by Oscar Reeds
Indeed, the whole world did know. They stopped resisting after the first thrust and just watched in awe as I fucked their queen, making her feel like the lowest scum on their planet.
Naturally I came inside of her. And naturally, I did not stop there. I then spread her ass and fucked her tight little asshole, which made her cringe in pain, but which she still took with vigor. I couldn’t stop myself, and moreover didn’t want to. Soon enough, my sperm entered her ass, and it spilled just enough to run down her leg and onto the bed sheet. I then rammed my cock between her tits. Pulling on her nipples while thrusting the thing back and forth felt good, and her face writhing in pain made me do it faster. Soon enough, she had my semen all over her breasts, and I made her rub it all over and let it dry up there. Her mouth was the final hole I wanted to fill, and after a second, more violent blowjob coupled with her cheeks slapped and her throat fucked until she gagged and ached, she was swallowing my white gunk and begging for more.
I have humiliated Endolande. And with humiliating Endolande, I conquered their planet.
***
It was several hours until dawn. I got up and walked up to the palace window. It had been a weird few days – I stopped an invasion of Earth almost singlehandedly, went into space, fought an entire prison, destroyed an ancient empire and fucked a milfy, defiant queen until I enslaved her. She was there, sleeping and clutching the place where I was lying mere moments ago. In this light, she actually looked beautiful, and it was when I felt regret. Sure, I enjoyed my thing with her, but at the end of the day, what was the point? It was just me indulging in a sex act to satisfy myself for a brief amount of time. Sure, we had more sex after I performed her public humiliation, and even during the coronation ceremony, and once even during dinner, but it all felt hollow. It felt as if it hadn’t really been me.
Norman was awake. But then again, of course he was, spirits don’t really sleep. I had to talk this over with him.
“Norman?” I asked, and upon retrospect, that might have been the first time I sounded mildly apathetic or even emotional when speaking to him. “What have I become?”
“A warrior, I would say,” he had said. “And a rather good one.”
“But all of this…”
He didn’t butt in. I figured it would be like a movie moment, him finishing my sentence with more wisdom. But evidently, Norman was not that kind of spirit.
“What would you have done?” I finally asked.
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
He hovered a bit, slowly rising to the point where his knees were on level with my shoulder. He couldn’t really float away far, since he was in my body, but this was the highest he had gone thus far.
“I’d have been unexpected,” he said laconically and with an air of mystery, much like I had expected, and much how I disliked it. But I had no time to ask him for more details, as my new queen-slave had just gotten up.
“My lord,” she said, clutching the sheet, “would you have me again?”
Something snapped. I had to do this.
“Norman, remember my dad?”
His response was, of course, necessary. I have no idea how my surge looked to Endolande, but my embrace sure did surprise her. And just like with my dad, I linked with her mentally. Words cannot describe how much sadness we shared then and there, and how softly we held each other for the rest of the night.
Speaking of, Endolande had the ability to freeze time for roughly ten hours. Our night had thus lasted longer, long enough for us to talk and get to know each other. Most emperors, she said, had at least one power, and this one was hers. She wasn’t born of this world, but had known Dahrmites for a long time. Yet she did have Dahrmite blood in her, as one of her ancestors was an aristocrat from a lower branch. It’s no wonder, then, that the penultimate emperor (or rather, the last one, considering she had never been crowned empress before) chose her as his consort. They were thus both able to inherit the rule of the empire should one die or betray the land. It was a perfect arrangement. What wasn’t perfect was the fact that the Dahrmite Empire, during the reign of at least the last ten emperors, had been in notable decline. It was only a matter of time before someone like me would take over, and here I was.
But more importantly, our linking told me that she didn’t want to rule. She wanted to get away and live off somewhere far, somewhere that wasn’t the Dahrmite world. Endolande was a surprisingly poetic soul, but her life hardened her to the point where she became a tyrant-in-name-only. I offered her the option of becoming my consort and continuing the reign, but she refused. “I’d rather just serve you, for a change,” she said, and she said this so innocently that I didn’t dare suggest more sex. I felt like we had something, something I couldn’t really share with Melissa, and something which nobody alive could understand. The evening lights were oddly beautiful, despite the dreadful hue of dirty orange still being very much visible. Barely anyone was awake at this hour, other than the occasional beggar and a shadowy figure or two which, I must say, gave me the creeps.
Endolande lay there in my arms, unwilling to look at me or say anything. I could then feel a tear run down her cheek, and then down my arm. It all felt weird. Not long ago I was treating this woman like garbage, and here we were – almost a couple, sharing grief and bonding second by second! I wanted to love her at that moment. Honestly, I did. It just felt right. A disposed queen wound up in the hands of her conqueror, and they both had an equal amount of pathetic about them. She was someone who didn’t want to rule. He was someone who didn’t care enough for ruling. She was aristocratic. He was a nerd.
We kissed. Moments later she spoke.
“Conrad, my love,” she said, using that nickname for the first time ever. I remember my heart shaking at that moment. “Can’t we just leave?”
“What?” I asked.
“Can’t we leave this ghastly planet behind?”
I shrugged and sighed, but she was adamant.
“Conrad, we’re clearly both miserable! You lived your whole life pushed around, beaten, humiliated, attacked, and mocked. I lived my whole life being in a position I didn’t want.” She turned to me with wide, desperate eyes. “You didn’t see this in our linking, but I had many, many nights where I would just freeze time and cry. I would cry for hours! I would switch off everyone and everything and just let my tears loose!” She knocked me on my back and pulled my cock out, which she began to ride. But it wasn’t hot, no. It wasn’t sexy or arousing. It was just necessary. I had a boner, but damn, I felt nothing. Nothing but sadness and despair, the same things she felt when she was desperately riding me, tears in eyes, trying to either convince me or herself to pursue this conversation until it was resolved. But it wasn’t going to be resolved.
“Endolande…” I said, silently, panting a little.
“No, Conrad!” she cried. “I was suffering! I wanted understanding, but I could find none in this desperate, desolate place! I wanted someone like you, Conrad! I wanted someone who will fill my soul with—”
She didn’t finish this. We were still fucking each other, but we were both very much in a different headspace altogether. The tears in our eyes spoke volumes. Not to mention that me cumming was possibly the worst I’d felt in a long time, and that’s including all of the torments by Haggard and his goons.
I embraced her, and she was sobbing into my shoulder.
“Conrad, please get me out of here…” she was weeping. “Please take me to Earth, take me anywhere. Kill me if you must! But I cannot stay here, I can’t…”
My silent embrace had to suffice. Endolande kept on crying into me, and I kept holding her. It was possibly the last time in a long while I’d be doing that with her.
Chapter 9
Morning came, and literally nothing was like last night. Endolande was her usual cold self, not caring about what her servants had to say, and everyone else behaved as if the two of us had an equal amount of power, i.e. deserved an equal
amount of reverence. In fact, she behaved as if I were the same upstart she had seen for the first time yesterday. I had no idea what brought about this sudden shift, but I was evidently going to find out.
Seated at the grand table in the grand room of her palace were some of her highest military commanders, or rather the ones that survived my onslaught somehow. They did not look happy, and by proxy neither did she. I could tell by the air in the room that there was concern, if not outright panic because of something imminent.
One of the commanders spoke first.
“My queen,” he said, but then corrected himself, “my emperor AND my queen, we are in a dire situation.”
“How dire is it, commander Ardets?” she asked, with all of the sharpness of a US army general; I liked her like this, but it also made me feel exceptionally uncomfortable.
“It’s as if we’ve feared, they’re preparing for an attack.”
In that short exchange, I’ve learned that this planet, whose name I still don’t remember, was about to be attacked by their neighbor planet, their ‘twin’ whose name sounded even harder to reproduce, but which had people called the Ehre. For convenience sake, I will refer to both planets per the people inhabiting them.
“Why would the Ehre attack now?” I asked, though I already assumed what the answer might be. Endolande looked at me as if I had shot a puppy.
“Because they saw our weakness, Conrad. While you were busy filling me with your dick, they were amassing an army. Even now, their dukes plan on taking over our planet.”
“But I don’t get it, Endolande. Why didn’t they just attack while we were engaging in sex?”
“Because they aren’t as united as we are, Conrad,” I could tell that part of her anger was a façade. Her eyes still looked at me longingly, and I saw a spark of that same woman who cried into my arms begging me to take her far away from here. But I wasn’t about to pop that façade, as we had more important things to worry about right now. “You see, new emperor, they are but a gaggle of dispersed dukes who are vying for supreme control of their planet. And they were literally the first world our great empire conquered. They will not waste this chance to get us, but uniting under one banner still takes time, at least to them.”
This gave me an idea, which Norman took notice of. But I wanted to hear more.
“How powerful are they?” I asked her commanders, who did not like my intrusion into the conversation, despite now being forced into loyalty to me.
“Roughly as powerful as we are, my emperor,” Arduck said, clenching his fist. I don’t have to stress at this point that the Dahrmites don’t have fists, but that’s what it looked like to me – he was enraged, and it was showing. “But we just went through a turmoil, which, if you’ll pardon my insolence, was your doing.”
Endolande looked at the man with scorn, but he didn’t flinch. I liked this commander. He had balls.
“Right, so it’s my mess,” I said, standing up. “So I wager I ought to fix it, right?”
Everyone looked at me funny. They looked at me even funnier when I produced roughly twenty people, all of them of different species of alien, all of them battle-ready. I looked at them with a determined gaze, and Norman smirked.
“Right, I’d like to hear some ideas, and I’d like to present some of my own. Arduck, I would need your help. But before we do any of that…”
I took off my crown and placed it on the head of Endolande.
“As of today, she is empress as much as I am emperor. Your lineage continues.”
She didn’t like the gesture, but I assumed that she assumed why I was doing it.
“And Arduck, you will be leading my new army of soldiers. ANY soldiers, if you get my drift.”
Arduck got my drift, and grinned in pleasure.
***
The Ehre were an odd, reptilian-yet-hairy-looking race of hardened warriors. Even their prisoners didn’t give off a vibe of being imprisoned. Endolande, now an empress, took me to their cells in order for me to probe their mind with some torture. Sadly, I only wound up killing one of them because he was just that resilient – nothing I did to him made him talk! His hatred of his enemies made him quite the rock, and I imagined that none of the other Ehre prisoners was about to talk.
There was a reason I needed them to. Ehre could speak in a way that no other known race could hear. They could also speak across long, long stretches of space without interference. It was like telepathy, but not really, since to them it was normal, biological speech. This made them dangerous, as they could now communicate with anyone of their kind outside of the planet they were on. More importantly, they had developed this skill only in the last century or so, as a means to beat their conquerors on the Dahrmite planet. At this moment, they were the most dangerous foe of Endolande’s race, and had to be taken care of first.
Everyone wore armor, except for me. I was still in my earth outfit, and I still looked like a dolt.
“Norman, what does a proper conqueror look like?” I asked. He was rubbing his chin while staring at a reflection of himself in a sleek wall.
“The answer is right before you,” he replied. I had no idea what he meant, so I took a look at my own reflection. I was as fat and unappealing as ever. This had to be fixed.
“Norman, I wish I were slightly slimmer.”
A surge. I now looked like Ben Stiller with some beer belly.
“Now I want to be as slim as my body requires me to be, with no loss of health.”
A surge. I now looked like a young Sam Harris.
“Okay, now give me some muscles and a six-pack! But nothing too outlandish, mainly toned and slim.”
A surge. I now looked like Spider-man, body-wise.
“And finally, I want my face to look healthy and gorgeous!”
A surge. I had that James Dean squint, but I also had a question.
“Wait, I just wished for a grandiose wish from the start. How come you made it come true?”
“Because it was a pathetic wish,” he replied. “It had no bearing on the universe or anyone else, so I could easily make it happen.”
I guess that only we humans really gave a damn about looks. But then again, I want to believe that there are other species out there that are as vain as us.
“All in all, now I look the part of an emperor,” I said, throwing some blue steel and pouting my lips like female Instagram models. No wonder beautiful people tend to feel as vain as they do! This looked great!
“So, when do we face our opponents?”
“All in due time, Norman,” I said, donning my new armor. Say what you want about the Dahrmites, but they’re fast smiths.
I came out before my audience a new man, slimmer and prettier. Nobody cared, considering the only other humanoid among them (outside of their cells, and even there they were scarce) was Endolande. We were two humans ruling over an ancient alien empire. For a moment I thought of the History Channel, but only for a moment.
“Who is with us?” I shouted, and the response was loud, yet not entirely full of support. After all, I murdered some of their loved ones as early as yesterday. Endolande’s raised hand gained far more cheers than my words. I was okay with that. Endolande wasn’t.
Before she said what she wanted to say after looking at me with eyes that all but screamed “I love you,” ships were descending upon our planet. It was the Ehre. Nobody else could have come down on us in such numbers, with ships equipped that well, and with such impunity. They descended from their ships, and I was surprised they didn’t just shoot us with lasers or guns or…well, anything. An aerial attack would have given them the advantage.
“They prefer direct combat,” Norman said, again making me wonder if he had been a mind reader, or if it was just intuition which made him guess what I was thinking so accurately.
“But they have the tactical advantage,” I almost cried out. He shrugged. “I mean, why wouldn’t—”
“Not everyone thinks
like Earthlings, kid,” he said, with zero emotion in his voice. I was even more dumbfounded by this response, though in retrospect I have no idea why. Nor did it matter. The commander of the Ehre approached me, Bahb I think his name was. He was a scaly fellow with a lot of fur on his head, which almost looked like human hair.
“Conrad of the Dahrmites,” he didn’t exactly say. He actually mentioned the name of the planet, which, as I’ve said repeatedly, I have to omit since I can’t remember it.
“Yes, lizard man?”
“My name is not lizard man. I am Bahb, the first of my people, the best of my name, and the commander of the Siddrihil sector.”
I didn’t care for any of this, but I remembered the name, as it came very useful to me later.
“Okay, Bahb. What do you want with us?”
“We want to conquer your planet,” he growled, “much like you’ve conquered ours.”
“And these people are all that survives of your planet, then?”
“Nay, humanoid. They are all soldiers of my district. You see—”
“You and the other commanders couldn’t’ agree on who will lead the attack?”
He nodded.
“You know of our politics then, Conrad Queenlayer?”
So THAT was my ruler name. I always loved those. Ivan the Terrible, Alexander the Great, Stefan Dušan the Mighty, Julian the Apostate, Boleslav the Blind, God Emperor Trump... and mine was now Queenlayer. I kind of liked it. It sounded cheeky.
“Yes, lizard man, I know of what you’re capable of,” I replied, self-important. He was enraged.
“I told you, my name is not lizard man! I am Bahb!”
“Whatever,” I said, turning my back to him. He was about to strike me, but then a massive, incredibly loud succession of screams stopped him, one that even surprised me, even though I knew what was happening. It was the ground beneath the feet of his soldiers. They were gone underground, and massive screams ensued. He leapt down and ran towards the nearest chasm, and was surprised at what he had seen. He saw piles of corpses, both of his men and of his enemies, yet he saw both his and not his men pointing weapons at him.