your Supremacy. You are God, Your Supremacy. You are greater than God, Your Supremacy. Thank You, Your Supremacy. Thank You so much, Your Supremacy. Praising you is a tremendous, indescribable privilege. Thank You, Your Supremacy. I am eternally grateful, Your Supremacy. Thank You, Your Supremacy.”
Through all of this, He was remarkably relaxed. He was just enjoying the pleasures of Tetenia’s mouth and Anya’s words. His dominance and power and control were assured. They were a given. He was everything, and they were nothing.
“Quiet, Anya,” he said, almost like it was an afterthought. Tetenia was gagging and squirming and choking on His ten-inch cock, and He was just sitting back and enjoying it. He had all the power. Her discomfort and pain were entirely inconsequential.
But Tetenia began to wonder what was going to happen. She tried to take small breaths, and it sort of helped, but her head started pounding and she was afraid she was going to pass out. He loosened his grip a little and she used it to move up a couple of inches, but he immediately shoved her back down. “Stay down,” he said, in a breathy, powerful, in-control voice.
He just sat there enjoying Tetenia’s attentions. Katda continued licking his balls. Sometimes he looked at them, or cupped on of their breasts, and sometimes he stared off into space.
He removed His hand from Tetenia’s head. She shot up, and popped off His cock, gasping for air. He looked straight at her. “Are you going to thank me?,” He said.
“Thank You, Your Supremacy,” she said, but she didn’t feel especially thankful. She was still very attracted to Him – the things Anya said were at least somewhat true, after all – but she didn’t really understand why she should feel so grateful to Him, when she was suffering and He was sitting in a chair being pleasured.
She didn’t have much time to consider this. The word “you” was scarcely out of her mouth when He pushed her back down to the base of His cock.
“Yeah,” He said. “That’s good, Tetenia. Nice and deep. Worship me.”
Her body squirmed again as she choked on his cock. Some drool left her mouth and her headache began pounding. She was almost a little angry. What was this about? Her back ached, her whole body began to ache. She was barely breathing and gagging every few seconds. Her head hurt from the cock, it hurt from the lack of breath. Again he relaxed his grip slightly, and again she tried to move, and again he pushed her back down.
“You have to stay all the way down,” He said. “It doesn’t matter if you can’t breathe.” He said this in a relaxed, almost lazy voice. His power was such that he did not have to say it particularly emphatically. He didn’t even really have to say it at all. He sat back as she massaged the base with her lips and smiled a little. Anya and Mia and a couple of other concubines were prostrate before Him, and Katda was busily licking His balls. The chair He sat in was plush and made of the finest materials.
He relaxed his grip again and let Tetenia come up for air. “Thank You, Your Supremacy,” she said. This time she immediately put His cock back in her mouth, and began bobbing up and down the shaft.
After a few minutes of that, He placed His hand on her head agin. “Take the whole thing,” He said. “Show me your gratitude.”
He pushed her down, and Tetenia’s pain and discomfort – which hadn’t really gone away – had gotten worse. She gagged loudly in an attempt to breathe. Her head pounded. He sat back and sighed contentedly. He was so powerful.
Many minutes – ten, twenty, Tetenia couldn’t tell – of intense deepthroating passed. His Supremacy gestured to one of the concubines before Him. She left and returned with two small cushions. She placed directly under His Supremacy’s feet. Tetenia’s knees were on the cold marble floor. He pushed His cock deeper into her throat, and moaned. “Yeah,” he said.”
Tetenia thought the cushions might be for her, as her knees hurt quite a bit – but no. The soles of His feet were more important than her knees. The base of His cock was more important than her breath. His pleasure was everything. Her pain was nothing. He was everything. She was nothing.
Her pussy got soaking wet, dripping on the floor. She began deepthroating Him more intently. It was incredibly difficult, almost unbearably painful as her eyes watered and she gagged on His cock and she struggled to breathe, but – it’s not that she didn’t care, it’s that it didn’t matter. She was worshipping His Supremacy. His will, His whim, was all that mattered.
He relaxed His grip on her somewhat, but she remained all the way down. She gagged loudly as he arched His back to shove His cock even further down her throat. “Yeah,” he said in that, low, deep, control-as-a given voice. “Power.”
This is it. This is what power feels like. This is what ultimate power feels like. This is what having all the power feels like. He sat there and enjoyed it, moaning and sighing occassionally. Her body and mind and self ached and she gagged on His cock and she knew He owned her, knew He owned everything, knew His whims has more force than law, knew that she must sacrifice her breath, sacrifice her comfort, sacrifice herself and her being for the privilege of pleasuring and worshipping Him. She knew she had to be grateful, eternally grateful. Because this was not her decision. She had no choice in the matter at all.
He came. His cum shot directly down her throat and into her stomach. She thought maybe that was it. It wasn’t. He gripped her head with incredible force, moaned “Oh yeah, yeah that’s good,” shot more cum into her, overwhelming her throat and coming out her nose and bubbling out of her mouth. He held her down, and moaned, and just kept cumming. There was nothing she could do. The orgasm lasted for four minutes. When it was over, she felt like her entire self had been obliterated.
She had never been so turned on her life. She was His. Even if He never encountered her again, she would be His.
Releasing her head from His grip, she popped off his cock and immediately said, through gasps, “Thank You, Your Supremacy.” This time she meant it.
“I have given you a great gift,” He said. “I expected you to receive it, but you did not receive all of it.” He looked straight at her, and she realized there was some cum on the floor. She immediately knelt down and licked it up. “Thank You, Your Supremacy,” she said again.
“Kiss my feet,” He said. She kissed them both, and thanked Him again.
His cock was still rock solid.
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