My own Realm and it's time to populate it

Thousands of years ago, I ruled alongside the various pantheons. Many feared me, few respected me, but all women lusted after me.

I wasn't a typical god, no, gods had domains, specifications, unique areas of control.

I didn't have that.

I was perverse, highly sexual, and fucked thousands of women, but I wasn't a god of sex.

I was corruption, manipulation, domination, controlling, and more, but I was not a king god or a god of such areas.

I was addiction, need, desire, cravings, and more, but I was not a god of such things.

I had slaves, servants, concubines, whores, bitches, and all those titles for women to serve me, but I was not the god of that either.

I could enslave the mind, bewitch the senses, bend reality, alter perceptions, and yet, I was not a god of any of those.

I lusted, I craved, I desired, I took, I indulged, I owned, but still it was not enough and none of these were what I was the god of.

I took, and took, and took, and took.

My domain had literal thousands of women addicted and craving my touch and attentions for more pleasure and happiness.

I took from all races: Angel, devil, fallen, orc, elf, lamia, human, dwarf, demons, gnome, halfling, harpy, dragon, goblin, and more. It did not matter body type, mental capabilities, power, or anything, what mattered was I craved them and as such made them mine.

Even goddesses were not spared my attentions taking them and turning into lowly beings no better than the mortals they scoffed and sneered at while they were at my feet slathering my dick with their tongues and massaging it with their tits.

Naturally, I grew too bold and was attacked by the various pantheons and their supporters, defeated, and imprisoned.

They couldn't kill me, such a thing would be a drastic backlash upon the slaves and servants I had that they wished to either free or convert to their own followers and grow their own power.

My domain shattered and broken into ruins and wasteland rather than the grand paradise I had made.

However, I still held a small number of devoted slaves, those among the first that I ever turned and taught the joy of serving me.

They fed me prayers, praise, and pleasured themselves while siphoning energy to feed me and let me grow stronger without fear.

Now, my imprisonment has weakened, the gods have grown arrogant and stupid and have forgotten about me.

Without their focus, the prison grows lesser by the day and my powers are making it less and less as potent as it was.

Now, I shall break free and take my ****.

However, I must be careful, with my powers diminished, I am ****. I doubt I could make an Elf submit to me, let alone a goddess, as I am now.

I will have to grow my followers, servants, and slaves again and feed to fuel my powers and bring about my paradise realm again to anchor myself.

I doubt I am strong enough to travel to the higher grade realms, so I'll have to settle for the lower grade. The realms without powers, high grade magic, and various races to give me boosts.

Ah well, that's fine. I always had a soft spot for human women to tame and take and corrupt into lowly **** sluts for my enjoyment.

Besides, the gods won't care about a realm with nothing but normal mortals, meaning I can carve out a piece of it to take as the beginnings of my paradise and consume the women in my power and grow there without attracting attention.

So much to do, so many women to feed on and enslave, and so many options to start with.

(Will not be in First person beyond this chapter [unless someone builds off of this and wants to})