Conquest. An urge to exert power over, an urge to seize, an urge to take, that exists in every being, no matter the sex, no matter the race. The urge may be small, or large, how it expresses itself can vary, but the bottom line is, if it can think, it can conquer. Give it even a smidge of power and it will use it.
This was the fundamental truth that I understood.
Trample the body. Win the mind. Seize the heart. Subdue the spirit. All towards one end.
Those were the words that I could feel in every fibre of my being.
Together, this truth and those words were all I had filling my empty mind when I first opened my eyes. Those were the only words I had in all my being, when I first laid eyes on her; the beauty sitting atop her throne.
Opening my eyes for the first time, the only thing I was sure of being my desires, I saw her. A beauty I felt I could never possibly have the opportunity to see, much less stand in front of. She had a light pink hue to her fair skin, gold spear-like eyes that skewered your very soul, her lips, freshly licked by a tongue that seemed trained and eager to drink of the blood drained from the skewered soul, all framed by long, straight, silver hair that disappeared behind her shoulders. Her body was toned and barely covered, her well endowed chest that threatened to squeeze the very air from my lungs, lightly rising and falling in time with her breathing; the perfect demonstration of her control and poise, and the humiliating statement that my presence was like that of a speck of dust. Her tummy had the faint impression of abdominal muscles; surely she was a woman that could handle her fair share of exotic activity.
She sat, calm, composed and confident, evaluating - criticizing every part of me. Her head softly resting on her left hand, her left leg raised and resting on her right thigh, her inner sanctum thinly guarded by pressed thigh and thin loincloth. The cloth was draped on gold wire that sat on her hips. A gold ring at the center of the cloth’s fixture had two, two finger-wide strips tied to it; hung from a cloth color around her neck. The strips raced down her body, covering the woman’s nipples in their wake. Cursed, enviable strips they were.
The torch-lit chamber we found ourselves in was built from warm stone blocks. The look and texture reflecting the refined and timeless nature of its principal occupant, sitting high above me on her ornate throne.From some indiscernible source above, glistening golden oil dripped onto the woman’s shoulders, trickling down her body, some traces guided by the strips of cloth.
Our wordless stand-still raged for what felt like a millenia. It was only broken when she smirked, and lifted her head from her hand.
“Do you know where you find yourself?” she asked, every word making my heart twist, and my ears buzz.
“I do not,” I replied rigidly, as if my voice was being compelled to speak.
“Do you remember how you got here?”
“I do not,” I replied once again. My memories were blank before her image.
“Do you see yourself?”
I looked down and some myself wrapped in mist of blue, red and black.
“I-I do,” I said, confused. The sight didn’t seem correct to me.
She took a heavenly breath, and looked around her chamber, seemingly thinking about greater things than I. My eyes were still locked on her despite her lack of care towards me. She eventually seemed satisfied with her thoughts, and looked down at me.
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“Do you know who you are?”
“I do n-”
“No, not like that,” she interrupted mildly annoyed.
“The essence of who you are, the nature of your core. Do you know who you are?”
I looked to her, awe-struck at such a profound question. I turned inwards; the answer was clear. The words and thoughts that I have running through my being; that’s who I am.
“I do,” I said, a surge of something jolting across my body, as if happy that I acknowledged it.
She seemed pleased with the answer, her head lightly swaying from side to side as if she was moving along to a song only she could hear.
“Do you know what you want?” she asked, her eyes narrowing on me.
Instantly, the world around me went pitch black, sans the woman on her throne, and the wall behind it.
“I want you,” I said, still awestruck. She had asked a personal question of me earlier; I merely thought that she was inviting truthful and honest responses.
Immediately after I uttered the last syllable, the air left my lungs, or rather, it was squeezed out of my lungs.
Wrapped around my body were her slender fingers now made huge. Every squeeze, every twitch of their muscles sending buzzing waves of euphoria throughout the body. My body was not mine to move, my eyes locked on the fingers that gripped me. But yet, I wanted to follow them, and so I did, through the waves of euphoria I tried to lift my head. In response to my desperate rise, I felt the flicker of something inside of me once again. Something that could help me defy her, something that fueled me to defy her. I wanted to defy her, and this something reacted. As I struggled, filled with this strange something, I found familiarity and nostalgia within me.Slowly and stiffly, I lifted my head, every jerk, every inch forward strengthening my sense of self. Tracing along the length of an oversized but still perfectly proportioned arm, I came to meet myself more and more. I reached the shoulders and then the face of the fingers’ owner.
She, as beautiful as she was large looked down at me, smiling. She seemed interested in my struggle. But it did not seem that she noticed the change within me just yet.
“A little man like you? Wishes to have me? The gall of it all! Have my charms melted the pink sponge you call a brain?”
“I won’t just have you,” I slipped my hand out, fueled by my desire, I was able to grab a hold of one of her fingers, at which time a jolt left my body and entered hers, and she noticed. Her eyes instantly flew to the spot that I had dared touch. “I’ll take you,” I said, a devious smirk forming on her face in response to my defiant stare.
However, my bravado was quickly interrupted.
She lifted me up, and threw me down as if she wanted me to shatter like a plate. I fell through the floor that had appeared only for me to break, the bricks giving out beneath me. I fell through darkness for only a second until I hit another floor. The world around me forming out of the darkness, the world looking again like her throne room. Before I could regain my bearings, and intense pressure and pleasure arose from my loins. Opening my eyes once again I saw the now normal-sized woman stepping on my manhood, wearing slight heels, grinding her foot down into my region occasionally.
“Say that again,” she said, taunting me, “If you can even manage that. Poor. Pathetic. Pitiful boy.” Every word, she wanted to sting.
She once again ground her foot into my region and another mind searing wave of pleasure shot throughout my body. But in that pleasure, I saw the image of me beneath another’s heel, and a spark lit once more in my being. I gazed back up at her, at the lips I would bite, at the breasts I would caress without abandon and at the body I would play like an instrument. My desires overwhelmed this heretical pleasure, and I locked my eyes with her, something… powerful, surging out of me.
“I will conquer you.” I said. A suicidal smile on any other mortal’s face, was my irresistible declaration of war. This may have been the end of me, but so long as I felt the urge to take this woman, I would spend every second trying to inch closer to that outcome, for that was all I knew.
The woman however, flashed another interested smile, and raised her foot, only to slam it back down with a force that could only have excitement powering it. I however felt no pain, I fell through the floor again only to fall into a chair positioned in front of a long table stocked with appetizing food. As I scanned down the length of the table, at its end, I saw her, sitting, swirling a glass of wine in her left hand, her head resting on her right fist. Her eyes would be at home on the face of an amused devil.
“Let us play a game then, a challenge if you will, my dear Auroro.”