Dinner

The dining room was unexpectedly simple. A long wooden table, comfortable chairs, and soft lighting that felt almost homey. Three identical androids moved with perfect synchronization, setting out plates and bowls.

Steam rose from the dishes. The scent was unfamiliar but appetizing.

"Chinese food," Moxie said, taking a seat at the head of the table. "One of my favorites from Earth."

The queens settled into their chairs, still naked, still processing everything. Lysara picked up the thin wooden sticks beside her plate, examining them with academic curiosity.

"Chopsticks," Moxie explained, demonstrating the grip. "Takes some practice."

The androids served them efficiently. Kung pao chicken, fried rice, dumplings, and various other dishes that the elves had no names for.

Lysara managed to fumble a dumpling into her mouth. She chewed, her expression thoughtful.

"I must confess, my lord, I did not expect this." She gestured at the table, the food, the casual atmosphere. "I'd expect a species so advance would do things, perhaps differently".

Moxie laughed. "We actually don't need to eat. It's up to everyone's preference, really. Apart from enjoying sex, the citizens share little in common. I prefer the process of eating. The ritual of it. The flavors and textures." He popped a piece of chicken into his mouth. "But others find it a hassle. Some haven't eaten actual food in centuries."

Aelindra set down her chopsticks, her golden eyes fixed on Moxie.

"What dost thou want from us?" Her voice was steady, direct.

Vel'kora smiled, her red eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Is it not simple, dear sister?" The drow leaned back in her chair. "Especially after the hunt, 'tis well established what we are now. His sex slaves. We are expected to open our holes for him whenever he desireth. Mouth, cunt, arse. All available for his pleasure."

Moxie nodded at Vel'kora. "That's indeed one core element of your new life." He looked at each of them in turn. "What are your thoughts on this arrangement?"

Vel'kora was the first to reply, still smiling that dangerous smile.

"I mind it not." She picked up a dumpling with surprising dexterity. "When I was younger, I was defeated and taken captive by the previous drow Matron. I was made to serve her for almost eighty years. In all ways, if thou takest my meaning." She bit into the dumpling. "I served as her plaything, her weapon, even as her foot stool when it pleased her. Until I found a moment of weakness and flipped our positions most dramatically."

The drow's expression turned thoughtful. "This situation is not much different. Save that, given the vast strength you possess, I doubt I shall ever have the chance to flip the situation as I once did. Thus, I shall serve thy with my ultmost effort"

Moxie laughed, genuinely amused. "I'd rather you try, actually. That way I'd have another opportunity to punish you."

Vel'kora's smile widened. "Mayhaps I shall, then. If only to earn such delicious punishment."

Lysara cleared her throat, drawing attention.

"With a relationship like this, thou needest no reason to punish any of us." She met Moxie's eyes. "Thou art master. We are property. But I would reaffirm my loyalty regardless." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "Our civilization has nothing that an advanced species could need. No resources thou cannot obtain elsewhere. No knowledge thou dost not already possess. I hope that by submitting completely, my people can be treated with... consideration."

Her voice softened. "Most problems my people face, nay, all of them, can be resolved by your Nexus in an instant. Famine, disease, resource scarcity. All trivial matters to such power. I would see my people prosper, even if the price is our body and dignity."

"I intend for Nexus to ensure prosperity for your civilizations," Moxie said. "On the condition of their obedience, of course."

Lysara nodded. "I would leverage my position as queen to ensure my civilization obeys. The Moon Elves shall kneel before thee without question." She leaned forward. "But I would know the specifics. What dost thou intend? How wouldst thou use my people?"

Moxie set down his chopsticks, his expression becoming more animated.

"Horizon-7 is an archipelago. Tens of thousands of islands of varying sizes scattered across vast oceans." He gestured as if painting a picture in the air. "Right now, it's empty. Beautiful but lifeless. I intend to fill it, one by one, with the most beautiful members of the various species from my conquered worlds."

He smiled. "Each island will be some kind of resort or theme park. Unique experiences tailored to different fantasies and desires. And I'll occasionally visit to sample their hospitality."

Vel'kora interrupted, her grin turning wicked. "By sampling their hospitality, thou meanest fucking the brains out of them, aye?"

Moxie's smile widened. "It's more than that. The keyword here is theme. Each island will offer something different. Something unique."

"Such as?" Vel'kora pressed.

"You'll have to wait and see." His tone was playful, teasing. "I'm still working out the details. But trust me, you'll all play important roles in bringing these visions to life."

Aelindra spoke up, her warrior's voice firm with conviction.

"I shall issue a decree. Every single Sun Elf shall kneel in thy presence. Any who resist shall answer to me personally." Her bronze skin flushed slightly. "If this is the price for our people's prosperity, then I shall ensure it is paid without complaint."

Moxie looked at the three queens, satisfaction clear on his face.

"If that's the case, you don't have to worry about anything. Your civilizations will thrive under my ownership." He leaned back. "I'm satisfied with your stances. And obedience should be met with reward. What do you want now?"

Aelindra raised her hand first, almost sheepishly for a warrior of her stature.

"I would... a bath would be most welcome, my lord. The hunt was..." She trailed off, glancing down at herself. Dried sweat, grass stains, and other fluids marked her bronze skin.

Vel'kora tried to look demure, though the effect was ruined by her perpetual grin. "The chance to serve thee is reward enough, master. Truly, what more could this humble **** desire?"

Aelindra rolled her eyes so hard it was audible.

Lysara spoke last, her voice serene. "I would hope to acquire something to wear, my lord. Being constantly naked is... disconcerting."

Moxie stood, considering their requests.

"A bath is good. We'll bathe together. All four of us." He smiled at Lysara. "As for something to wear, I've got something in mind. Something that will suit your new positions perfectly."

The three queens exchanged glances. Uncertainty mixed with resignation mixed with, in Vel'kora's case, anticipation.