Gods and Their toys
#3 of Stories Of Sirus
Gods and their Toys
**preface** two years have passed since Prince Sirus encountered the lizard-men of Dredj. He has found a statue of himself already on the planet and they have worshiped him since the beginning of their time. Throughout his life as their monarch he has developed powers, and even changed shapes to a more frightening one...
Thunder clapped as a storm raged on outside. Wind bellowed and rain lashed at the stone roof. Open walls, a roof held by pillars of massive stone statues. Statues that stood erie testimony, carved like slaves, chained irrevocably to the ground, forced to hold the ceiling that would house their slaver for all eternity. There on a massive marble slab sat a thrown, red velvet covering the chair. A truly remarkably knitted rug laid meticulously in the space in front of the thrown. Every-time the rug would grow worn from the constant use - people coming to kneel and show respect - it would be replaced. Lounging in his thrown high atop his ziggerat he watched the clouds spin, the rain helplessly pelt his world and the wind lash out as if angry. A wicked smile slid into place over his muzzled features. Long claws slid over a young beautiful elven maid laying in front of his thrown. She almost purred as his claws dragged over her scalp slowly. From here he could see the entire city, a clash of modern and archaic buildings, pyrmids standing proud next to sky scrappers made of glass and metal. Sharp blades all stabbing the sky in harsh edges. The world spun and he could sense his 'people' their thoughts, their fears. He especially loved their fears, much like a drug it fed him, gave him strength. But Soon enough their fear, their strength would again not be enough and he would need new blood. The war had started first with the elves. An easy people to conquer all in all and their immortal blood was something of a delicacy now. His empire expanded to their world, where he installed a local government. They would send him slaves and materials for his armies. It was clear he had been looking for something among the elves but never found it. Infuriated he returned to his city and sat considering his next conquest. The weather always seemed to reflect his mood and today was no different with its torrents of wind and rain.
Morning is announced by a bright golden flare lightening the northern horizon as the red-orange sun crept over the horizon. With it the storm clouds gone, chased to the the other end of the horizon and a promise of a new bright day filled the sky. Silken sheets moved slowly and then again sliding over flesh slowly, cautiously. A few minutes of silence then soft wet slurping noises could be heard. The large lion in the bed moved slowly as something bobbed up and down under the covers. He yawned waking to the pleasurable attention of his favorite causing him to smile lightly and draw back the covers. Blond hair rippled as she slowly lapped up and down his long member working her expert tongue around every one of his barbs and over the tip savoring the taste of his pre. She moaned at the light and looked up to him with a lusty needy look before wrapping her lips around his tip and sliding his massive member into her mouth forcefully. His claws trailed slowly over her head and he let out a growl shoving her head down. And so it was, every morning he was woken with such. He loved every moment of it but sadly he tired of his slave, needed more. An ever growing desire to obtain more, conquer more, was always in his mind. Today he would have more of that he was certain though for the moment he concentrated on using his girl, thrusting her mouth up and down his shaft sliding in and out of her neck with every pull. His powerful claws gripped handfuls of her hair as he bucked his hips feeling his member twitching before exploding in powerful shots of seaman. He lay in his bed panting a moment catching his breath before sliding from his large bed and slid on a silken red robe. The shiny red almost clashed with his white fur, golden mane and ice blue eyes but not quite. His muscular form looked as though he could lift a house without straining a muscle and showed clearly even in the loose fitting robe. Cinching the sash loosely around his middle Sirus slid from his room leaving the girl behind to play with later if he had the time. Polished marble was refreshingly cool on his bare pads as he marched down the long broad corridor. As he approached two lizard-men opened the 12 foot tall double-wooden doors and he moved into a large circular room. His entrance hailed a flurry of last-minute activity then awed hush. In the center of this circular room was a oblong table with various land displays pulled up on the two-dimensional image scanner. Sirus spent only a moment sliding his index finger over the image horizontally changing image after image before pointing
"Gentlemen, we land here. We set base-camp here," he moved his finger a little to the north near a topographical representation of a large hill "and as soon as base-camp is setup we take this nearby village for supplies. There were more then just lizard-men known as the Dredj there. There were also humans, and elves there that swore fealty to him. The humans gathered were helping to destroy their own kind all in the hopes of surviving and possibly thriving out of the carnage that was to come. A useful thing to have, humans and their greed often suited his needs expertly. He turned from the room moving with a swiftness that caused the robe to spin as he marched from the room. He moved back to his bed chambers a grin slowly spread over his face as he considered using his favorite a bit more. After all he wasn't needed for a few hours or so...
The wind blew over the field as if in warning telling the villagers to run, to leave, but the humans here didn't heed the warning. They moved with the routine they did every day drifting from one task to another with practiced routine. So thorough was there routine that when fires broke out they were almost willing to fight the fire as though it were routine. But the screaming and wailing of injured snapped the quiet country village's peace like a knife through butter. Massive scaly creatures with large pulse rifles charged through the city shooting every male that stood up. Some coward in fear hiding and seemed to go unnoticed as the troops marched with deadly efficiency through their streets taking regular posts. Some tried to escape the village and its doomed fate only to find out the city was surrounded and those caught running were either shot on sight or beaten brutally. Once the city was captured all the survivors were gathered to the town's circle. Crying, sobbing mobs of woman, children and a few men were gathered there surrounded by troops who stood grimly. A white robed figure walked almost regally down the streets, paws cupped in the small of his back as he casually strolled to the town. He walked with such confidence and power it was difficult not to see it. And he noticed the lingering stares of some of the females, and a few of the men. His icy stare fixed on a particularly attractive female he caught staring at him before he grinned and slow evil smile. He stepped up to the crowd casually when an old man hobbled forward.
"What right have you!" he cried out in frustration and anger "Murdering the people of this town" he lifted his arms in a frail attempt to strike the imposing figure but Sirus arched an eyebrow slowly looking to the old creature with obvious contempt before swatting him aside as if he were no more then a toy that could be thrown away and forgotten.
"I own this town and all that are in it. As of right now" he spoke so all could hear "any who are unwilling to submit..." he paused looking to the stunning red-head and smiling as she looked down blushing "...will die" he moved casually over to the red head as some stared in fear, others burning hatred of the monster that was their conquerer. He spoke to the girl slowly smiling his evil grin again "you will come with me slave" he spoke the word slave with emphasis and the girl blushed all the harder. He retreated to the edge of the circle of people pointing to a man in the crowd whom openly showed anger "This is what will happen to you all" his guards aimed and fired from all sides before the man could scream. His body was torn into pieces by super heated energy before anyone could gasp the man was no longer recognizable.
Sirus moved to the pavilion that had been moved into place as he spoke and sat on his portable throne. He saw the girl walking, head hung low and her tattered clothing fluttering in the wind. Sirus clucked his tongue at the girl as he growled "no, remove your cloths girl." She blushed and looked back to a rather despite looking male then back at the ground. Sirus growled slowly leaning up, claws digging into the arms of his chair "He cannot help you now girl, or would you rather end up like him" Sirus indicated the man recently shot and she shook her head not daring to look back at the corpse. She shivered sliding her robe-like clothing off sliding the dress off showing a slip underneath. Sirus leaned back in his chair with a wide grin watching the girl start to undress. She slid the slip over her shoulders and off same as the dress before stepping over the clothing. Head still hanging low she dared not look back at the others in shame as Sirus purred slowly looking over her full breasts and lithe athletic body. "Crawl to me" he growled out softly as he purred watching her.
Again her face flushed with embarrassment as she descended on hands and knees to the cobblestone road and started crawling. She could feel the stares behind her looking to here in disgust most likely but she couldn't help but feel aroused by this. He commanded such power she felt an immediate attraction and the way he weld her made her hunger for more though she knew she shouldn't have such thoughts, especially with her husband watching. She paused a moment to look back at the man who was helplessly looking out watching her. His eyes pleaded with her to stop but she dare not as she crawled up and onto a pillow set out before her. Sirus slowly trailed his claws over her head and smiled lightly as he looked down at her but spoke to a nearby general. "kill the old, sell the rest, except him." he pointed to the forlorn male "hold him in a cell for now." he smiled as she looked up at him curiously then back to her husband shivering as she felt his long razor sharp claws slide over her scalp. "don't worry my dear," Sirus spoke with a calm cool demeanor "He won't come to harm as long as you behave." he pulled her head into his lap letting her feel his swollen sheath and she shuddered taking a deep breath of his scent "...and you will behave wont you my slave" he purred out watching her nod.
Water dripping was the only noise he could make out. His arms were chained above his head and had long ago lost the feeling in them all the blood flowing downward rather then up. He groaned as he stood there, what time was it... what day, hour? No light came from outside but judging but his parched lips he had been there for some time and needed water. He just dangled there... maybe they forgot him? He idly pondered wondering if that would be a curse or a gift. He jumped suddenly when he heard the bolt on the door slide out of place. A hopeful glint he was to be rescued was snuffed out as the same white lion stepped inside. He pulled back the traveling hood and smiled an unpleasantly evil smile. "thought I had forgotten you?" he purred out "I was just breaking in that lovely wife of yours" he growled softly as he thought back on the afternoon "She really is something special" he grinned watching the fire flare in the man's eyes. He was ready to say something, do something. He tried to spit but none came to his mouth so instead he shouted obscenities at the lion. They caught in his throat as Sirus moved aside and standing behind him was his naked, beautiful wife staring intently at the ground almost as if she didn't notice he was there. Sirus purred lightly as he reached to his right and trailed his claws over his girls head "go on tell him my pet"
She spoke quietly never once looking up "yes my master" she spoke first "I can't be with you... you aren't enough for me" she spoke quietly and Sirus smirked as the fight drain out of the man for several minutes before he turned a hate filled glance at Sirus "you made her say this! You brainwashed her!"
Sirus chuckled casting a glance to his right at the girl and she hugged Sirus lightly nodding her head almost unnoticeable before reaching under his cloak she massaged him looking to him ignoring the other man now as she bent to her knees on the stone floor slowly stroking his covered sheath as Sirus spoke "I did nothing of the sort." he spoke casually "its as she said, you aren't enough for her. Better she learn this now rather then later" The fight completely gone now as he looked to his wife and almost whimpered like a wounded puppy watching her stroke under his cloak. Sirus chuckled again sliding it out of the way exposing his mammoth full sheath. His member starting to poke from the tip as he looked down at the girl "show him how much you love your master my pet" he purred and she nodded and quickly moved between his legs sliding her small tongue up and down his sheath and exposed member as more started to droop from his sheath. She reached up cradling his heavy almost grapefruit sized balls. She slurped her way down to each licking at them with a loving little moan as his claws trailed slowly over her head and he purred. The man closed his eyes not wanting to believe his wife of years would so easily be wrapped around another yet there she was. He tried to tell himself it was but a dream, a horrible nightmare but even with his eyes close he could hear his wife slurping on that massive pole. His eyes opened and he gasped as he got his first look at the full shaft his wife was licking. Sirus throbbed in need as he watched the voluptuous girl worship his member stroking with both of her hands and still not able to get around the base of it. She moaned with memory of being spread by that shaft and hungrily sucked the tip of it. "Lets show him how much you have learned my dear turn around" she nodded eagerly pulling off his cock and facing her husband. She looked back spreading her cheeks apart letting him choose which hole to fill. The sight was lovely, her rosy red folds dripping with excitement caused him to purr softly as he gripped his prick and lined it up with her. He thrust his hips forward driving more then half his member into her causing her to yowl and moan like a bitch In heat. The male closed his eyes again trying to block out the noise through shear will but all he could hear was the squelching sound of Sirus pumping his long hard cock in and out, her cries of extasy He thrust in and out driving his member into her his balls slapping against her legs and no matter what he couldn't banish the sight of her from his mind or stop the sounds. He opened his eyes gasping as his wife's hands pressed against him pressing back for leverage as she cried out "oh YES master! So good!" she moaned out as he thrust harder driving her bouncing breasts into his chest. His thrust picked up speed swaying him and her along with it as his thrusts pounded her into his chest over and over again. He felt her soft breasts and could even make out her excited nipples brushing against his lightly clothed front. All the fight was gone from him. He slumped down in the chains as Sirus growled out and hilted his member into her. She gasped and moaned feeling his hot seed rush into her body and she moaned out "ooh thank you master" she sighed happily looking back at him with a happy grin. He smiled pulling from her watching for a moment as the liquid gushed from her slightly swollen body.
"Now my dear you must choose, a life with him or with me." He smiled sliding out a collar out as the man in chains looked up almost hopefully to his wife. He held the collar and spoke softly "of course if you wear my collar you become mine, mind, body and soul" he warned as he awaited a response.
What felt like hours passed to the hopeful man in chains as his wife looked first and Sirus then himself. When finally she made her decision. She took the collar wrapping it around her neck. She closed her eyes, shivered and moaned in some response to the collar before looking up to him kneeling at Sirius's feet. He pointed out the door and she walked on all fours out leaving him alone with the man. "You have served your purpose. Now I will give you a quick death" he smiled before turning out and walking saying one final word "tomorrow" he smiled moving back to his bedroom to play with his new toy.