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Commission: The Sato Dynasty
🕑 Added 2019-07-01 16:29:43 +0000 UTCYears after Avatar Korra was poisoned and disappeared, the four nations have fallen under the control of a ruthless empress. Corrupted by a malevolent spirit, Asami Sato reigns with an iron fist, given power beyond anyone in history. Naturally her first order of business is to build herself a harem of the four nation's most eligible Milfs, twisting them into loyal breeding slaves to secure her legacy.
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“Please…”
The sound of quiet crying echoed through the imperial palace.
“Please? Are we begging now, Kuvira? My my, how disappointing.”
A woman’s trembling figure glanced up from her position on the floor, teary green eyes darting over the lounging figure of her empress.
“I… I was only trying to h... help my…”
The empress raised a single hand for silence.
“Hush now, Great Uniter, I’m tired of your whimpering.”
“But… ah!”
The empress lashed out and slapped Kuvira viciously, silencing her with a sharp squeak.
“I… said… hush.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“There we go. Now… once again you’ve failed me, it’s becoming a habit of yours. I must wonder if you just want to lose. It certainly seems so, and I have little patience for failure as it is. Tell me, why shouldn’t I just kill you and be done with it?”
Kuvira raised her head slowly, trembling on her knees at the foot of the throne. The bright, burning palm-print glowing on her cheek marring her beautiful features, as did the tears streaming down her face. She opened her mouth to speak before sobbing, lowering herself to the ground, pressing her forehead to the cold metal floor as her hands moved forwards, pressing flat as well. “M… mercy, my empress… I beg you… mercy.” She whimpered, “I… I d… don’t want t… to die… I’ll make it up to you… I…ghulk!”
A sharp, smooth swish sounded, silencing the once-great general’s blubbering in an instant. Kuvira gagged wetly on the metal tendril embedded in her throat, trembling and sobbing as she was forced up onto her feet.
“Get her out of my sight.” The empress sighed, snapping her fingers
Two guards quickly grabbed the one-time general and dragged her away, still choking on the metal snake wrapped around her throat.
The empress sighed quietly and waved her hand to dismiss her court. Usually she quite enjoyed a good execution, particularly when her victims sobbed and trembled like Kuvira had, but the dismal failure of the earth-nation leader had tainted any joy she could have derived from relieving Kuvira of her head. Another twirl of her wrist and the floor shifted, swallowing up both the corpse and head of her previous victim, and sealing over them, leaving nothing to suggest the floor had every been anything but sheer metal. She glanced down and sighed, spotting a few dark red spots on her gown.
“Maid, I need a new robe, run along and fetch one.” She called, sinking back down into her throne and crossing her legs.
“At once, my empress.” The maid nodded, disappearing down the corridor and leaving the empress alone. She sighed and brushed a hand over her hair, exhausted.
“You look so concerned my empress.” A soft cooing voice said to her side.
“Do you want to bring her back and kill her?” a second purred, “I know you love a beheading.”
The empress smiled tiredly and looked down at her favourite concubines. Lin and Suyin Beifong beamed lovingly up at her, deep green eyes and black-painted lips and soft silver hair all styled very particularly to please her, it was succeeding as well. she shook her head and leant down a little, cupping Lin’s cheek and stroking her thumb over her scar. The older woman’s lashes fluttered at her touch, her mouth letting a soft moan escape. The older woman was by far one of the empress’ favourite pets, second only to the one currently napping in her chambers. Her sister was, of course, quite lovely as well, but Lin had an exotic air of danger about her that made her simply delicious.
“I certainly do, but Kuvira’s failures have rather spoiled my mood.” She said, “and how are you this afternoon?” Lin blushed and rose up on her knees, presenting her lean, muscular body to her empress, or, that is to say, lean and muscular save for her immense pregnant belly and milk-bloated breasts. Her entire form was encased up to the neck in a sleek chrome sheath, clinging to her body like paint from the nubs of her nipples to the cleft of her sex.
“Our child has been kicking, my empress.” She grinned, stroking over her metal-coated stomach. “I think she’s eager to meet you.”
“My baby has been kicking too.” Suyin added, pushing herself up beside her sister, desperate for attention as always. “Touch my belly mistress and you’ll feel him I’m sure!”
“Hush Suyin.” The empress sighed, freezing the older woman in place with a single finger, hardening the metal that encased her body. “Lin, tell me, what do you think of Kuvira’s failure?”
“I think it is awful my empress.” Lin purred, shamelessly pressing her lips to her empress’ hand, “She certainly deserved to die for it.” the empress raised a black brow and allowed herself a small smile.
“And your tactical appraisal?”
“I think that the equalists need to be put down, my empress.” Lin blushed, “I think that we should execute all our prisoners, publicly. And raze their bases.”
“But won’t that just make people more scared? Wouldn’t it be better if mfff!” Suyin was silenced as the empress bent her metal leotard upwards, fully encasing her mouth and nose. Lin glanced over in alarm as Suyin stared, bug-eyed at the empress, her face growing redder until the empress released her. She gasped and wheezed for air, tears welling in her eyes as she shivered.
“Apologise for second-guessing my lin.” The empress hissed.
“I… I’m sorry… lin.” Suyin gasped, her bottom lip trembling.
“Good girl.” The empress purred, standing and stroking her hands over both women’s hair as she passed, stepping down the dais her throne sat upon to meet her maid. Her sharp golden eyes looked challengingly into the maid’s blue and she smiled, baring her pointed teeth. The maid blushed and averted her gaze, meekly presenting a soft, white dress to the empress. “What is this?”
“Your robe, my empress.” The maid mumbled.
“Oh?”
“It’s the one you wore to your last birthday, my empress.” The maid explained weakly, “The one woven with platinum threads?”
“Do you think I can’t remember my own birthday, maid?” The empress asked quietly.
“O… of course not, my empress.” The maid said shaking her head, “I just… I assumed you wanted me to explain myself, my empress.”
“Assuming what I want is a dangerous game.” The empress hissed calmly, a small smile on her face. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes, my empress.” The maid mumbled, hanging her head. The empress chuckled and tapped her chin playfully.
“Good girl.” She smiled, “Now, I’m in the mood for a drive, come along.” The empress twirled her wrist and bent a long, sleek leash from the heavy collar clasped around the maid’s dark throat. “I do enjoy showing the people their avatar. Seeing just how far she’s fallen, perhaps I shall even let them touch you today? Their great avatar Korra, a meek, submissive slut for the true empress of this world. would you enjoy that?”
“Yes, my empress.” Korra groaned miserably, hands tugging at the short black skirt that comprised her maid’s uniform along with a small black bra. Naturally her outfit had been designed by the empress as well, giving her the illusion of modesty whilst still displaying most of her tits, legs and toned midriff.
“That’s what I like to hear.” The empress purred, stripping as she walked and allowing her robe to flutter to the ground carelessly. She had servants to clean up after her after all. Korra hurried after her, knowing that the empress would certainly not slow if she fell behind, and if she tripped as the collar pulled her… she shuddered miserably and glanced over her shoulder to where Lin and Suyin where lounging beside the empress’ throne.
“M… my empress?” she asked nervously.
“What have I told you about keeping silent unless spoken to, maid?” the empress replied coldly, giving the collar a sharp yank, making Korra choke and stumble awkwardly closer for fear of falling.
“S… sorry, my empress.” She wheezed.
“I’m so very tired of hearing that word.” The empress hissed angrily, more to herself than the bound water-tribe warrior. “why do you all think I shall simply forget your failures when you throw it at me?”
“I… I think… people are just scared… my empress.”
The empress wrinkled her nose and yanked the leash once again, bringing the avatar toppling over, collapsing onto the floor. Korra let out a dull grunt as her head was stopped about a half-metre off the ground, her upper body dangling from the empress’ leash. “fear.” The empress spat, “pathetic, it’s a wonder how any of you mongrels ever get anything done with all your cowering. You don’t see me letting fear control me, see me crying and whimpering and blubbering like a runt child.”
“Ghak.” Korra managed, clawing at the collar as it choked her. The empress looked down and sighed, letting the leash slack a little and watching as Korra flopped onto the floor, wheezing weakly.
“Up.”
Korra looked at her and slowly pushed herself up onto her feet, rubbing her bruised throat reproachfully. The empress paused for a moment, looking at the tears in the avatar’s eyes. She felt a moment of weakness, a faint echo in her heart from when, long, long ago she’d cared about the woman before her. It passed quickly. Her thoughtful expression returned to it’s usual sneer and she spun on her heel and, still nude, marched down the steps into the entrance hall of the imperial palace. She twisted her wrist and lifted Korra up effortlessly, bending the metal bracelets and collar and piercings scattered over Korra’s chiselled brown body upwards.
“Run along and start up my favourite car, and make sure your frame has been properly installed, I don’t want you falling out again.” She commanded, tossing the avatar like a ragdoll down to the bottom of the stairs. The avatar staggered to her feet and nodded, bowing reluctantly and hobbling away to the garage on a twisted ankle. The empress smiled as she left, snapping her fingers for one of her other servants. There were always a half-dozen following her about, she barely noticed them most of the time. “Phone.” She demanded, holding out her hand.
It took a few moments, but the servant scampered up with the machine. She scowled at the wretched thing for good measure before holding it up. “Opal darling, come down here, I’m leaving the palace.”
“At once, my empress.” Her favourite general purred. The empress smiled and tossed the phone over her shoulder, successfully hitting a servant and raising a squeak of pain. She snapped her fingers and two more servants scurried closer, taking her robe and dressing her with the sort of quick efficiency she’d beaten into all her staff.
By the time opal sauntered in she was fully dressed, standing impatiently by the immense, grand doors to the palace. Like Lin and Suyin, Opal was sheathed in metal, clinging to her curves like silver paint, essentially naked save for the rich red cloak fastened about her collar. Everything from her toes to her butt to her small, perky breasts was encased, all the way up to her jawline. She smiled and bowed low to her empress, giggling as she was moved about to present her tits by the empress’ bending. It was nothing new, the empress had made a point of dressing her court in metal, from the staff to her concubines, everyone was easily manipulated, if not executed, with little more than a wave of the empress’ hand. Unlike some, Opal revelled in her mistress’ control of her body, surrendering her own bending of the suit gleefully.
“You’ve kept me waiting, opal.” The empress purred, pulling the younger girl closer. “I assume there’s a reason?”
“Of course, my empress.” Opal mewled as her suit pressed inwards, slipping into her sex and moulding to perfectly fit her. “I was interrogating an equalist, she was being… very uncooperative.” The empress chuckled and released the girl. The young metal bender had a habit of hate-fucking her victims in between torturing them.
“And did you get what I want from her?”
“Not her.” Opal grinned, “Her little sister, I made her watch. She was very helpful when I said I’d interrogate her next.” The empress’ lips curled into a slight smile and she turned on her heel, striding through the doors to the palace and down the steps into the courtyard, where a long, sleek car was waiting, humming quietly. Opal let out a cruel little giggle as she saw Korra.
The avatar was strapped to an x frame that was fixed to the back of the car, her limbs pulled wide and her strong, muscled belly straining as she was stretched out uncomfortably. The empress had been sure to keep Korra’s physique intact since she’d captured her, though perhaps ‘captured’ was to grand a word for simply picking a bloody and beaten avatar out of some miserable little bending club in the earth kingdom. A brutal exercise regime had kept Korra in shape, and, the empress suspected, contributed to her clinging on to her sanity. Beyond her body, Korra’s hair and clothes, when she was permitted to wear them, were also carefully chosen to remind her of her place. Her hair had grown longer and been re-styled into the classic water-tribe ponytail she’d worn when first coming to republic city, all the better to humiliate her.
“My there’s a pretty sight.” The empress purred, slipping into the car and dancing her fingers over the steering wheel. “Let’s see how the people feel about the Avatar that abandoned them.”
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The empress chuckled to herself as Korra fell limply onto the floor from the car, her body smeared with rotten fruit and god knows what else. She was crying of course, not even trying to push herself up, pathetic. Opal hopped down and cracked her knuckles, stepping deliberately on the avatar’s spine as she walked to the empress’ side. “Thank you, my empress, I love it when you take me out.”
“Hmm, you love the rumours the rabble spin about you and I.” the empress smirked wryly. “Now run along, I want the equalists crushed by year’s end and you have prisoners to attend to.” Opal pouted slightly before smiling broadly and bowing low. The empress raised a brow and waved her hand, lifting Opal and pushing her back a few metres. “Go.”
“At once. My apologies your eminence.”
The empress sneered. It seemed even her favourite general wasn’t immune to apologising to her rather than simply doing her job correctly. She sighed and brushed some inky hair from her brow. She always loved driving out around her empire, seeing her subject’s adoring faces and hearing their cheers for her, and their mocking jeers for the avatar. Still, the smell of the city was intolerable, and as usual it had seeped into her every pore. A shower was in order.
She paused quietly outside her private chambers, listening with amusement to her pets frolicking within. She closed her eyes and reached out silently, finding the metals her concubines were swaddled in before lifting them up without warning. Amused shrieks and giggling reached her ears and she stepped inside, smiling to her girls as they squirmed and grinned down at her.
“Good afternoon, darlings.” The empress drawled, walking into her chambers proper and dropping neatly into her second throne, a softer, more comfortable chair than her official state-seat. “I trust you’ve all been behaving?”
“Yes mistress.” Her girls sang. She chuckled and released them, letting them drop lightly to the floor.
“Where are Lin and Suyin?” she asked, looking around.
“They’re being seen to by the doctors, my empress.” Izumi replied, draping herself over the empress’s arm. “A routine check-up, you ordered it last week.”
“Of course.” The empress smiled, petting the older woman’s soft cheek with a gloved hand. Izumi was the oldest of her conquests. Former firelord, daughter of Zuko, mother to two of the empress’s biggest pains, and soon mother to an heir for the empress herself. The empress purred and fingered her pointed chin, admiring Izumi’s startling eyes as they shone at her from behind her dainty spectacles. “And I trust you’ve been keeping that lover of yours in check?”
“Kya knows her place, my mistress.” Izumi chuckled, “she’s been ever so excited about having your child, it is all she’ll talk about anymore.” The empress nodded slowly.
“That is good, it’s a great honour to have been seeded by the empress of all.” She reminded the willowy firebender. Izumi blushed and brushed some greying hair behind her ear.
“I know that, my empress, I am truly honoured to have my womb blessed by you.” She mumbled, “but it is a little… wearing.”
“I’m sure you’ll manage.” The empress laughed. “I intend to keep breeding a few of you, once I have heirs to inherit my throne, I’ve grown to love seeing you all fat and round and submissive.” Izumi blushed darkly and bit her lip, hands stroking over her belly.
“Please, my empress. Pick me, I want to feel like this forever.” She mewled pleadingly, kissing the empress’ fingers one by one.
“I’ll consider it.” the empress smiled fondly. “Now run along and play.” Izumi bowed as low as she could manage with her belly and scampered away to join the others. The empress sighed contentedly and crossed her legs, enjoying the quiet chattering and giggling of her women.
She had trained them well, both physically and mentally, to be the perfect harem. Until she was satisfied with them, they wore their traditional nation garb, to both humiliate them and build distain for their cultural roots and forced to serve her other girls. When she was satisfied, they were taken to her bed, fucked within an inch of insanity, and then prepared for their new lives of luxury.
She’d picked out the outfits herself, specifically to please and amuse her. Their breasts were held by two tear-drop-shaped cups, hiding their nipples and providing a little support, but almost no coverage. Their arms were sheathed in long, smooth gloves up to their elbows, their legs in stockings that came to their mid-thighs. Aside from underwear so tiny they may as well not have worn anything, the only other thing they had to cover themselves were thin, semi-transparent loincloths that draped just shy of their knees both at the front and back. She allowed them the freedom to wear their hair as they liked as well as their jewellery, mostly because it amused her to see how they tried to vie for her attention with what little individualism they could muster.
Izumi, for example, wore heavy gold and ruby earrings, and similar piercings through her nose and navel. She’d also recently taken to wearing gold and bejewelled glasses as well, it amused the Empress to see, but also intrigued her as to just where Izumi was getting them. She shrugged softly, seeing the mature women fighting over her was positively adorable. Her old self, the foolish girl she’d once been, had always preferred older women. Now that she had the power to reach out and take them, she had taken the best… and the ones that would hurt her enemies the worst.
Izumi’s love crippled those fire-nation nationalists who sought independence from her rule, leaving them humiliated and leaderless. Kya’s love was doubly as sweet, keeping the southern water tribe in line, and those who still clung to the hope that their avatar would save them. Pema was the mother of the air nation, what little there was of it, the matriarch of a whole race of benders, and she was enslaved, just like the rest. And then… there was her favourite, who was conspicuously missing from the half-dozen older women giggling like schoolgirls about her.
Her lip curled into a small smile. Naturally her prized possession would be waiting for her in her chambers, eager to serve, as she had been trained to crave.
“Kya.” She called, seeing the dark daughter of the previous avatar jump and hurriedly scurry to her side.
“My empress.” Kya cooed, bowing as far down as her belly would permit and kissing the empress’ rings in turn, her smouldering blue eyes locked on her mistress’ approving smirk. “My mistress, my goddess, my love… how may I serve you oh perfect one?”
“Poetic as always, my dear.” The empress chuckled, taking Kya’s jaw between her fingers and pulling her head into her lap, petting her long steely hair fondly. “I hear you’ve been speaking of my child, tell me, what do you think of the baby I bred you with?”
“They will be perfect, my most beloved empress.” Kya moaned, rubbing her swollen stomach lovingly, “They are of your holy seed, your superiority glows within them even now. I will carry and nurture and worship them as all who crawl in your magnificence should.”
The empress purred and slipped her thumb into Kya’s open mouth, grinning as the once-proud and formidable water-bending master sucked adoringly on it, her eyes glazed over and her tongue swirling desperately around it. “Such a doting whore I have moulded you into.” She teased.
“I would gladly give my body to every filthy wretched peasant beneath your glorious boots, my most beloved empress, if it would bring even the smallest smile to your perfect lips.” Kya agreed eagerly.
“Your father would be ashamed.”
“I know. But I do not care.” Kya scowled defiantly. “He was a fool and a coward, he tried to keep the world divided, not unite it as you have my immaculate mistress.”
“Good girl.” The empress laughed, patting her cheek. “Now come, I need bathing.” Kya let out a soft whoop of joy and leapt to her feet, pattering along behind the empress as she strutted into her private bathrooms.
Ordinarily the empress would have taken her time, toured through the entirety of her bathrooms from the various cold and hot baths to the steam rooms to her personal massage parlour, but she was hungry to sink herself into her favourite pet, and simply stepped through the various rooms of the sprawling complex into the final room.
“My glorious mistress, do you not want to be bathed properly?” Kya asked, confused, scampering along beside the empress as she stepped into the small stone chamber and shed her gown.
“Speed is of the essence, my dearest harlot.” The empress purred, descending into the small, ankle-deep pool in the centre of the room. “I’m craving water-tribe cunt.” Kya grinned excitedly and practically tore her dancer’s uniform from her toned brown body. She skipped into the pool and cuddled close to the empress’ side.
“Take me however you desire my radiant goddess.” She purred huskily, hands tracing over the empress’ belly and up her thigh.
The empress smirked and raised a single brow. “Perhaps I will, once you have done your duty and I have had my fill.”
Kya’s smile faltered. “Oh.” She stepped away, blushing and hugging her arms to her chest embarrassedly. “I… I thought you desired… me, lovely one.”
“Sadly, no.” the empress chuckled, “Though you are truly adorable when you’re excited. Perhaps if she doesn’t sate me, I’ll sink my teeth into you as well, fill that lovely belly with my seed?” Kya’s smile returned, though her humiliated blush remained.
“Of course, light of my life, I serve however you desire.” She raised her hands and smoothly bent the warm water of the pool upwards, swirling it about the empress’ nude body as she’d been trained. The empress hummed with satisfaction as the waves and ripples licked her body clean of the city’s grime, leaving her pristine and dry as a bone as soon as she’d waved for Kya to stop bending, and the water that had enveloped her retreated down into its pool.
“Have I pleased, my divine paramour?” Kya asked meekly as the empress stepped out and stretched her hands over her head, her tall, slim body proudly displayed.
“Exemplary, as always my dear.” She cooed, taking the older water bender’s cheeks in her hands and pulling her head up to meet hers in a soft, appreciative kiss. Kya whimpered delightedly into her lips and massaged her belly desperately, pressing her pregnancy into the empress’ soft, toned stomach.
“I… know you wish to have more children, my glorious empress,” she whispered hoarsely as the kiss broke. “Once we have birthed your heirs… if I may… I beg you to breed me once again? I have never felt so… perfect, as I do now with your child in my womb.” The empress chuckled and kissed her again.
“Evidently there will be a line of cute, devoted whores for me to choose from.” She smirked, “Izumi has already asked me for the honour.”
“O… oh.” Kya blushed. “I… I suppose you will be allowing her…”
“Perhaps.” The empress interrupted, “Perhaps not, or perhaps I shall just have to impregnate more than one of my lovely concubines again once they’ve given me what I desire?”
“You will do what is right, my most radiant love.” Kya mumbled, “Izumi… will be a wonderful mother to your children, if you do choose her.”
“You care for her deeply, don’t you my little water-whore?”
“She is… nothing compared to you, oh goddess amongst women.” Kya said weakly.
“And yet you love her.” The empress smiled, “No need to by shy, I approve. I hope that the two of you prove to be an example to my other pets.”
“I… am honoured to have pleased you.”
“I’m sure, now run along and play, I have an urgent meeting to attend to.”
“Of course, my most…”
“Kya spare me the poetry and be on your way.” The empress said sternly, “Or perhaps I will seek out another of my slaves to play with once I have finished with your sister.”
“Yes, mistress.” Kya mumbled, scurrying away with her uniform clutched to her jiggling, milk-filled breasts as she went.
The empress smiled approvingly at the woman’s rear as she went and looked down at her crotch, brushing an appreciative hand over her throbbing cock. “Patience,” she cooed to her immense pole, “We will taste her soon enough.” Her manhood twitched in eager agreement and she grinned cruelly, padding towards the main chambers of her residence, and to her private bedroom.
“I’ve been waiting for you, lover.” A low, husky voice purred in the darkness as she stepped into her room. the vague shadow of her favourite pet was lounging on her immense bed, hidden in the dark. The candles and lanterns that lit the chamber had all been blown out, leaving only a faint red-tinted light to shine into the room through the heavy curtains that blocked the window. “I get so very lonely without you.”
“And I without you, my love.” The empress smiled, sliding herself onto the bed and crawling closer to her prey like a great cat. “How is our child?”
“She will be with us in a matter of weeks.” Her pet cooed, humming excitedly as the empress began to kiss her way up a smooth, caramel-skinned leg. “And she will be magnificent.”
“Of that I have no doubt.” The empress moaned, making her way up a soft, supple thigh, her nose drinking in the warm, musky scent of her lover. “She is our child, after all.”
“Exactly.” Came the soft response, “The first of many.”
“Oh? You think I’ll choose you to fill with my sperm once our daughter is born? Over all of your sisters that have already begged for the pleasure?”
“You will breed me.” her pet replied confidently, “And all of them as well, I know you too well to think you could resist us.”
“Is that so?”
“It is, my darling.” The thigh moved from under the empress’ lips as her pet moved, strong, gentle hands drawing her upwards to the heavy orb of her eight-month belly until the empress’ cheek rested against it. “Feel our child, empress, feel what you’ve done to me, to my body. I was a leader once, a proud woman, a warrior and a diplomat. I was respected and loved. Now I’m your property, all of that cast aside to be a plaything for you, I exist to love you, and to please you by bearing however many children you decide to fill me with.”
“Mmm, you know me too well, Senna.” The empress cooed, kissing her belly gently before shifting between the mother of the avatar’s thighs.
“And you me, Asami.”
The empress lit up her hand with brightly glowing fire and smiled down at her favourite concubine. She’d desired Korra’s mother from the moment she’d set eyes on her, even when she was just the stupid child she had been in those days. Senna was gorgeous, graceful and stately, soft and motherly. She was slim and soft in all the right places. Her face was equal parts youthful beauty and experienced wisdom. Her chocolate skin and startlingly gorgeous sea-blue eyes were inherited by her daughter, but that was a pale imitation of the older Water-tribe matriarch.
“Take me, my empress, let me feel you inside me again.” Senna croaked hungrily, hands squeezing at the empress’ hands as she lined her rod up with her lover’s sopping slit. “Oh yes… yes my love… take me like you did in my home… remind me of my place at your side.” The water-bender groaned as Asami’s rod slipped into her, gentle but urgent thrusts measuring the once sweet and loving girl’s hunger for her slave, and her care for the daughter residing in said slave’s womb.
Asami’s long, inky hair fell from it’s pinning behind her head and cascaded down her back and down towards Senna’s belly as they rutted. Her plush lips open in a satisfied pant as her manhood was massaged by Senna’s talented twat. She was taller and slimmer than the mother of the avatar, paler as well, but as her elegant younger body pressed urgently into Senna’s curvier older frame they couldn’t have looked more natural. The two had been changed, Asami by her ascendance to the throne, and Senna by Asami’s lust, turning both into the perfect mates for one another.
“Fuck me my love.” Senna whined softly, “Please… fill me again.” Her bright blue eyes met Asami’s glowing gold and she mewled as she saw the ravenous lust burning in them. “My sweet girl, make your breeding bitch yours, remind her who she belongs to.”
“Patience my pet.” Asami cooed, stroking a hand over Senna’s belly lovingly. “What lies inside that pretty womb of yours is more important than our satisfaction.”
“But I want more.” Senna pouted petulantly. “I want to feel you deeper inside me.”
“And you will, in time,” Asami chuckled, “Here, let me help you up.” Senna groaned as her lover gripped and manhandled her up and around onto her hands and knees, her cock remaining firmly lodged within her sex the entire time.
Senna moaned, turning her head to look over her shoulder as she knelt on the bed, Asami gripping her hips and thrusting into her with renewed urgency. “Is this better, my dear?”
“Yes… gods yes… I love this.” Senna called, eyes crossing as Asami’s throbbing member drove her wild. “I love you, I love what you do to me. I’m your slut, my love, your stupid, pregnant, slutty slave!”
“Mmmmm.” Asami purred in agreement, her fingers digging into Senna’s soft flesh, nails leaving small scratches in her caramel skin. Her manhood twitched and exploded, a torrent of her seed splashing into Senna’s welcoming hole, spilling out about their joining as Asami continued to thrust into Senna.
“Ohhhh.” Senna mewled in orgasmic bliss as the sensation of her mistress’ sperm attacking her tight tunnel sent her over the edge of her own climax. She rolled sleepily onto her side, hands cradling her pregnancy and eyes half-open in adoring worship of her empress as Asami slipped down opposite, a satisfied smirk on her youthful face.
“Wonderful as always dear.” She smiled, kissing Senna’s cheek.
“Once I have given birth… once our daughter is with us… I want you to rape my holes.” Senna cooed, “All of them, I want you sheathed to the balls in my twat, and my asshole, and my whore mouth. I want you to mark me with your sperm.”
“That sounds fun.” Asami murmured quietly, eyes closing slowly.
“I love you, mistress Sato.”
“And I you, slave.”
Senna smiled as her empress drifted into a contented sleep and cuddled closer, gently manipulating the girl’s hands so they rested on her belly. Soon they would be more than mistress and slave, they would be family, a stronger, smarter, superior family to the one she’d once enjoyed. She sighed, mind wandering back to the night it had all begun, the night she had found Asami Sato in her bed, the night her path of sexual slavery had begun.
