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The Gamer's Guide to Conquest, The Original

Betad by Priapus, Marethyu

Chapter 12: Vampirism 101

– Kate Bishop (Hawkeye) –

With a small twitch of satisfaction, she watched as her arrow pierced the throat of a Hydra Agent who was standing guard in front of the Hydra hideout. A perfect shot, giving her team an opening to move forward with practised ease.

This would be the fifth base she took down with her new team, and they were starting to get into the rhythm of things. The others moved swiftly, heading into the base while she remained on the rooftop, staying on overwatch for reinforcements or anyone trying to escape by this entrance.

Honestly, they weren't a full team yet, just the foundation of one.

Steve Rogers, the legendary Captain America himself, was their leader, taking the fight to Hydra once more. Rachel Leighton, or Diamondback if you preferred, was their second member, despite some grumblings.
Did she trust the former spy? Not even remotely, but the good captain had asked them to put their distrust of her aside for now and give her a chance. That didn't stop the rest of them from keeping an eye on the former Serpent Society agent.

Barbara Morse, the Mockingbird, was their next member, another Shield agent. She'd been the volunteer to test the most recent attempt to recreate the Super Soldier serum that had made Captain America the man he was now. It hadn't worked completely, but she was still stronger and faster than any normal human. They'd bonded over their mutual distrust of Rachel. Cap himself had not been thrilled to find out how many attempts there had been to recreate Dr Erskine's work, especially given how many of them had ended very poorly or in the hands of villains.

Next was Rebecca Ryker, or Death Locket. She was a weird one, to say the least. The woman was half-machine after she'd been almost killed by a suicide bomber cyborg sent from the future, which had come back in time to kill her father before he could complete the Deathlok program (which was some Terminator shit right there). Her father had saved her by using the cyborg parts to 'fix her', turning her into a half-machine weapon before Shield had arrested him.

Rebecca had been under Shield observation for a while, but with everything that was happening Fury had decided to put her and her futuristic technology to work.

The last member of the Avengers, for now, was Natasha Romanoff. That said, the super-spy was off making sure that Hydra didn't manage to capture one of their potential future members, Kuro Tepes.

Did she approve of them trying to recruit a teenager? Not really, but desperate times and all that.

She was somewhat sad that her mentor, Clint Barton (the original Hawkeye) had retired to be with his family, to raise his children in person instead of being on assignment constantly. That said, she didn't blame him. The simple truth was that he was getting older, and unlike the Black Widow, Clint was just a normal man who aged at a normal rate.

Did she actually believe that Clint had fully retired and wasn't doing anything in the war against Hydra? No, not even remotely, especially since she offered to visit him and Laura, but he just made excuses. She was pretty sure Fury had him doing something, but what that was she didn't know.

For now however, she had another Hydra base to take down.

– Kuro Tepes –

Staring at the scheming queen, I have to bite down my annoyance. I hate it when people scheme, and it's not me.
Am I young? Yes, basically a baby, depending on how you count my age. Am I inexperienced? Also, yes, I have little experience in truly ruling. My time as Overlord was ruling a dictatorship enforced by gratuitous amounts of violence, so that doesn't really count.

But if she'd come up to me and said, 'I think you need someone to help you learn to rule' then I would have agreed, because I'm not stupid. I would have happily kept her by my side as an advisor without the seduction.

Would I have tried to put my dick in her? Probably, but I try and put my dick in every girl I meet, it's nothing personal. It's just a habit at this point.

Releasing my control of her, I glare at her as I watch her shake her head in confusion before her eyes widen in shock and terror. I tried not to remove her memories this time. I felt it earlier with Amana; when I cancel my hypnotism, there's a memory-altering spell, but this time, I just skipped that part.

"My lord- I..." Ilithyia stutters before I hold up my hand with a scowl, watching her start to pale, fear starting to grow in her eyes.

"I am the son of the Dark Priestess and Dracula himself. I'm not only a vampire but a mutant and a mage at the same time. Did you think my age made me a fool? That I wouldn't catch on to your lies? You can claim to long for me all you want; it doesn't change the anger and resentment in your eyes. You're a poor actor, Ilithyia, far too poor to deceive me," I say coldly. A hint of my old Overlord voice colours my tone, the threat and anger clear in my voice. It's a fairly cold spring night, and the windows here don't completely stop the cold air from sneaking inside, but it's not the cold that's making her shake. "Do you know why you're still alive?" I ask, casual and bored. "Why I haven't drained you down to the last drop of your blood?"

"My lor- I mean, my king, I'm-" Ilithyia starts, but her words die in her throat as my eyes narrow, and I rise from my seat.

"You are alive because I like Amara and because slaughtering the former queen isn't the best first impression of me to my new subjects. It's just not worth the trouble of killing you, but that can change quickly. My patience has its limits," I say as I close the distance between us, watching her cower away from me.

Death, can I use the chains on non-target enemies?

"How spoiled, was twisting time itself not enough of a gift? You try my patience, Tepes."

Err… sorry?

"Nah, I'm just fucking with you. Sure, I don't care about what happens to mortals like her," Death adds, a hint of amusement in her voice as I take a deep breath, shaking off the growing fear.

5 Affection with Death [30/100] for amusing her.

You're pretty bored, huh?

"You have no idea. Mojo is just broadcasting trash again. At least this is a decent show. Get on with it."

"I'd say you have a choice here, but that option left the moment you tried to deceive me. Get on your knees." I order coldly.

As she hesitates, a Queen is not used to kneeling before anyone, after all, I simply grip her shoulders and force her down with my enhanced strength. As I grip her neck, she looks up at me with big, fearful eyes, my chains manifesting as they move down my arm, coiling around it like a snake before it wraps around her neck.

"You might have been a Queen yesterday, but from now on, you're nothing more than a slave," I say darkly. "You're a fool, Ilithyia Aquilla. If you had only been upfront with me, you could have ruled by my side as a trusted advisor, as my regent in my absence, but you just had to try and deceive me."

Her eyes widen at my words, and I can sense the hope in her as she wonders if it's too late to fix her mistake.

"My king-" Ilithyia says before I tighten the chains, cutting off her breath.

"In private, you will address me as Master. In public, My King or Your Majesty will suffice. These chains are highly magical, enough to bind even Selene herself. If you waver in your loyalty and service, I will know. I will know, and your punishment will be swift." I say coldly, letting go of her neck as the chains vanish.

"I... What would have me do, m-master," Ilithyia asks as she goes to rise, a warning hand on her shoulder stopping her and pushing her back down onto her knees.

"Right now? Your feeble attempts at seduction achieved only one thing: arousing my lusts. You'll be taking care of that until I am satisfied," I order, stroking her hair before I grip her chin and force her to look up into my eyes. At the same time, I shrug off my toga, leaving myself bare before her as my cock hovers inches from her face. "You have gained my annoyance; it's time to prove you are worth keeping around. You are the royal cocksleeve, my own personal cumdump. If you prove you can be trusted and show me that you realise your mistake, then you will also be loyal and adoring Queen Regent. The doting mother-in-law that is helping her inexperienced daughter and her husband rule."

Despite the way I'm slapping my cock against her royal face, her eyes widen in hope at my words.

"I am no fool, Ilithyia. I am well aware that neither myself nor Amara are old enough or experienced enough to rule unadvised. You will rule beneath me, handling the day-to-day governance. Make no mistake, I will be watching closely for any sign of deception or betrayal. Your mind is open to me. If you even consider betraying me, you will die," I warn, seeing her nod meekly as she reaches up and grasps my shaft. Dainty fingers glide along my throbbing length. Her hands are incredibly soft, but then she's never worked a day in her life.

"O-of course, master," Ilithyia stutters, her fear mixing with some relief at my words. "A-allow me to apologise for my foolish attempts at deceiving you."

Leaning forward, she hesitantly parts her lips and takes the tip of my cock into her velvety mouth, suckling on the crown before she takes it deeper.

5 Affection with Ilithyia Aquilla for not being unreasonable and understanding your inexperience [-15/100]

20 Obedience with Ilithyia Aquilla for demonstrating your knowledge and power [90/100]

Her blowjob is not impressive; it is clearly something she is unfamiliar with as she awkwardly moves her head. Her tongue barely does anything either, but I grasp her hair and force her to take more than the first three inches of my cock, her eyes widening.

"Put some work into it, Ilithyia. Use your tongue," I order, pulling her head all the way down until her nose is buried in my pelvis. Letting go, she pulls back quickly but doesn't hesitate to start moving her head again. Her hope of being the regent hasn't died; all she has to do is impress me and prove she can be trusted. She wants me happy with her, and for that, even a regal queen will choke herself on my cock.

Looking over to the window, I chuckle to myself. It's a great view of the city, and somewhere, out there, a king is trying to plot my downfall while his wife deepthroats my cock.

Pulling back, she blinks in confusion as I lift her to her feet easily. Carrying her over to the open window, I bend her over and push her upper body out of it, her naked breasts illuminated by the moonlight as I place my knee between her legs and force them apart.

"Ku- master… Please, not here…" Ilithyia begs quietly, making me smirk as I grip her hips. Guiding my shaft to her dry lower lips, I run the tip along her slit several times, casting [Arouse] as I do.

After a mere moment, she's dripping with arousal; her cheeks flustered and red as my cock pokes her lower lips, never quite pushing inside her. The moment she goes to speak again, I make my move, thrusting forward in a swift and brutal move, my shaft piercing straight to her womb as a moan leaves her, her hands turning white as she grips the windowsill.

"This is your punishment; don't hold your voice in. I want the whole mansion to know that the proud queen is getting fucked like a two-bit whore," I whisper into her ear as I start thrusting into her, one hand moving up and clutching her hair, forcing her head up. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? You came here to seduce me; here's your prize."

"I- Oooh~ I'm s-sorry, master, p-puhlease go slower~" Ilithyia begs in between moans, the sounds heading out into the cold air. I don't know if anyone is close enough to see her, but whatever, some servants were lingering beneath my window earlier, handling the gardens. "Y-you're bigger than my husband, l-let me get used to your size, master, please."

"No," I reply easily, spanking her firm ass hard as she yelps. Her breasts jiggle with each thrust, her head hanging out of the window as I pound into her. Leaning forward as I rail her against the windowsill, I kiss her neck gently, testing my control as I feel her pulsing blood against my lips.

"T-they can see..." Ilithyia moans out, making me look over her shoulder, my eyes picking out a slave girl watching us with wide eyes. I give her a wave, which sends her running, making me laugh.

She hasn't gone far, just around the corner. Every so often, I spot her eyes peeking around, watching Queen Ilithyia's bouncing breasts, listening to the moans and pleas as she bites her lip.

"Should I stop then?" I ask as I kiss her neck again, sucking slightly on what I instinctively know is a weak point for her.

"I... My reputation..." Ilithyia says, trailing off. She can make excuses, but I am in her mind, and her secret thoughts are exposed to me.

"Then tell me to stop, and I will. You can leave for the night, and tomorrow, I'll have your daughter instead." I say as she moans again, her lack of answer making me chuckle.

"How- I can feel your hands all over me, but they aren't- Mmmhm~" Ilithyia trails off as I gently play with her clit with the power of [Phantom Hands, another pair groping her breasts and ass.

"My powers are vast," I chuckle as I speed up, the overwhelming feeling finally pushing her over the edge. She lets out a loud scream of desperate pleasure, trailing off into a moan as she collapses over the windowsill, her tits hanging out of the window as I start to really fuck her, putting some vampiric speed into it as I pound into her ruthlessly, her eyes wide as she climaxes again and again, it's hard to tell if I'm just dragging her one orgasm out or she's experiencing a dozen miniature ones in quick succession, but in the end it doesn't matter.

What matters is the way her mind- never having felt anything like this from her husband's attempts or from the slaves she would force to pleasure her- goes blank. No thoughts on her reputation or pride; she's only focused on the feeling of my cock deep inside her.

"Oh Gods... Oh fuck... don't stop..." Ilithyia moans, unable to do anything but take the brutal fucking. I lose track of how long I take her against the window frame, but as my climax approaches, she's coated in sweat, her thighs drenched with her love juices.

With one final thrust, I paint her insides with my seed, my new Incubus race giving me a truly massive load as her womb is flooded with my cum. She barely has a chance to catch her breath as I pull out of her. She turns around, leaning against the window as she looks down at the thick dollops of cum that is leaking from her freshly-fucked cunt, but as she goes to speak, I move.

Tossing her onto the bed, I'm on top of her before she can even squeak, her surprised moan cut off by my demanding kiss. Her legs part, allowing me access to her pussy once more as I slide right back into her, pounding her into the bed with no hesitation.

She wanted to seduce me, assuming I was a normal teenage boy. She succeeded, in a way, but I intend to show her just how abnormal I truly am. My first fuck as an Incubus; the poor mortal barely stands a chance. By the time she takes my fifth load, splattered across her royal features and tits, she's on the brink of exhaustion, but I just use my white magic to heal her up and start all over again.

It's not long before she's thinking that I can't be human, which is amusing considering I've already said that I am not. With each climax, she believes the legends of the Black King just a little more.

On her knees, she sticks out her tongue as I unleash my final load for the night. Despite the repeated climaxes, I paint her noble features with my thick seed, joining the other loads I've deposited on her body. Without prompting, she leans in and cleans my cock of the remnants with slavish obedience. I can sense her awe and shock as she stares at my dick, seeing it still standing proud and ready for more, but I've pushed her to the limits of what she can take if I want her conscious, so I calmly grab my toga and pull it back on.

"Apology accepted, Ilithyia," I say, almost teasingly, as I gesture for her to rise. She does, despite the way her legs tremble from tiredness and the aftershocks of countless orgasms. "Or it will be, but you have one last thing to do to earn my forgiveness. I want you to take a walk around the royal mansion."

Her eyes widen at my casual tone, and I can see the question in her eyes, but she remains quiet despite some tired panting from the exertion. More than a queen is used to, I think.

"You are to tell people that you came to me and offered me your body, offered yourself to me as a royal concubine. That will be your public role for now," I say, and despite the tiredness and pleasure in her eyes, I can see her thinking. It's better than the truth coming out; she doesn't want people to find out that the queen has been reduced to a pleasure slave, but it also hurts her husband. His own wife has gone to the side of the usurper, willingly and eagerly.

"I… thank you, master," Ilithyia says as she rises, looking at her fallen gown before I simply grab it and take it away from her. "You want me to go out… like this?"

She gestures to her nude body, cum staining her features and leaking from her heavily used cunt, and I just smirk. She hesitates and takes a deep breath before she nods. She knows it's part of her punishment. She knows she's getting off lightly.

"As you wish, master," Ilithyia says, head held high as she turns and walks away on shaky legs.

It's late, past midnight, but that doesn't mean that the mansion is empty. Slaves work into the early morning, preparing everything for the next day.

5 Reputation with Nova Roma [30/100] for degrading the Queen where the Slaves she looked down on could see it.

30 Affection with Ilithyia [15/100] for fucking her brains out and giving her a respectable position instead of just killing her for her deception.

-30 Relationship Loyalty with Ilithyia [15/100] for blowing her limp-dicked husband out of the water.

Huh.

Rome was a pretty degenerate place, so I wasn't expecting any major consequences, but I figured it'd at least get me a bad rep as a pervert.

Which would both be correct and make people underestimate me. I don't mind people naively looking down on me if it gives me an advantage in the long run. The entire reason I want people to see her like this is to give me a reputation as a degenerate.

– Queen Ilithyia Aquilla –

Walking through the mansion corridors, she was never happier that the slaves were so submissive and well-trained.

She had passed a few already, but despite their wide eyes and shocked expressions, none had dared to question why their Queen was completely naked and coated in a thick coating of cum. It was already drying on her face and breasts, not to mention leaking from inside her as it ran down her inner thigh.

She looked like a well-used whore, or a slave who'd been incredibly well fucked. Which wasn't wrong, she supposed. That said, those slaves had been with a group of men, not one incredibly virile one. Kuro was a beast of a man, and it was her body that was giving out at the end, not his. Even as she left, she could see the erection barely hidden by his toga.

As she turned the corner, she froze, looking into the eyes of a pair of patrolling guards as their jaws dropped.

"M-my Queen, what has happened to you?" One of them stuttered, making her wince. He was a good guard, having served as a royal guard since he was barely a man. It must have surprised him to see the queen he guarded for so long in such a state.

Despite his shock, she could see the lust in both their eyes. The one who didn't speak was staring right at her cum-stained breasts with a dropped jaw.

"I offered my services and body to our new King to help him as his royal concubine. As you can see, he accepted, but I have to say I underestimated his virility. Even after hours of slaking his lust on my body, he was still eager to go. My dress was ruined, and I am just heading to the bathhouse. It is nothing you need to worry about; I suspect this won't be the last time you see me so utterly used." Ilithyia replied with her head held high, watching the guards stare at her in shock and disbelief.

She'd said more than she needed to, but she couldn't stop the cheap thrill as she watched the two fail to speak. She was still the Queen, at least until tomorrow, and yet…

"You don't have to look so surprised. I overestimated myself and underestimated our King. If I had known what a beast was hiding beneath his boyish looks, I would have brought a dozen slave girls to help tame it. I thought I alone would manage his lust, and the price for my arrogance was having to handle that massive royal cock all by myself. I think I'll be walking with a limp for days. I suppose I had best get used to it because I'll be handling his lusts for many years to come… or I hope I will be, at least," Ilithyia giggled; the thrill of having a gladiator for the night in secret was nothing compared to this. "Perhaps next time you will be lucky enough to catch the performance live instead of simply seeing the... aftermath. Our king is certainly not a shy one, after all," she said, reaching down and scooping some of the cum from her inner thighs as she licked it clean. "Good night. I hope your dreams are sweet."

With her final words, she walked past them with her head held high. This wasn't any better or worse than the degeneracy that went on behind closed doors all over Nova Roma. She had no reason to be ashamed. She was Kuro's concubine; of course, she handled his lusts. Why would she have to be dressed in her own home?

The rule of Nova Roma was that the royals made the rules. If King Kuro wanted to have her show off how utterly and completely he'd fucked her, so be it. None could judge him. All it showed was how much of a beast he was in the bedroom.

She was not unwise to the fact that by having her publicly claim she had offered to become his concubine, she was announcing to all her husband's allies that she was not on their side. She would be hanging off the arm of the enemy, and she would play her part well. He wanted her to be both the doting mother-in-law, guiding her new family member, and the loving concubine who satisfied him in every way. So be it. Her obedience would both please him and the cult, taking some of the pressure away from her.

Besides, she'd gotten exactly what she wanted. Kuro, for all his pride, knew of his own inexperience and, in his wisdom, had sought to counter it even before she'd almost doomed herself with her idiotic plan. If she had done nothing, she would have found herself as his regent anyway. The price of her failure was giving her body entirely to her new king. It was a price she was oddly excited to pay.

- Kuro Tepes -

Heh, I think someone has a degradation fetish they never explored. She went way further than I expected.

"Are you having fun?" Elizabeth asks bluntly, making me sit up with a slight jump. Sitting on the windowsill, she raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow at me, but I never heard her approach.

"I am. Is there something I can do for you? Or did you want a turn?" I ask, making her roll her eyes as she stands up.

"And there is the Tepes arrogance. I would only take you into my bed if you were bound and gagged first, and I wouldn't let you leave alive. No, I am here to teach you how to use your newfound powers. I would have come earlier, but you were occupied. Follow me," Elizabeth says before she simply jumps from the window, landing silently on a nearby rooftop.

Quest Added

[A Harsh Taskmistress]

Objective: Impress your vampiric mentor.

Reward: Increased Rep with Elizabeth Báthory, A Grimoire on Hemomancy

Challenge accepted.

Taking a running start, I leap through the window, watching her amused look as I go clean over her, massively underestimating my jumping distance. Instead of landing on the building, I go flying right past it.

Thinking fast, I focus on my new skills and transform, my body shrinking and twisting as my arms become wings, my tiny bat form flying through the night. Flying is instinctive; I don't know how I know how to do it, I just do, and my eyesight is fine as I fly down to her and turn back, landing in front of her in what would have been an impressive save if I didn't misjudge my lengthening legs and landed on my hands and knees instead.

"Hmm. You've already worked out transforming and hypnosis. That is impressive for such a young vampire, I suppose. Perhaps there is some logic to this 'adaptation' claim. You certainly took to your new life quickly... except for your habit of breathing," Elizabeth says, making me frown as I focus. "It's instinctive; you've done it for years after all. It will take a while before your subconscious realises you don't need to do it any more, and it's a good habit to keep for blending in anyway. It may be a small thing, but people notice that something is wrong if you don't seem to visibly breathe. Most don't even realise what seems off about you, but they will notice that something is wrong."

"Fair point. So, what did you bring me out here for?" I ask as I go to get up, making her hold a hand out.

"Try a more bestial form," Elizabeth says calmly, making me focus as I change again. Thick black hair covers my body, and her eyebrows raise ever so slightly. Claws dig into the rooftop as my nose lengthens. Maybe it's a vampire thing, but again, my eyesight stays the same despite my changing eyes, and so does my sense of smell. I suppose my vampiric senses are better than that of a regular wolf, anyway. "Hmm. Change back," she orders as I switch back immediately, rising to my feet.

"I don't like you," Elizabeth says bluntly. "And I won't apologise for trying to capture you. Your actions were a threat to my entire race, and I won't apologise for trying to deal with you accordingly. For our entire existence, we have remained nothing more than myth, the secrecy our shield, and then you pull us into the light without a word of warning," Elizabeth says coldly, making me nod slightly. After all, I can see her point. I don't like that she attacked me, but I'd do the same in her position. "I have given you my blood, the Blood of the Báthory Line, the best Hemomancers, or Blood Mages, in the world. I did this because I hate Dracula and want to see him dead. As much as I dislike you, my desire to see him fall is far stronger. Dealing with you is a necessary sacrifice if I want to see that bastard dead. I will teach you to be a vampire for the same reason, but if I agree to teach you Hemomancy, my family's secret arts, then you must first agree that it puts you in my debt," she says coldly as I hesitate.

It's... not unfair of her. Again, I'd do the same if someone wanted my family's secret magic. Still, I can't say I am eager to be in anyone's debt.

"And what would that entail?" I ask, looking into her blood-red eyes as she raises her chin challengingly.

"While I am teaching you, you will refer to me as Mistress, and you will obey me without hesitation, within reason. I will not command you to do anything too unreasonable. If I do, you can simply stop the training," Elizabeth demands, watching my frown grow. "If you manage to defeat Dracula, I want something from his treasury. A gemstone, blood-red, embedded into a silver necklace that greatly increases the effectiveness of hemomancy. I know it's there because he stole it from me in the first place. If you don't defeat him? Well, I imagine that I, along with the others, will be joining you in death shortly afterwards, and nothing will matter," Elizabeth deadpans, making my lips twitch.

Again, she isn't being entirely unreasonable, and she's given me an out if she tries commanding me to do something I really don't want to.

Pride or progress is essentially the question here. Am I willing to submit to her teachings to get stronger?

"As you wish, Mistress," I say with a small smile. Of all the sins, I'd say Pride is the one I indulge in the least.

Well, Pride and Wrath. Wrath is just so… tiresome. I try to avoid it. Besides, Master and Apprentice relations have existed for ages, and apprentices should be respectful to the ones teaching them. That said, she needs to be careful unless she wants our master and apprentice relationship to take on a more Sithlike touch. If I'm strong enough to kill Dracula, I'll have no more need for her, either. If she pushes me too far, she won't outlive him for long, or if she does, she'll wish she hadn't.

I'm Greedy, Lustful, Envious, Slothful, and a Glutton. I will happily admit that.

But anger is just so inefficient, and pride only gets in the way.

"Interesting, a Tepes who isn't convinced he is the greatest thing on the earth, that he needs no teaching? Even Lilith is arrogant. Her unique resistances made sure of that," Elizabeth says with a sneer, looking me over. "Then there is one last thing I want from you before we begin. Bare your neck, Tepes, let me drink from your life-essence."

She's already probably stronger than me, and it'd be insulting to ask if the ancient vampire matriarch has enough self-control not to seriously hurt me.

"As you wish, mistress," I say, tilting my head up as she raises an eyebrow before she moves in. Holding me in a tight embrace, she runs her finger along my neck, tracing a vein, before she places her lips against it in a soft kiss. It almost looks like a lover's embrace as she trails several kisses along my neck, but then she strikes, fangs piercing into my skin with ease as I gasp.

20 Affection with Elizabeth Báthory [10/100] for disproving her preconceptions about you (and your Tepes blood)

She suckles on my neck for a moment, and my Incubus side can sense her arousal as she drinks my tainted blood before she pulls back.

"Succubus and Incubus blood has always been a delicacy amongst vampires. You should be cautious. I know several who would want to keep you around as their own personal supply," Elizabeth says, running her finger along my neck. I don't hesitate to slip my hand around her waist, copping a feel of her ass as she raises an eyebrow at me. "Hm, perhaps I will deign to allow you into my bed as long as you remember who your mistress is. The idea of having a Tepes beneath me is a pleasant one," she continues, a light smirk on her lips as she pulls away entirely.

Licking the last drop from her lips, she pauses for a moment before she composes herself. [Telepathic Insight] tells me that if I accept her offer, I am 100% getting dominated, which I'm not entirely against. I don't have to be in charge every time… as long as she doesn't try to peg me. She likes the idea of having a Tepes submit to her, in any way she can manage it.

"Let us begin. I have brought you out here for two reasons. To teach you to hone your new senses, and two, to give you the tools you need to deal with this little rebellion so we can focus on more important things than some little city-state lost in time," Elizabeth finally says. "I found the King of Nova Roma's hiding place, and right now in the dead of night, he is having a meeting with his Loyalists, planning for the battle ahead. Your task is to find him and his conspirators before the meeting ends," Elizabeth continues, gesturing over the large city. "I have removed my own scent with magic; I will not make this easy for you."

"So, I just-" I start, looking over the city before I look back, seeing the empty rooftop.

Right, just me then. I can see a bat watching me but an Observe shows that it is her familiar, not Elizabeth herself. Who knows where she has gone, but she is damn quiet.

Turning back into a bat and setting off into the city, I think this through. First of all, there is plenty of chatter, but most of it is hushed, mostly just servants still working late and not wanting to wake their masters.

I doubt the nobles and false king would be whispering even in a secret meeting. They aren't going to be any of the quieter voices I can pick up, they're too proud for that.

So where would they go? My thoughts, a noble's mansion. The king has to be sleeping somewhere, and it's not in his usual bed because I just fucked his wife in it. I have his scent from my new bed because the servants may have changed the sheets, but he slept there for years. It won't be easy to pick it up, but he has to have gone to at least one of the mansions recently.

Flying from mansion to mansion, it takes me a good half an hour even at my speed, to cover them all, and with my luck, I don't pick up his scent until I'm at one of the last ones.

The latest mansion smells somewhat heavily of him, but he isn't here. What is here is the trail of scent heading into the city alongside another man's, a conspirator? Following the scent I track it all the way to... the Colosseum.

Huh, never would have checked there. Are they holding their secret meeting in the tunnels under the Colosseum? That's so extra; I kinda respect it.

As I land on the roof I frown, well I try to. I'm not sure what it looks like on a bat's face. The arena floor is soaked with blood, it can't be seen but I can smell it, soaked into everything. Blood, death, piss too. I wouldn't have been able to pick up the scent if I hadn't followed them here; the blood drowns it out. Did they do that on purpose?

It takes me a moment to focus, I can feel my fangs lengthening even as a bat. Flying down into the audience stands, I turn back into man as I land. Several deep breaths later, my fangs are back where they belong.

I can hear them talking, but the blood is distracting. My own heartbeat is pulsing in my ears, eyes dilating from the sheer amount of blood soaked into every grain of sand.

I have a feeling this is another test of Elizabeth's, some of the blood is fresh. Far too fresh for even today's fights. Even the old blood smells like it has been enhanced, and Elizabeth just boasted about how good she is with hemomancy.

Growling beneath my breath, I jump down into the arena, rushing across the sands as I follow the voices, blocking out the smells.

The Colosseum has a twisting maze beneath it, and plenty of gladiators sleep in cells underneath it. I silently rush through the hallways, moving faster than the human eye could probably track.

Reaching my destination, I stop outside the room they are within, the door isn't even closed but I wanted a look at the conspirators, to learn their faces.

Switching to my spectral form, a gift from my deathly patron, I turn invisible to their mortal senses as I float into the room and look upon those who dare rebel against me.

One is old, with white hair surrounding the bald crown of his head, a fancy and expensive-looking robe covering him. Another is younger, short black hair and another expensive robe. The one that gets my attention is middle-aged, wearing what is clearly high-ranking armour, he's the one who came here with the King. The last conspirator is middle aged, his clothes are cheaper and his scent is all over the coliseum.

Finally, the king himself. Just an old man, nothing more to say about him. He smells of wine and sex.

"My King, are you sure about this? Bringing outsiders into this will only-" the Commander says before the King bangs his goblet down, which is what I'm calling him until I get a name. I could observe them, but I have everything I need. A face and a scent.

"Outsiders are already involved, that's the problem. We can't beat the Black Priestess without outside help. My allies will deal with her and the fool who thinks he can be king . We'll free ourselves of her control, free Nova Roma from her shadow," the King says, the anger and frustration clear in his tone.

Even if outside help is coming, isn't Nova Roma time-looped?

"I'm not the only Abstract involved in this, Sire Hate is playing her games again. I fear they will find their way in regardless," Death admits after a moment.

Dammit, more problems to prepare for. An Abstract isn't a foe I can deal with, but I can try and handle the mess she's caused.

"Hate is not your foe; you would already be dead if that were the case. She simply fulfils the role she was given," Death explains, which makes me snort. Shiro. Of course it's his fault.

"And when it is done?" the Commander prompts.

"You can marry Amara, Glaber. Just do your part, Crassus needs to be dealt with, his decision to support the usurper must be his last, defeat the forces loyal to him and you will be the next King of Nova Roma," the King promises, making me scowl as I resist the urge to just walk in and slaughter them.

Amara is mine. Mine. I'm going to make this Glaber suffer for his presumption. This fool of a king thinks he can sell my girl to one of his allies? Oh no, they've all just signed their death sentences with that one line. Not one of them will die cleanly.

"My gladiators will be ready; they can serve as good front-line forces, they're replaceable after all." the poorer one says.

"And we will help handle the political side of this, I have enough friends in the Senate to soothe their ruffled feathers after the battle is over," the richer one says, getting agreements from the old one.

If I just kill them, the civil war stops right here. But the invading force will arrive regardless, and I need to know who is coming.

Heading back through the tunnels, I climb back to the rooftops. They're just finishing up, and I have some stalking to do.

After a few minutes I watch the king head back into the night, the commander with him as they head back into the city, a hooded cloak over the king.

Watching two more head into the night, I frown, not seeing the final member. I know where they are going now, I can track their scents to find any of them which means I have time to see where number five is.

Dropping back down I sneak through the corridors, immediately hearing what is taking so long. Grunts and the sound of slapping flesh. Floating through the wall, I watch as the poorest of the conspirators takes one of the slave girls from behind, one hand gripping her hair as he pounds into her. So, he's supplying them gladiators to fight against me? Interesting.

Perhaps the most interesting thing is the dark-skinned gladiator glaring through the bars, a look of hatred and resentment etched onto his face, but not at his situation. He's not angry at his slavery. He's furious at- ahh, he's married. How cute. And his wife? Currently taking it from behind by his master while he's forced to obediently watch her get railed. I can work with that. The funny thing is that the slave master hasn't even considered the slave's presence. He was just angry at how the other conspirators treat him like he's their lesser and wanted something to take his mind off it.

Waiting until the man is done (about five minutes at best), I watch him take the girl with him and leave. Watching as a fellow gladiator pats the dark-skinned one's shoulder supportively,

Casting my sleep spell on each gladiator, I pick out the angry one and alter his dreams. He'll dream of vengeance tonight, dreaming of massacring his master over and over again.

Will anything come of it? Hard to say, but the worst case scenario is that he gets a night of pleasant dreams of what he isn't brave enough to do. Afterwards I lift the spell. They'll stay asleep, but it won't keep them asleep if anything happens.

Best case? I'll have one less conspirator to deal with, and the man is arrogant enough to not see the danger of cuckolding a slave, especially one so much stronger than him. The man is all muscle and covered in battle wounds. Compared to the soft fleshy civilian? He could slaughter him in seconds if he wanted to.

Chains only hold people so much. Would I have done the same and fucked that cute little slave girl in front of her husband? Probably, but the difference is that I'm a fucking vampire mage, and he's a squishy mortal who is very vulnerable to being stabbed.

Heading out I pause; the Commander didn't seem like he was tired at all. I'll go to him and the king last; give him time to fall asleep before I go after the king.

The old man can be first. Following his path by turning back into a bat, I quickly reach his house. Why did my old games with tailing missions never have the ability to just turn into a bat? It makes it so much easier than all that parkour and hiding. Guards don't even think twice about you, and they rarely look up anyway.

Flying through one of his open windows, I transform back and listen. Some servants and guards are still awake, but the old man himself headed straight to a room with a sleeping woman in it. I guess it's past his bedtime.

Heading through the corridors, I take a moment to contemplate how wrong all the stealth games were, this is so easy. Vampirism for the win, I couldn't have done this nearly as easily before, even if I had my spirits to do the scouting.

Heading into the room, I watch the old man cuddle the younger woman lovingly. She's fairly plain with one exception, a pair of massive tits that honestly make me pause. No, bad Kuro, focus on the mission. If Elizabeth wasn't watching, I think I'd try out [Nightcrawler] and take her for a spin.

Casting my sleep spell on her, I pause before I clear my throat. The old man isn't in a deep sleep yet, but he still stays slumbering until I roll my eyes and kick his bed.

"Wuh-" he mutters as I cover his mouth, pulling him from the bed.

"Stay quiet, if this turns to violence, I assure you I can kill you and your fetching companion long before your guards get here," I promise him as I let go of his mouth, watching him glance at his maybe-wife before he nods.

"You are playing a dangerous game, stranger. I am the Magistrate Titus Calavius and-" Titus starts.

"And I am the next King of Nova Roma. You left out that you are also a traitor, conspiring with the stubborn fool of a king to cause a war," I say watching him pale, his heart picking up speed.

"You already know?" Titus asks cautiously.

"Would I be standing in your bedroom in the dead of night if I didn't? Did you really think you could go unnoticed? I'm the son of the Dark Priestess. Does it surprise you that I have unnatural powers? I was standing right outside the room as you all discussed your treason; I could have killed you all in the tunnels beneath the Colosseum if I wished," I say, making him pause before he sighs deeply.

"Then our gambit has failed before it began. What is to happen now? Death? Torture? I assure you, I told my family nothing of this, the guilt is mine. Let the punishment be the same," Titus says with his head held high. He has no fear of the consequences of betting on the wrong horse, even with me looming in his bedroom.

"If I killed you all, and I could, I'd be the villain. Unfortunately, I need the civil war to start before I stop it. Then Lucius is the villain to this tale, the power-hungry fool who invited chaos to cling onto a title that was never his," I say easily, and I see him pause before he chuckles defeatedly.

"I see. You don't want Nova Roma's first impression of you to be that of a conquering barbarian but to see you as the noble king protecting your new kingdom. We underestimated you, your Highness," Titus says, giving me a nod of respect.

"Tell me, what would it take to get you to switch sides, to join me? There's no need for you to die with Lucius," I offer, making him pause before he sighs.

"I owe King Lucius much. Too much, I'm afraid. When he starts his gambit, I will assist him as I promised. I expect that I will be killed for the act, but I will do it all the same. I would only ask that you spare my wife and son, don't let them be stained by my actions," Titus pleads.

"I see. Well, that's a shame. I think I could have liked you, Titus," I say as I move away and open the window. "I'll protect them from the consequences of your actions. I can at least do that much," I say as I turn into a bat and fly away, catching a gasp of shock from him as I do. I need answers, but I can get them from the King himself.

Could I force him to join my side with threats towards his family and a bit of magic? Of course, but I can respect his decision to stay loyal to his King, which is a loyalty I wouldn't get if I used force and threats to make him work for me.

Next, the nobleman. Heading through the night sky once more, I follow his scent to an impressively-sized mansion, as I turn back I pause as I listen. There's only one person awake in the entire mansion, no guards and all the servants are asleep.

Heading through the mansion I reach the only person still awake, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the noble sitting alone at a table, a glass of wine in his hand.

He's afraid. He's pale, not looking anywhere as confident as he was in the meeting.

"Mind if I join you?" I ask, unable to resist as he jumps violently, spilling his wine over his robes. Before he can shout for help, I close the distance between us, placing a finger on his lips as his eyes widen. "Now, now. Is that any way to act when your King is visiting your little estate?" I ask as the fear in his eyes grows.

"K-king? Oh gods," he whimpers, backing away as he falls on his ass, staring at me in terror.

"Yes, King. And yes, I know about your little meeting," I say with a small smirk. He is far less impressive than Titus. Titus was ready to die right then and there for his ideals. This man has already pissed himself. "Let's talk."

- Later -

You know, everything I've heard told me that the former king was a good one, but I'm just not seeing it.

"Oh gods... Oh gods... you can't do this!" Lucius whimpers as I hold him by the throat. He doesn't seem very kingly, but then being held over the edge of the tower would do that to a person I suppose.

"I think you'll find I can. It's a shame that you killed yourself, the despair of losing your position just overwhelmed you and drove you to drink. How unfortunate that in your drunkenness you decided that it isn't worth living without your throne," I say casually looking down over the edge of the tower I'm holding him off.

"I- no one would believe that." he says quickly making me smirk as I look at the wine stains on his nightwear.

"You reek of wine, and sure maybe your little group will know the truth, but with you gone their little rebellion will lose its edge. Would your little band of conspirators even dare to try and oust me, knowing I arranged for your suicide, or would your little rebellion die with you? Of course, even if they try to tell people I killed you, they'd just be letting everyone know that they are traitors to the rightful king. Still, I have an offer for you, you're a good administrator after all. Drop the rebellion and accept the inevitable and I'll make sure you get a good position," I offer, making his eyes widen before they narrow in barely restrained fury, a glob of spit hitting my cheek making me frown.

"Accept you as king? Never. You took everything from me. I fought my way up the ranks, and you think I'm just going to sit back and watch it be taken away? I'd rather die, you-" Lucius growls before his words trail off in a scream as I let go of him, watching him plummet.

Speeding down the tower's stair, I reach the bottom quickly and catch him, running back up to the top. I've put the lookout who was stationed here to sleep, so we're nice and far away. Plus, I used a law to stop him from being loud, which stopped him from even screaming too loudly as I dropped him.

"Well, I tried being nice for Amara's sake. You have allies outside Nova Roma coming to help you, who are they?" I ask coldly, his eyes widening in fear and shock as I do. "Yes, yes, I know, I was there for your little meeting earlier, who are they? How did you arrange for them to help you and when are they coming?" I ask, making my eyes glow as I hypnotise him.

"They called themselves Hydra. They approached me after Selene told me to step down, they are coming tomorrow," Lucius answers, making my blood run cold(er than normal, I am a vampire after all).

This was supposed to be an easy victory, some guys with spears and swords versus a vampiric mage.

Instead, I get to deal with fucking Hydra. HYDRA. Possibly the biggest antagonistic group in the Marvel universe, certainly the biggest on Earth. The fucking Nazis who just won't take the hint and stay dead.

"What do Hydra want? Who are they sending? When are you planning on starting your war? Why would you agree to this?" I growl, resisting the urge to snap his neck.

"They want three things. To use Nova Roma as a stronghold against their enemies, to capture Selene Gallio and to capture you. I don't know why they want you. I don't know who they are sending. During your coronation tomorrow. I was desperate; I couldn't beat the Dark Priestess alone," Lucius says blankly as I facepalm.

Natasha Romanoff is spying on me. Shield is infiltrated by Hydra. Whatever Shield want me for, Hydra will know about it. Hydra aren't the type to ask me to join them politely. I can only guess they already had an agent in here. Hell, they probably have agents everywhere, from Atlantis to Wakanda. Fucking Hydra getting their slimy nazi tentacles in everything.

Fuck. Fuck, fucking fuck, fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

Tossing him back into the tower, I glare down at him.

"You have no idea the danger you've put all of Nova Roma in. You will continue your current plan, meet the Hydra agents and start your attack as you planned, and you will tell no one of this meeting. Swear it or I'll rip your throat out here and now." I say, making him nod quickly. He's covered in a cold sweat from his fear, my eyes glowing with rage at the mess he's dropped me into. At the same time, I use a law to make sure he keeps to his word, a growl leaving me.

If I kill him, Hydra won't just go away.

This way, I know when and where their attack will begin. I need to keep an eye on him and find out exactly who is coming. Hydra agents go from D-class nobodies that would lose to Paste Pot Pete, all the way to S-class threats that I would need to flee from.

On the bright side, I have Selene on my side. Amara, as well, since her power is pretty good. Storm is here as well. She might not love this place, but you know, Nazis are probably worse than slavers?

On the downside, they're coming for Selene as well, so I can only imagine that they think they have a way to deal with her.

Grabbing him roughly, I rush through the streets, avoiding the few patrols as I take him back to the bed I pulled him from and toss him into it. Did I deliberately hit him against a few things on the way? Maybe. What's a little concussion between enemies?

The risks of long-term brain damage are minimal when long-term for Lucius is about twelve hours.

"I want you to know that I'm going to make you suffer for this. You have successfully made what should have been an easy weekend into a big fucking problem and for that? I'm going to enjoy destroying you," I growl, pausing just long enough to kick him between the legs before I heal him to hide the damage and leave, jumping through the window with a fierce scowl.

Just once, I'd like things to go normally for me.

Landing on a nearby rooftop I watch as Elizabeth does the same.

"Not bad. You certainly have our speed and senses down already. I take it you're worried about this Hydra?" Elizabeth asks, making me sigh. "I vaguely remember the name; were they not part of the Axis?"

"Yes, I am very worried about Hydra and yes, they're fucking nazis," I deadpan. "Tomorrow is going to suck."

"And yet you've left the conspirators alive." Elizabeth remarks. "Even with the Colosseum covered in enough blood to send a newborn into a blood-rage," she adds with a smirk as I give her a dirty look.

Called it.

"Oh don't give me that look, forcing you to deal with blood is the best way to increase your resistance, and I was nearby to step in if things went wrong. A little spell made the blood smell all the more potent. Would you rather lose control in the coming battle, where blood will flow freely?" Elizabeth asks casually, and I can't deny that she's right. "Getting them to meet there was childs play with a little hypnosis, I can do far more than placing people into a trance, after all."

"I'm glad you find this amusing, Mistress," I add with a deadpan stare as she smirks.

"I do. At my age, you find the amusement where you can. Still, you've surpassed my expectations. Normally it'd take a lot longer for a vampire to reach this level of skill and self-control. Perhaps this won't be so irritating," Elizabeth admits reluctantly as she pulls a tome out from somewhere, the book just appearing in her hands.

[A Harsh Taskmaster] Complete

Objective: Impress your mentor.

Reward: Increased Rep with Elizabeth Báthory, A Grimoire on Hemomancy

10 Affection with Elizabeth Báthory [20/100] for impressing her

"Take this, start studying the beginning parts. I'm not wasting my precious time with the beginner spells," Elizabeth says, passing me the black leather tome with blood-red writing on the cover.

[The Art of Hemomancy, by Elizabeth Báthory]

A Grimoire on Hemomancy, written by Elizabeth Báthory over the decades of studies and experimentation.

"Thanks-" I start before she holds up her hand.

"Don't. Just do your homework," Elizabeth sighs. "I won't teach you blood magic until you have the basics down. I hate teaching utter novices. You don't ask Da Vinci to teach you how to finger paint," she says as she turns back into a raven with blood-red eyes and flies into the night.

Putting the tome in my inventory, I turn into a bat myself again, flying into the night. One last visit before I call it a night, the one who cucked the gladiator. If things don't go right with my plan, I want to know where he lives, just in case he tries to run.

As I arrive at his house, I smirk. Fucking called it. He isn't nearly as rich as the others. He tries to act like he is but I honestly doubt he's even a full nobleman.

The moment I saw him, he struck me as one of those people who wants to be rich and powerful but just isn't.

Heading into his house, I move through the building silently. I'm not planning on waking him up, I just want to confirm that he's here. Heading into the bedroom I pause, staring at the woman laying next to him.

Okay, I'm starting to realise that something weird is going on, because that is Lucy Lawless. I'd recognise Xena anywhere, even if she's older now. Focusing my gaze I use observe on the sleeping woman.

Lucretia Batiatus, Spy

Race: Human

Faction – The Cult of the Black King

Unique Skill – Espionage, Plotting

Huh. That name sounds familiar enough, but I can't place it.

Whatever, I found out enough. Another Cult member, and this one is a noble or at least somewhat upper-class, so she's bound to know more than Amana, a mere slave. Putting her husband into a deep sleep, I pull the covers off her slowly, looking over her sleepwear with a growing lust. The long sheer dress barely contains her breasts, and she wears nothing beneath it, leaving her exposed as the see-through gown fails to hide anything.

...I mean, it's Xena, can I really call myself a man if I miss this opportunity?

Still... I have an idea.

- Lucretia Batiatus -

Looking around the throne room in confusion, she blinked several times as she tried to remember how she got here.

Looking up she paused, seeing the young man sitting on the throne, his red eyes locked onto hers. She'd never seen him before, but that didn't stop her from knowing who he was. She, like all the cult, had been given a description of the Black King after all.

"Your Majesty, you called for me?" Lucretia said without thinking, hesitating before she realised what was happening. She was dreaming, right?

She'd gone to bed in her home after all, and now it was the middle of the day in the Royal Palace. She'd gone to sleep in a gown, and now she was dressed in the most expensive and luxurious dress she'd ever seen.

"I did. Approach," The Black King ordered. It was improper for anyone, especially someone as middle-class as her, to approach the throne directly. The proper behaviour would be to kneel at the bottom of the steps up to the white throne, after all.

But then, this was a dream, wasn't it? Her status didn't matter here, she could do whatever she wanted. Why else would he have no guards or even a single senator in the large room?

Sauntering up the steps, she watched the King's eyes linger on her swaying hips with a smirk, dropping to her knees directly in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs.

If this were real, she'd probably have a dozen arrows sticking out of her back now, the guards not letting her get even halfway up the steps before they put her down, but in her dreams, she could do whatever she wanted.

"Do you know why I have called you here?" The Black King asked as he stroked her cheek.

"I'm afraid not, your Majesty, but I live to serve," Lucretia said with a sultry smile, her hand moving up his thigh.

"That's good to know," The King replied, sounding almost amused as her vision blurred.

When it cleared, she struggled in place, unable to free herself from the stockade, her dress gone and her body exposed as she looked up into the King's cold red eyes, bent over at the waist as the cold dungeon air struck her body.

"Your husband supported the former king's last gasp for power. His gladiators caused death and destruction in my city, the same gladiators that you inherited. So tell me, Lucretia, why shouldn't I destroy your traitorous little house in return?" the Black King asked harshly, his hand gripping her chin roughly.

"My King! I... I warned the cult; I did what was asked of me." Lucretia pleaded. This was just a dream, but the cold iron digging into her wrists felt so very real. As did the fear those glaring eyes caused in her chest, her heart pounding. "Please, with him gone I can aid you. The gladiators are mine now, and what is mine is yours," Lucretia begged, her dream turning into a nightmare.

She knew that Quintus was supporting the fool's rebellion; she'd reported as much to the cult, but the fear that the Black King would punish her for her husband's actions weighed heavily. None in the cult would defend her if he wanted her head.

"Who do you get your orders from? Who leads the cult?" the Black King demanded, his fierce tone making her flinch back.

"I- I don't know. I truly do not. Lady Laeta recruited me, but I'm not high-ranking enough to know who leads us," Lucretia admitted, making him sigh in annoyance.

"You lot do like your secrecy, don't you?" he asked rhetorically as he walked around her, his hand running along her sore buttocks, she could feel the sting of the whip she had been struck with in her time in the dungeons. It all felt so very real.

His hand groped her backside, before her legs were forcibly spread by his strong hands. Something large and hot slapped against her exposed behind, and his hands moved to her red and sore breasts.

"Do not lie to me. I'll know. We are in your head, after all. Why did you join the cult?" the Black King asked as he groped her tits roughly, the unmistakable feeling of a hard dick grinding between her buttocks.

"I… I joined for wealth and power. Lady Laeta promised to help me rise to a higher station in exchange for my service," Lucretia admitted, wincing as he spanked her ass slightly. "But I truly believe in our cause, in serving you! I swear it," she promised, immediately falling forward as the stockade vanished.

Before she could collide with the cold stone floor the scene changed, and she suddenly started falling backwards, the floor being replaced with a ceiling as a soft bed caught her, still naked she watched her King crawl over her, now as naked as she was.

"Is that so? Then you'll do whatever I want?" he asked, his thick shaft prodding her lower lips as she spread her legs slightly to give him room to work with as she nodded.

"This- this is no dream, is it?" Lucretia asked, making him smile, seemingly amused and impressed.

"It is. You are asleep in your bed; I followed your husband home after his latest meeting with the traitors, but you are the far more enticing prize," the Black King whispered, kissing her neck. "And you didn't answer my question."

"Of course, my King. I am at your command; my loyalty is yours. The cult exists to serve you in the shadows, in whatever capacity you desire," Lucretia promised truthfully. She'd been a heretic when she'd been recruited, not believing in the legends, but over time, she'd come to see things differently.

Leaning down he kissed her almost lovingly, his hands grasping hers as she felt the tip of his shaft push into her; closing her eyes she opened them again with a slight frown.

This was really getting disorientating. Now on her hands and knees on another, bigger bed, she moaned as her King took her from behind, looking around the room with wide eyes as she watched the debauchery unfold, dozens of noblewomen and slave girls alike naked and lustful as they played with themselves and each other while they watched her become one with the king.

Queen Ilithyia and Princess Amara were entangled, Amara lying on her mother's body as they both orally pleasured one another. From her position, she could see Ilithyia lap at her daughter's cunt which was leaking the King's seed.
Even the Dark Priestess was here, though the legend was chained to the wall with several sex toys inserted into her.

"You're fun. I wanted to know more about you, whether you could be trusted or not. It's nice to know you can be," the Black King said as he gripped her hips and sheathed his massive cock inside of her, his cum flooding her womb. "Still, consider this a glimpse of the future, Lucretia. I like you already, and if you stay loyal, I'll make sure you are well-rewarded. I keep my friends happy and my girls happier," the King said as the scene changed.

She had the luxurious dress back on as she looked over her home, the massive extravagant estate that was hers and hers alone with wide eyes, barely even noticing the king's hand as it slipped under her dress and groped her ass, the scene changing to the parties she'd hold with nobles begging for her favour and attention. In the visions, she was at the height of society, with the nobles who looked down on her begging for a moment of her time.

"If you betray me, however..." the King trailed off as the scene changed again.

With a slave collar around her neck and her body bare as she stood on a raised platform, people bidding for her, men she knew placing their offers. Her being bought for a pittance as she was taken to a brothel, being passed between shadowy men, used as little more than a toy, her every waking moment reduced to being used for the pleasure of her once-peers.

Then she was on her knees next to the other cult members as they were sentenced to death by a glaring king. Forced to watch as they were crucified one by one, before it was her turn.

"Well, I'm guessing you get the message," the King said just before they nailed her to the cross as they were suddenly back in her room, causing her to drop to her knees as her legs failed her. "You have to be careful when you deal with cults after all. Tell the cult that I want to meet their leader. Do this for me and you'll have my favour," he said stroking her hair before she sat up in her empty bedroom.

Her husband snored in his sleep besides her as she steadied her breath, looking at the wide open window with wide eyes. She'd locked that when she went to bed. Her gown was tossed aside, and as she looked down, she watched as semen leaked from her recently-fucked pussy. She'd been used in her sleep, and in any other situation, she would be furious, but was that truly royal cum that was leaking from her body? Her finger swiped up some of it, lifting it to her mouth as she licked it clean, her eyes widening at the incredible taste. The Black King had defiled her in her sleep, he desired her body. The thought made her lips curl into a thoughtful smirk.

Getting up, she walked to the open window and looked out over the city before she froze.

On the building closest to her, the unmistakable figure of a man stood and gave her an almost mocking wave, the moon silhouetting him before he just vanished.

She needed to go to her sisters in the cult. She had a message to pass along.

- Bonus Scene – Ororo Munroe (Storm)

If even one more person assumed that she was Kuro's personal slave, she was going to drown this place in a thunderstorm of biblical proportions.

Whatever she'd been expecting when she'd agreed to go with Kuro to make sure that nothing happened to him, a piece of Ancient Rome trapped in time was not it. The history lover in her would be thrilled, but this place was rapidly wearing on her patience.

Stil, Kuro was to be married tomorrow? To a girl he had met approximately two days ago? He was acting fast, but then, his dutiful and obsessed bride came with an entire kingdom that seemed to think Kuro was some mythical figure. She wasn't surprised that Kuro hadn't hesitated to jump on things, but she needed to talk with him, and soon.

Looking out over the city, she smiled despite everything. Nova Roma was truly magnificent when you didn't have people assuming you were Kuro's exotic sex slave. What was Kuro planning to do with his new kingdom? Did he even have a plan?

Or was he just making it up as he went?

Old Author's Note: It's back to NG now, one chapter of that (to take it to 14) and then two chapters of this so they are at the same amount of chapters, then I'll alternate between them, doing two of each from then on. I like stopping at even numbers... why? Hell if I know, I just like even numbers.

Dream Magic is fun to write, since Kuro can just fuck with the dream world as he pleases, it makes it fun to write from the perspective of the dreamer.