Episode Eight, Struggles of Power
"How much of a success was tonight, Kyle," Eliza asked her husband as she stepped through the halls by his side toward the holding chamber where the three women waited. "I honestly thought we were going to go about it in a different way than what had happened with us."
"This is a different way," Kyle said, not slowing his pace.
"And how exactly is it different," Eliza asked. Kyle stopped and turned to face his wife. Her face was set sternly in the way she always got when she expected him to see things her way. "They are terrified, just like us. They fear for their lives, just like us. They know nothing of what is happening or why things are the way they are, just like we were."
"And you suggest I let all of them in on every little aspect of the ins and outs of us," Kyle asked with a raised eyebrow.
"As much as we can tell them," Eliza said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You stomped in and told them that you were their king, then hand-picked three to kidnap right then and there. You even had one of them hit over the head. I can think of a hundred better ways of making peace."
"Peace," Kyle asked, raising his voice. "You expect me to offer peace with them as if they are our equals? Eliza, they are here for us to use. I will use every single person to my own gain. They are nothing unless I decide to make them something."
"Your gain," Eliza asked, emphasizing the "Your".
"You are a part of me, Eliza," Kyle explained, losing his patience. "And with that said, I am the one that rules here. You are here to aid me, but don't forget YOU are here to aid ME."
Kyle began walking down the great halls once more, leaving Eliza standing in the same spot as she watched him go. He didn't like seeing the hurt in her eyes, but what needed to be done needed to be done by him. She couldn't begin to understand the pressure of keeping the kingdom up recently. The energy required to keep things going was barely keeping things running and it was up to Kyle and Kyle alone to regain the strength.
The sorrow of seeing Eliza hurt grew to anger and the closer to the holding chamber Kyle got the angrier he became. These pathetic people had already started problems with him. They were nothing to him. At first, he thought he would be able to take them in under an agreement of weekly power absorption like he had with the lone survivor from the yacht.
Of course, Eliza had no idea about the woman in the village. He sent a scout nightly to deliver supplies for her and he made weekly runs to the village to have sex with her in order to gain a bit of power. If he were honest to himself, Kyle had to admit that he enjoyed the secretive nature of meeting with the woman once a week. He had killed the three people that had washed ashore after the storm hit their yacht, leaving only Jasmine. He was about to kill her when the idea hit him. Surprisingly, she had agreed and had kept her word ever since.
Two horned beasts held guard outside the door and moved to make room as Kyle approached. He pushed the thickly wooden door open and found the three women pushed against the wall on the opposite side of the room. He smiled in triumph as he closed the door behind him.
"Please," one of the women whispered to him. Her voice was almost inaudible and shook through fear. Kyle didn't bother responding for the moment. He eyed each woman up and down to take in the beauty of what he had obtained. The beasts that had locked the women up had stripped them of their clothing.
The woman on the left was the virgin. Her long black hair was pulled back behind her shoulders. He could see his reflection in her black-rimmed glasses as she pulled back at his gaze. Her breasts were large and round and her waistline curved in right before her rounded hips pushed back out to an hourglass figure. He allowed his studies to shift to the next girl.
The Asian woman sat on the floor with her back against the wall and her knees pulled up to her chest as she held them tightly with her arms while rocking slightly. Her large brown eyes darted to him from time to time but her fear wouldn't allow her to stare at him for long. The woman was tall and thin with fairly small breasts. Her long hair covered half of her face as an attempt to hide from him. The woman next to her caused him to shift his gaze once more.
The petite woman couldn't have been any taller than 5'4" but she seemed to have enough attitude for a woman much taller and bigger. She stood with her arms crossed below her breasts and stared hatred into his eyes. The woman's short brown hair was a bit messy from her trip to the castle but she seemed to be full of energy. Her breasts were of the smaller size like the Asian woman and although she held a bit more muscle mass on her, she held a slim frame.
Kyle shifted his shoulder and allowed his long black robe to fall to the floor, revealing his nude body. The virgin's eyes opened wide as she gasped, the Asian woman made a choked chirping sound before burying her head in her knees, and the petite woman's mouth opened in surprise but was quick to fixate her face back into hatred.
"This is happening," Kyle said in a tone that showed no room for debate. "At least for two of you."
The three women looked at each other in a mixture of fright and confusion before turning their attention back to him. The petite woman stepped up, placing her in front of the other women as best as her tiny frame would allow.
"I volunteer," she said, her voice cutting off to a whisper as her eyes drifted down to find his massive cock growing into an erection. "Just me."
"Oh it will be you," Kyle said with a smile. "But not just you."
The virgin took a deep breath and stepped forward. She tried to mimic the stance of the petite woman but her inexperience and nervousness just made her look awkward.
"I volunteer too then," she said, obviously avoiding looking at his penis.
"No," Kyle stated. He wanted to have sex with the virgin, but measures needed to be made and certain elements needed to be met. He had to focus on the growth of his kingdom and not just his personal gain. "Her," he said, pointing past the petite woman toward the Asian.
Kyle walked toward the women and pushed the virgin and petite woman aside as the Asian woman leaped and began running on her hands and knees as fast as she could to get away from him. He caught the fleeing woman with one large hand by the arm and lifted her to her feet. She screamed and began punching at him, but he didn't loosen his grip.
"You will enjoy this in the end," Kyle promised. The Asian woman twisted her wrist in more attempts to escape. Suddenly she threw her head forward and bit his knuckle as hard as she could while the petite woman jumped on his back.
"Leave her alone," the petite woman shouted as she scratched at his back.
Kyle cleared his mind and reached for the power of manipulation. This would go much easier with the women desiring him. They had to feed him energy. They were nothing more than a source of energy to feed into his kingdom. Finding the power, he pulled at it but found his pull to slip around it like a hand attempting to grip sand. The power would rise into his grasp but only for a tiny moment before settling back down. He didn't even have enough energy to use the power to gather more energy.
"Guards," Kyle screamed as he reached around and grabbed the petite woman. He released the Asian and forgot about her as soon as she fell to the stone floor.
The door cracked open and a bull's head popped in.
"Bring my wife to me," he ordered. "Now!" The door pulled shut quickly and he heard the sounds of hooves smashing against the floor of the great hall.
The petite woman twisted in his grip as he stared at her.
"I will not force myself upon your friend if you still volunteer," Kyle said in a low and calm voice. He didn't feel calm. He wanted to scream in rage. He wanted to show this fodder what he was. He wanted so much but was restricted at the moment. He didn't need to show them his restrictions though.
The petite woman stopped fighting and looked him in the eyes before nodding. He released her and watched as she stood in front of him with no signs of fleeing. She even managed a smile in his direction.
Kyle placed one of his large hands on the top of the woman's head and pushed until she dropped to her knees. He gripped half-erect cock in the other hand and thrust his hips forward until he could feel the warmth of her cheek against him. She turned her head and he could feel her tongue sliding up his shaft.
His erection grew until it was fully hard and ready. He tightened his fingers in the hair of the petite woman and twisted until her lips were pressed against the tip. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him. He didn't have the patience to explain to her what he wanted exactly, therefore with one pull, her jaws were opened as far as they would go as his cock slid in her mouth.
"Stop it," the virgin shouted. "It's too big!"
Kyle looked to the virgin as she made no physical move to object. He smiled at her as he pulled harder and felt his dick slip beyond the barrier of the petite woman's throat. The woman gagged but took him in. He pulled further until he could feel the hot breath from the woman's nose on his skin as her face pressed into him. He released his grip and allowed the woman to pull her head back. She fell over to her side and coughed, saliva and pre-cum dripping to the floor as she caught her breath.
He couldn't have sex with the virgin but oral wasn't out of the question. He turned his stance to take the woman in and took a step toward her. The virgin began stepping back as he approached. She pressed her back to the wall and looked toward the door suddenly as the sounds of someone stepping in caught his attention as well.
"You called," Eliza said, animosity dripping from her voice. "Master."
