Leon's wrists were tied with silk that had already been licked and soaked by the soldiers' mouths. Each of the twelve women guarding Queen Kara had run her tongue along the cords before knotting them, savoring the salt of his skin.
They moved around him like cats in heat, skirts so short the undersides of their asses flashed with every step. Torchlight slid over the sweat shining between their thighs; one shifted her weight and the fabric lifted, showing the slick, swollen seam of her sex, a bead of wetness trembling there before it dropped to the stone with a soft sound.
They walked him forward, bodies pressing close. Breasts brushed his arms, nipples dragging slow circles through his shirt. Thighs rubbed against his hips, leaving damp trails on his trousers.
One walked backward in front of him, skirt fluttering up to frame her shaved mound; she hooked a finger under the hem and pulled it aside, letting him see the flushed folds that clenched when he looked.
Another behind him ground herself against the small of his back, her clit hard and sliding along his spine until she came with a sharp gasp, thighs shaking, wetness running down the backs of his legs.
The throne-room doors opened on smooth hinges. Heat rolled out—myrrh, sex, melted gold. Kara stood at the foot of the dais, legs apart. The slit in her skirt had climbed so high the fabric framed her cunt like a curtain; her lips were full and shining, the entrance pulsing with each breath.
One breast had slipped free of the golden bra, nipple dark and thick, a drop of oil trembling at the tip.
When she breathed in, the fire in her crown traced down her breastbone, over the heavy curve of her breast, and disappeared between her legs.She didn't walk to him. She moved like water.
Hips rolling, breasts swaying, the freed tit bouncing until the oil fell and splattered across Leon's chest.
The soldiers moaned together; her scent hit them like wine. One dropped to hands and knees, skirt flipping up to bare her ass, and crawled forward, tongue out to lap the oil from his skin.
Another pressed her whole body to his side, thigh sliding between his, grinding her soaked cunt along his leg until the wet sound of her folds filled the air.Kara reached him. She didn't speak.
She took.Her hand cupped his cock through the cloth—slow, owning—thumb circling the head until wetness soaked through. With the other hand she grabbed a soldier by the hair, yanked her forward, and pressed the girl's mouth onto Leon's trapped shaft.
The soldier whimpered, cheeks hollowing, drool running down her chin to mix with the oil. Kara rolled her hips; the skirt parted completely, her cunt open to the air, clit swollen and gleaming.
She rubbed it against the soldier's shoulder, smearing slick across the girl's back."Look," Kara rasped. "Look what your light does."She snapped her fingers. Every soldier moved.
Two knelt on either side, mouths closing over his nipples through the shirt, sucking hard enough to bruise.
Another slid beneath him, face up, tongue spearing into the crease of his ass the moment his legs were nudged apart.
A fourth straddled his thigh, skirt gone, cunt lips spreading wide around the muscle as she rode him in frantic jerks, breasts slapping her own chin.
The rest formed a circle, fingers buried in their own cunts or each other's, hips jerking in time with the wet sounds.Kara stepped back, breasts heaving, and tore his trousers down in one motion.
His cock sprang free, flushed and leaking, the head slick with precome that caught the torchlight like liquid gold.
The soldier beneath him lunged, mouth engulfing his balls, sucking them deep while her tongue flicked the skin behind. The one on his thigh came with a scream, cunt clenching, squirting across his leg in hot pulses.
Kara watched, eyes blazing, then sank to her knees.She took him to the root in one swallow.Her throat worked around him, tongue flat along the underside, the fire in her crown pulsing with his heartbeat.
She pulled back slowly, lips dragging, saliva bridging from her mouth to his cock in a thick rope. Then she shared.
Turned her head, offered his shaft to the nearest soldier.
The girl dove in, licking Kara's spit from the length, then passed it to the next mouth, and the next—twelve tongues, twelve throats, a chain of wet heat that left him shining and throbbing.
The palace stank of sex and melted gold by the time Kara dragged Leon—still half-hard, trousers in shreds—into the Hall of Mirrors.
Every surface reflected them a thousand times: his glowing skin, her blazing crown, the soldiers crawling behind on all fours, tongues out, cunts leaving wet trails on the black stone.She shoved him onto a low dais ringed by mirrors.
"Breathe," she said.Leon exhaled.A ribbon of gold light drifted from his lips. It brushed the nearest soldier's cheek.
Her eyes rolled back; thighs clamped shut, a gush of wetness hitting the floor. The ribbon thickened, curling around breasts, sliding between legs, licking clits like invisible tongues.
Twelve women convulsed at once—backs arching, nipples leaking thin streams of oil, cunts clenching in perfect rhythm. One clawed at her own tits, screaming as orgasm ripped through her without a touch.Kara breathed the light in.
Her pupils blew wide; the golden bra snapped, breasts spilling free, heavy and veined, nipples so stiff they cast tiny shadows. She staggered, thighs spreading, and squirted—a hard, clear jet that arced across the dais and struck Leon's cock. The contact made him throb; precome beaded, glowed, and floated upward, a droplet of liquid sunlight that burst against Kara's tongue when she lunged to catch it.
"Every breath is foreplay," she rasped, licking her lips. "Every heartbeat is a thrust. You are addiction made flesh."She knelt, took his cock between her tits, and exhaled across the head. The warm gust carried his own radiance back onto him; pleasure stabbed straight to his spine. He came instantly—thick ropes of glowing seed that painted her crown, her face, her tongue.
The soldiers dove for the overflow, licking it from the floor, from each other's skin, fingering it into their cunts like holy oil.
One smeared it across her clit and came so hard her hips left the ground.Kara rose, seed dripping from her chin.
"Now you understand. Your power isn't light. It's lust with teeth."The city bells clanged at dusk. Scouts reported a second storm—black sand laced with glass shards, moving against the wind.
Kara's voice cut through the haze of orgasms: "They will die unless their god fucks the sky itself."She led him to the palace roof, soldiers staggering after, skirts long gone, bodies streaked with come and sweat.
The storm loomed like a living wall, eating the horizon.Kara stripped him naked. "Use them," she said, shoving the soldiers forward. "Channel through flesh."They understood. Twelve mouths descended—six on his cock, six on his balls and ass, tongues spearing, throats swallowing, teeth grazing.
Hands everywhere: stroking shafts of light leaking from his skin, milking his nipples until droplets of gold fell and hissed on the stone.
One soldier straddled his face backward, grinding her soaked cunt across his mouth; he drank her in pulsing gulps as she came, flooding his tongue.Kara mounted him last.
She sank down in one slick glide, inner walls rippling, clit dragging his shaft with every bounce of her heavy tits. "Fuck me until the sun answers," she snarled.
He did.Each thrust sent sunlight lancing from his cock into her depths; she glowed from the inside, womb lit like a furnace.
The soldiers fed on the overflow—one latched onto Kara's clit, sucking in time with Leon's thrusts; another slid two fingers into Kara's ass, curling until the queen's back bowed and she screamed sunlight.
The beam shot skyward, punched through the storm, and detonated.Black sand flash-froze into amber glass that shattered into glittering dust.
The city below cheered, but on the roof the orgasm was apocalyptic.
Kara's cunt clamped so hard Leon saw stars; she squirted in a golden fountain that rained over the soldiers, triggering a chain reaction—every woman coming at once, bodies writhing, cunts spasming, breasts leaking oil in rhythmic jets.
One soldier passed out mid-orgasm, thighs still twitching around another's fist.Leon stayed hard.
The city was saved, but the hunger in Kara's eyes had only grown.Night fell, yet the palace blazed.
Leon stood at the heart of the harem chamber, cock buried to the hilt in a soldier whose legs were hooked over his shoulders, her cunt angled so every thrust rubbed her G-spot raw.
Around them, the others formed a living altar: Kara on her back, thighs spread, three soldiers eating her cunt in rotation; two more tribbing frantically, clits grinding in slick circles; another riding a golden dildo strapped to a sister's hips, breasts bouncing hard enough to slap her own face.Kara beckoned. "Again. Bigger."
Leon pulled out—his cock shining with the soldier's cream—and turned to the storm brewing inside the palace.
Residual sand swirled in the air, drawn by his radiance.
He gathered it with a thought, shaped it into a sphere of black glass between his palms.
The soldiers watched, panting, fingers buried in cunts or asses, waiting.
He fucked the sphere.Thrust his glowing cock into the glass heart of the storm. Light met darkness; the sphere cracked, then exploded outward in a ring of golden fire. Every shard became a tiny sun, hovering, pulsing.
The soldiers cried out as the shards touched skin—burning, branding, pleasuring.
One shard slid between a soldier's cunt lips and melted inside her; she came so hard her eyes rolled white. Another lodged in Kara's nipple, making the queen arch and squirt across the floor in a scalding arc.
The storm was tamed—turned into a constellation of pleasure-orbs that drifted through the chamber, seeking holes, clits, tongues.
Leon watched a soldier swallow one; it dissolved on her tongue and she orgasmed from the taste alone, thighs clamping shut as she flooded the marble.
Outside, another sandstorm screamed toward the city.
Kara's hand slid down his abdomen, nails scraping lightly, stopping just above his waist. "Channel it," she whispered against his ear. "Push the light outward. Save them."He tried.
Heat pooled low in his belly, surged upward, burst from his skin in a lance of pure sunlight.
The storm met the beam and shattered—grains of sand flash-melted into glass that rained harmlessly beyond the walls.
The city below cheered, but on the balcony the effect was intimate.Kara shuddered against him, thighs clamping around one of his legs, the slit of her skirt riding high enough to bare the slick heat of her sex grinding against his thigh.
Her soldiers collapsed to their knees, skirts rucked to their hips, fingers buried between their legs in frantic rhythm.
One came with a broken cry, back arching, breasts spilling entirely free of her top.
Another crawled forward, lips brushing Leon's ankle, tongue tracing the line of a sun-glow vein that pulsed like a heartbeat.
Kara's hand slipped lower, cupping the rigid length straining his trousers.
"Feel that?" she breathed.
"That is power. That is worship."Dawn painted the sky blood-red. Leon stood on the palace's highest spire, naked, cock still dripping from the night's final orgy.
Below, the city knelt—thousands of bodies, all glowing faintly from the light he'd spilled. Above, the sun waited for its cue.
Kara climbed the steps on trembling legs, cunt swollen and gaping, thighs streaked with dried come.
The soldiers followed in a procession of ruined skirts and bare, branded skin.
They carried a throne of black glass and gold, its seat carved into a perfect mold of Leon's cock.Kara knelt first.
Took him into her mouth with reverent slowness, throat working, crown pulsing in time with his heartbeat. When she pulled back, a thread of glowing seed stretched from her lips to his tip.
She snapped it with her tongue."Speak your name," she whispered.Behind her, the soldiers echoed: mouths open, cunts dripping, breasts heaving.Leon looked at the horizon.
The sun trembled, waiting to rise at his command.
He placed one foot on the throne, cock sliding between Kara's tits as she pressed them together.
The soldiers formed a circle, fingers linked through each other's cunts, a living chain of wetness and worship."I am the Sun Prophet," he said, voice rolling like thunder over the city. "And every dawn will begin with my cock in your queen's throat."
He thrust.Sunlight exploded from his skin, his cock, his come—blinding, scalding, divine. The sun answered, leaping into the sky in a single bound.
The city screamed in orgasm; every citizen felt the pulse between their legs, the clench in their cunts and cocks, the sudden, overwhelming need to fuck until the light burned them clean.Kara swallowed his release, throat glowing, belly swelling slightly with the sheer volume of glowing seed.
The soldiers collapsed in a heap of limbs and squirting cunts, the throne already slick with their combined juices.
Leon sat—cock sliding into the glass mold, the fit perfect, the throne milking him with slow, rhythmic pulses. Kara straddled his lap, impaling herself in one slick drop, inner walls fluttering around the intrusion.
The soldiers crawled forward, tongues extended, ready to lick, to suck, to worship every inch of their god.
The Sun Prophet had risen.And the harem—queen and soldiers alike—would spend eternity making sure he never set alone.