Aztec Eric perspective

Perspective of Aztec Eric

I woke up in a soft bed of woven blankets, the sunlight streaming through the ornate jungle-themed windows of my grand pyramid. My day began with the sweet scent of incense and the gentle whispers of my harem of priestesses from other dimensions. I was the ruler of this dimension. At least now I was. Before I was nothing but a simple soldier, mere hours till I was sacrificed upon an altar to Tezcatlipoca for failing to push back the colonizers. That was until visitors arrived. Visitors that all looked much like me. They brought impossible technology and invited me to join their interdimensional society. I joined of course and over the past few years have used the resources they gave me to fully subjugate my dimension under my rule. Despite having access to all manner of tools and tech, I still chose to live a lifestyle very similar to my old, which also had the benefit of making my world more appealing to those futuristic versions of myself and my male subjects.

In the Eric society I made a lot of money selling 'authentic native whores' as they call them. I had a reputation among the Erics as a brutal and efficient **** catcher, to the point where I did illegal work to steal dangerous slaves that Prime deemed to much of a threat to authorize. Apparently Aztec Erics are very rare. Luckily for me, Mythological Greek Eric was recruited at about the same time so I had another person to work through the culture shock with. For, much of the Eric society was a twisted version of my world. Many women I knew through my life like Lolah the forager or Vana the tailor existed as weird futuristic parodies of themselves.

Anyways I sat in my resting place, planning on going to a 'bar' in the futuristic Eric society so I could take some illegal jobs **** rare women; but before that, I had morning wood to deal with.

I looked over at priestess Blair, a girl in my harem. She was unlike the others for I had purchased her at an auction at the Eric society. Apparently she was a version of a bitchy goth crush the modern Erics had. Her black hair with neon green highlight streaks was in a hime cut, framing her goth makeup, a headdress atop, adorned with crow and songbird feathers. The contrast of her colonizer pale skin with the dark lipstick and heavy eyeliner alongside her eyebrow, septum, nose, bridge and dimple piercings of gold made her look like a macabre goddess. She wore a black ornate poncho with green trimmings around her shoulders and back, a tunic top that barely covered her midriff, a black loincloth with green trimmings and fishnet leggings that ended at her knees. She had an Aztec tattoo of a serpent wrapping around her left arm and across her back. A rare beauty, a prize beyond belief.

"Priestess, come here," I called out. She walked over with a seductive sway in her child rearing hips, her tits jiggling with each step. She had a tiny waist and large round tits, a bit too large for her frame, but that was the modern taste of the Eric society. "Your Eric needs your worship. Meet me atop the temple, on the altar to me so all may witness."

"Yes, my god," she said stoically, leaving and heading towards the grand stone stairs leading to the altar. As 'Aztec Eric', I was god to these people. To tribute me, my people didn't sacrifice blood, they sacrificed the dignity and innocence of women.

I followed her, my cock already hardening with anticipation. The priestesses cleared a path as we ascended the stairs, eyes downcast. The temple was high above the city, with a view of the sprawling metropolis that was a blend of ancient and modern architecture. My temple was at the center, surrounded by a moat filled with water and floating lilies. "Excite them. Give them a pre-show." I whispered to priestess Blair while waving to my subjects who were gathering around the temple to witness my morning ritual.

She knew the routine. With a dramatic flourish, she removed her top, revealing her pierced nipples adorned with gold rings. The crowd gasped and murmured. She then proceeded to dance, her movements sensual and alluring as she circled the altar. Her hips swayed, her tits bounced, and her ass cheeks clapped together as she thrusted and moved her hands with a snake-like movement. The crowd grew more and more aroused.

As she danced, I watched the crowd's reaction. The men's eyes were glued to her, while the women looked on with fear. I was a cruel conqueror but I did not betray my people. After taking over the world, I had all civilizations who wronged me killed and all of their women enslaved. Now, the men of my empire got to enjoy endless pleasure and power over the white women who had tried to displace us. All of Europe's men had been eliminated and all of their women taken. The Aztec empire was in the middle of taking over Africa and Asia.

Priestess Blair danced closer to me, her eyes never leaving mine. She knew what I liked. She knelt before me, taking my cock in her hands. The crowd grew silent as she began to suck. I felt the power of the gods surge through me as she took me into her mouth. Her eyes watered but she never broke eye contact. The priestesses had been trained to never say no to me, to never look away, to never show any sign of displeasure.

I grabbed her hair and began to fuck her face. She gagged and choked, but she never stopped. Her eyes bulged and her makeup began to run down her face. The crowd watched with awe. This was what it meant to serve the gods. To be used and abused until there was nothing left but worship. My subjects grabbed their white slaves, all adorned in dirty sack like dresses and **** them to suck them off as they watched, mimicking the manner in which I was getting off.

As she took me deep into her throat, I felt myself getting closer to climax. I pulled out with a loud pop. "On your hands and knees," I ordered her, she obeyed immediately climbing onto the altar. I lined up behind her and pushed into her soaking wet pussy. I fucked her hard, her massive tits swinging back and forth as she took it. The crowd cheered and jeered. Her moans grew louder with each thrust. She was lost in the pleasure, her eyes glazed over and her jaw dropped. I reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her back into me harder, feeling the hard slaps of her big ass on my inner thighs. Some of my other priestesses gathered around us and chanted a chorus of moans, their voices rising and falling in time with my movements.

I reached down and grabbed her tits with each hand, pulling hard. "Give yourself to your god," I growled. I picked up the pace, her cunt tightening around me. With one final, powerful thrust, I came deep inside her, filling her up with my seed. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Blair collapsed onto the altar. I pulled out breathing heavily, then looked to the priestesses. "Alright. 2 of you pick her up and throw her to the people, another 6 of you lick me clean."

Two priestesses stepped forward and picked up Blair by her arms, carrying her down the stairs into the waiting crowd. They immediately began to tear at her loincloth and fishnets, eager to get at her now well-used body. The remaining priestesses began to worship my cock, licking and sucking until it was clean. I leaned back on the altar, watching as Blair was passed around the crowd. Each one of my men took his turn with her, fucking her in every way imaginable.

The sight was glorious. A reminder of the power I held. A reminder of what it meant to be an Eric. As I watched, I felt a sense of pride within me. This was the world I had built. A world where the colonizers served the chosen, where my people thrived.

After my morning ritual, I opened up a portal using my dimensional watch and walked into the Eric society. I still hadn't gotten used to that place, even after years. The future was weird but it had its upsides. These people did help me conquer my world after all. Beginning my walk to my sketchy workplace, I immediately saw a crowd gathered in the street watching something. I approached and asked another Eric what was going on. "I don't know man," He said, clearly high as the heavens. "That new right handed Eric who just started running the B cafe is like, ass fucking and like, whipping a new young Rebecka in front of everyone. It's pretty hardcore my Eagle warrior dude brother."

I made my way through the crowd, pushing through the spectators. Hmm? A young girl tied to an outdoor electricity light pole, welted skin, and a look of utter agony. This new right handed Eric guy has some real confidence. Watching him fuck a prized 'Rebecka' like that was inspiring to see. Too many Erics here had gotten complacent, too willing to get a blowjob then sit around all day as their worlds fell into disarray and their captives remained locked up unused. Seeing a new face spread debauchery so actively was a sight to behold. I decided I'd admired enough and walked to my usual bar hangout spot, hearing the squeals of a violent ass fuck as I got further.

The bar was called 'Dirty work'. It was where all the less savory Eric's came to unwind after a long day of fucking over lesser beings. It was dimly lit with wood walls covered in animal pelts, weapons and trinkets from felled foes. The bar was mostly empty this early. The bartender, a grizzled pirate Eric with a patch over one eye and a hook for a hand, gave me a nod as I sat down. "What'll it be?" He asked, his voice gruff from years of smoking.

"Just some agave wine."

He nodded and poured me a glass, his hook hand surprisingly useful as it worked the bottle. As I took a sip, I noticed a group of Eric's on couches in the corner. Some of my old pals. I grabbed my drink and walked over.

"Yo, it's Aztec!," one dressed in a toga with a crown of leaves said, raising a glass of wine. "Have a set my friend! Enjoy your shitty cactus water with us"

"Greetings, Greek," I rolled my eyes as I sat down. I looked towards the other 2 Erics, a white one dressed in an elaborate multilayer corset and the other dressed in jeans and homemade metal armor beaten and scorched. "Southern, Wasteland, nice to see you again."

"Aye, Aztec," Southern Eric drawled with a smirk, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "What brings you to our neck of the woods? We haven't been seeing as much of you since you started your world conquest thing. Might be easier if you just call upon the Eric militia like I did. I'm sure prime would be happy to help you out."

I chuckled. "I prefer to keep things... personal. Besides, the thrill of the hunt is half the fun."

"Yea don't listen to Southern," Wasteland Eric budded in, "wrestling with the mutated nuclear beast women of my world is what keeps me going. Southern Eric's black oppression is great, I'm sure, but if I was him I would have liked to break them all myself."

I nodded, taking a sip of my drink. "Each to their own. I like a challenge, and nothing is more satisfying than conquering the untouched who thought themselves gods like us."

"You can say that again," Greek slurred out through hiccups. "Can't believe we actually managed to capture the gods of my world. Prime would freak out if you ever found out we messed with divine powers. I live on actual mount Olympus now with gods enslaved under my command" Greek took another huge swig of his wine. "Apollo's quivering tight ass was worth it though."

Southern Eric winced, "Gross, I don't want to hear about you fucking dudes."

"Yea gross, I'd rather listen to more of Sothern's white supremacy rants," Wasteland added with snark.

"What can I say," Greek's slurring continued, "I'm Greek." He slumped over. Then shot his head again. But I got something more your preferences if you want." He whistled and from the back a woman approached us. The Greek goddess Athena.

Athena was wearing a sexualized boob chestplate, an elegant white cape and a short chainmail skirt. She looked around with resentment in her eyes. She was beautiful, her olive skin literally shimmering in the dim light, her brown hair wild and unkempt under her helmet. Wielding her spear and shield, her stomach toned and flat, her legs muscular. Despite her predicament, she had a regal bearing to her. A fiery spirit trapped in a body made to serve. Greek Eric grabbed arm and pulled her to him before rubbing her tight abs. "See this. This slut can peg. She goes in hard and leaves you begging for more."

Everyone groaned. "Oh shut the fuck up fruitcake," said wasteland pulling Athena towards him. readying up to have her ride him. "Aztec you haven't said much. You just here waiting for some illegal work?"

"No, I'm here to enjoy the company," I replied with a smile. "But if something interesting comes up, I'm not one to pass on an opportunity."

Wasteland grinned and turned to Athena. "Show us what you're worth, whore of the ancients."

Her eyes flashed with defiance, but she knew better than to resist. Athena straddled Wasteland, her gleaming armor reflecting the bar's dim lights and the shine illuminating from her own godly skin. The slender hands of her shield arm gripped the couch's armrest, and she used her spear planted into the ground with her other hand to position herself over his erect cock. She lowered herself slowly, the chainmail of her skirt clinking as he pulled it up, revealing her toned thighs. Her expression was resentment as she took him in, inch by inch, until she was fully impaled on his shaft.

Wasteland leaned back, a smug grin on his face as he felt her warm, tight pussy engulf him. He grabbed her hips, urging her to move, his eyes locked onto hers, challenging her to look away. But Athena met his gaze, her eyes burning with the fury of a sun. The room was filled with the occasional clank of metal and the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh. Her movements grew more vigorous, her breaths more ragged, as she rode him with a ferocity that rejected her subservient position. Each time she thrust down, her spear quivered in her hand, she was clearing getting into this.

But then, suddenly, she stopped. She threw her spear to the ground and her hand shot out, grabbing Wastelands face with surprising strength. She spit into his mouth. He blinked, shocked and disgusted. With a snarl, she leaned down, her piercing gaze never leaving him. He choked, but she didn't give him a chance to spit it out. Instead, she leaned in and kissed him hard, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Unsure of how to react, Wasteland began to thrust his hips into her, doing all the work she was doing before.

Her hand moved from his face to his throat, squeezing as he lost air. The room went silent. The other Erics watched in shock. The Southern's hand hovered over his holstered weapon. "Make me cum you mortal filth," She spat into his mouth not letting go of his throat.

Wasteland's eyes bulged but he didn't move. He was trapped, his cock still inside her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He gargled.

Athena's grip tightened. "Call me a whore again," she whispered, her voice a mix of anger and desire. "Call me your slut."

Wasteland's eyes widened. He was in uncharted territory, unsure if this was a new level of roleplay or a genuine rebellion. But his cock was still buried in her, and he could feel the power she held over him. "Fuck... you're... so tight," he managed to gasp out, his voice strained under her hand.

Her grip loosened slightly, and she began to move again, riding him with a fury that seemed to fuel her strength. "That's right," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "I'm a goddess. Worship me!"

Wasteland's face turned red, but his hips were moving faster now, driven by the fierce need to breathe. He choked out a moan, and she knew she had him. "Fuck, you're... you're so... good," he managed to say.

Athena smirked, feeling her own orgasm building. "Call me your goddess," she demanded, her voice a mix of desperation and power.

Wasteland Eric's eyes rolled back in his head, his body responding to the pressure on his throat and the tightness of her pussy. "You're... a... goddess," he croaked out.

Athena's smirk grew wider as she felt her power surge. Her movements grew more erratic, her hips bucking faster as she approached climax. The room was filled with the sound of her moans and his strained gasps for air. Her eyes lit up with victory as she felt the familiar tingle spread through her body. With a final, fierce squeeze of his throat, she threw her head back and screamed out her release, her pussy clamping down on his cock.

Athena released his throat leaving him exhausted with bloodshot eyes, his breaths coming in short, **** bursts. He could feel himself about to cum, but didn't want to give her the satisfaction. He pushed her off of him, his cock still standing tall and proud. "You think you can manipulate me?" He coughed out, trying to regain some semblance of control. "You're just a toy to me. A plaything to be used and discarded."

Athena stood tall, her breasts heaving with exertion, her skirt still bunched up around her waist. "I am not your toy," she said, her voice steady. "I am a goddess." She planted herself on Greek's lap, grinding her ass on his crotch. "At least this fool knows to take it when I dominate him." She spit on her hand, reached over and gave Wasteland a handjob while sitting on Greek's lap.

The bar remained still, the power dynamics were clear to everyone present. Wasteland just sat there miffed as he came with very little fanfare. she wiped the cum she got on her hands on his jeans. Athena had claimed her victory, even if it was only for a brief moment. Pissed off, rubbing his throat Wasteland said, "you're lucky I don't own you. I would have made you pay for that."

Athena just smirked. "But you don't own me. Not even the idiot who owns me really owns me."

Greek Eric chuckled drunk. "I told you she was fun. It's like she has a mind of her own." She started gyrating her hips in his lap like she was rewarding him for good behavior.

Right then, the doors to the bar swung open with a loud creak, and stumbled right-handed Eric, the new guy at the B cafe. His clothes disheveled and his eyes ****. He surveyed the scene before him from the front door, his gaze lingering on Athena. Recognition flickered in his eyes. "Holy fuck is that a Athena?" he blurted out, shocked.