“You may enter His Sacred Presence,” the guard said to your husband, the king, and his retinue - including you.

The journey here was long. Across seas that you didn’t even know could be crossed. Whisked along on roads faster than you ever imagined. You were tired. You knew your husband was tired. But what could you do?

Ever since the emissary told you your options, the decision had been made for you. Surrender completely to His Supremacy, accept your place far below Him, accept that you and all things exist to serve and please Him, worship Him above all else. Or there would be war, and you would be conquered, subjugated, in matter of weeks, if not days. It wasn’t really much of a choice.

The idea that your kingdom could be vanquished so quickly might’ve seemed utterly preposterous not long ago, until His Supremacy’s forces invaded and subjugated so many of your neighbors. Briefly, there was an alliance in an to attempt to fight Him, but that fell apart almost before it began and the conquests continued as though it had not happened at all. After that, once-proud nations began to surrender voluntarily, almost on command, their rulers like peasants abiding the dictates of an all-powerful lord.

So it was only a matter of time. You knew it, and your husband did, too. So the emissary arrived, you accepted the terms, gathered the crown jewels - to offer to Him in thanks for taking His rightful place above you, they said - and made the long journey here.

Here was a place called the Sacred Estate. It was unlike any estate, any palace, any thing you had ever seen.

Vast, manicured gardens stretched on for miles, punctuated by fine sculptures, exotic flora, sparkling streams, and what looked like mansions. Off in the distance, seemingly enormous, otherworldly, was a shining marble building; you never appeared to get closer to it, but its static vastness astounded you. You were told it was His Supremacy’s Sacred Palace.

Strangely, no one seemed to live in small mansions. You saw very few people here; what people there were wore some kind of uniform and were purposefully working at some task or other - it was clear they were servants.

At one point, you asked one of your minders if this whole place was for His Supremacy. The minder said yes, as though the answer was obvious. To you, it was both unfathomable and unsurprising.

Upon being told you could enter His Sacred Presence, you crawled. Your husband did, as well. There were elaborate rules for interacting with His Supremacy and all of you were terrified of getting something wrong. You could see your husband, a once-proud king, shaking.

After fifty feet or so, you came to a gaggle of people, maybe 10 or 15 of them, bowing down to His Supremacy on a small concrete clearing in the garden. You stopped, silently, and did the same. For the first time, you were in His Sacred Presence.

He sat in a chair, slightly shaded, that looked almost like a throne, adorned in silk and gemstones, but you got the sense that this was not a throne, that to Him it was just a chair. He was completely naked, His body resplendent, lean, yet chiseled. He did not acknowledge you as you entered.

The other unmissable thing was the two women, also naked, fellating Him as He sat there. Their knees were on the ground - you noticed cushions were placed under the bottoms of His feet - but what was truly remarkable was how out in the open it all was. His legs were splayed open as He sat in obvious comfort; the two women diligently pleasured Him as though they were worshipping a sort of idol, their nude backsides clearly visible as they knelt. It was quiet, and the only consistent noises were slurping and gagging sounds they made.

There were no inhibitions about any of it. The stark contrast with the people bowing down, including you, your husband, and the others in your party, silent, prostrate, clothed, was unmistakable. There was nothing any of you could do about any of it. You could not speak until His Supremacy addressed you.

Well…there was one person bowing down who was not clothed. A strikingly voluptuous pale-skinned woman with light brown hair, just a few feet from you.

After a few minutes, His Supremacy addressed this woman. “Come forward Mareva,” He said, His voice low, enigmatic, but somehow all-commanding. The woman crawled to Him, her breasts swinging, her ass in the air.

“Do you want to…ahhh…worship me?” His Supremacy said to Mareva, not looking at her.

“Thank you, Your Supremacy,” Mareva replied. “You are beyond God, and all people and things can do nothing but throw themselves at your feet. Of course I wish to worship you. It is all I ever desire, all I ever wish for. Thank you, Your Supremacy.”

There was a…a raw honesty in her voice that was unnerving. Truly, all this woman ever does wish for is to worship His Supremacy, you thought to yourself.

Without a word, His Supremacy pulled one of the women who was pleasuring Him, who had a somewhat darker complexion and jet-black hair, off His cock. For a moment, His cock was visible, and you caught a glimpse: it pointed straight upward, glistening with saliva, enormous and thick. There was something…demanding about it. The other girl, a blonde, appeared to be licking His balls.

Mareva swallowed it whole without prompting. You heard her gag but she did not appear to move. The other girl thanked Him, the same honesty and adoration in her voice, and she went and bowed down where Mareva had been. You noticed she was strikingly voluptuous, too.

And then…nothing happened. You kept wondering when His Supremacy would address your husband, or you, or someone else in your party, or someone, but He did not. He just sat back and moaned in pleasure. Mareva sucked, licked, gagged, sometimes seemed to choke, but her mouth did not leave His Supremacy's cock. The blonde girl thanked Him occasionally as she licked Him. Time passed, you couldn’t be sure how much; five minutes, ten, twenty, more? It seemed to slow down and speed up all at once.

This was among the most important days, if not the most important day of your life, of your husband’s life, of your kingdom’s very existence. For His Supremacy it…didn’t even seem to register. You got the sense He was accustomed to this.

At one point, you heard His Supremacy moan a bit louder. You saw Him place a hand on Mareva’s head. He was obviously cumming down her throat. He casual, almost effortless, about it, just sitting back and keeping His hand there as she gagged uncontrollably and He shot cum straight into her. Again, you got the sense He was accustomed to this, although of course He seemed to quite enjoy it.

And when he was done, nothing changed. The same two girls, including Mareva, were still pleasuring Him. You couldn’t help but wonder if He was still hard, though you had the distinct feeling you knew the answer.

He still hadn’t addressed you. He still hadn’t addressed your husband. How long would you be here? What would happen?

You were already nervous, and growing more so. You could tell your husband was even more nervous than you. And why was there a…tingling feeling between your thighs?

Thanks for reading!

Now, this is clearly just setting the scene. I imagine something will happen from here. Your husband will eventually offer His Supremacy the crown jewels, but…then what? Will He accept them? Will He take note of you, perhaps?

More importantly, how do you feel? What impact is being in His Sacred Presence having on you? What goes through your mind as you contrast your nervous wreck of a husband with the calm, collected, God-like overlord he is surrendering to?

Also, while I am interested in building an RP off this, I am equally interested in chatting about the themes and possibilities here, or just about the situation in general. We can chat or RP, or do some of both. So if you like what I've written but aren't quite up for an RP at the moment, by all means drop me a line!

Kinks: power differentials, deepthroat, busty/curvy women, anal, harems, devoted and submissive women, sexual hierarchies, cock worship, begging.

Limits: incest, gangbangs, bathroom stuff, extreme violence.

I am 18 and all participants and characters must be 18