Tension

"Ah, an outsider at last, you must be him." One of them says to you, towering over you, with age on his face.

"Uh... you must have mistaken me for another?" you reply.

The other mage pulls out a scroll from the sleeve of his robe and unfurls it. As he holds it up to you, you can clearly see your likeness drawn on the parchment with the words "Wanted for information. Capture alive or receive penalty of ****."

"Mmmm, no mistake." The old man says with a chuckle.

You look at the mages in shock right before you turn around and start sprinting but you don't get far, the sand beneath your feet seems to diffuse and as thrash your arms and legs you sink into it until only your head is popping out.

When you realize you aren't sinking any deeper and you can't possibly get out yourself, you turn your head and look at the two mages. One of the mages walks up beside the one holding his spellbook out and pats him on the shoulder as he says "Qalim! I didn't know you had gotten so good at controlling the sands!"

"I've started taking lessons from Kollqa. He says i have real good knack for it." Qalim responds as he gestures with his hand and you start to rise out of the sand.

Incredibly the sand around rises with you and with a gesture from Qalim, it tightens around you and seems to grow solid until you are floating in the air with every part of your body except your head cocooned with sand.

"The emperor will want to speak with you, but i must remind you to be civil. The emperor does not suffer fools." Qalim says as he gestures with his hand and you start floating towards the gate.

You remain in your sandy magical cocoon, hovering helplessly over the ground as they escort you to the fifth level, emperor Po'qals domain.

It is there where the magic spell ends and you are lowered down to the ground, still encased in a solid block of sand.

You look around and are shocked at what you see...

You had heard of emperor Po'qal's famous lust for women and the sight before you confirms it. The large hall which the mages brought you to is seemingly filled to the brim with young beautiful women in every skin tone, hair colour and eye colour that exists in the world. They are occupying themselves by brushing their hair, bathing and scrubbing themselves clean and reading books while sitting on large silk pillows on the ground. But they all stare curiously at you when the massive block of sand you are encased in slams to the ground with a thud.

"Ah, the guest. Qallim, open him up." you hear a raspy voice say.

The the hard-packed sand encasing you seemingly disintegrates into a heap of sand reaching your knees without a moments notice. Now fully free, you look at the direction of the raspy voice you heard.

As turn your head to the left, you spot an impressively huge bed. On top of it, with an unfair amount of beautiful young girls draped over him and embracing him is Emperor Po'qal.

Emperor Po'qal looks to be fairly old, about 50 or 60 years old with a bald head and a skinny body with a pudgy belly. To your biggest suprise he's totally naked and hanging between Po'qals spread thighs is his hugely erect and veiny rockhard cock. His huge cock would fit better on a horse than his small frail body and so does his huge fist-sized saggy nuts.

"Leave us girls, i have important matters that i need to attend to." Po'qal says with his raspy sleazy voice. The girls groan and sigh in dissapointment as they start climbing out of the huge bed. "Don't worry girls, as soon as im done with these assholes i'll be right back and pump your holes again, hehehehe..." He says as he slaps one of the girls on the ass, eliciting squeals and giggles from the girls as they quickly make their way out of the room.

When the last girl exits the room and closes the door behind her, emperor Po'qals sly grin turns into deep frown and as he looks you and the mages way.

"HAVEN'T I TOLD YOU GUARDS NOT TO DISTURB ME WHEN IM FUCKING THE GIRLS!" He yells as he climbs out of bed, you can't help but stare at his huge sweaty, bloated genitals swaying with every step he takes towards you.

You are suddenly **** to your knees by one of the mages as Po'qal saunters up to you. You are **** to stare at the floor or else you get more than an eyeful of his huge genitals as he stands awfully close to you.

Po'qal grabs a handful of your hair with his gangly fingers, he shows a surprising amount strength as he pulls your head to look up at him.

As you are **** to look up at him you see him grinning widely as he says "So you're the one who was rude to the duchesses of Sirka... Did you know she's my daughter?"

"Uh oh..." you say nervously.

"Well to be fair, every duchess or female noble is either one of my concubines or my daughter. It is my duty to keep the blood of Xalatu strong... so when you disrespect one of my daughters, you disrespect me..." Po'qal says menacingly.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't..." you try to mutter out before you sharply interrupted by Po'qal slapping you in face.

"You will only speak when i want you to speak!" Po'qal says before he gestures to the mages and asks "Which one of you thought it was a good idea to interrupt me while i was with my concubines?"

The mage called Qalim kneels right next to you, so his face is also at the same height as Po'qal's crotch. Qalim looks down at the floor as he mutters out "I- I did my lord! Forgive me for my insolence please!"

Po'qal steps away from you and is now standing in front of Qalim. Po'qal's large sex organs are only a few inches away from the tip of Qalims nose but Qalim doesnt seem to care.

Po'qal just stands there with his genitals hanging right in front of Qalims head for what seems like a minute before he opens his mouth and says "Are you still loyal to me Qalim? Or do you seek to plot and scheme behind my back like a jackal!?"

"I... I'm loyal to you my liege!" Qalim quietly says.

Qalim barely moves his head as he looks up at Po'qal, who is really starting to get mad.

"Then prove your loyalty..." Po'qal says as his furious frown turns into a sickening smirk.

You watch horrified as Qalim turns his head up and stares at Po'qal's large cock and balls just hanging there before he gives one zealous look up at Po'qal and starts bending his head forwards. You feel disgusted as you watch Qalim land kisses meant for one's wife onto Po'qals large hanging cock.

You look over to the other mage to see if he's as disturbed as you are by this, but his expression just tells you that it's just an average day for the emperor's royal guard.

After landing about a dozen kisses on Po'qal's fat foreskin covered cockhead, Qalim leans back while staring Po'qal in the eye as he says "I am eternally loyal my emperor. My life is for you to throw away. And my wife and daughter are for you to breed."

To seemingly all three of you's surprise, Po'qal then reaches a wrinkled hand down to his crotch and lifts his fat veiny cock, revealing his two huge sweaty fist-sized nuts. Po'qals huge balls sag halfway down to his knees and all three of you can see droplets of sweats gathering on the underside of his scrotum.

"You need to show more than loyalty... Show me how submissive you are to me and i might not punish..." Po'qal says to Qalim as his smug smirk turns into a fullblown sadistic grin.

You watch horrified as Qalim nervously swallows and bends his head forward again, but this time he lands kiss after kiss on the emperor's huge sweaty nuts.

As Qalim gently kisses Po'qals nuts, Po'qal makes a show of yawning before saying "Hmmm... maybe you do want to be punished if this is how you serve me..."

You watch as Qalim starts anxiously sweating as he stops kissing his nuts for second, only to start tongue swabbing those two orbs. You feel disgusted as you watch his tongue dart out and lick the sweat off of his nuts.

Po'qal sighs in relief at the oral attention to his nuts and his cock starts to throb and elongate.

It feels like an hour as you watch Qalim dutifully lick off every drop of sweat of the emperor's huge nuts but you are quickly shaken out of your haze as you hear Po'qal say "Stop."

When Qalim pulls his head from his crotch, you feel sick as his face is covered in sweat and grime. As you look up, you can see the emperors huge pillar of flesh has grown rockhard and is lazily dripping precum on top of Qalims bowed head.