* With Your New Reive Sucking You Off: But Before We Get To That, Some Info On Your Advisors... *

Maria Xixpixki has become not only your Reive; but concubine as well. She is a perfect little strumpet, even though you are incapable of fathering children as would a living man you can enjoy sex and do so frequently. You have sired 7 crippled children so she and the other leaders of the last Noctian city, (whose name you have changed from "Baalmagor" to "Noctica",) can sink closer to the perfection of Khayne, and all have partaken of your generosity.

Let me now list your advisors relatively briefly before we start the story in earnest.

Halyard: the Leader of the City's Kacqufik, Minister of Morale, Keeper of the Mac-A-Bray
Halyard is a relatively old Noctian for this city, having already been of the 9th generation, and now become 7nth. He is tall and dark skinned for a Noctian, with piercing brown eyes and songs that are more war-chants. Halyard is the city's Keeper of the Mac-A-Bray the monthly grand balls on the night of the full moon where the Noctians dance in the streets and mingle among their own.

Riki: Leader of the City's Salutar, Minister of War: Scourge.
Riki is a charming and powerful Salutar 'Fury', the rare Salutar called not to be healers and menders of mind and body, but surgeons that excise the taint of the 'body politic'. Riki too is not as pale-skinned as most Noctians you remember, in fact, almost none of your advisors are, but in her, it is a subtle thing. Her orange hair is cropped short and always artfully styled with various patterns shaved into it by her human slaves. Like almost all Salutar she bears a functional third eye on her forehead.

Nopaltzin: Leader of the city's Barowgen, Minister of Research and Development.
Like the other members of the council of Progenitors, Nopaltzin has Enervated one of your crippled children to descend closer to Khayne. However, unlike the others, this seems to have affected him more significantly than just decreasing his Generation. He now cannot consume any blood except for that of animals, a restriction similar to the clan weakness of the Trugen, in which each Noctian can only drink blood from one type of victim. He appears to harbor no rancor over this, but you sense he is hiding something...
Physically Nopaltzin looks like a walking corpse, with deathly pale and mottled skin, slightly sunken eyes, little hair, and a nose that has fallen away. He dresses in a plague doctors outfit to hide it.

Nicolo Barozzi called Magnus: Leader of the Zatarain, Minister of Magic: Arch-Mage.
"Magnus" was the weakest of your council, 13th generation, the generation of ****. Normally he would have been slain outright, but he also was the last surviving Noctian from clan Zatarain in the city as well as a brilliant Thaumatalogist, so you let him live and lowered his generation to an acceptable level. He has sired five apprentices, each to study and research one area of the Thaumatology he knows, and you are glad because his clan is at greatly reduced risk of dying out.
Magnus is missing an eye, a legacy of his youth when he got into a duel with another young man over a girl. He has long bright red hair and his eye turned crimson on his conversion to the status of Noctian. His skin is darker than most, almost the color of rust.

Iccauhtli: Leader of the City's Sombrile: Minister Of State: Chief Diplomat.
Iccauhtli is a social creature, and more adept at diplomatic relations between various people that he is at Noctian blood magic. He, therefore, was a natural choice for Minister Of State.
Iccauhtli is the member of your advisory council who looks most like the Noctians of old, with rust red hair, skin like snow, and pale green eyes. This is because he is the oldest of your council besides yourself, actually remembering the era of the Empire properly. He is now the Seventh Generation.

Magdalena Ollin called Mage: Leader of the City's Romakanova: Minister of Exploration.
The Romakanova was one of the "wandering clans" that maintained the trade routes of the old empire, but they have been **** to become sedentary by the human barbarian hordes that roam the countryside and the lack of other cities to create trade routes TOO.
This is felt by none more keenly than their leader Mage. Now of eighth Generation she feels the call of the Romakanova wanderlust with increased keenness, and is slowly but surely going mad trapped in one city. To alleviate that you have appointed her Minister of Exploration: and even now she and her Children scout around Noctica within the protection of the Penumbra of Your "Dominion" power.

And last, of the Council of Progenitors, we come to...

Maria Xixpixki: Secondary Leader of the City's Trujen, (You are their true leader,) and Representative of the Trugen to the Progenitors Council: Minister of Finance: Rieve of Noctica Province.
Maria Xixpixki is the youngest of the members of the Progenitors Council and ministers of the Noctian Empire. Converted into a Noctian less than 50 years ago at the age of 21 she remains mostly human in her outlooks. You are sorry for making her Enervate your child because she has been damaged by it emotionally.
Though spirituality struggling with what she did she is performing her post as Rieve well, and you're completely satisfied with the sex as well...

All that out of the way we truly join the story...

*Ghluk-Ghluk!* The sound of Maria deep-throating your shaft fills the throne room of the Doge's Palace in Noctica. Your Rieve's throat muscles try to push your invading phallic member out even as her neck muscles shove it back in. It's a good thing Noctians don't have to breathe because she's been doing this for twenty minutes...

It's so good! Hot, slippery and wet, no human woman could do this for you! Her throat-pussy is so incredibly tight around your shaft as she slides back and forth over you, her tongue slurping along the underside with each entrance and withdrawal! You are getting ready to explode, the sensations are just too much!

"Maria, I am about to...!" You manage to get out. She sucks you as deep as you can go before you start pouring the seed-blood out of your balls: a jet of the thick ichor splashing against the walls of her esophagus!

She drinks every drop, then lets your deflating rod leave her mouth and smiles up at you. "I did well Master?" Maria asks.

"Quite well, Thou hardly gagged once," You reply and pick her up effortlessly.

"Thank you, Master. We should go to the council chambers and hear the reports. I think everything is ready today. We will finally know what we have available..." Maria says...

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