Frustrated, I marched through the orgy. I needed more. I needed to vent. I approached the outcast males as they begged to be accepted. The one I had pre chosen stared at me as I approached. My radiating anger made him shrink away. The men scattered back as I got to him.

  “You’re mine!” I cimed spitting in his face. I grabbed his hair, pulling him up by it. His whining filled me with satisfaction.

  I dragged him back towards the orgy. His feet seemed to catch as he tripped, falling to the ground. He yelped at the pain in his scalp as his weight fell upon it.

  I let out a growl and threw his useless head to the ground. I stomped on him in anger for his failure. As he curled up to protect himself I let loose my anger with a few savage blows to his curled up body. As I released my tension, my foot stilled.

  The need for sex in my anger filled me so I shoved his body open with my legs and sat on his chest. His wriggling and fighting was meaningless against my strength. One hand gripping his sore scalp, I looked in his eyes.

  The stink of fear wafted off of him. Pain was on his face and I only felt satisfied at his submission. I shoved my wet pussy into his face as I held his mouth against me. “Lick it!” I demanded.

  His unskilled tongue ran up my slit to the base of my clit dick. He tended to my untamed cunt. I kept his face tight against me, rubbing my pussy up and down his mouth. I smeared my need all over him. The feeling of him desperately trying to please my pussy. I was denying him a chance to breathe until he satisfied me. I sat more weight on his face as I tried to have his tongue fuck my needy hole.

  Looking back I saw his rge cock at full attention. I wanted it inside me, filling me for the first time. Lifting my hips, he desperately breathed as I climbed down his body. I seized his shaft in one hand and rubbed his gns against the shimmering, hairy lips of my pussy. The male writhed against the ground. The potent mix of fear and arousal coming off him drove me to sm my hips down.

  The sense of fullness radiating through my inner flesh as I hilted his cock deep inside me was blissful. He tried to moan and I didn’t desire to hear him. I spped him hard. “You get to moan when I say so. Shut your mouth.”

  The male nodded but as I moved, his lips parted to let more noise out. So I rammed my thick fingers into his mouth, stuffing it so he would at least be muffled.

  I aggressively moved my hips back and forth as I used his cock to rub my front wall. The spot I had long since found was most pleasurable and it always begged for more direct attention. His teeth closed painfully on my fingers so I gripped his jaw, smming his head back to loosen and disorient him. I leaned forward, pressing my weight down on his chest.

  His neck was open, bare and waiting to just be torn out so I let go of his mouth and gripped it tight. I bucked and smmed as his cock swelled inside me. I knew his release was soon and I was approaching my own climax in return.

  I reveled in my power over the male. Used at my own discretion. The first of my harem I would make of men, women, and sves. Hathor be damned. I would mount the world and fuck it into submission. The male gripped my choking hand as I leaned on it harder. His eyes bulged as he struggled, my hips smming as the pressure was finally ready to release.

  I felt him explode first and it triggered my pussy’s orgasmic release as I let go of his throat. My pussy gushed around his shaft as I kept humping his pumping cock. My own girl cock sprayed its load across his stomach and spshing across his bruising neck. That feeling of fullness and the spshing of his cum against my womb’s entrance was divine. The male gasped and coughed as I looked down at him. Anger that he dared cum before me filled my heart.

  Montu should have cimed me. I should be rewarded for my conquests. My eyes fell upon the male, my desire to vent my frustrations as he coughed and gasped. I let out a ferocious growl and delivered a swift blow to his head knocking him out cold.

  “Hathor is displeased. -15XP to spend.”

  I looked down at the colpsed male. His chest, shoulders, back and face began swelling. My chest rose and fell as I looked at the orgy. I watched my mother fucking her favorite male while another rammed their cock down his throat. The lesser male spit roasted with cocks.

  I should be in there. But my soul was in turmoil. My eyes fell upon Melokuhle, then at the male I had abused. I grabbed the male slinging him over my shoulder before doing the same with Melokuhle. They were mine, fuck Hathor. I dragged them back to my hut. The screams of pleasure and the potent smell of the orgy would waft across the Savannah tonight.

  I pushed my way into the primitive shelter and slung the two unconscious bodies I cimed. I looked down at them, cocks soft and useless. I had no desire to fuck any of their holes while they y unconscious so I settled for throwing them together on the spare furs before ying down. If they didn’t know their pce in the morning I would punish them. It was my time! My will that they would live! I would spend all day showing them what it meant to serve me before meeting with my mother.

  I would tell her what had happened. I would tell her how Hathor had punished me, robbing me of power that was rightfully mine. The male hadn’t earned his name that night. When he could satisfy me truly, I would name him. For now he was just my sve.

  I y on my bed, staring at the ceiling. What did I do wrong? Did Montu forsake me, toss me aside so I had to be scooped up by another god? I felt a ughter of disbelief fill my chest as I clutched my stomach. My cock and pussy ached from their first use tonight yet it all felt hollow. My mother had demanded I save myself for this night and for what? She promised me Montu would be drawn to the scent of my soul as I cimed my first victory.

  Mother had been wrong. I called out for my new character sheet. The sign I was chosen by the gods to rise above all.

  Name: Aphelele Ade

  Padin of Pleasure and Love

  Statistics

  Strength: 15

  Agility: 11

  Toughness: 15

  Intelligence: 11

  Wisdom: 11

  Charisma: 14

  Mana: 10/10

  Skills:

  Spearmanship lvl 1 (0/5xp)

  Tracking lvl 1 (0/5xp)

  Lovemaking lvl 1 (0/5xp)

  Spells:

  Healing Light lvl 1 (0/5xp)

  Inspect lvl 1 (0/5xp))

  Feats:

  Aura of Pleasure

  XP to spend: 85

  I took a deep breath. Mediocre, that is what I was. My starting skills? Lovemaking? What use could that be on the battlefield? I should have warfare, leadership, javelins, dominance, and ensvement. Spells? No hyenakin had spells. We had the power of our bodies and skills. Not some cowardly spells!

  What the hell was Aura of Pleasure? I focused my mind on it. ‘Aura of Pleasure: This gift from Hathor enhances the feelings of love and sensual pleasure. This is only activated while you desire to please another. This aura affects a 5 foot area around the padin. While active you get an active +25% experience gain.’

  Love?! What was the use of love? The only things that matter are fear, loyalty, respect, and obedience. Hyenakin don’t love. We conquer! We take from others, ensve and sell our enemies. Rape, pilge, and steal from those weaker than us. We controlled the only watering hole in miles. Sold people their right to live.

  Padin of Pleasure and Love? What a joke! I was to be Queen! I was going to bring about the empire my mother wished to build! Someone stole my destiny!

  I sat up, unable to sleep and grabbed my club and waist wrap. I headed to the meat pit, my body full of hunger not yet sated. Those not invited to the orgy, the young and sick sat around, eating the fruits of the hunters. Great beasts hung over fires, the many lesser members of the cn ate slowly, not daring to take too much for fear of their betters punishing them.

  I shoved others aside. I clubbed those that didn’t move quick enough. Whimpers and yelps fueled me as I moved through them. I headed to the rgest beast before grabbing one of the meat knives. I sliced great chunks of flesh free, stuffing the still bloody meat into my mouth letting the juices smear my lips as I feasted.

  Some of the weak approached my food and I growled deep, brandishing my club in warning. “Back! This is mine!” I kicked and smacked as the others cowered. After several handfuls of steaming meat I could stand no more food. A lesson came to mind, something Mother wanted me to learn, I pointed to a female child in the front. Maybe one of my many sisters with how prolific my mother’s line had become, “Come here!”

  She crawled to me keeping her eyes cast down as she approached. I cut a long strip of steaming bloody meat free of the carcass. Dropping my club and knife I gripped the girl by her chin, forcing her to look up at me. I dangled it above her mouth, her throat bobbed in a gulp as her eyes widened.

  “Open,” I didn’t have to wait, she snapped her mouth open in an instant. I let the blood and melted fat fall into her mouth, dripping from the morsel I had cut for her. I could hear her stomach grumble as I lowered the first bite of the meat into her maw.

  She closed her teeth and eyes. I gave her more and more as she ate, feeding her slowly. I rubbed her ears and hair as she was at least worthy of this. Some strange feelings for her filled me. I grabbed another strip, her hunger radiating out of her body. As she finished this new morsel I rubbed her lips wiping away the grease she hadn’t licked up.

  “Will you obey me?” I asked, still holding her chin. Nodding her eyes were now full of wonder, I relished in the feeling of her worship, “What is your name?

  “Aphiwe,” Her hands trembled in her p as she knelt before me.

  The words of my mother instructing me to take a practice child filled my mind. I would raise Aphiwe now, as practice for when I bore my own pups. “Come, you sleep next to me now.”

  I took another strip of meat and forced it to her mouth to make sure she was stuffed, you had to eat to be strong. As she finished I began licking my fingers clean of the juices. I grabbed her hand now that we had both had our fill of meat. Hauling her to her feet in one movement. It was time to bring Aphiwe to my hut.

  As we entered Aphiwe stilled, she looked at the two hyenakin slumped over on my spare furs, “Who are they?”

  “They are my cimed ones. They serve me now or they suffer the consequences,” I pulled the girl to my bed and sat her down while I loomed over her. She was barely to my upper thigh at full height. A very young runt, tossed aside for not being strong.

  “Is Aphiwe your cimed one?” She asked, looking down.

  “No,” I grabbed my brush while sitting down, I pulled the girl into my p. She was near weightless in my hands. “You are for me to learn child rearing. Queens must bring forth their heir and raise them alone. I need practice, so now you will be my pup.” Awkwardly I brushed her hair, unused to caring for another. It was ratty, tangled and caught in the brush. Her locks were long and in the way. I would have to cut her hair if she were to be a warrior. I kept moving her head to make sure I could get to all the spots.

  “Why me?” Aphiwe asked.

  “You… I don’t know, you’re lucky. You will be big and strong in time. A great warrior.” I could see it now. I would present her to the proving ground and she would earn her pce in my name. I wouldn’t raise anyone to be less than excellent.

  We sat in silence as her hair became untangled. She hissed and squirmed whenever it would snag. It took a great amount of tugging and pulling to disentangle the rgest of rat nests. All the while Aphiwe did her best to stay quiet, though the growls and hisses couldn’t be stopped.

  Finished, I moved her head around as I studied the job I had done. I felt accomplished and tired, my mind soothed by caring for the child. I pulled Aphiwe to my chest. Pcing her head between my breasts where she would be safest. Wrapping myself protectively around her, she bundled her legs up to her chest. “You are my pup now. Obey and you will be taken care of.”

  “I’ve never slept like this. In a shelter, next to a whelp raiser” Aphiwe sounded worried and I could feel tension in her body. I held her, it felt right and my mother never held me when I was her age. Aphiwe rested her head on my chest. The warmth of my body would keep the chills away from her. “Are you sure you’ll take me?” I pulled us down as I felt some sense of rightness when I cuddled her. I hadn’t felt it since the first days of my childhood. I didn’t know what to call it.

  You’ve shown care for another. Hathor is pleased, +5XP.

  Bckness took me.