Dominion: Chapter 9 – The Living Vs The Dead

Due to XNXX censorship (despite the fact that this whole series was written without any underage characters engaging in sexual acts) Chapter 8 cannot be posted. This will also be the last chapter posted here. However, you can find a link to the rest of ‘Dominion’ on my page.

The Living vs the Dead

Blood trickled from Dominion’s slit fingers, sliding across the floor of his office at the prison and forming two separate puddles. As with all of his creations, two great shapes rose up from the puddles like they were gateways to Hell. Granted living flesh and blood bodies, a man and woman kneeled before him.

The man was a goliath, a bone structure that would suggest gigantism, but much more stable and natural. He wasn’t made in mankind’s image, but in the image of their evolutionary successor. Every muscle was at its maximum size, as if each thread underwent a lifetime of focused training. Yet despite his physique, his flexibility was in no way hampered, as his body was created to compensate for such a hindrance. It was the perfect combination of height and bulk. He had long wild hair and a chiseled face that was perfectly symmetrical.

Anyone who saw him, if even for a moment, would call him the epitome of perfection, the final result of God’s design with homo sapiens being just a shoddy rough draft. Like with Scourge, he had a goal in mind when he created him, a curiosity. His goal now was to create the perfect man, every biological function enhanced beyond imagination, a body infused with more than a hundred pure human souls, not a drop of darkness.

The woman similarly could be considered the personification of perfection, but in a different way, and with a different mixture. Around sixty pure souls, thirty wraiths, and ten demons, her constitution made for a more interesting appearance. Every aspect of her body was beautiful, sexy, sinfully decadent.

Her breasts were the size of melons and perfectly firm. Her face was symmetrical like the male beside her, with similarly sharp features, an overwhelming beauty that would intimidate any man and crush the pride of any woman. Her belly was flat and toned, with just a hint of the muscle underneath her flawless skin, but she had the ass of a Brazilian stripper, and thighs that belonged on Dominion’s shoulders. Her hair was red as blood and hung down to her thighs, beautifully paired with her piercing blue eyes. That was where the human traits ended.

Two horns grew out of the corners of her forehead, but they hung down, like massive fangs, framing her face to draw the eye to it. Extending from just above her perfect ass was a tail with the head of a snake. There were two long seams on her back, like old scars, and it was from those lines that wings would grow if she needed them. As for her feet, a first glance might make one think she was wearing a pair of stilettos, but really, she had hooves, shaped into high heels.

The man was wearing a metal kilt, like an ancient gladiator, while the woman had a more alluring outfit. She wore thigh-high stockings with a garter belt and corset, all made of leather, with a matching black thong on full display. The corset had two skeletal hands that cradled her breasts like a gothic brassiere.

“Ishtar, Adam, where do your allegiances lie?” Dominion asked.

“With you, Lord Dominion,” they replied with perfect synchronicity.

“Blight, Scourge.” Answering the call, his two other servants appeared, rising out black portals that opened up in the floor. “Meet your two new coworkers. Adam, your job is to lead the raids for finding new prisoners. Help on the battlefield, make sure everything goes smoothly. Between raids, you are to assist Blight in managing this prison and keeping the Laborers and Workers in line. Understood?”

“I will not fail you, oh Lord,” the Adonis replied.

“Ishtar, you are to manage my harem. Keep them in perfect condition for my use, watch their health, and assist in training them to better serve me. You are also in charge of the security at my mansion and keeping me entertained. Any questions?”

She fully lowered her head until her horns touched the floor. “I am not worthy of such a glorious purpose.”

“Good. Scourge, return to your surveillance duties. Blight, show Adam around the facility and find a task for him. Ishtar, I wish to see your skills. No one is to interrupt us.”

The three male entities bowed and departed, leaving Ishtar kneeling on the floor and Dominion sitting behind his desk with a lascivious smirk. The succubus was shivering in excitement, experiencing and indescribable joy at her master’s words. As one of Dominion’s creations, she had something that no natural creature or person had, purpose. Animals had the instinct to procreate, but they lacked the abstract intellect to fully appreciate when they succeeded in that goal. Children could be conceived and born to indulge the instincts of their parents, or to fulfill some role assigned by their family or society, but that was a purpose they were given. Ishtar had been born with a purpose, her body, her mind, her existence had been crafted around that purpose, for that purpose, by that purpose. Now she would fulfill it, like a key opening a lock.

Pity, it was the closest she could come to actually sympathizing with the humans outside. She pitied them, for while they experienced the eternal glory of being stepping stones for her Master, none of them would know the fullness, the satisfaction of being born with a purpose and fulfilling it.

“Well?” Dominion asked, impatiently.

That word shook Ishtar from her stupor. Unforgivable, making her master wait. She had already proved herself a failure. No, that would mean her Master had made a mistake in creating her, and surely such a divine being was incapable of making a mistake. She wasn’t utilizing all of the mental prowess he had given her, a conscious mind being a calculated risk he had made in his unfathomable wisdom. Either way, she had to make up for this error and go beyond his expectations.

She stood up and strode over to Dominion, her pendulous hips drawing infinity signs with every step. Her hooves, despite being described in such an ugly word, perfectly matched not just the shape of a pair of expensive high heels, but the iconic sound as they touched the hard marble floor, a sound that would arouse any man. He turned in his chair as she circled around the desk, brushing her fingers across the smooth wood. Her eyes were on the prize, the bulge in his pants making itself painfully obvious in his anticipation.

Good, so she visually appealed to her master. She aroused him, she invoked pleasure. It was a glorious honor, to know she was pleasing her Lord. She knelt down before him, and for the briefest fraction of a second, was afraid to touch him. To do something so bold, it was an irredeemable sin if he had not asked for it. He had told her to satisfy him, that he wanted to see her skills, but what if she was being too reckless? No, she couldn’t let fear and indecisiveness get in the way.

She unclasped his belt and worked Dominion’s cock free of its fabric prison. It stood erect, casting a shadow on her awestruck face. Ever since Dominion started collecting spirits, his body had begun slowly adapting to contain all that power, transforming into a stronger vessel. He had grown taller, his muscles had expanded while his bones became more pronounced, and of course, his member was increasing in mass. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to wrap her fingers around it. She was truly blessed to engage in such sensual contact with her Master. She wouldn’t be surprised if her fellow minions were jealous of her. She embraced it with her fingers, hesitantly, humbly, like a nun being handed the Holy Grail. Just that touch, it sent lightning bolts through her nerves, her libido going out of control as she felt a burst of energy go off between her legs.

She began to stroke it, admire it, examine every spot of his manhood. Her earlier unease was being swept away, replaced with confidence as she began to manifest her skills. The smirk on Dominion’s face appeared on her own, her arousal propelling her. It was so slight, but she heard it, the change in his breathing. He had trained himself not to feel pain, but pleasure was still as potent as ever. She rubbed his cock like she was shaping clay, and just that much amount of manual stimulation was reaching him. That was a good sign, she was pleasing him, but it was time to go further.

Her tongue, longer than a normal human’s and forked like a snake’s, she ran it up the shaft, and drowned herself in ecstasy, like a zealot hearing the voice of God. The manly smell, the taste of sweat and testosterone, it nearly made her faint, the euphoria of her Master’s flavor. But she couldn’t think about herself, pleasing him was her reason for living. She went to work, sucking on his cock gluttonously. She’d slurp the head like she was drinking out of a straw, inviting it into her mouth and rubbing it against the inside of her cheeks, and coil her long tongue around it like a boa constrictor.

The sound she made, the sound of suction forming and breaking, of saliva being poured on and licked off, of frantic, excited breaths, it was louder than Dominion was used to. With his slaves, they hardly put any effort into it. They’d just suck on it so that he wouldn’t hurt them, or he’d skull-fuck them and they’d sit there and take it, choking and gagging but not putting in any effort. Ishtar was making love to his cock, putting on a performance for her Master to show her dedication, her fanaticism in pleasuring him, her happiness in being his toy.

Dominion had never received a blowjob with such skill, it was affecting him deeper than he thought it would. The split tendrils of her tongue, slipping under the edge of his glans, tickling the slit at the top, and running along the seam of his sack, it was making him tremble and pant. He had created an exquisite servant, and she still had more cards to play.

Her tail, the python head at the end, used its teeth to unfasten her corset. It fell away like leather armor, exposing her bodacious tits. Dominion looked at them in pride, admiring his handiwork. They were soft, yet didn’t show the slightest bit of sag despite their size. Her areolas were like pink sugar cookies, tipped with gumdrop nipples. His cock found its home between her breasts, smooshed from all sides. He took a deep breath, trying to remember the last time he’d received a tit-fuck. With her spit lubricating him, she began bobbing her chest, sliding his member back and forth between her luscious mountains. The smoothness of her skin was unparalleled, flawless, as if made not of cells, but some kind of liquid held in suspension, a fabric woven atom by atom to ensure a perfect touch.

“Do my tits please you, My Lord?” she purred.

“Indeed.”

That one word, it made her eyes roll back in bliss. And the feeling of her master’s cock so close to her heart, it made her want to open up her ribcage so that he could penetrate her chest with it. She easily could, it wouldn’t even hurt. Though he might find it repulsive, or it might make him immune to her other tricks. She’d just end up boring him later if she used her best techniques so early. No, better to continue with her original plan. She resumed massaging his cock with her tits, almost bullying it, while her tongue serviced the head.

He was not a courteous man, nor was there any point in announcing it to humiliate her, so he said nothing when he ejaculated. An inhuman jet of semen erupted across Ishtar’s face and breasts. While he grunted, she cried out in ecstasy, overwhelmed by the feeling up being baptized in her Master’s seed, and of succeeding in pleasuring him. She extended her tongue, wrapping the split tendrils around the base of his shaft. She then pulled it upwards, using them to scrape off the remains of his blast and gather it together. Once she had finished with the head, she had gathered a significant pool of semen on her tongue and gluttonously rolled it around her mouth. Then she went to work on herself, using her long tongue to lick her face and breasts clean.

“Show it to me.”

She lowered her head and showed him the white pool in her mouth. He gave a nod and she swallowed it with a grateful hum.

“Thank you for the bountiful feast, Master. Now, how might I please you further?”

“You know what to do.”

Her confidence returned and she fully stripped down, exposing her sinfully sexy body, then kneeled on his lap and guided his cock into her womanhood. With her body being that of an enhanced human, she had a human hymen, and as a virgin, she moaned and immediately climaxed as Dominion entered her for the first time. There was no pain, not only because she was far too powerful of a being to be hurt by simple penetration, but because she was the embodiment of sinful sexuality, a created succubus. Her body was forged for this purpose. To feel pain from her Master’s cock entering her would be like a hammer breaking because it was made of glass.

To feel him enter her, her creator, the one she was made to serve, it made her thoughts melt, her newborn body tremble and change form, her very existence shiver. She started bouncing on Dominion’s cock, facing him so that he could go to town on her breasts. Now encountering a woman who wouldn’t so easily break, Dominion allowed himself to get rough. He didn’t just suck on her nipples, he tore into her flesh with his teeth, drank her blood. He slapped her ass with enough strength to shatter the pelvis of a normal human.

“Oh yes! Master! Please! I want all of your cruelty! Bless me with your malice!”

It was not so much dirty talk as it was a prayer to her dark god. Pleasure and pain, for Ishtar, were one and the same. Agony was ecstasy. To be hurt by the Master, to feel pain from his hand, it was a gift. Every sensation was a privilege that she, such an unworthy creature, didn’t deserve. Truly, her master was merciful beyond measure to bless her with the ability to experience his abuse.

For Dominion, this was also a powerful experience. Ishtar’s womanhood, it was unlike any other. He created her to be better than a human, but even he had underestimated his own creation. Her interior, it was moving and convulsing, but not in the normal reaction to sex. Rather, it was closing in on him, massaging his phallus, like he was driving into a carwash and the brushes were going at it from all sides. There was also another feeling, something chemically induced. Her liquid arousal was like an aphrodisiac mixed with heroin, secreted internally like snake producing venom. There was also a weaker version in her sweat and something entirely different in her blood. Every bodily fluid seemed to have drug-like effects. Exposed to all this, a normal man would have ejaculated in seconds, might even pass out, but Dominion’s power and will granted him greater endurance.

Ishtar continued riding him, shaking her hips every which way, moving on all three axes of space. Her moans were continuous, a joy beyond words. She only stopped when he finally got up, threw her down on his desk, and mounted her from behind. He slammed into her with all his strength like an automatic hammer, sending ripples through her luscious flesh while her breasts were smooshed against his desk like dough under a rolling pin. He pulled her arms back and held them like handlebars, giving him full control of her.

“Yes! Master! Harder! Deeper!”

She screamed this over and over, but in her mind, she was cursing herself for her greed. How dare she ask for anything from her creator, who, in his infinite kindness, already gave her so much? She was supposed to be pleasuring him, not the other way around, but she could help it, she was drunk on lust. She came again and again, orgasms firing like bullets in an Uzi, her Master driving her to the brink of madness. They didn’t stop until he did, when she felt one final gargantuan orgasm, triggered by the sensation of her womb being pumped full of semen.

He finally pulled out of her and sat back in his chair, gasping for breath. Ishtar’s ass was in the air with semen trickling out of her pussy. She coiled her tail between her legs, using it like a band-aid on her slit to keep any more seed from being lost. Then she got down on all fours and greedily licked any drops off the floor. Only once she was done did she face Dominion.

“Have I pleased you, Master?”

“You have, well done.