Breeding an Empire

What to expect:

Welcome! This story is first of all a fantasy story focused on the plot but don't worry there'll be plenty of sexual content. Some will come quickly, others will take time to build up to. This will be a power fantasy where the mc will start powerful and gain significantly more. There'll be struggles on the way but that only makes victory all the sweeter. Our MC will be caring to his loved ones but callous to enemies. He'll be just and fair but strict to anyone under his rulership, loyal to allies and pragmatic when enemies can become friends but only once he's certain of their worthiness. He will not tolerate betrayal.

Sexual content:

• Choices of vanilla/romantic, dom and sub for all smut scenes. Dynamics outside the bedroom don't necessarily have to continue inside but the choice is yours. BDSM is optional.
• Impregnation, lots of it.
• A variety of fantasy races to enjoy.
• Raceplay with fantasy races.
• Harem
• NO NTR or sharing. Ever. Please don't ask. You might steal women but they'll never be stolen from you. The only cock near love interests will be MCs.

On the the story...

The copper scent of blood permeats the air, the silence that followed a fierce battle broken only by groans of the wounded and the the clanking of metal as the victors patrol dealing mercy kills to their wounded foes. Marcus breathes steadily as he stands over the dying orc chieftain at his feet. The orc grunts as he locks eyes in defiance with his executioner. He tries to speak but only manages to cough up black blood.

With a sigh, Marcus thrusts his sword down, ending the last of this tribe of barbarians. The third tribe he's ended in the past two months.

"When will they learn..." He mutters to himself.

"They won't. They're beasts, little more than animals." A voice says beside him.

He turns to her. His second in command and loyal friend, Amelia, a hobbit woman he was partnered with to lead their joint unit when they each were commissioned for command. They were only 14 when they first led men in battle and over the next 9 years forged an unshakable bond. Like most of her race she has mousy brown hair, large green eyes and a freckled face. Despite the scar that ran across he cheek, she was beautiful for a halfling. Like him she was lesser part of the leading nobility of her people. The hobbits had been a loyal part of the Golden Empire his family estabished since its earliest days.

He can't help but smirk. Amelia, usually so understanding, held a special hatred of orcs. A hatred he'd come to share, nothing he'd seen of these people had been positive and their constant threat to the northern border never seemed to end.

"Not more than animals." He laughs. "You can train a dog easier than these creatures."

She smriks. "True. Still doesn't stop you humans from trying to fuck their women." She teases back.

He sighs. She had a point, even he had to admit he almost tried an orc whore once, out of curiosity more than anything. Humans really would fuck anything, he thinks to himself before chuckling and shaking off the thought.

"You got me there. Then again, half-orcs actually have something of a brain. Maybe we should make it a state policy, to fuck the stupid out of them." He jokingly suggests.

She laughs. "Alright you, stop thinking with your cock. Lets go back to the fort, I'm starving."

He puts a hand on her shoulder affectionately. "Alright then short stuff, maybe a good meal will help you grow a little."

She playfully slaps his leg. "Careful. You're brave for someone with his balls in reaching distance."

After a laugh they gather up their men and order their march home.

Home. An imposing castle standing proudly on a hill watching the territory it's there to protect. As the third cousin to the emperor Marcus didn't live in complete decadence but had all the comfort he needed. Once he turned 18 and after proving himself in his campaign against his rebel cousin, Marcus was granted rulership of Aesica, a castle in the north of the empire, along with the surrounding villages. His mother, his twin sister and youngest sister moved with him while his brother and eldest sister continued leading their father's old territory in the empire's core.

As they rode through the gate, Marcus was greeted by his twin sister, Julia, his other half.

He barely managed to get off his horse before she jumped into his arms for a hug. She'd always been clingy, but moreso since she went to the mage academy and him to persue a military career. Since reuniting full time, she always greeted him when he returned and often could be found by his side while he was home.

"Woah Julia! I missed you too but wait for me to get my feet on the ground first." He says, stroking her hair.

"I'm just glad to see you safe..." She mutters.

He laughs. "It was just some more orcs, Julia. I was only gone for a few days."

"Let me come next time." She says, looking him in the eyes with determination.

"Julia..." He sighs. "I love you, but it won't be safe. The academy doesn't teach war magic like I use. Theory, enchantments and divination won't help stop a sword."

A brief flash of disappointment passes her face before her determination returns. "I can learn."

He studies her for a second. He hates the idea of his twin being in danger but a mage is a powerful **** in battle and she seemed so sure.

"Not next time." He decides. She sighs and looks away. "But I will teach you some war magic. If you're still interested then... eventually."

"Deal!" She agrees victoriously.