Chapter 800: 789 (1/2)

Title: Concluded Ceremony

”Well, are you recording this?” Nik inquired. Though naked from the bottom, he had an extremely sincere expression.

”Yes,” Poole nodded with equal sincerity as if she didn't hear Spider's panting which simply mixed with the heavy exhalations of girls lined across Nik's throne.

Looking straight towards the camera of his smartphone, Nik began, ”Dear future me, if in any circumstances, years from now, you have the opportunity to rule once again despite our aversion to unnecessary responsibilities, remember this night. Democracy, free rights... all these things are a lie. Rule with an iron fist... hehe, get it? I'm sure you do. We're us! Ehm, where was I?”

”Iron fist,” Poole hurriedly explained.

”Yes, rule your subjects with Iron fist. Or else, they'll destroy you and then themselves. In fact, a hard grip on tits and asses is a kindness. Oh... I've heard of some customs where the king demands the first night with a newly wedded couple. Yeah, don't do that, using rules to snatch someone's wife is in bad taste. Seduce her instead.”

Poole rolled her eyes.

Clearing his throat, Nik stood up with his meat dangling in front of the camera. Due to the close proximity between the two, Poole couldn't record anything behind Nik until he moved away. Finally, the scene captured Angela, Jennifer, and Hela bent over on the seat of the throne with Hela in the middle, Jennifer to the left, and Angela to the right. The three of them had their exposed bottoms revealed towards Poole as their lower lips glistened in wetness.

Their juices dripped and soaked their inner thighs as their calves would shiver not in cold but embarrassment. The girls had heard Nik's words clearly. A wave of humiliation spread through everybody this time but Nik only gazed at Loki, Morgan, and Janet standing to their side. Naked. In attention. Their hands made to place by their hips, leaving their bodies completely exposed.

”Do we really need to resort to such—” Before Loki could begin, she found herself stunned by Nik's glare.

”I've been a king for almost 5 hours now and I consider my career in ruling quite amazing,” Nik smiled, ”Now, you tried to sabotage the celebration by bringing in your mischiefs, you naughty gal,” Nik placed both his hands on Hela's plump rear, his touch making the fallen queen shiver, ”And it made me realize, an orgy is only good in free reigns when every participant is drunk, or high. Else, you need a proper rhythm.”

”Why me?” Janet pouted, although, she couldn't deny the fact that she was enjoying this quite a bit. She could easily imagine a court full of angry citizens, or tortured souls, in this case, glaring at her while her 'ruler' disciplines her naughty self. Still, for proper roleplay, she must know her wrongdoings.

”Why not you? I've seen through your schemes,” Nik patted Hela's rear, ”You claimed to ease my thirst but now I know that you desired something more selfish. And in this pursuit of selfishness, you covered my vision, making the situation of orgy turn for the worse!” Nik's tone was deep and formal and his words as unreasonable as a true King.

Seeing that Morgan didn't have anything to discuss herself and had quite a suppressed smile on her face with slightly glazed eyes, Nik returned to look at Hela's back. Thinking for a moment, he turned to Poole, and seeing that she was still recording his ass, he coughed.

”Could you record me from the front? If I see this video later, I don't wanna just see my own ass.”

”Believe me, your ass is perfect,” Poole purred.

Snorting, Nik continued, ”Of course, I know. It's my butt we're talking about. But get the camera over to the edge of the throne. Maybe a few shots later on.”

Poole's expression brightened and she looked towards the heavily blushing Spider. Her fingers were barely away from her phantom crotch and she seemed more effective despite her usual indifference.

Smiling, Poole nudged Spider's shoulder, ”Come on, we've got stuff to do!”

On the other hand, Nik leaned forward, his waist bending while his lips pecked Hela's hips. His hands enjoyed the sensation of her back, the slightly rugged feel of her spine through her back while the scent of her quite lively dungeon sent him further into the arms of excitement. His left palm slid from pale butt towards the valley formed due to her meaty ass, his fingers easily finding the wet entrance as he pressed his thumb against her entrance and started to rub it. Due to greater physical stature, Hela's slit was similarly proportionate, just like Jennifer's, which meant that she wouldn't have a problem dealing with Nik's true stiff of discipline but then again, his bloodline made sure that he remains good with lies and treating women right.

Not really much when considering the sheer abilities spread across the Omniverse.

But this thought barely dampened Nik's mood. Instead, he let his digits press Hela's swollen clit. Her little erection pinched in between Nik's index and middle finger while his thumb dug into her soaked entrance, her cold flesh suckling onto his thumb as he moved it vertically.

”Nnngh,” Hela bit her lips. Like Angela and Jennifer, she had her face close to the upper edge of the throne but with Poole now recording right in front of her, the being she thoroughly wished to punish now, Hela couldn't help but tilt her head downward. Her hair barely covered her face at the moment, letting Poole record everything.

Meanwhile, Nik stood straight once again and brought his wet fingers close to his lips.

Licking his thumb in a more mature manner while honestly resisting the urge to give into the primal act of sucking on the thumb itself to lick it clean, Nik tasted Hela's juices and he grew positively pleased.

*Pah*

Without hesitation, Nik's other hand smacked Hela's butt, making her right butt cheek ripple with her pale skin slightly tinted in pink now.

'A quality ass,' Nik assessed the feel on his palm. But knowing that putting off the main act will only make the girls more frustrated, Nik pumped his waist gently to get his little soldier in position. He was preparing to enter 'Hell.'

Returning both of his palms to their positions— Hela's wide buttocks— Nik wiggled his waist until the tip of his shaft was aligned to Hela's entrance. It was cool, and it felt even more strange when the temperature kissed Nik's cock. It was unlike her mouth, he realized. Aside from the extremely dexterous tongue, which, god forbid suddenly appears in her pussy, too, Hela's interior wasn't extremely slippery. Cold, moist, and gripping.

Nik's cock instantly felt stimulated to the extreme, a grunt leaking in response to this situation.

”A one pump chump?” Loki snickered, but kept her voice to herself, unwilling to face further humiliation.

On the other hand, Hela bit her lips. It was official.

She had been dethroned and...

”Why...?” Nik coughed.

Bright red blood touched Nik's shaft, only making things colder. Loki's gaze grew wilder, an amused smile on her lips while Hela clenched her fists, cracking the top edge of the throne slightly as she looked back. Feeling her speech return, obviously, to answer the inquiry, she barked but added insults for her own sake, ”Why? You dark ask why I would lay with any person weak enough to die?”