*Speak Softly, And Carry Not Only A Big Stick, But A Huge Basket Of Bread To Share...*

^About how many people are there in our Empire?^ you ask.

^Around Three Billion total, why?^ Berylia responds, and you smile.

^And in the world total?^ you ask, doing math in your head.

^Roughly eight billion, but seriously, why?^ Berylia asks again.

^The way I figure it, I need around sixty percent of the global population under my authority before it would be reasonable to launch the final crusade for planetary dominance. We don't want to tip our hand too early, but I can't wait too late either, so we need to start moving forward with plans to ingather more people As-Soon-As-Possible,^ You explain, and Berylia smiles.

^Perfectly logical, but for right now, we have some matters of state to attend to,^ she says.

^Oh, and what would those Be?^ You ask.

^First, I haven't had a good orgasm in months and I'm really starting to feel distracted by the demands of my cunt to be filled with a huge chub of man meat. Second, planning the Wedding: we are to be married and we need to select decorations and so on for our ceremony," Berylia says, pulling back the covers and planting a hot kiss on your nutsack.

"And the rest of you?" You ask with a smirk.

"You've got a tongue and two hands don't you?" Fireblade asks rhetorically...

You soon are covered in pregnant ice blue-skinned women, Berylia is sucking your dick to get it hard, Fireblade is kneeling on your face, and both Greywind and Ellowyn are putting some kind of oily lubricant on your hands. The orgy proceeds from there with pleasure both given and received, as you lick the alphabet across Fireblade's twat and stroke Ellowyn and Greywind until your muscles ache and they all have had multiple orgasms. It's not easy to coordinate all your body parts like this: especially when Berylia is stroking your shaft so nice and passionately! She is sopping wet and you feel her muscles milking your shaft for all it's worth, but you manage to hold on through three orgasmic spasms, then focus your will on connecting to all four of their minds as your own release approaches. You suddenly find yourself experiencing the tryst from five separate perspectives, and it's much too much, causing you to cum, which in turn makes all of THEM cum! Your eyes roll back in your head and you scream ecstasy into Fireblade's pussy, then in unison, you all pass out...

"Ugh." You groan as you wake up, feeling instantly that the others are still on top of you, and try to extract your hands and arms from the pile of nude bodies. You feel sticky and dirty with sweat and alien women's sexual fluids, but you realize that you've just crossed a major threshold, you've truly CONNECTED with another mind, AND you've had sexual relations with a Salutar woman; Four in fact.

You also realize that if Fireblade had stayed kneeling on your face you would have suffocated, but she's crawled down to bracket you, lying half on top of you while Berylia takes up the other half and Greywind and Ellowyn cuddle up to both of them. You are fully separate people again, each with a different perspective and senses, but you distantly feel a lingering glow of the soup of pleasant chemicals released by orgasm sloshing around in each of your heads, so you know you can't have been passed out long...

Your struggling to free your aching arms soon wakes Greywind and Ellowyn who smile at you and let your arms free then cuddle up again. You flex your arms a bit then fold them behind your head. ^Did I do good?^ you ask quietly. And Greywind just pinches your ass in reply, but Ellowyn whispers back.

"Better than anyone I've ever made love with before, male or female," she says in English and Greywind kisses your neck and nods.

You lie there quietly, basking in the glow of the compliment and lingering effects of the huge orgasm, for about ten minutes, before with a yawn and stretch Fireblade wakes and crawls up to kiss you. "You've just ruined normal sex for me you know that?" she says with a grin that belies the condemnation of her words as the kiss breaks, then the pile breaks up and everyone goes to redress. That is, all except Berylia, who pulls the covers over you and cuddles close, not exactly waking though she moves with purpose.

^Um, Berylia?^ you ask, but there is a resounding ^Shhhh!!!!^ from the others, and you look at them in confusion.

^Berylia is the most heterosexual woman we know, she can barely get off from us. Ever since you killed the Royal Impregnator she's been slowly but surely going mad with the 'Sex Need'. Just let her sleep off that huge orgasm and everything will be fine,^ Ellowyn whispers.

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