**Epilogue: The New Kingdom**

The throne room was enveloped in golden light, its black marble pillars adorned with silver chains that reflected the intertwined bodies of the new god's most loyal subjects. In the center, you reclined on a throne with Capella's arches forming the seat, her dragon wings folded like armchair arms. Pandora knelt at your feet, her purple lips sealed around your member as her runes pulsed in sync with the contractions of your throat.

To your right, the Witches of Sin maintained their designated positions:

- **Sekhmet**, lying face down, serving as a banquet table, her ample breasts dripping wine and honey into goblets positioned on her buttocks. - **Carmilla**, chained to one of the pillars, **** to watch as Felix Argyle—now dressed only in a diamond collar—licked the fluids that dripped from her thighs.

- **Minerva**, on all fours on the carpet, holding a chessboard where Beatriz and Roswaaline played. With each move, she screamed, as the pieces were rubbed against her clitoris before being placed.

- **Echidna**, suspended by chains from the ceiling while Satella penetrated her with a dildo made of shadows.

Frederica and other maids danced naked in circles, their voices singing hymns of devotion while Elsa kissed their feet.

"In the end, even morality is a toy," Pandora murmured between gulps, her empty eyes reflecting the glint of the chains that bound her.

You stroked your hair, observing the kingdom you had created: a paradise of absolute obedience, where every sigh, every spasm, every tear was dedicated to you.

And then, with a snap of your fingers, they all screamed in ecstasy—a perfect symphony of submission.

And in front of their thrones, Emilia, Crusch Karsten, Anastasia Hoshin, Priscilla Barielle, and Felt are naked in the dogeza position, awaiting their turn.

In the background, Sylphy watches everything, holding a collar that is attached to Regulus's neck. Regulus is naked and gagged, with a chastity cage tightly fastened around his small penis.

*The End.*