The Fall Of The Tribes

by Philip Read

  “There are kingdoms still flourishing today that should have perished in obscurity centuries ago only because he spent a decade there and befriended the one who was to be their king, inadvertently blessing the entire Royal line for six or seven generations.”

  “And all his children turn out really cool,” Angel says interrupting Questica with a grin and a wink my way, trying his charm on me again. I tell myself it isn’t working and I’m too old to fall for such silly games, even as a smirk on my face complements his own.

  “So you see, the Conclave isn’t just about the calamity. It will be the last good thing that this planet has blessed by the Ancient.” She finishes talking about her father.

  “Blessed by the Ancient.”

  “Blessed by the Ancient.” The others say on top of each other with their glasses suddenly raised as though in a ritual to a toast.

  A bit cultish but okay…

  The meal continues to genuine jubilation and small talk. I am included in a lot of the conversations, not being left to feel like an invader or a spectator amongst old friends having old unfinished discussions.

  The evening becomes long and at our age and power we could go on for days in this vein but they sadly insist I rest. Being from such a long journey though to me it was a matter of taking a step.

  *

  I’m shown to a lower floor on the compound with rooms along the twisted corridor. The carpet in the hall rich and dark yet coarse enough to have good traction. Everything here is beautiful yet functional sacrificing beauty for efficiency in some instances.

  I reach the door indicated for me and open it using my mana signature with a click. The door locks onto my signature and is immediately keyed only to my use until I actively pull my mana out of it, leaving it empty, or I die.

  Functioning in the same way as spacial rings do, meaning this room could actually be a pocket dimension. I think as I walk into the elegantly furnished set of rooms.

  The is a sitting table with elegant red and white couches around it in the middle of the room on the main floor. The floor lower by two steps than the foyer ground I’m currently standing on.

  There is a big stone fireplace with a red smokeless smouldering fire, crinkling gently now and then against the far wall. The room immediately to my right is the restroom where I can relieve myself or clean myself in a small water-bath attached to the wall at chest level.

  The room immediately across and to the left of the sitting area is a study area with a desk, chairs and some books and paintings on the wall.

  The room around the corner is the master bedroom with a huge dressing chest cut to have mana locking drawers and a mirror that stands 2 meters tall. The shade screen stands at a corner next to a standing chest with two wide doors known as a wardrobe. Something I’ve come across before on my travels. The balcony from the room leads to a window with a view of the dark void of outer space in all its starry glory so close bright and close that I feel like I could jump and pluck them from the sky. I’m definitely in a pocket dimension, nowhere else would such a view exist.

  “Where am I exactly?” I turn and ask Sarah who has escorted me to these rooms because even pocket dimensions exist somewhere.

  “This is a world we have been building for many centuries. It started off as just something to allay the boredom, each of us adding to it or spending time here throughout the years.

  “But we started getting serious about it when one of our friends died and wanted her body used to contribute to the building of the world. It became our own personal escape and we could always leave messages for each other here no matter where we were in the worlds.” Sarah says seriously, her voice filled with both melancholy and pride. I know building a world is no joke, and the beings that evolve to become worlds are generally in a league of their own when it comes to power.

  “Two others of our friends have since contributed to this world with their deaths.”

  “It’s beautiful, and a worthy project,” I say, understanding the power needed to form an independent world, even a little one the size of an isle if a feat only the greats have ever accomplished. Beings like Pangu or even Amanrha just to mention two that are currently the most powerful satalite worlds around Omega.

  “Yes well, we had to start over a few times before we got the foundation right. Gravity is a tricky concept to tie down but The Ancient helped with that as well. Remind me to take you for a tour.” She says as she opens the last set of doors leading to a small training area.

  “This is if you prefer to train alone or have some moves you don’t want anyone to see, the walls are warded to take extensive damage but try not to go overboard, we’ve never tested them against an Ascendant before. There is a communal training hall a few floors up though. We usually train there together.

  “The bathing pools are a floor down, those are communal as well. Though we don’t really fuck each other with any regularity we do bath together and fight together. We’ve found it builds trust”

  “I’ll keep that in mind thanks,” I say giving her a look, I can’t tell whether or not she’s serious.

  Sarah leaves me alone in the new lodgings and I immediately head to explore the six polster bed. Time to sleep.

  Chapter 39

  Zaraya

  I walk into the training hall and am surprised at what I find. I don’t even know where I am anymore. The entire compound is on Gaia, that much I’ve figured out. Its a beautifully built enclave in the middle of a dense forest protected from aerial attack by its terrain of tall dense alabaster trees. There is a water fall a stones throw away from the compound that serves as the emergency exit I was shown yesterday.

  On the surface the compound is only big enough to comfortably house maybe 50 to 60 humanoids and a single family of giants but the place is much more extensive underground. I’ve only explored the first four lower floors but everything is reinforced as well as the Hidden Palaces of the Order are, if not done better.

  The walls are warded and so are the grounds the compound is on. Plus this entire compound feels like claimed territory, though I can distinctly tell that the compound has only recently been built and is still incomplete. The territory could have been claimed ages ago and only now used to build something, but who could have lived in such a remote corner of Pangaea long enough to have a legitimate claim on this forest?

  And who could these people thrust strongly enough to build their base in his/her claimed domain? There are several rooms that are mana locked throughout the compound. Implying that there are several doors that lead to the strange dark world with a beautiful stary view behind each door, or the doors may lead to other dimensional spaces for all I know. I didn’t notice the training hall was one of a them because I have never heard of a dimensional door that allows more than one mana signature to open it.

  But I walk into the training hall in a pair of short tight leggings and a tight tunic designed to hold my breasts more firmly to my chest and am amazed once again at what I see. It’s not that all these sights are unheard of, its just that they are unexpected on Gaia. I spent enough time on Omega to realise how backwards and rural everyone there considers newly Ascended for their ignorance about some of the most basic of things.

  And here I am amongst a people that live as though they’ve been there already, already aware of the magical tech and advancements on Omega. Everything is state of the art, and this training hall isn’t even a hall. It’s a rocky terrain on their dark strange planet of perpetual night with the beautiful stars, mild weather and fluctuations in gravity. For instance this place has 2 or 3 times stronger gravity than on Gaia in the corridor I’ve just been on. Yet the room I stayed a few hours of the night in has a slightly lower gravity pull than Gaia does.

  But even the increased grav isn’t immediately noticeable if you don’t pay attention to such things, pulling my body down but gradually making itself slowly known as I walk deeper into the ‘training hall’.

  “I’m glad you came.” Sisi says as
she flies over. I lift an eyebrow at her display of flight. When I left Gaia I had only ever seen psions and creatures with wings fly, so either she is a psion or the Order isn’t as all knowing about thinks on Gaia as we’d like to think of ourselves. Not sure I can still consider myself part of the Order anymore even, but they did raise me.

  “Eronica just went into the simulation area. Come, it will be an amazing display.” She says taking my hand and pulling me up, I become weightless and it suddenly makes sense.

  It isn’t that she can fly but she has almost complete dominion on this world. I nearly forgot she also contributed in it’s construction and in doing so became one of its controllers. The only gravity that has any effect on her here is what she allows. We float over to an area with a red misty fog and somehow land in a viewing room with almost everyone already seated or standing.

  “What’s going on?” I ask Sisi as we watch from seemingly high up as Eronica and Erica face off against an army of red eyed black haired pale vampires.

  A large glass screen separates us from what is happening below. The fighting begins without preamble. Erica using twin single handed blades to devastating effect. Cutting into opponents I at first imagine are watered down versions of vampires with how easily she dispatches them. But then I notice that I’m having trouble following them with my eyes.

  I close them and use battle sense to track the rest of the fighting. The vampires aren’t really alive, they are animated by a combination of some type of summoning magic and golem magic. The bodies are convincing, the work of a genius, and there is something within each of them a spirit of some sort, hence the summoning. But there is also something missing in them as my senses pass over them. Something vital for life that all creatures with their own wills have.

  I realize as some of Erica’s opponents re-enter the fight that she had actually permanently taken out very few of the hordes formed against her and Eronica, who by the way is no where to be found currently.

  The weapons Erica is using seem to be normal steel weapons, beautifully made and enchanted for strength and resilience, but steel doesn’t take to enchanting very well.

  I grin as I’m reminded of the vast treasure of wealth I have in my bag of holding. A metal very rare down here in this realm but much easier to acquire more on Omega.

  A world were steel wouldn’t pierce the skin of half the native creatures on the planet. Unless in the hands of a master maybe, I’ve learnt that sometimes it depends who wields the weapon more than the weapon itself.

  The fighting goes on a while, Eronica finally showing herself by destroying a huge swath of vampires in a wave of grey ash and dust as she attempts to finish the objective. Rescue the young man being the damsel in this case.

  She seems to suddenly appear forming from dust particles clamping together and waving her arms to the explosive detriment of every vampire within sight.

  I don’t understand her power but I analyse everything as she disintegrates again and this time I’m able to slightly follow as she is inhaled, breathed in, permeating through the orifices of her intended victims before reforming elsewhere and exploding more vampires from the inside.

  Erica takes it up a notch as well, as round blue lights start flowing from her body. Draining the energy of everything they touch, every vampire they come across and touch becoming a dessicated corpse in a matter of moments, but still trying to fight.

  The display of skills is impressive, especially as I see Erica’s bubbles getting bigger and faster with each victim they drain. But I still have a hard time gauging these abilities efficiently because I’m not sure about the abilities of the golem vampires they are using.

  Besides superior speed and the uncanny way vampires move when fighting, everything else is adjustable. And this could be the weakest the golems can get, skill wise.

  *

  Corvus

  I wake up with a smile on my face stretching my body and sitting up. My beautiful half elven slave is kneeling at her usual place half naked at the foot of my bed. Spirits beyond but she is beautiful.

  I’m getting an erection in anticipation of her full lips around my cock.

  “Come to bed with me, I want to reward you for your daily service.” I say feeling magnanimous.

  “Yes master.” She says standing and walking towards my side of the bed.

  I kick the covers back and display my rock hard pulsing cock for her to see. I am an Awakened, I have been an Awakened for nearly 10 years now. And though I am a psion, I used some of that Awakening Mana to improve myself sexually.

  And though I may not be to the level of a an Awakened Stud, the eager look on my slave face which she quickly schools reminds me that she enjoys this almost as much as I do. At least that what I assume because she does orgasm whenever I use her.

  She starts taking off her skirt but I stop her. “I’ll do that, come.” I say and she comes to the bed.

  I kiss her, we kiss. All my slaves kiss well, I make sure of it. I explore her body, kissing and licking her skin. Her nipples are pert and as ripe as plums.

  I saver them in my mouth, my hands all over her firm toned body. Going up her smooth thighs and feeling her smooth round bottom.

  My cock leaving a wet trail all over her tummy as she starts moaning softly. The bitch is always stoic and all business whenever I fuck her mouth, but so eager and responsive when I use her this way. Selfish of her, but I can’t resist putting my cock into suck a beautiful face every morning.

  I lift her skirt and find her soft wet spot to a loud moan as I explore her expertly. She pushes into my hand and I grin at her wanton display.

  I may be many things by a lazy lover isn’t one of them. All 14 of my slaves are women and whenever I fuck them. I fuck them to satisfaction. I’m sure no other slave in all of the empire can claim the same, they should be grateful.

  And they are, for in those moments of passion between us we are as equals, in the act of sex I give power and they give power. I serve them as much as they serve me, and they know this.

  Which is why my slave Saea, has the audacity to grab my head at push it between her wet warm cleft between her legs. I go eagerly and lick her delicately.

  I haven’t had sex with any of my slaves in over a month. Whatever it is the emperor did satisfying most of my lusts for the longest of time. And of course I’ve been busy, with everyone scrambling after the birth of the world.

  I lick deep and eagerly as more fluids flow from her. She moans and pushes my face harder as her hips pump onto my face.

  Even as i pay attention to the I feel the other eager hopefuls walk into the room. The life of a slave is difficult and they take pleasure where they can. It seems I’ve been neglecting them these past several days.

  A mouth engulfs my cock up to the root in a single swallow. I groan and have a mini orgasm in her mouth. The has to be Saea’s mother Sona. The other half of the purchase that nearly left me destitute.

  But buying them both was one of the best investments I’ve ever made.

  She sucks gently as hands explore all over my naked body. Someone else licks my balls as I maneuver Sons expertly below my waist and piston into her face while licking her daughter to her first shivering climax.

  She is quickly replaced by Helga, already wet and eager. Her musk the richest of all my slaves as her demi-human status makes itself known. She sometimes goes into heat, something I don’t fully understand but which always gets me rock hard if I scent her musk.

  I lick her quickly, her taste the strongest and her juices the thickest I’ve ever come across. I pull out of the mouth and shuffle up till we are at eye level before going slowly but deeply into her depths.

  She sighs as though I’m relieving her of pain. Her cunt so much warmer than my body temperature, its as though there is a furnace inside her. I dig in deep stay there a moment to enjoy it and the many hands on my back, my thighs, my ass.

  I start slowly with her, pulling her as much as I can into myself. Her tail wrapping aroun
d my thigh tightly, I increase my pace slowly. Fucking her through her first micro orgasm, and through her first real one. Increasing my pace after every climax, to change the rhythm.

  The scent of sex and musk is everywhere now. So thick in the room as the women pleasure themselves. This is also only allowed within my presence or with my expressed blessing. They must have been horny so long.

  I climax inside my primate and pull out to watch her exhausted sweaty and satisfied state. Another mouth engulfs my cock and sucks gently, I can see the desperation on Iyana’s face. Its been many months since I’ve fucked her, but she is human and is getting old.

  I pull her off my still erect cock though, made erect by just a smidgen of mana into it. I turn her around and shove into her while she’s on her knees. She whimpers a little, her chest on the pillows as I piston into her.

  It isn’t long before she is gushing in climax, and this is why I brought her to my employ all those years ago. For her very wet climaxes, amazing to watch and very encouraging. She is just a servant though not a soul bound slave, for she is a citizen of Celestia and citizens cannot be slaves.

  A man of my position cannot be served only by slaves either. Most guests don’t respect slaves even when they speak with the authority of their master. But a servant is a different matter, and she is known to be my voice in this household by all who visit me.

  After giving her her first climax I pull out of her cunt and into her bottom opening. She groans as I slowly sink into her, another talent of hers that wasn’t advertised but I discovered myself.

  She milks my cock with her ass muscles. I groan as well, staying there and just enjoying it. Looking around I can see that some of my slaves have taken this opportunity to bring themselves to climax. Some still hopeful that I will have time for them today.

  I grin inwardly by sigh outwardly. The duties of a minister are never satisfied.

  Chapter 40

  The Ancient of Days

  We walk into the city gates of Orion on foot. Having had abandoned our first horse drawn carriage at the port city of Quincy in the city run state of Pearl on the western coast of Pangaea.