Having her lover, Andras, with her skin to skin was a luxurious comfort The Queen never tired of. While he presented his chest muscles for her comfort and enjoyment The Queen felt it was a good time to vocalize something she had been pondering for a while. "The female breasts are a much beloved symbol and manifestation of many of the best and most important aspects of being a woman. Nourishing, comforting, soft, they grow and strengthen children. The Queen said while caressing her breasts, sending ripples through the bouncy tissue under the soft pale skin.<br/><br/>"In comparison to a man's chest you can easily see the repeated theme. The woman is more powerful but more complex and resource intensive. It needs support and protection.  The resilient and efficient males act as perfect subservient support. Much that is virtuous about the man is seen in the great chest muscles they offer."<br/><br/>The Queen teasinglt licked at Andras's nipple and around the flared edge of his bulging veiny pectoral. "All they require is soap and water to keep them clean and frequent hard work to maintain their appealing size and function. The simple male organism mostly just requires hard labor and nourishing food to perform well. Men are simple and designed to be used."<br/><br/>The Queen traced around Andras's upper chest and shoulders to emphasize her point and to enjoy the body her lover offered. "The broadness of the male chest makes it a fine shield, the density of the muscle fibers protects the vital organs. The pectorals provide an anchor for the arms to fight and labor. Then in times of rest they make fine trophies and attractive parts for a man's partner or owner to enjoy."  The Queen finished thoroughly objectifying the male chest and rested her head on her lover's huge pectoral muscles.<br/><br/>With such a grandiose name given to him it was obvious that The Queen had major plans for her new solar, some more obvious than others. So far his genitals and the domination of spirits played a part.<br/><br/>Andras grabbed his brother's dick and began to vigorously stroke it. The Queen didn't command him to do so. Was Andras bonding with Prince of Gods, was he putting on a shoe show for The Queen? Perhaps he ment to just gather his brothers cum to rub over his own genitals? It could also have been Andras utilizing the one true outlet he had for everything. His Queen loved him and he her but she was above him. His brother was at his lever able to share all things with him, including his Queen. The sight of the wolf happily milking his brother's dick did not go unappreciated.<br/><br/>Six Grains blessed the two male sets together. In spirit those dicks were bound together.<br/><br/><br/>The evening of light play and coordinating arrived. Andras claimed his place quickly without prompting, acting as the sturdy but comfortable place for his brother and Queen to sit or lay upon. He even got a cushion for each of them so their skin would not stick to his. The Queen showed Prince of Gods to move the pillow up to Andras's thigh and use the big wolf's chest to rest against.<br/><br/>The Queen grabbed and squeezed Andras's rock hard pectoral near her while looking at Prince of Gods. "This one is all mine, but you can borrow that one for the night. Consider it yours to use freely." The Queen said, referring to the pec muscle near Prince of Gods. Andras was not consulted about it but after all the lessons about what a man's chest ment he could be proud his Queen obviously loved his and was eager to share it with the person Andras was supposed to love the second most out of all people.<br/><br/>The Queen addressed Demaj to clearly give him some things to prepare for. "The Dynasts are not known for their shaping and Sorcery but one should be prepared. That and assistance with concealment and possibly acting as a look out are your main roles. Yet conserve your power because I want you to keep a spell that can quickly neutralize a crowd within your Orb.  That will be the great contingency. If our plans fail and you face down a massive force use the Sorcery to cover the getaway of my hound's group.<br/><br/>To Andras she said, "I look forward to the terror and domination we would claim against even the grandest armies of chosen by joining in battle with your great emperor expansion and my shinmatic soul but that time is not now. We would lose to easily to attrition. When it comes to mechanical Essence weaponry guarding the spoils, if no one can safely neutralize it than you will just have to take the full brunt of it straight on and rip it to shreds. Taking punishment meant to kill whole groups and breaking the indestructible into useless chunks through sheer strength , who else could handle that? Some of those components might be treasures of their own as well."<br/><br/>The Hellwhore or Boywhore was very repentant. He seemed depressed to the point of barely caring what was to become of him. As Boywhore was washing dried semen from the worshipped dicks and balls The Queen told her men. "Thank your brother for his semen."<br/><br/>The Hellwhore was allowed to see to his task, one he should approach with sacred duty, cleaning and oiling the divine male organs. It wasn't until he was done that the Queen called him to her, bringing him to sit in her lap. It was a position he had probably loved but might feel uncomfortably unworthy of after failing his assignment. The Queen used her intuition and hive connection to tell how the young man really felt about being cradled naked, as he always was, against her. It was in that, almost bridal style hold, where he was likly the most supported he had ever been.<br/><br/>"My mating drones sperm making parts are clean and well oiled. Their cocks are throbbing, I think they liked your touch. We need to see about what will become of you now. Out of the entire hive it is, perhaps, you who I feel most like a mortal mother toward her son. It was I who gave you your powers and position. It was by my hands alone that I carved every trace of your boy meat out of you. I carefully took every bit of the internal parts out of you to ensure you got the most thorough and complete castration possible. Nothing half done for you, my special whore boy. Tell Damaj how wonderful it is so he knows what he can look forward to. . . You are ment to care about all my hive. You surely do not want to horde the joy of being cut sexless to yourself. "  The Queen reminisced while caressing the whore's castration scar. She knew he always felt on the verge of an orgasm he would never have though he hadn't had his jewel socketed for a few days. That might have impacted his default state.<br/><br/>The Queen dug into the young man's mind and heart with her words and emmotions. She wanted to get deep within him as if probing with insectile feelers. When he was open and at her mercy, if she liked what she saw he would be metaphorically put back together and allowed to continue. He would even be grateful and loving for the immense mercy of his Queen.<br/><br/>"Since I care about you so much I give you one chance to escape potential punishment with exile. Your former meat between your legs will be regrown and you will be left in a human city to live a free but powerless and mediocre life. You would be alone and stripped of your powers but you would be free to choose your own mortal path and you would have your eager cock back."  The Queen took one of the whore's hands in hers and brought it to his empty crotch, moving it up and down in a pantomime of jerking off. He once loved to jack off his dick. If the boy was anything like The Queen believed him to be everything she just offered, a dream for many a enslaved whore, would be terrifying. Freedom and his full sex organs with powerless mediocrity and the complete absence of his Queen and the dicks he worshipped and shepherded for? The Queen was sincere in her offer if he accepted the exile to avoid punishment than he was unworthy of the affection she had for him. She didn't expect him to want to escape whatever punishment he would receive. More than anything The Queen was judging if any of the prospects of freedom, a big set of boy parts, or escaping any of the hive was enticing to him.  If he reacted with fear and revolution to being free, denied the cocks he worshipped, and having a hefty set of male genitals again than the whore will have pleased The Queen. She would certainly look for falsehood in his reaction. She wanted to make sure the idea of having a cock and feeling pleasure  from it was thoroughly terrifying to the boy, possiblyca fate worse than death. During a eunuch at least let him die with some dignity.<br/><br/>The whore fit in very well with the warped views of his Queen. She continued to make him go through the motions of jerking off a dick that was no longer there. "Would you enjoy making it squirt even if the act betrayed me?"<br/><br/>If he pleased The Queen he could release his fear in tears with her shoulder or bosom to cry on, or he could be brave ready to accept whatever his fate would be. He was a slave, he chose to stay a eunuch slave whore and he had no place to protest anything that would be done to him. The Queen gently stroked his hair and spoke in a soothing voice to the whore priest. "Relax, my sweet nutless boy. It would have been nice had you met with success but the blessed isle is a bastion against us and is difficult to crack. If your failure has taught you some important lessons that we are stronger for. Did you see the world that will destroy itself if not assimilated in to us? Did you learn bits of how to better appeal to humans? You must have noticed how my caste system would put everything in proper order. Knowledge makes the hive strong. You tried and you grew from the experience. Unless my mating drones believe you are unfit for leading worship of the cocks that they are, you are still my sweet dickless boy whore and have a bright future ahead of you."<br/><br/>The Queen went in to playfully tickle the young mans ribs for a moment. Then she turned to Andras's huge sack of testicles and petted the skin over his cum filled melons. Since he was behind her it was easier to just turn to the parts that define him. "My hound, do you have any issues with our boywhore? You are the dick he is ment to serve." The Queen doubted Andras had anything to add, though if he felt a bit paternal toward the Hellwhore he might offer some encouragement involving his cock.<br/><br/>Then The Queen turned to Prince of Gods. He was new but as her mating drone he was encouraged to speak up a out the dick he kept as well. He was at least smart enough to surmise who the whore was. "Do you have anything to say about this saintly whore here? He is a paragon among the worshippers of the cock and balls you share with your brother for me. If he ever does his duty poorly you are encouraged to beat and hurt him until you feel vindicated."<br/><br/>Even as The Queen encouraged her new lover to seriously hurt the boy if he does wrong, she still held the whore lovingly close to her. She kissed his lips then opened her mouth to taste his and vice versa. When she finished she looked calmly into his eyes. "You take pain and hardship well. Why don't you let everyone know they should show you no concern or mercy when imparting an important lesson about your relation to the divine phallus? You want each lesson to be one you'll never forget don't you?"  The whore was used to being hurt but under The Queen being hurt was just an other way his superiors might show that they care about him. They wouldn't beat a lesson in to him if they didn't want him close and able to use the lesson successfully.<br/><br/>The Queen laughed softly. She still tested the Hellwhore's answer about if he wanted nessessiary lessons brutally beat into him for truth. He had bragged to her about how he accepted pain, even to the point of death. For as much as The Hellwhore was teased with the prospect of near torture he had been largely handled with tender affection. The only two times he was really hurt were even done as an act of love and were probably the most wonderful moments of his life; when his Queen castrated him and when his god fucked him. He had his own luxurious bathroom complete with carvings depicting the beauty of his castration and his future leading the faithful. He had a meditation area where he could stroke the jewel on his vacant crotch for hours communing with worshippers and answering prayers. He didn't have his own room but only so he could be available as an object of comfort to Andras or The Queen. Now that extended to Prince of Gods.<br/><br/>"Among the perfect castes of The Hive pretty and handsome eunuch boy whores are an important one, with their own specialized role. Look at the life you have now. You surely see how much your Queen and Mother love you and how much the dicks you live for have given you. Please be careful that you never grow back a dick or balls. Swear to me you will never have a dick or any other boy parts ever again. I doubt I could forgive such defilement, don't you remember how beautiful it was when they were forever carved away from you? Always display your neutered body with pride. Even if it were to kill you it's better you die with dignity as our neutered sacred whore than live with a big traitorous set of balls. I think there is even something you can do right now."" The Queen said dreamily to the boy. She kissed his forehead as a gesture of continued trust. She caressed his crotch and grabbed at his ass since being used for his body was his purpose and could make him feel welcome despite his personal guilt for failing.<br/><br/>"Prince of Gods, crawl over my hounds sperm makers and slide your cock up inside this whore. He has a hole just going to waste and would make a fine temporary container for the cock I keep between your legs.<br/><br/><br/>She held him gently humming a relaxing buzzing drone to him and whispering. "Your work in this city is done just relax, stroke your jewel or your scar, and answer prayers. You will return home with the cock you worship. Relax my darling boy. Your place is with us." She rocked him gently letting him rest or even fall asleep cradled against her if he was at all inclined. Things had been busy and stressful for him. He was probably quite tired.<br/><br/><br/>"Aside from The Prince of Gods, does anyone have any questions about the role they are to play in our upcoming matter?<br/><br/>The Queen turned to Prince of Gods and caressed his smooth but wiry inner thigh. "My handsome stud cocks, I must ask what you feel is the best caretaker of your bodies and breeding parts?  The Hellwhore would seem ideal but he has many other duties. My vision says you two must either obligate to handling everything for each other as the best of brothers, getting another eunuch just to handle the job, or making Six Grains of Pomegranate take a more active and subservient role. Someone needs to be ready to attend to your cocks at all times, to prepare them for my use, to ensure their health, to keep Prince of Gods hairless and smooth, and to know when your bodies are so full of cum you're about to have a big messy orgasm. It's no fault of yours. It's just when your dicks go unused for a few hours your bodies nature overrides your brains and releases some of the semen building up." Andras could probably see the importance of having such a role but there was the issue that Inevitably such a servant would be tasked to milk him or otherwise make him cum and his honor demanded he cum for no one but his brother or Queen. Ozymandias might have picked up on his brother's ideas of honor or have an entirely pragmatic view. They were both real men who's bodies and sex belonged to their Queen. Naturally they couldn't just be like a beta male who didn't have such a lofty purpose for their dicks and could afford to be the only one to handle it. Their meat belonged to The Queen and served The Hive. As Alpha males to The Queen their sex organs should be controlled and managed far more than they could be trusted to see to just on themselves.<br/><br/><br/>"Your heartbeat is so loud, my hound. It must be an impressive muscle just like all the rest of you. We endured alone for far too long but now your heart is mine again. I don't ever want to be without you, you massive tube of fuckmeat, ever again." The Queen said cuddling against Andras and becoming Prince of Gods to sit more on the wolf's genitals so he could hold her and pet the Hellwhore too.<br/><br/>In her meditative state The Queen altered her tower to be a edifice of war.<br/><br/><br/>OOC: The Queen uses factual determination Analysis as well as her own intuition to judge the sincerity of The Hellwhore. When seeing if he any fantasies of having a mommy and daddy and In particular 1. That he truley hates the idea of not being a slave and having a dick and balls again. 2. When he is supposed to tell Demaj how wonderful it was to be castrated and now be a eunuch. 3. When asked to make it clear to everyone that he should be shown no kindness or mercy when it came to beating or hurting him during lessons.