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Sneak peak · 3:47am Mar 15th, 2022
Selene The Crimson RED Changeling Empress
By: " Black--Soul "
Chapter Eleven: Before - Hiding the Salvation Cave and rising moral NSFW 2/2
Selene lay in shock on the ground. He did injury to her selfrespect and ego, but what did she do to deserve it? Why would he be trying to humiliate her after all she did for them all?
Yes, she wanted to use him and the others for food, but it isn't like she wasn't giving in return. Shelter for her Herd, water and food to keep them hydrated and feeded as well as giving them pleasure instead of just draw it out via magic draining their emotional charge as her body so often demanded. A Symbiotic and truly mutual benefishal bond, more so for them than herself.
Trembling, she looked down on the ground. She feel so strong and confident before, she survived war and cheated death so often. Now she was just what? After all her hardships as a human? Reduced to a pleasure toy to one of her Herdmembers? What if the others would follow his example? What if her kindness and generousity would get her into a miserabel life?
She feel the admiration of some of them the first time she give herself to her Herd of Zebra stallions. That one Stallion that give his blooming crush that should developed soon enough into love to her, while kissing her like the french in the history of kissing do in a romance novel. Was it all a fluke? Did she lie to herself and this was all to good to be true?
Zul he... he did... he did use her, insulted her, satisfaction out of humiliation?! Where did she go wrong? Per chance her 'Pheromones' made him hyper aggressive? Did she made him violent with a overdose of pheromones in the air? Was he like a good man with a bad side when drunken on Alcohol? Or was he just a evil person?
Just like that guy in his unit before his last engagement as soldier and medic, that had invited a hobo that turned out to be a escaped serial killer. Having his Generousity to share a meal and Kindness to invide him into his home repayed in the brutal end of his familie, having the grim and hollow satisfaction to know he killed that man, so noone else would ever lose a loved one to a monster in a human skin.
Was this just like that? It could not be...
Than again, the Chat had tried to warn her...
Cruel or the one that don't mind to wait, than again... Perhaps both? Anyhow...
A gob of that monster's vile discharge dribbled down her face, some started to run down her eyes, mixing with her tears. She had spaced out of shock and didn't even register the comotion around her, the many Zebras laying next to her to share bodyheat and trying to comfort her, while others gently nuzzeld her neck. For this few minutes of shock Selene was dead to the world around her. Despite the best effort of the once she was truly to be loved in the future.
Zul was in trouble, he had not broken the supposed Leadmare in time, he was close to have her bend to his will, now everything was lost.
It was not the first time he screwed up like this and with every Zebra glaring at him, the Zebras that didn't console the mental instable mare, had him almost surrounded. Once more he was surrounded by Stallion that had a high oppinion of this preyed on broodmare before he was ready to use her against them.
They respected in Zebra culture the Herds mares since 1 of 4 Zebras born was a mare. With a inbalance of 3 stallion for a mare statistical, they are simply worth more in this races culture.
Normaly he break in a female of any race he can find and let her be a breeding slut that thanked him for opening her eyes to his views and let herself be used activly for breeding. By bending them in general to accept sex no matter if fertile or outside season.
No more blue balling males and have a good population growth in the future, if they have a ressources poor environmental area, than aggressiv conquest of surrounding areas was clearly the way to have established survivel trough superior aggression. His legancy would be a population that expanded, because sex was fun and practiced weekly in herd orgys.
His offspring would also create a better chance to spread the Incubus and Succubuss Zebra subrace, that had the colorful destinction of purple or pink stripes instead of the black once. Further red, orange or yellow eyes.
With him spreading his seed in countless herds over this Savana, he would give his bloodline and sub-race a great chance to live on long after he died. Him having a blast when ever he broken in a female was simply the icing on the cake while he could leave his unborn foals behind, so they be raised by other not knowing it was him. After all, his sensory illusion mask his true apperance.
He was kinda dissapointed to have his god insisted he was to become a trickster and a breeding stud and not a fighter. Than again, he never had more fun breaking others like that.
The little fucker that tackeld him from his supposed to be future cocksleve and breeding slut had been one thing to deal with, but everyone following him?
He fucked up, he was a dominator only towards females in this world, while males are simply to be won over by his sex slaves or at least be distracted long enough, so he could kill them one by one to level up in a singel night.
Cloak and dagger style, slitting their by rutting exhausted bodys throats.
Good times... Good times indeed...
When 'Zul the Illusionist' come back to his mind, after getting ripped out of his rutting rush, did he was surrounded by breeding minted young stallions. It was a powerful bond he literally used every singel time to get his way with the stallions. That guy that had made it to the herd and had somehow made the mares start orgys and live gangbangs? A local hero that deserved food, shelter and stuff he ask for.
Very unfortunately he had not made this female their nymphomaniac plaything, she had taken it on herself to win them over trough the power of their loins. Worse, he was catched red hooved to not just misstreat her but outright abused her in a culture where mares are a valued commodity without her taking his side and giving him cover for all his actions.
Last time that happend 2 years ago and they broke his left forleg for it and left some nasty buck marks that needed months to heal properly.
Muscle tissue was a strange thing sometimes, unless it was rather a magical flow problem? Magic was something that was flowing trough him, more so than blood. Having permanently a shroud of sensory illusions on him was taxing, but totaly worth the effort.
He was in for the easy fun and low work, if he could not fix this he had to cut and run, before pumping this mare for a foal or two.
As layed back they acted before the Giraff attack he provoked, when he killed half their males before leaving every female impregnated behind.
Odd they tracked him down at all.
Still he get away with murder. Mass murder was f-u-n. Well... Until he forget to check his back for thst one guy that had foolish invited him in his home because he was a freezing homeless hobo. Boy, did he show him.
Good times, good times indeed.
I can't wait to see the rest of the chapter. Even if the english is a little rough, which I can forgive because English isn't your first language. I wish you the best of days and dreams, Soul!
And as you say, stay snuggly!
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Thanks, just got back from work. Tomorrow i might get some progress on proofreading etc after work.