All the Power: Kaelyn’s Story, Pt. 1 [Str8] [M, lots of Fs] [Mdom] [collaboration with u/ParvitasRose]

*The following is the first part of a collaborative storytelling effort between the lovely u/ParvitasRose and myself, set in the “All the Power” universe. I am posting it here with her permission. For more information on the “All the Power” universe, you can click on my profile or a link that I will post in the comments.*

*It tells the story of Kaelyn, a Queen of The Isle, a Subject Kingdom, who runs afoul of the all-powerful His Supremacy when she does not turn up for the Term of Sacred Service when she is supposed to. Much of the background is established in the story. Due to length, I will have to divide it into several parts.*

*We hope you enjoy it! Feedback is welcome.*

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*ParvitasRose*

Queen Kaelyn, along with her husband, King Henrik, and a handful of Islish officials, ascended the stairs leading up to the central entrance of the Sacred Palace. Several guardians walked with them.

To say that Kaelyn was nervous would be an understatement — she felt as though her heart were about to beat right out of her chest. She had no idea what was to happen now, what punishment His Supremacy would have in store for her. What consequences she might face for not performing the Term of Sacred Service when she was supposed to.

Kaelyn had never wanted to take the throne. Ruling was never something that she set her sights on when she was a girl — if she’d had the choice, she would much have preferred to be left alone, with her books, than to be a queen. When her cousin, Jainee, had been crowned Queen of the Isle, Kaelyn hoped that this would be it. That Jainee would one day provide The Isle with necessary heirs, and in turn they would inherit the crown. Kaelyn would just be left alone.

Jainee’s rule lasted until His Supremacy came to The Isle, about seven or eight years prior. He had seen her cousin, liked what He saw, and taken Jainee in front of The Isle’s highest ranking nobles. Within a short space of time, queen Jainee was now a concubine, and The Isle needed a new leader.

The crown had then passed to Jainee’s younger sister, Collasa. Yet again, Kaelyn hoped that Collasa would not be taken into concubinage. A few years passed by of Collasa’s rule, and nothing of the sort happened. Kaelyn could almost breathe a sigh of relief — a relief made ever more palpable when Collasa served the Term of Sacred Service and was not taken as a concubine.

A few years into Collasa’s rule, though, a major flood occured that left many people homeless. Collasa had gone before His Supremacy, to beg for help. He had seen how beautiful she had become, and, yet again liking what He saw, took her as a concubine. Once more, The Isle was left without a monarch.

The crown then passed to Kaelyn’s father, king Daeryn. Knowing that his daughter ran the risk of being taken as a concubine if she ever performed the Term, Daeryn had done everything in his power to ensure that this did not happen. Kaelyn was his only heir; though Daeryn and his wife, queen Mariena had tried for a son in the years after Kaelyn was born, they were unsuccessful.

When Daeryn died, only mere months ago, the crown passed to Kaelyn. A crown that she had never really wanted, but had no choice but to take. Though she was a good leader, perhaps better than her cousins had ever been. Kind-hearted and gentle, she cared deeply for her people, and truly wanted the best for them. She was intelligent, well-read, and learned, yet knew what her limits were. She listened to her advisors, but knew her own mind and didn’t depend on them for everything.

Of course, Kaelyn thought, out of breath as she ascended the seemingly countless stairs, perhaps she ought to have listened to her advisors when they told her that skipping her turn on the Term of Sacred Service was a bad idea.

It had not been an easy decision, of that there was no doubt. A few months after Kaelyn was crowned queen, her mother had taken ill. Nobody knew what caused it, and though they had tried their best to heal her, Mariena seemed to go downhill rapidly. Within what seemed to be no time at all, she had become bedridden, unable to do anything, even feed herself, without help.

They all knew there was little time. Nobody said it out loud, but the feeling in The Isle’s castle became ever more somber. Kaelyn promised herself that she would be right there, by her mother’s side, until the end. Just as her mother had always been there for her.

Of course, being a newly crowned monarch, Kaelyn was expected to perform the Term when The Isle’s turn next came up. Her father was not around to prevent it from happening, she knew that. She knew that there could be no getting around it this time.

Yet… her mother was dying. Her mother, who had been there for her, loved her, protected her, gave so much for her. Her mother, who had sat and read to her when she was a little girl, instilling Kaelyn’s love for books into her. If she chose to perform the Term, then her mother would be dead when she got back. There was no denying it — Mariena would not survive to the end of the week, much less for the length of a Term.

It had been an agonizing decision, and one that caused a lot of sleepless nights. Did she perform the Term as was expected of her, and leave her mother to die? Or did she choose her family over His Supremacy, and stay at home?

Her advisors and servants told her to go. She had no choice, they had said. His Supremacy would notice that she was not there, and when He did, Kaelyn would no doubt be punished for intransigence.

Kaelyn hated how difficult the choice was. It shouldn’t have been. This was her mother, her family. She should have been able to stay home without this constant mental torment. She knew that she would never forgive herself if she abandoned her dying mother now. Even if she lived to be a hundred, she knew that the guilt would have always haunted her.

So she stayed. She sent some other, high ranking Islish officials and nobles to perform the Term in her stead, and she remained by her mother’s side. The idea that His Supremacy would notice that she wasn’t there did cross her mind, she would be lying if she said that it didn’t. In fact, a few days after she had made the decision not to go, Kaelyn had worried that she might be summoned before His Supremacy, made to answer for not coming during the Changing of the Term as she was expected to. ‘He won’t notice,’ she had told herself, ‘just look at how many people perform each Term. There’s no way that He’ll notice I’m not there. It’ll be okay.’

Those words became almost a mantra of hers. She forced herself to push any worries to the back of her mind — easier said than done — and focused on making sure her mother’s last days were as comfortable as possible.

After a painful struggle with her illness, Mariena eventually slipped away. Kaelyn had been right by her side, holding her hand and whispering a teary goodbye as her mother closed her eyes and breathed her last.

The Isle’s term passed, and Kaelyn thought she was in the clear. Maybe, as she had promised herself, His Supremacy hadn’t noticed she wasn’t there. It seemed almost too good to be true, and it was. The Islish term servants had returned, and informed her that she had been summoned to go before His Supremacy at the Sacred Palace.

So here she was. Her heart thudding, sweat forming on her palms, worried about what fate awaited her. Noticing her discomfort, Henrik reached out and gently took his wife’s hand, intertwining their fingers.

“It’ll be okay, my love,” he said gently, rubbing the back of her hand in an attempt to soothe her. “Don’t worry, everything will work out.”

Kaelyn wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that it would be alright. But Henrik’s words were little more than empty comfort. She had disobeyed His Supremacy. There was no way she could get out of this without punishment. She could only hope that whatever happened wouldn’t be too bad.

Finally, the procession reached the top of the stairs. She thought those stairs would never end. Ahead of them, she saw the five hundred foot tall golden door — the entrance to the Sacred Palace. She craned her neck looking up at it. It was taller than any other door she’d ever seen in her life.

Kaelyn gulped, and her grip on Henrik’s hand tightened. She looked around at the rest of the Islish people with her, her gaze coming to rest on Neveah and Brielle. They were twins, both beautiful and incredibly voluptuous. They were twins, daughters of a noble lord in The Isle. Kaelyn had, after much painful deliberation, made the decision to bring them with her, to offer them as claims for His Supremacy.

He liked Islish women, Kaelyn was aware of that. She was also aware that she needed to bring a substantial claim, to make up for not attending the Term when she should have. Merely bringing along something like a piece of the crown jewels would not be enough. She would offer each of these women as claims to His Supremacy, and hopefully He would be pleased by them.

Although, viewing Neveah and Brielle as claims made her feel guilty. They were people, and Kaelyn hated that she had to put them into this position. She wished that there could be some other way. But there wasn’t. She knew that. She had to think about the wellbeing of her country as a whole. Who knew what His Supremacy could, and would, do?

Kaelyn was aware that often the elite would offer up their women to His Supremacy, to take as concubines if He so desired. She had to do this.

The queen wished she could read Brielle and Naveah’s minds, to know what they were thinking. Neither they, nor their father, had voiced any concerns or misgivings when she had told them she would be presenting them as claims. Still… she couldn’t help but to wonder if either of them had thoughts on this. She wondered if they wanted it, or were they just going along with it because she was their queen.

She wanted to apologize to them, for forcing them into this position. The words would not come to her, though, and she was not even sure what she would say. Instead, her stomach churning, she turned her gaze from them, and looked up at the massive door once again.

Even the sight of that door made her feel small. It made her feel as though she was nothing, as though she was little more than a bug, or piece of dirt. Hundreds of men were standing, tethered to it. At the sound of a trumpet, they began to walk forward, straining, heaving to open the doors.

Kaelyn noticed that many of them were grimacing, sweat dripped down their face, many were grunting with the effort that they were surely putting in. Part of her felt sorry for them; this did not look like an easy task. She wondered why this was necessary. Surely there could have been a different way to open the door?

But she did not have much time to think about that, as the doors opened with a deafening roar. Kaelyn flinched; she did not expect it to be ( that ) loud. She took a deep breath, trying to steel herself, and stepped through the door.

Before her was the largest room that she had ever seen in her life. The walls were adorned with friezes and frescoes, some depicted His Supremacy’s conquests over the world, with various subjects prostrating themselves before Him. Others, she noted, were quite vulgar. They showed His Supremacy being pleasured by his concubines and Queen Priestesses.

Kaelyn wasn’t sure what to think of them. She wasn’t sure if she ( should ) think anything of them. It wasn’t as though her opinion mattered, was it? Still, they were beautiful, she had to admit that. How long had they taken to create? How many people had labored to ensure these frescoes were done to painstaking perfection?

She and her companions continued walking. Not once had she relinquished her grip on Henrik’s hand. Sometimes, when he’d notice her trepidation, he would whisper, “it’ll be okay” in her ear. Kaelyn tried to force herself to believe that.

They reached another massive, golden door. This one also had several hundred men tied to it, and it opened with the same straining, heaving effort:

The Islish delegation entered the Sacred Throne Room.

Kaelyn had never seen a room like this. She had heard rumors about it before. Collasa had mentioned it before, in one or two of the letters she had written home. Her cousin had tried to explain how massive it was, but it did not seem she had done it justice. Kaelyn did not know if anyone ever ( could ).

The Isle’s royal castle could have fit into this room multiple times, and there would still be room left over. Light shined in from the roof, bathing it in a soft glow. Hundreds of thousands of people filled the floor, prostrating themselves towards the distant figure on the Sacred Throne.

Finally letting go of Henrik’s hand, Kaelyn compelled herself to walk forward. Part of her wanted to run. She wished that she could turn around, sprint out of that room, and never, ever go back. She wanted to go far, far away from this place, to go somewhere where His Supremacy would never find her.

She had never felt so small in her entire life. Each step she took towards the massive, two hundred foot stairs to the Sacred Throne, she seemed to be weighed down by the force of her own powerlessness. How many people were here? How many people were bowing down to His Supremacy in this room? This room created for that sole purpose. How much power could He possibly hold?

The procession continued. Every step felt as though she was been weighed down with lead, as though she was trying to walk through mud or quicksand. Eventually, they reached the stairs. It was filled with nude, female bodies, all prostrate. As was expected of her, Kaelyn bowed down, prostrating herself at the foot of the stairs.

Henrik, Neveah, Brielle and the rest of the Islish delegation followed suit, all bowing down at the foot of the steps. For what seemed to be forever, they remained there, awaiting further instruction.

Then, from high above them, a female voice called out — one of the Queen Priestesses, saying that they could approach the Sacred Throne. Slowly, Kaelyn pulled herself onto the first step, on her hands and knees. The rest of her companions followed behind her. Then she ascended to the second step, the third, the fourth, the fifth, and so on. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, and she felt so, so nervous. As she ascended the stairs, crawling, part of her worried that she might fall. One wrong move and she would go tumbling to the ground below.

Eventually, they reached the top.

His Supremacy sat atop the Sacred Throne — which was probably worth a thousand times more than the Isle’s entire treasury. The Queen Priestesses Anya and Seri knelt before him, pleasuring him. Laetitia and Frenessa were perched on the arms of the throne, naked, looking down at Kaelyn.

Kaelyn’s back, legs, arms and knees were aching. She wanted to stand up, or at least pull herself into a sitting position. She didn’t, though. She couldn’t. She simply bowed down, her knees and chin touching the ground, awaiting further instruction.

*thisismyname111*

His Supremacy sat on the Sacred Throne as the Islish delegation bowed down towards Him. He glanced at them, but paid them little mind, as Anya and Seri pleasured Him.

The cushions He sat upon were made of the finest, rarest silks. They consisted of layers of them meshed together, creating a dense web, solid but very plush. Much of the throne consisted of fused, sculpted, ruby, giving it a red, almost sensuous, glow. It was inlaid with other rare stones, sometimes infused within the ruby and sometimes studded upon it – emeralds, jade, diamonds. Many of these were taken from the crown jewels of places that His Supremacy had conquered. Places His Supremacy now ruled. Places His supremacy now owned.

The cushions felt like a cloud, soft, firm, and silky. His Supremacy sat back, gazing down at the sea of worshippers, gazing down at the women who were also His. His cock was firmly ensconced in Anya’s warm, wet mouth, as Seri devotedly licked His balls. He placed His hand on Anya’s head for a moment, and then took it away. “Ahh, that feels good,” He said, as Anya gagged loudly.

This continued for over 20 minutes. To Kaelyn, it felt like an eternity. Her nervousness gave way to full-on panic, and as sweat pooled on her palms she began to jitter slightly. She tried to control, hoping no one would notice, which only made the panic worse. Her mouth felt dry, horse.

“Mmmm, that’s nice,” His Supremacy moaned. The room was eerily silent despite being filled with people. The complete control that He had over all of them, over the entire situation, was overwhelming. They would stay here, bowing down, for weeks, if He didn’t get up and leave. And right now, He was in no rush.

Eventually, He tapped Frenessa’s back, a signal to her to walk over to Kaelyn. Frenessa went and stood directly over Kaelyn, glaring down at her dismissively.

“Why did you not perform the Term of Sacred Service last month?,” Frenessa asked in a harsh tone.

Kaelyn opened her mouth to respond, but she couldn’t form the words. Full-blown panic had set in.

“Why, girl? Why? You must answer me!,” Frenessa nearly shouted.

On some level, Kaelyn knew that that was no way to talk to a queen, but she did not feel like a queen here. She opened her parched mouth, and again tried to form the words. She failed. Her jitters grew worse, her head and heart felt like they were pounding on the floor.

Frenessa kicked Kaelyn’s side as she bowed there. Kaelyn was startled and humiliated, but was shocked back into something closer to coherence. “Why did you not perform the term, girl?,” Frenessa asked again, scowling.

“Because…because my mother was ill,” Kaelyn finally said. “She was dying. She’s dead now. You may know my father passed just a few months ago. I had to be with her.” She paused. “Your worshipfulness.” She felt completely out of breath just saying these few sentences.

His Supremacy gestured for Frenessa to return to Him. She walked – strutted, really – back to the Sacred Throne. He rubbed her breasts when she sat down, and she cooed with delight.

Laetitia, still sitting on the throne, addressed Kaelyn, glaring at her. “You realize that your purpose it to serve and please His Supremacy?,” she asked, less harshly than Frenessa but still in a displeased manner.

“Yes, your worshipfulness,” Kaelyn replied. She knew that Queen Priestesses had a term of address from Collasa’s letters, and she was careful to use it.

“And you realize that the Term of Sacred Service is the best opportunity you will ever have to realize your purpose? You should have joyfully thanked Him for the chance to serve.”

“Yes…yes, your worshipfulness. I do exist to serve and please His Supremacy.” Kealyn didn’t fully believe that, but she was telling Laetitia what Laetitia wanted to hear. She wanted to get this over with, desperately, she was still a bundle of nerves. But – in this moment, in this place, it almost seemed like it had to be true.

Several more minutes went by in silence, with the only noise being Anya’s gags. Finally, His Supremacy spoke. “Why did you not have the Islish delegation to the term inform me of this?,” He said.

Kaelyn had to strain to hear Him. Was He being merciful? Was there a shard of humanity there behind all of this? She couldn’t hardly tell the truth – that she was afraid of His reaction and simply hoped He wouldn’t notice – so she lied. Sort of. “Thank you, Your Supremacy. All things fall to their knees before your endless greatness. I…I know that my purpose is to serve and please you. I did not wish to displease you. I never wish to displease you. Thank you, Your Supremacy.” Her answer was a jumble, and the real reason was simple: she was afraid. Her panic began rising again, as she was now interacting directly with Him.

“Ahhh…you do exist to serve and please me….it is true that you betrayed your true purpose.”

Now’s the time, Kaelyn thought. “Thank you, Your Supremacy. I humbly request permission to respond, Your Supremacy. Thank you, Your Supremacy.”

A few more minutes passed, each one seeming longer than the last to Kaelyn. “Granted,” His Supremacy said, enveloped in comfort and pleasure, not even looking at her.

“Thank you, Your Supremacy. I will always be grateful that you have seen fit to allow me to grovel before you. I have two claims for you, as tokens of my goodwill, of the Isle’s goodwill. They are two of our best women, Niveah and Brille. They are great beauties, and while they may be unworthy of you, you can derive much pleasure from them. They are already yours, as all things are yours, but we beg that you may claim them, although they are not worthy of you, as all things are not worthy of you. Thank you, Your Supremacy.” Kaelyn’s heart and head were pounding again. She hated that she had to do this.

His Supremacy glanced at Niveah and Brielle, and ordered them both to stand and strip. He ordered them to come to Him, and He pulled them in, feeling His way around their curves. He then ordered them both to kneel before Him, and ordered Niveah to suck His cock. Brielle bowed down to the side, and Anya thanked Him.

He pushed Niveah’s head down. “Ahh, that’s good, deeper,” He said. She choked and squirmed visibly. “I am giving you an awesome gift, Niveah.” His hand was still on her head. “A moment of transcendence.”

He looked directly at Kaelyn as He said this, sending a shock through her already-frayed system. The look terrified Kaelyn, too. Did He want…me?, she thought. She wanted to reach out and grab Henrik’s hand, but she knew she couldn’t.

Seven or eight more minutes passed. Niveah’s gags were a louder and more frequent than Anya’s, but it made no difference to His Supremacy. He sat calmly, enjoying her mouth, dominating it effortlessly.

And he glanced at Kaelyn a few times. Finally, he ordered Kaelyn to come before Him. She crawled to Him, and bowed down directly in front of where Niveah and Seri were kneeling. She gazed up at Him, though this time He wasn’t looking at her. Pure power, power without limit. She wondered what it was like, but was ashamed of herself for wondering. For a moment, she thought He was going to order her to strip and suck His cock, too, but He didn’t. He merely moved His right foot, which was resting on a cushion, to the side.

The cushion for the bottom of His foot made an impression on Kaelyn. Everyone else – her, Niveah, literally everyone – had their knees and bodies on cold marble.

“His Supremacy has commanded you to kiss the bottom of His foot, girl,” Frenessa suddenly barked. “This is a great privilege. I hope you know you’re unworthy of it.”

Slowly, Kaelyn moved her face towards the bottom of His foot, careful not to bump into Niveah. She kissed the bottom of it. He angled His foot downward, pushing her face against the floor, resting on it.

“I…ahhh…I accept this claim,” His Supremacy said of Niveah. “The other girl can be a Blessed Servant.”

Kaelyn tried to thank Him, as she must, but she let out a few muffled words and then gave up. His foot pressed down harder on her face, contorting it, forcing it against the cold marble. His Supremacy sighed in pleasure as Niveah gagged.

*ParvitasRose*

In Kaelyn’s mind, eternity seemed to pass as she kneeled there, her cheek angled to the ground, lips touching the bottom of His Supremacy’s foot, her face contorted. The only sounds came from Niveah’s frequent gags and the occasional light moan from His Supremacy.

At one point, Niveah, her face beet red and struggling to breathe, tried to push up for air. She looked like she was truly struggling, Kaelyn thought. His Supremacy, however, merely pushed Niveah back down to the base of his cock, choking her.

“You have to stay like that, Niveah,” He said, barely above a whisper. “I… ahh, fuck… I am giving you true purpose. It… fuck… it does not matter that you can’t breathe. You have to stay like that.”

For how long? Kaelyn wondered. For how long would He make Niveah stay like that? Fifteen minutes? Thirty minutes? An hour? Two hours? Longer? She knew He could — and would — make Niveah remain like that, gagging, choking on his cock, for as long as He liked. He showed absolutely no regard for her. If He was aware of the discomfort that Niveah was in, then He most certainly did not care. His pleasure was more important than her ability to breathe.

Indeed, He did not even seem to care about Kaelyn, prostrate and kissing His foot. He angled His foot down upon her face as though it were furniture — as though her face existed for the same reason that those cushions did. She wondered how long He would make her stay that way. She could briefly hear Him ordering Anya to ‘prepare’ Niveah for Him, though she did not quite know what this meant — and her mind was too preoccupied to think much on it.

Eventually, He removed his foot from her face, and moved it back to the cushion it had been resting on. He looked at Kaelyn, then moved His left foot to the side of the cushion, and turned it on its side.

This time, Kaelyn needed no prompting, though she could still sense Frenessa glaring down at her. Again careful to not bump into Niveah, she angled her face to the side and kissed the bottom of His Supremacy’s foot. His Supremacy pressed his foot against her cheek, forcing it against the ground again.

Another few minutes passed like that, before He removed his foot from Kaelyn’s face and placed it back on the cushion. Though He had not instructed her to strip and suck Him off, as he had with Niveah, this was still, to her, a blinding display of power. What did it feel like, she wondered. What was it like to hold this much power over someone, to know that you could make them kiss your feet and grovel before you and that there was nothing in the world they could do to stop it?

Did it feel good? The thought crossed her mind for the briefest of seconds, before she pushed it away, almost ashamed to be thinking like that. She felt dazed — ashamed and worthless, yet envious at the same time. For a moment, she zoned out.

“Girl!”

Kaelyn was brought back to reality when Frenessa, leaning forward on the Throne, clicked her fingers in Kaelyn’s face, as though she were a dog or some other animal in need of training. Kaelyn flinched.

Girl. How many times had Frenessa called her that? Back on the Isle, where she was queen, she was ‘Your Grace’ — but here, she had never felt less like a queen. She had never felt more worthless.

Frenessa sneered. “His Supremacy has given you an awesome and wondrous gift by allowing you the privilege of kissing His feet,” she said. “You must thank him.”

Kaelyn gulped back her nerves, and glanced up at His Supremacy. “Thank you, Your Supremacy,” she said. Her throat felt dry, and her hands were shaking. She hoped no-one would notice. “Kissing your sacred feet is a privilege that the entire world should beg for. I… I am not worthy of this honor and will be eternally grateful that you have seen fit to grant this to me. Thank you, Your Supremacy.”

She wasn’t sure where that had come from. It was as though some unseen force had taken control of her brain, her mouth, and made those words come out.

His Supremacy, his cock still firmly in Niveah’s mouth, glanced in Kaelyn’s direction. “I have accepted your claim, Kaelyn,” he said, and sighed in pleasure. “I expect gratitude for that, too.”

It was hard to thank someone when their foot were pressed against your face, Kaelyn thought, though, of course, she did not dare to say such a thing out loud. Instead, she opted for the only thing that she ( could ) say:

“Thank you, Your Supremacy. You have done all of the Isle’s people a great honor by claiming what is rightfully yours. We are boundlessly grateful, and ashamed that there is not a greater way for us to express our devotion and gratitude towards you. Thank you, Your Supremacy.”

Yet again, His Supremacy did not reply, and she wondered if He had even heard her. He hadn’t even looked at her throughout the entire time she spoke those words, instead staring off into the distance. Some far, far corner of Kaelyn’s subconscious mind was aware that this was rude. She had always been taught that when a person speaks to you, the least common courtesy you should give was to look them in the eye.

But she dared not speak these thoughts aloud. What would, or could, she say? She was probably in more than enough trouble for not performing the term of Sacred Service. Best not to throw more fuel on that fire.

After what must have been forever to Niveah, His Supremacy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of his cock. Gasping for breath, her face red, tears welling in her eyes, Niveah thanked him, as she knew she must.

He did not even look at her once. “Crawl to that platform over there, Niveah.” He said, pointing a small marble platform at the edge of the stairs. “Kneel with your face down and your ass up.”

Niveah did as she was told. His Supremacy rose from the Sacred Throne and walked on the Golden Path to the platform. Anya, Frenessa, Seri, and Laetitia followed behind, crawling and reverently kissing the ground that He walked upon.

Kaelyn wasn’t sure if she was meant to follow — if she was meant to do anything. She remained prostrate, awaiting further instruction.

As for Niveah? She was shaking, trembling in fear. From the moment that Anya had inserted her lubricant covered fingers into her asshole, she knew what was soon to come. She had never been fucked in the ass before, and deep down she knew she would not like it.

His Supremacy slid the tip of his cock into Niveah’s asshole, eliciting a whimper from her. She looked out onto the assembled crowd of worshipers, the countless, groveling, prostrate thousands. She tried to think of something else, anything else, anything but this.

But, just as it is hard to think with a ten-inch cock forced down your esophagus, it was also increasingly difficult to think with a ten-inch cock shoved into your asshole. The only thing she could concentrate on was the pain — of which there was a lot. Her hands gripped at the edges of the platform, so tight that her knuckles turned white.

“I…” She moaned, her eyes watering. She made a choked, garbled sound that was almost akin to a sob.

“Ahh… fuck…” His Supremacy slapped Niveah’s ass, controlling her body as though she were little more than a clay figurine. “Ahhh, fuck, fuck, that feels so fucking good.”

Kaelyn could hear Niveah’s moans and cries of pain, and they made her feel sick. She had done this. She had put Niveah in this position. It was her fault that Niveah was hurting now, all her fault. She never should have brought her — or Brielle — along.

The guilt was overwhelming.

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His Supremacy slowed down for a moment, pushing His ten-inch cock into Niveah’s asshole as she quivered. He then pushed down and slapped her ass again. Her massive tits swung as He fucked her. He moved her body back and forth on His cock, manhandling it, controlling her ass with one hand as the other reached forward to grab her breasts.

Niveah had never been fucked in the ass before. She had never been fucked before – she was unmarried, though she had many suitors. “Oh, it’s so tight,” His Supremacy said as His cock carved its path through her, claiming what was His. He looked down at the hundred-thousand prostrate bodies below him, the two-thousand-plus beautiful nude women bowing down to Him on the stairs. He controlled His new woman. He could have anything.

Niveah began yelping like a madwoman as His Supremacy fucked her harder. Her eyes looked directly down to the sea of people bowing down to the man – the God – who was fucking her ass. She felt utterly defeated, dominated. And somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind she was…a little turned on by that. It was like a spark was lit. This was the only way to feel the full force of His power. Her yelps and squeals grew louder.

Kaelyn had turned around to bow down towards His Supremacy, but she saw nothing but His back. For half a second she forgot herself – He did have a nice backside. But then she heard Niveah’s desperate yelping. Why did Kaelyn have to do this to the poor girl?

But..was she actually starting to enjoy this, Kaelyn wondered. Sometimes it sounded that way, but it was impossible to tell – Niveah was clearly in pain. And even if she was starting to enjoy it – why did His Supremacy need more reason to think the world should bend to His will? It still felt wrong.

Just then, His Supremacy abruptly pulled out of Niveah and strode back to The Sacred Throne. Anya, Frenessa, Laetitia and Seri followed along, kissing the ground He walked on on the Golden Path. Niveah did the same.

He sat on the throne, this time with no one else there, the four girls bowing down to Him directly in front of Kaelyn. Kaelyn once more thought He might make Her suck it, and she glanced up at Him. He looked right at her, but addressed Niveah. His cock was enormous – nearly twice the size of Henrik’s – and Kaelyn shuddered to think of what it felt like in Niveah’s asshole.

“Did you think that you were worthy of the Great and Sacred Gift?,” His Supremacy said to Niveah, His cock still rock hard and pointing upwards.

“Thank you, Your Supremacy,” Niveah said, trembling. “You are all-powerful, Your Supremacy, the center and purpose of all things. I could never be worthy of the Great and Sacred Gift. No one can. There is nothing greater. Thank you, Your Supremacy.”

“Come back here and suck it, Niveah,” He said. She did as He commanded. Laetitia began licking His balls. The other girls remained bowing down.

Kaelyn could think just one thing: wasn’t that…just in her asshole? The guilt cut like a knife.

His Supreamcy sprawled out on the throne, choking Niveah with His cock. “You should think about how unworthy you are, Niveah,” He said. He knew it was true: literally thousands of women would gladly trade places with her right now, in an instant. He could do anything He wanted to any of them. He could do anything He wanted to anyone.

His Supremacy relaxed and seemed almost asleep at times. Niveah’s frequent loud gags echoed through the mind-bogglingly enormous room. A good half an hour went by like that. Nothing happened at all. Nothing mattered but that His Supremacy’s cock was getting exactly what it wanted. Kaelyn felt insignificant just being there.

“Fuck,” His Supremacy suddenly said casually. “Fuck, stay down Niveah.” He firmly placed His hands on her head as He began to cum. His orgasm overwhelmed her, it lasted for nearly four minutes, a pool spilled on to the floor, it came out of her nose. Kaelyn was shellshocked, her guilt compounded. When it was finally over, Niveah thanked Him profusely and He ordered her and Laetitia to lick the pool of cum off the floor.

Kaelyn suddenly began to notice how very achy she was. She had no idea how long she had been bowing down. She also had no idea what her punishment would be, or if she would keep her crown.

His Supremacy stood up from the throne. “The Islish delegation, except Niveah and Brielle, may follow me, along with the Queen Priestesses Anya, Laetitia, Karina and Tessara,” He said. He turned and walked behind the throne and off to the side. Kaelyn, Henrik, the four Queen Priestesses, and the five Islish officials who had accompanied the royal couple followed Him. All of them crawled.

They exited the throne room from a small side door. When they were out of it, He gave them all permission to stand – except Kaelyn, who remained crawling. They walked past some guardians and term servants and entered a large wooden platform connected to a series of pulleys and levers. When they were all on it, a term servant moved a lever with a heave and they began to descend.

They emerged in a large hallway running alongside the throne room. In front of them was one of His Supremacy’s mobile thrones. It wasn’t the Sacred Throne, but it was still quite plush and impressive. Eight term servants and an equivalent number of guardians were bowing down towards Him beside. The moment He stepped onto it, the Queen Priestesses bowed down, and the rest of them followed.

After a few moments, He said “Let us go. Kaelyn must continue to crawl.” The term servants lifted up the mobile throne with a heave, and off they went.

The small party walked down the wide hallway, then turned down another. They walked down a broad flight of stairs, then through another corridor, only slightly less wide. They passed door after door, passgeway after passageway, and Kaelyn wondered what was behind all of them. She also felt like she was about to collapse on the floor.

After turning down another staircase, they emerged outside. The late-afternoon sun was refreshing. They followed a path through a thick garden, then turned into a building, down another corridor and a flight of stairs. They emerged outside again, and passed a fountain and a pond filled with water lillies and a clutch of exotic trees. Finally, after nearly an hour of walking, they emerged into a large, but not gigantic, dining room.

The room’s windows and doors were open to let in the fresh air. It was starkly different from the Sacred Throne room; it was impressive and beautiful but human-scale and pleasant. When they arrived, six concubines, and a smattering of Servants, were already bowing down.

His Supremacy sat at the head of a long table. After a moment, He said “you may rise” and everyone took their seats. Except Kaelyn. She was commanded to crawl next to wear He sat, and remain bowing down towards Him.

The four Queen Priestesses sat directly in front of His Supremacy, two on either side. Next to them were the six Islish officials, including Henrik. Next to them were four other guests: the Lord Mayor of New Cortium, the Chief Estate Servant, and two Servants from the Temple Grounds on the Sacred Estate.

Six concubines – Alesksa, Edea, Jainee, Valurea, Bettany and Tetenia – lined up behind where He sat, all of them naked. He quickly ordered Edea and Valurea to suck His cock. For a few minutes, nothing else happened, and an awkward silence prevailed at the table as His Supremacy was pleasured.

He then called Alekska to Him. She scurried off after receiving His command, and returned moments later with a plate of bread and cheese. She ostentatiously served His Supremacy before the others and thanked Him for the privilege. The rest of them could now eat.

*To be continued…*

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