Xenia stood atop her basilica overlook as she stood with her arms crossed looking down at her army marching past and onwards to war. She had made a hasty return to the Holy Light Empire from Dallas to see them off. General Mattison had mustered the army much quicker than Xenia expected. His command was impressive.
Her army consisted of BloodStar soldiers as well as Holy Light Empire knights who had decided to stay under Xenia’s new command. The incentive of money, land, and power was too much for most soldiers to turn away from, and the army’s numbers stayed surprisingly steady after Pope Gregory’s death.
General Mattison, Nero, and Constance stood to Xenia’s side. She turned to General Mattison and said, “Remember. You are in full command of the soldiers. Their schedules, formations, movements, everything… is left to you once you reach the United States. You are the tactical genius of war when fighting without ki.”
General Mattison saluted his Warlord, “Understood, Warlord! The easiest way to draw the United States in towards us will be to march to the heart of the country. I plan to spend day and night creating a Citadel around the Liberty Memorial in Kansas City. It will be secure for your visitation should you so choose. Additionally, this will allow us to control a major railroad hub for supplies for our army and will serve as our base of operations to launch assaults from within the country.”
She smiled at his plan and then looked to Nero and Constance, “You two are left to act on your own accord though I expect you both to aid Mattison and work as a team. Of course, tactically speaking, you two will be available to take out any major threats of force we may see from the Allied Master Families.”
Nero nodded, “We will conquer the United States in your name.”
Constance smiled, “We look forward to giving them a long and painful war in your name.”
Xenia aggressively walked up to Nero running her hand along the front of his muscular chest and biting her lip as she looked up at him, “Nero darling. Tell me. Have I been looking for an heir in all the wrong places? Lately, I have been craving what I cannot have. Namely, Jacek and you.”
Nero looked her in the eyes and failed to find the words to respond to her with. She leaned forward towards him, “A kiss for your Warlord before heading to war?”
Nero cleared his throat, “That is not a good idea.”
She took a step back and crossed her arms as she scowled at him, “I could command you to… but I won’t. Fine. Instead, go win a war for me.”
Nero nodded with a hint of enthusiastic relief. Xenia then looked to Constance who smiled at her. Xenia walked over to Constance as she said, “If Nero won’t give me a kiss, then maybe Constance will.” She stopped in front of Constance and said, “A loving embrace to send you off to war?”
The two girls took a step forward as they hugged each other in an embraced kiss pushing their big boobs up against one another as they made out passionately for much longer than General Mattison would have ever guessed.
Mattison looked on to the downright arousing scene of two goddesses kissing and groping one another’s body for a full minute. He then looked to Nero who was unphased. Mattison thought to himself, “Is this a regular occurrence? Are they lovers?”
His thoughts were interrupted as Xenia and Constance stopped kissing at last, and Xenia took a few steps back to address them all, “Constance. It goes without saying, you are my best friend and more. Nero. You are my Gladiator Champion, and I hope one day you are more. Mattison, you are in charge of my beloved soldiers, and I hope to see you rise to greatness during the course of this war. I am sending you all off to war without me to prolong this endeavor. However, make no mistake. If there is a need for me, do not hesitate to call for me. I too have a hate for our enemy, and I too would love to kill alongside you all.”
The three nodded towards their Warlord in acknowledgement although none of the three wished to find themselves in a situation that would require calling on her. They all had a desire to prove their capabilities independent of their leader.
Xenia walked back to the overlook with her hands behind her back and smiled down at her army marching past her still. She said, “Thousands of men and women marching to their deaths. To never return home. All at my word. I love war.”
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In the empire’s tallest building 120 stories tall, Xenia and Arthur sat in a luxury restaurant within a corner booth with panoramic views of the capital city below.
Xenia wore the dress version of her all-black leather military outfit showing off her cleavage and tight waist, and Arthur wore a formal black suit.
The owner of the restaurant came over to give them the utmost attention, “Warlord BloodStar and President Davis! The two finest guests we have ever had the honor of serving! Welcome, welcome.”
Arthur nodded his head, “Thank you, sir. We are excited to dine with you tonight.”
Xenia expressed no gratitude. She expected to find nothing to her liking on the menu for drinking or eating.
The owner proceeded, “Please take a look at our menus at your leisure. However, as I had prior notice of your arrival, I also have a few specials that may interest you both, but in particular our Mistress BloodStar.”
She looked to the owner with a hint of curiosity and said, “For me?”
The owner nodded, “Your tastes are no secret, my lady.” He clapped his hands and smiled as he leaned in and quietly whispered, “Excuse me, but this is not for the ears of our other guests.”
The owner looked both ways and continued whispering, “A custom bottle is on offer this evening. Fresh blood acquired this morning. Triple filtered and served at body temperature.”
Xenia smiled as her eyes came to life. The owner saw her expression and continued, “From the same source, a domestic cut of meat. The first of its kind, a tomahawk steak derived from the finest and cleanest of human flesh. Cooked by myself at your request, in total privacy.”
He stood once more with perfect posture and said, “What will it be?”
Xenia smiled and said, “I will have the special for both the drink and entrée.” She looked to Arthur, and he said, “I will have the same, please.”
Xenia’s jaw dropped, “You’ll have the same?”
He smiled and said, “When in Rome, do as the BloodStars do.”
His willingness to try her culture impressed her to no end, and she scooted over in the circular booth right up next to him and put her hand on his thigh, “Arthur, I’m suddenly in the mood.”
She squeezed his thigh and kissed his cheek. She then pulled back and said, “But first we should really eat, shouldn’t we?”
The owner of the restaurant arrived with an unmarked bottle and poured two glasses of crimson red blood for each of them. He then left the bottle on the table and announced, “Enjoy! The food will be out shortly!”
She grabbed her drink and said, “Cheers!” They clinked glasses and took a sip. Xenia gave a loud, “Mmm. What a wonderful pour. I should start filtering blood. Does this taste better than usual to you too?”
Arthur shrugged his shoulders as he powered through the sip. He licked his lips saying, “It still tastes very… metallic.”
She laughed, “It takes a while to refine one’s palate.”
She scooted away from him just a bit to his dismay and swirled her drink as she said, “Thank you for accompanying me down here on such short notice. My new General, General Mattison, is quite the efficient military commander.”
Arthur laughed, “I already have reports that he is crossing into Texas as we speak.”
Xenia raised her eyebrows, “Incredible.” She took a sip and put her glass down on the table, “Thank you for providing safe passage of my army through Texas. We will be nearly to Kansas City by the time they exit Texas. There isn’t much in Oklahoma… at all.”
Arthur laughed with her. She then took a more serious tone and said, “In all honesty Arthur, I do want to reiterate that I plan to keep my part of the deal with our alliance. I plan to install you as the President of the United States, or whatever we may decide to call the nation. I also plan to keep it as a democratic republic with the only small change being that the position of the president is permanent.”
Arthur nodded, “You will have vaulted me and my family to a position of power that we could have never dreamed of. I am forever indebted to you. I suppose St. Michael is equally indebted to you for making him the ruling Master below you in this empire.”
Xenia replied with a, “Pfff. St. Michael is obedient enough, and he keeps the country running. He cares for his people, but he is not someone I plan to bolster or look out for in the long run. He is wary of me and I of him. I do enjoy torturing him from time to time, but I think my actions only push him towards the allied forces.”
Arthur said, “I see. Well, you should know that your actions have quite the opposite effect on me. You keep pushing me towards you.”
Xenia laughed, “That’s why I like you so much Arthur. Will you have time to come to my cathedral’s formal christening tomorrow evening?”
Arthur smiled at her, “If that is what you wish, then absolutely.”
Xenia moved closer to him once again pushing her big boobs and cleavage up against him, “I love that you aim to please me. And I try to please you in return.” She ran her hand down his cheek, “Like this dress. I wore it for you. What do you think?”
Arthur stuttered at her touch and her open admission to attract him with her dress, “I- I- I am completely and utterly infatuated.”
She grabbed his thigh and ran her hand up to his crotch and said, “It takes a little while to cook a tomahawk steak. But my appetizer is waiting for me.”
She slinked below the table hidden by the table cloth. Arthur felt her unzip his pants. He couldn’t believe he was living a real fantasy.
Xenia stood atop her basilica overlook as she stood with her arms crossed looking down at her army marching past and onwards to war. She had made a hasty return to the Holy Light Empire from Dallas to see them off. General Mattison had mustered the army much quicker than Xenia expected. His command was impressive.
Her army consisted of BloodStar soldiers as well as Holy Light Empire knights who had decided to stay under Xenia’s new command. The incentive of money, land, and power was too much for most soldiers to turn away from, and the army’s numbers stayed surprisingly steady after Pope Gregory’s death.
General Mattison, Nero, and Constance stood to Xenia’s side. She turned to General Mattison and said, “Remember. You are in full command of the soldiers. Their schedules, formations, movements, everything… is left to you once you reach the United States. You are the tactical genius of war when fighting without ki.”
General Mattison saluted his Warlord, “Understood, Warlord! The easiest way to draw the United States in towards us will be to march to the heart of the country. I plan to spend day and night creating a Citadel around the Liberty Memorial in Kansas City. It will be secure for your visitation should you so choose. Additionally, this will allow us to control a major railroad hub for supplies for our army and will serve as our base of operations to launch assaults from within the country.”
She smiled at his plan and then looked to Nero and Constance, “You two are left to act on your own accord though I expect you both to aid Mattison and work as a team. Of course, tactically speaking, you two will be available to take out any major threats of force we may see from the Allied Master Families.”
Nero nodded, “We will conquer the United States in your name.”
Constance smiled, “We look forward to giving them a long and painful war in your name.”
Xenia aggressively walked up to Nero running her hand along the front of his muscular chest and biting her lip as she looked up at him, “Nero darling. Tell me. Have I been looking for an heir in all the wrong places? Lately, I have been craving what I cannot have. Namely, Jacek and you.”
Nero looked her in the eyes and failed to find the words to respond to her with. She leaned forward towards him, “A kiss for your Warlord before heading to war?”
Nero cleared his throat, “That is not a good idea.”
She took a step back and crossed her arms as she scowled at him, “I could command you to… but I won’t. Fine. Instead, go win a war for me.”
Nero nodded with a hint of enthusiastic relief. Xenia then looked to Constance who smiled at her. Xenia walked over to Constance as she said, “If Nero won’t give me a kiss, then maybe Constance will.” She stopped in front of Constance and said, “A loving embrace to send you off to war?”
The two girls took a step forward as they hugged each other in an embraced kiss pushing their big boobs up against one another as they made out passionately for much longer than General Mattison would have ever guessed.
Mattison looked on to the downright arousing scene of two goddesses kissing and groping one another’s body for a full minute. He then looked to Nero who was unphased. Mattison thought to himself, “Is this a regular occurrence? Are they lovers?”
His thoughts were interrupted as Xenia and Constance stopped kissing at last, and Xenia took a few steps back to address them all, “Constance. It goes without saying, you are my best friend and more. Nero. You are my Gladiator Champion, and I hope one day you are more. Mattison, you are in charge of my beloved soldiers, and I hope to see you rise to greatness during the course of this war. I am sending you all off to war without me to prolong this endeavor. However, make no mistake. If there is a need for me, do not hesitate to call for me. I too have a hate for our enemy, and I too would love to kill alongside you all.”
The three nodded towards their Warlord in acknowledgement although none of the three wished to find themselves in a situation that would require calling on her. They all had a desire to prove their capabilities independent of their leader.
Xenia walked back to the overlook with her hands behind her back and smiled down at her army marching past her still. She said, “Thousands of men and women marching to their deaths. To never return home. All at my word. I love war.”
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In the empire’s tallest building 120 stories tall, Xenia and Arthur sat in a luxury restaurant within a corner booth with panoramic views of the capital city below.
Xenia wore the dress version of her all-black leather military outfit showing off her cleavage and tight waist, and Arthur wore a formal black suit.
The owner of the restaurant came over to give them the utmost attention, “Warlord BloodStar and President Davis! The two finest guests we have ever had the honor of serving! Welcome, welcome.”
Arthur nodded his head, “Thank you, sir. We are excited to dine with you tonight.”
Xenia expressed no gratitude. She expected to find nothing to her liking on the menu for drinking or eating.
The owner proceeded, “Please take a look at our menus at your leisure. However, as I had prior notice of your arrival, I also have a few specials that may interest you both, but in particular our Mistress BloodStar.”
She looked to the owner with a hint of curiosity and said, “For me?”
The owner nodded, “Your tastes are no secret, my lady.” He clapped his hands and smiled as he leaned in and quietly whispered, “Excuse me, but this is not for the ears of our other guests.”
The owner looked both ways and continued whispering, “A custom bottle is on offer this evening. Fresh blood acquired this morning. Triple filtered and served at body temperature.”
Xenia smiled as her eyes came to life. The owner saw her expression and continued, “From the same source, a domestic cut of meat. The first of its kind, a tomahawk steak derived from the finest and cleanest of human flesh. Cooked by myself at your request, in total privacy.”
He stood once more with perfect posture and said, “What will it be?”
Xenia smiled and said, “I will have the special for both the drink and entrée.” She looked to Arthur, and he said, “I will have the same, please.”
Xenia’s jaw dropped, “You’ll have the same?”
He smiled and said, “When in Rome, do as the BloodStars do.”
His willingness to try her culture impressed her to no end, and she scooted over in the circular booth right up next to him and put her hand on his thigh, “Arthur, I’m suddenly in the mood.”
She squeezed his thigh and kissed his cheek. She then pulled back and said, “But first we should really eat, shouldn’t we?”
The owner of the restaurant arrived with an unmarked bottle and poured two glasses of crimson red blood for each of them. He then left the bottle on the table and announced, “Enjoy! The food will be out shortly!”
She grabbed her drink and said, “Cheers!” They clinked glasses and took a sip. Xenia gave a loud, “Mmm. What a wonderful pour. I should start filtering blood. Does this taste better than usual to you too?”
Arthur shrugged his shoulders as he powered through the sip. He licked his lips saying, “It still tastes very… metallic.”
She laughed, “It takes a while to refine one’s palate.”
She scooted away from him just a bit to his dismay and swirled her drink as she said, “Thank you for accompanying me down here on such short notice. My new General, General Mattison, is quite the efficient military commander.”
Arthur laughed, “I already have reports that he is crossing into Texas as we speak.”
Xenia raised her eyebrows, “Incredible.” She took a sip and put her glass down on the table, “Thank you for providing safe passage of my army through Texas. We will be nearly to Kansas City by the time they exit Texas. There isn’t much in Oklahoma… at all.”
Arthur laughed with her. She then took a more serious tone and said, “In all honesty Arthur, I do want to reiterate that I plan to keep my part of the deal with our alliance. I plan to install you as the President of the United States, or whatever we may decide to call the nation. I also plan to keep it as a democratic republic with the only small change being that the position of the president is permanent.”
Arthur nodded, “You will have vaulted me and my family to a position of power that we could have never dreamed of. I am forever indebted to you. I suppose St. Michael is equally indebted to you for making him the ruling Master below you in this empire.”
Xenia replied with a, “Pfff. St. Michael is obedient enough, and he keeps the country running. He cares for his people, but he is not someone I plan to bolster or look out for in the long run. He is wary of me and I of him. I do enjoy torturing him from time to time, but I think my actions only push him towards the allied forces.”
Arthur said, “I see. Well, you should know that your actions have quite the opposite effect on me. You keep pushing me towards you.”
Xenia laughed, “That’s why I like you so much Arthur. Will you have time to come to my cathedral’s formal christening tomorrow evening?”
Arthur smiled at her, “If that is what you wish, then absolutely.”
Xenia moved closer to him once again pushing her big boobs and cleavage up against him, “I love that you aim to please me. And I try to please you in return.” She ran her hand down his cheek, “Like this dress. I wore it for you. What do you think?”
Arthur stuttered at her touch and her open admission to attract him with her dress, “I- I- I am completely and utterly infatuated.”
She grabbed his thigh and ran her hand up to his crotch and said, “It takes a little while to cook a tomahawk steak. But my appetizer is waiting for me.”
She slinked below the table hidden by the table cloth. Arthur felt her unzip his pants. He couldn’t believe he was living a real fantasy.
