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He hadn't given up the quest entirely. Caius Ballad was a man for whom an obsession that occupied hours and hours of his days was not enough to make him completely forget the crusade he had made his painfully long existence's mission. And when the power of Chaos allowed him to bend and twist time and space to his will, Caius had more hours in a day, more days in a year, than nearly any other being in the world.
And so, there were still battles, still fighting to bring the very force of destiny to its knees, still misguided heroes to defeat. At the same time, there were his women. His slaves, really, a female menagerie gathered from every corner of existence, across a dozen planes of reality, every one brought to Valhalla, Caius' refuge outside of time, for a single reason-- to service his near-limitless sexual desires. And thanks to the overwhelming power of his carefully crafter Charm spells, each one of the women had become utterly enthralled to his lusts, delighted beyond thought to be his cock slaves.
Even with this power, Caius still chose to sleep when the sensation suited him. There were still times he needed some recharging, both after combat with near-gods or after one-man orgies. And when his body was rested, he could always count on being woken the same way-- with his stiff, throbbing tool being sucked lovingly and hungrily by the mouths of whichever of his girls might have been sharing the bed and woken before him, or were passing the open bedroom door and decided they couldn't wait any longer to have him.
That familiar and exquisite sensation was what Caius was experiencing as his mind drifted up out of the depths of sleep. Warmth and a slick tightness. The slight rasp of a tongue, the gentle scrape of teeth. Lips wrapped around the swollen head, another mouth at the broad shaft, and another suckling at his balls... perhaps the weight of even more of his women on the bed beside him. Caius was nearly practiced enough to tell each one of them apart with his cock by now, but he enjoyed the mystery enough to keep his eyes closed for the moment.
And so, there were still battles, still fighting to bring the very force of destiny to its knees, still misguided heroes to defeat. At the same time, there were his women. His slaves, really, a female menagerie gathered from every corner of existence, across a dozen planes of reality, every one brought to Valhalla, Caius' refuge outside of time, for a single reason-- to service his near-limitless sexual desires. And thanks to the overwhelming power of his carefully crafter Charm spells, each one of the women had become utterly enthralled to his lusts, delighted beyond thought to be his cock slaves.
Even with this power, Caius still chose to sleep when the sensation suited him. There were still times he needed some recharging, both after combat with near-gods or after one-man orgies. And when his body was rested, he could always count on being woken the same way-- with his stiff, throbbing tool being sucked lovingly and hungrily by the mouths of whichever of his girls might have been sharing the bed and woken before him, or were passing the open bedroom door and decided they couldn't wait any longer to have him.
That familiar and exquisite sensation was what Caius was experiencing as his mind drifted up out of the depths of sleep. Warmth and a slick tightness. The slight rasp of a tongue, the gentle scrape of teeth. Lips wrapped around the swollen head, another mouth at the broad shaft, and another suckling at his balls... perhaps the weight of even more of his women on the bed beside him. Caius was nearly practiced enough to tell each one of them apart with his cock by now, but he enjoyed the mystery enough to keep his eyes closed for the moment.
To the Victor (Redux) [for goldenlinks]
Aug. 9th, 2017 10:09 am[OOC: As always, let me know if this needs tweaking.]
Typically even a man as ambitious and powerful as Caius Ballad can recognize when he's reached his limits. Unfortunately, power corrupts, and in the wake of learning that his Charm spells and certain potions can be combined to turn women into his willing, desperate fucktoys has corrupted Caius profoundly. He finds himself with endless lust and sex drive, and a thirst for collecting ever more slaves. His harem counting now into the double digits, Caius decides that rather than constantly attempting to have his way with as many at once as possible, his energies are better suited to entertaining himself with a handful in new, creative ways.
After the exciting way his last competition turned out, Caius has arranged another challenge for the girls. Selecting four of them at random, he twists space and summons into the room a kind of tall, well-padded reclining board. Removing his clothes, the tall warrior lays against it, the board allowing him to stay in an almost standing position without strain.
"On your knees," he demands of the three slaves before him: blonde Karen, the superhero known on her world as Power Girl, petite and fiesty Hana, some kind of gaming celebrity in her dimension, curly-headed Haru the thief, and auburn-haired Rise, one of his original acquisitions, all of whom look anxious and excited about what their master has in store.
"I've decided that the four of you deserve a special treat today. You all get to suck my cock. But that's not all." Caius smiles. "This is a competition. Whoever I decide has done the best job at blowing her master... will be my one and only personal fucktoy... for an entire twenty-four hours. And I mean a full day of nothing but her, me, and my cock. Are you ready?"
Typically even a man as ambitious and powerful as Caius Ballad can recognize when he's reached his limits. Unfortunately, power corrupts, and in the wake of learning that his Charm spells and certain potions can be combined to turn women into his willing, desperate fucktoys has corrupted Caius profoundly. He finds himself with endless lust and sex drive, and a thirst for collecting ever more slaves. His harem counting now into the double digits, Caius decides that rather than constantly attempting to have his way with as many at once as possible, his energies are better suited to entertaining himself with a handful in new, creative ways.
After the exciting way his last competition turned out, Caius has arranged another challenge for the girls. Selecting four of them at random, he twists space and summons into the room a kind of tall, well-padded reclining board. Removing his clothes, the tall warrior lays against it, the board allowing him to stay in an almost standing position without strain.
"On your knees," he demands of the three slaves before him: blonde Karen, the superhero known on her world as Power Girl, petite and fiesty Hana, some kind of gaming celebrity in her dimension, curly-headed Haru the thief, and auburn-haired Rise, one of his original acquisitions, all of whom look anxious and excited about what their master has in store.
"I've decided that the four of you deserve a special treat today. You all get to suck my cock. But that's not all." Caius smiles. "This is a competition. Whoever I decide has done the best job at blowing her master... will be my one and only personal fucktoy... for an entire twenty-four hours. And I mean a full day of nothing but her, me, and my cock. Are you ready?"
To the Victor [for goldenlinks]
May. 26th, 2017 10:23 am[OOC: As always, let me know if this needs tweaking.]
Even a man as ambitious and powerful as Caius Ballad can recognize when he's reached his limits. The idea of maintaining a massive harem of cumdumps might sound appealing in theory, a house of seven is proving challenging enough, and so he caps it and decides to devote his energies to coming up with new and creative ways to use them for his pleasure.
After the exciting way his last competition turned out, Caius has arranged another challenge for the girls. Selecting three of them at random, he twists space and summons into the room a kind of tall, well-padded reclining board. Removing his clothes, the tall warrior lays against it, the board allowing him to stay in an almost standing position without strain.
"On your knees," he demands of the three slaves before him: blonde Juliet, redhead Nami, and auburn-haired Rise, all of whom look anxious and excited about what their master has in store.
"I've decided that the three of you deserve a special treat today. You all get to suck my cock. But that's not all." Caius smiles. "This is a competition. Whoever I decide has done the best job at blowing her master... will be my one and only personal fucktoy... for an entire twenty-four hours. And I mean a full day of nothing but her, me, and my cock. Are you ready?"
Even a man as ambitious and powerful as Caius Ballad can recognize when he's reached his limits. The idea of maintaining a massive harem of cumdumps might sound appealing in theory, a house of seven is proving challenging enough, and so he caps it and decides to devote his energies to coming up with new and creative ways to use them for his pleasure.
After the exciting way his last competition turned out, Caius has arranged another challenge for the girls. Selecting three of them at random, he twists space and summons into the room a kind of tall, well-padded reclining board. Removing his clothes, the tall warrior lays against it, the board allowing him to stay in an almost standing position without strain.
"On your knees," he demands of the three slaves before him: blonde Juliet, redhead Nami, and auburn-haired Rise, all of whom look anxious and excited about what their master has in store.
"I've decided that the three of you deserve a special treat today. You all get to suck my cock. But that's not all." Caius smiles. "This is a competition. Whoever I decide has done the best job at blowing her master... will be my one and only personal fucktoy... for an entire twenty-four hours. And I mean a full day of nothing but her, me, and my cock. Are you ready?"
