You start awake.

You find yourself in a grand palace, sitting upon an ornate throne, seemingly built to accommodate your size.

the feeling of the cool breeze on your skin tells you that you are naked, and the warm feeling of pleasure around your cock tells you that you are being serviced.

Looking down reveals three women at your feet, licking you diligently.

The farthest left is a blonde woman that seems to match the description of queen Aria Tethras, ruler of Zarima.

The woman farthest to the right has darker skin than the two others, and every motion she makes simply oozes sensuality. you recognize her by her manor, if not her description, as Archprophetess Jocasta, current ruler of Acrae.

And in the middle, sits your dream. Queen Lydia VII kneels before you, sucking you off like a common whore.

You remember now, your rebellion went just as planned, and you marched across the world, taking women who opposed you as your slaves. you sit upon your throne as king Ulric Strongblood, and all women of the world are your playthings.

You have won.