Will They End?

Cavan. A vast, immervise social climate. The shining jewel of Emperor John's reign over a vast galactic empire. Cavan had been his home planet, a world with many similarities to Earth. It was in Cavan that John recognized his purpose. A purpose which would lead him into enslaving billions, and wiping out the rest. A monstrous purpose.

We do not get to decide what our life's purpose is. Some being from above has planned it out. All we can do is obey, or ignore the path laid out for us. For such is the True Path, the only way towards personal salvation.

"You wish to ursurp power from the Church?" Holy Mother Lunae asked. Her face contorted in disbelief.

John frowned at the term 'ursurp'. "I need not ursurp power, dear mother. I asked for the Church's assistance in wiping away the demonic stain inside our walls."

Mother Lunae held her breath. For all the rulers she had the displeasure of serving, none had asked such a bold request. This child, she thought. "The church is not an army for you to call upon as you wish,"

John stood from his seat, glanced across the opulent office, and strode towards the holy mother. "Lady Lunae, I implore you to recount the Great War. The Duke would have had all of your believers wiped out. Who came to your defense?"

Lady Lunae averted his gaze. "... That matter is much unrelated. The Church has long paid back it's debts to you and your warmongers."

John chuckles, swiftly wrapping an arm around the lady's waist. "You call my warriors warmongers. But I call them conquerors. Without them, would you be standing here today?" He asked.

The young emperor noted her trembling as he held her in his arm.

"... The church's recruits are not fighters, nor are they warriors for your ungodly cause." She said, disdain hinted in her tone.

"Well, that's a shame, lady Lunae." John pulled away. "I had hoped you'd see the benefits such an operation would have for your cause." He said.

"Benefits?" She asked, her interest now piqued.

John returned back to his seat and sunk down into its warmth. "Ahh," he let out a sigh.

"If that is all..." Lady Lunae dutifully sunk her head. Such was the required manner when dealing with an emperor, regardless of the decades she held over him.

As she turned to leave, a sudden voice reached out to the deepest corners of her mind, echoing a single command her body woult not refuse: Stop.

I can't move, she thought. Her body stopped off it's own accord, almost as though it were obeying an authority higher than her. Her chest heaved slowly, panic beginning to set it.

"I didn't permit you to leave." John tapped his fingers against the wood of his desk, reveling in the absolute control he held over such a figure.

"To think you would dare to use such a lowly trick on me." She spat, her anger radiating from where she stood.

"Lowly tricks are all that is necessary for a lowly whore such as yourself." He said.

Even from several feet away, John could hear the erratic and frantic beating of her heart. Fear. Such an arousing scent.

"The Church will have you — "

John cut her off with a resounding slap to her bum. He sunk his hand into her ass-cheek, kneading her plentiful flesh.

Mother Lunae gasped at the sudden groping, but was powerless to resist. All she could do now was allow the childish emperor his satisfaction. "You bastard." Hatred seeped from her lips.

"You have a wonderful ass." John teased, his hands caressed her bubble butt. "I'm surprised you haven't been taken by the bandits and **** to ****."

"I have the — HMM! — lord's blessing." She gasped at the sudden roughness of his touch.

As John reached down to bare the holy woman of her robes, the door swung open, revealing a young man by the frame. His gaze flickered between the emperor and the Holy Mother, eventually landing on John.

"My lord, the Dukes await your presence in the meeting room." He bowed.

John raised a causal eyebrow, his hand still firmly dug into the mother's ass. "What business do I have with the Dukes?" He asked, in a tone that rang that thunder.

The young man let out a frightened shriek at the **** behind his lord's words. "I— I apologize, my lord. I will have them wait in the war room," his voice was high-pitched. A single drop of sweat dipped down his forehead.

"No, stay. The dukes will have to learn my attention isn't demanded."

At this, the holy mother spun to face him, het cheeks reddened. "I-I thought we were having a discussion... your majesty?" She asked. Panic began to creep into his voice.

The young man by the door-frame, shivering where he stood, locked eyes with his lord for just a moment. Wordlessly, he spun around and shut the door, locking it. Feeling her feet lift off the ground, the holy mother's eyes grew wide. "You — Your Majesty?!" She gasped.

"What a peculiar way to address me... boy, have you ever experienced the warmth of a lady such as her?" John asked.

To this, the young man shook his head. He was troubled by his lord's manners of addressing him, as he was more than double the emperor's age. He let out a solemn sigh.

John gave a dramatic shake of his head. His eyed gazed at the young man with pity. "The boy is saddened. Might it not be best to allow him the pleasure of the flesh, as you jovially shout to your followers."

From where she was held firmly in the sky, the holy mother gave a firm, if somewhat ****, shake of her head. "No. No. I am not some common harlot or whore. I am— " her words broke off with a sudden and unexpected gasp, followed by the raunchy sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

The holy mother's eyes filled with horror as the realization struck her. Her eyes slowly descended, and she let out what could only be described as a pained moan. "Yo— You bastard. Again. You shall be— HNG!"

Her protests and shouts turned to moans and gasp. John leaned forward, releasing one of the hands holding her in plane, and grasped her bouncing breast.

John thrusted up into her from below, bouncing her upon his dick. "Join in, boy,"

Soon enough, both men were having their way with the holy mother. John had taken her cunt, while the young man jovially agreed to fuck her asshole. The holy mother's cries were something of an annoyance to John, but a few slaps here and there shut her up soon enough.

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I groggily stir awake from my sleep. My dorm room is unusually silent, which is a sign that Jake has already run off to class. With a groan, I push myself off my bed and onto my feet.

Wordlessly, mind a few more groans and moans, I make my way into the bathroom and begin to get ready. After I shower and slip into an outfit, I rush out of the room, grabbing an apple to eat, before heading out to start the day.

I've only got two classess today, but they each run longer than a regular class, so it'll likely be a while before I have the time to relax.

My first class of the day is science. While not entirely sure, I do think I remeber Brittany mentioning she was taking a science class this semester as well. It's a bit unusual for her, but my parents didn't complain.

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As luck would have, the two of us are in the same class after all. I walk into the room to find her already sitting at a desk, blissfully unaware of my appearance. When she does turn to the door and notices me, her cheeks redden out of embarrassment, forcing her to turn around and pretend she didn't see me. Ah, who knew my older sister could be so cute.

As I pan over the room to find a suitable seat, I notice Rio by the front of the class, books scattered around her desk. That could be fun. My cousin, Tom, also happens to be in the class, though I'm far less excited about that.

At the front of the room stands Professor Patel, who is reviewing complex notes she's already scribbled all over the blackboard. I eye the notes on the board, deeming them substantial.

When she's done wiping away her notes, Professor Patel strolls over to her desk and sits down. She reaches out into her bag and pulls out a clipboard, and then begins to call out names.

It takes some times before Professor Patel reaches my name. As soon as Tom hears my name called, and realizes we're in the same class, his entire demeanor changes. He develops a wicked grin, though he doesn't do or say anything directly. The two of us never really got along, even when we were kids, so I expect him to start messing around if given the opportunity. His appearance in the room actually makes me thankful for Brittany; she's always had a way of keeping him under control.

Before I can dwell on it ling enough, Professor Patel dives righting into her lecture.

Her presentation, as I come to learn, is painfully long and generally boring. She's teaching some good material which would be interesting if not for her dry and methodical approach to it. Even my staring and ogling doesn't shield me from boredom, and soon enough, I feel myself beginning to doze off.

If not for the shining orbs floating around the classroom, I likely would have fallen asleep. I sigh, slowly examining the lights to deem which is useful and which aren't.

Thanks to the Succubus's 'upgrade', I now have a general understanding of each of the lights and their effects. For example, if I absorb the blue light, it would shrink me down for a short period. Though I doubt I can get away with suddenly 'vanishing' in the middle of a packed classroom.

So, the best choice of the three lights is the dull black light. I reach out, and with some slight mental challenges, manage to absorb the light. Immediately after, I realize I've list the lyrics to my favorite song. It's a bit unnerving. Once the light has dimmed into nothingness, I look around the room to find that everyone in the class has frozen in place. Professor Patel is standing by the blackboard with her mouth half open. Brittany is paused in the middle of fidgeting in her seat out of boredom. And Tom is in the middle of... throwing an eraser at my head.

That son of a bitch,

I stand up from my seat and begin to experiment with the laws of this time-stopping power. The hustle and bustle of tje city outside continues, meaning the power isn't universal... yet. The effects seems largely localized to the school, though I notice it does affect other creatures that wander into its temporal bubble. Case in point, a bee from outside tries to buzz its way into the classroom, only to become frozen in mid-air once it passes through the window.

I'm unsure how long the temporal bubble will hold, as it appears to be gradually sucking away my strength. It's as though there's a timer inside me, pounding like a second heartbeat. As long as it keeps beating, I assume I have time in this timeless room.

I swallow down any doubt and begin. As much fun as it to play with the various attractive women in my class, now oblivious to stop my unwanted advances, there's something I'd like to do in this time-stopped world that is far from sexual.

Beating the shit out of Tom,

He's sitting on the other side of the class, equipped with his usual infuriating smug look as he watches the eraser he threw at my head zipping through the air. He was going to make me look like an idiot; unfortunately for him, that's not going to happen.

I stroll over to his desk and get a few practice punches in. With my toned physique, I'm more than capable of bringing the pain to Tom's face and stomach. Every hit is punctuated with a sickening crunch, which I don't quite understand.

One particularly powerful hit results in Tom's nose collapsing under the weight of my fist. Blood dribbles down as he continues to stand there, oblivious and unaware to the pain that's awaiting him.

Once I'm done with him, I turn my attention towards Brittany, the sole reason for this time-stopping madness. It might be taboo, but I've always found Brittany attractive. My entire friend group had, though I shut down their hopes instantly. And now, with her sitting on her seat, unaware as to what I'm about to do to her, it's too irresistible to pass up.

"Sorry, sis," I whisper as I begin to unbutton her outer layer. Eventually, I pull it back to reveal a white tank top, fit tightly around her chest and begging to be ripped open. It takes an incredible amount of self control, but I fight the urge. There would be too many questions raised if Brittany's shirt was to magically rip open in the middle of class.

I delicately remove her undergarments and then move down to her waist. In order to get access to her skirt, I have to lift her up from her seat first. It also has the added benefit of letting me grope her ass, which I'm eternally grateful for.

Once she's properly undressed, I position her against the desk and remark at her soft her skin feels. That makes me wonder; can she still get wet even with time stopped. I run a finger around her lips, letting it slightly penetrate her mouth just to test the wetness. I then bring it down to her other, more sensitive area, and conduct a similar test. Satisfied with the results, I start stroking my already hardening cock to begin my next conquest.

There are countless things that I'd love to do woth my sister's unattended body, but I'm aware that time isn't on my side. It's best to start things slow, as to not ruin the build-up. I position Brittany's body on top of her desk, with her mouth wide open.

It takes a bit of work, just because my older sister is heavier than I expected, but I manage to get the job done. As I prepare to enter her mouth, a part of myself can't help but wish time would unfreeze right now, just so I could see her reaction as I begin to vigorously fuck her mouth.

I thrust myself into her mouth with relative ease, letting out a sudden moan as the unexpected sensation. Unceremoniously, my cock pushes her lips apart and rams down her throat. I reach out and grab a handful of her hair, using it to keep myself steady as I thrust into her mouth.

I never expected to get this close to my sister's lips with my hard cock, but I quickly overcome the novelty of it all and focus on getting the most out of my new fucktoy as I can. I quickly pull out before I can cake her face with my load, instead opting to change positions. I've penetrated her mouth, but now it's time to penetrate something else.

There's a long, ominous silence as I contemplate the morality of violating Brittany for my own pleasure. A blowjob and footjob are one thing, but can I really cross the threshold and fuck my own sister? As I pondering on the lasting effects of such an act, I look down to notice that I've spent the past several minutes repeating thrusting in and out of her warm taboo slit.

Oops.

There's something particularly enticing about not only fucking my sister, but also doing it without her ever realizing it. I lean forward and play with her supple breasts while pounding her from the back. More than just fucking Brittany though, I also come to appreciate that I have an audience of unaware spectators. I imagine Professor Patel studying your technique at the front of the class, lecturing to everyone else on the role of a dutiful sister in my new world order.

I roughly knead Brittany breasts, as I thrust my hips back and forth as fast as I can. Even with the silence filling the room, the sensation is still euphoric.

This time-stopping power is incredible, but I know I don't have much longer before I burst inside her. I dig my hands into her thighs, leveraging her legs against my shoulders so I can fully explore her depths with my seed. I repeatedly pump into her, filling her with my familiar goo.

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"You know, Professor Patel, I have a feeling that you'll be my favorite teacher," I tease as my cocks dives right into her waiting cunt. I grab a handful of her hair and pull it back, steadying myself as I pound into her.

The room soon fills with the rocking of Professor Patel's desk and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. I stare into the eyes of my onlookers as I fuck the professor that many of the boys had been lusting after since class began. It's a bit of a power trip. It's even better fucking her against her desk.

My groans soon fill the room as I allow myself to indulge, not holding back anything while fucking the woman. I lean forward and cup her asscheeks, holding her in place as I ram into her. Soon, I feel my balls about to unload inside her.

Of course, I could pull out and coat her with my sperm, but what's the fun in that. There's something about this older woman's body that makes me crave filling her with my seed. I want to subvert the authority she has as a teacher and turn her into the one thing she's probably fought her whole life to avoid becoming: a mother.

I dump my load inside her with one final thrust, pressing into her and filling her insides with every last drop of my jizz.

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I take my time in parting the lips of Rio's cunt with my cock head, savoring every second as I break the intangible seal that she protected for her entire life up until now. With one final deep thrust, I've turned the frozen girl into a frozen woman. I give her ass a few lights smack as I settle into a rhythm of hard, deep thrusts.

Even frozen in place, Rio's cunt provides enough sensations to keep me going. She might be not be able to react to my invasion, but her wet tunnels sure can. I hold her steady by the waist, groaning as her insides wraps and flexes around my shaft. Even with time stopped, she's a good fuck.

When I feel my orgasm nearing, Rio's body instinctively tighens around my cock, as if it's just as **** to receive my seed as I am to give it. The only question thay remains is whether or not I'm ready to send my studious classmate towards a path of early motherhood.

Sadly, I don't have much time to weigh the pros and cons of such a decision. My orgasm comes too fast for me to do anything other than grip her hair and thrust deeply into her. My hands roam around the unaware girl's body while I pump the last dribbles of my cum into her. A part of me knows it's wrong to defile her like this, but a much bigger part of me knows it's worth it.

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(AN: I apologize for the long wait. I'm back and I have some great chapters planned out.)