Civilization Chronicles: Rise of the Divine Creator

Although most people in the South-Central Region were attending public ceremonies and banquets to mark the passing of the year, there were also many who chose to have much more private parties.

As the midnight bells tolled, one such exclusive celebration was taking place in one of the tallest towers of the region’s centres of power.

Inside an opulently decorated room with a stunning view of the local snow-covered mountain outside extremely expensive glass windows, an even more stunning woman lay quietly atop a palatial bed, covered with nothing but a thin, luxurious blue sheet.

Her face was youthful and pure, but her curvaceous body was the farthest thing from innocent imaginable.

Breathing slightly heavily, her flawless cream-white skin glistened with a trace of perspiration courtesy of the all the strenuous ’celebrating’ she had just engaged in.

Resting her head against the muscular chest of her evening companion, the beauty used one of her delicate fingers to gently stroke his chest as she purred sweetly, "You were incredible, as always, My Lord."

"Hmph, naturally," the handsome, clean-shaven, middle-aged man replied haughtily, as if his ’prowess’ was truly unparalleled.

If she thought differently, or was even the slightest off-put by the man’s seemingly insufferable arrogance, the woman didn’t show it; quite the contrary, in fact.

Instead of recoiling or flashing a look of disgust, she actually leaned in further, intertwining one of her long, shapely legs with his, as if his imperious words only stoked her inner fires further.

His lips curling upwards at this reaction, the dark-blonde haired man used the arm he had wrapped around the little minx to deliver a light slap to her plump, perky behind, grabbing a handful of amazingly elastic flesh and giving it a tight squeeze for good measure.

An amorous moan leaked from the woman’s luscious lips as she pressed herself even closer, her towering peaks deforming with mind-numbing softness against him while her teasing hand slid down his chest, across his well-defied abs, and took hold of the slick staff which, only moments ago, had been battering the gates of her sacred vault.

Just as the mood was beginning to heat up again, however, the man finally turned to face his favourite ’pet’ in this small, backwater land, grinned knowingly, and asked, "So, how are your little plans progressing, my Dear?"

Where most women would have froze up having been exposed like this, in such a vulnerable position, this alluring lady’s nerves were far stronger than ordinary.

Not flinching in the slightest under the mocking gaze of the deadly predator she was caressing and coaxing, the enchantress only squeezed her playful little fingers tighter, caressing and stroking her ’Master’s’ sacred sword with increasing fervour as she asked back in a hot, breathy tone, "They’re going quite well, My Lord. Would you like to hear about them?"

"Hah, not in the slightest," the man, satisfied with her submissive response and assertive ministrations, laughed carefreely.

What she did, who was caught up in her schemes, and what kind of effect it had on this part of the Blue Sky Continent were of absolutely no concern to him. His only role in this little game was to watch, enjoy, and reap some small benefits.

Sure, he could have taken a more active role and stacked the odds more in his and his ’friends’ favour, but where was the fun in that?

As far as he and the other ’players’ were concerned, a game was only interesting when the outcome wasn’t certain from the start.

Still, even that minor role would no longer be his concern soon as he was planning on leaving this impoverished hovel in the near future. Once he left, even if this entire region was flooded with blood and fire, or became a wasteland devoid of all life, he wouldn’t bat an eye.

Though, considering how dedicated this ’toy’ had always been, and how capable she was when it came to pleasing him, the man thought it might not be too much trouble to ’rescue’ her once everything went awry.

Only if he was feeling generous when the time came, though; after all, there were always more ’toys’ out there for him to play with.

Sure, this one was the best of the ones he’d indulged in recently, but she wasn’t irreplicable.

Of course, when she realizes just how much of a fool she’s been, the look on her face then... Hah, taking her at that moment... Thinking about the future, the man couldn’t stop the grin on his face from widening ever so slightly.

As he was laughing to himself about such amusing prospects, a needy tug on the shaft of his spear and a playful lick on the nape of his neck convinced his noble self to set aside such thoughts for the moment and focus all his attention on more immediate matters.

Sinking his claws into her sumptuous peach, he easily lifted the temptress by her bountiful hips onto his muscular abdomen, aligning her hot, steaming sheath with his throbbing lance for the fifth time that night.

However, instead of immediately claiming her again, he stopped just as their most intimate parts made contact.

Lately, this ’toy’ had been getting a little too impertinent, so this was a good chance to remind her who was really in charge here. If she wanted to be blessed with his divine gift once more, she would have to beg for it, like the obedient slave she was.

Just as he anticipated, his loyal pet understood his intent and immediately took action.

Placing her palms on his broad chest to steady herself, the seductress lithely, purposefully sat up, her ripe, voluminous peaks peeling away from him maddeningly slowly.

Sensually arching herself as she rose, she allowed the thin bedsheet to slip from her sinful form, revealing her naked form in all its glory.

Her long, waist-length glossy-black hair cascaded down her supple back like a waterfall of the finest silk as the pale blue moonlight from the balcony windows illuminated her ravishing figure in an ethereal glow.

She was perfection made manifest, a vision that was as holy and divine as it was sultry and enrapturing.

Trembling slightly as her breath quickened, she lustfully twisted her thin, willow waist like a fallen immortal fairy as her misty, ice-blue eyes shimmered and drifted down to the pompous face of the man she had spent the last 27 years secretly offering herself to.

With a coy, desperate voice, she pleaded with desperate hunger, "P-Please... please, Master... I want... I need you..."

Grinning smugly, the vainglorious man sneered disdainfully, leaning back and tucking his hands behind his head, "Good girl. Now, receive your Master’s reward..."

(Illustration on Discord!)

Soon, as the rest of the kingdom was ringing in the new years, a heavenly, soul-stirring melody began wafting out upon the cold winter winds from the highest chamber in the land.

As for what the complex, intertwined plots of those singing this melody would mean for the future of the wider region, only time would tell...