"When I was inside of you I saw many memories of your Ice Walker tribe and brothers. You helped each other train your sexuality and corresponding parts so they could serve like a real man's cock should. You helped each other grow strong and held each other accountable to acting like a real man should.  I saw how after a great bloody raid you all celebrated, naked and drunk, making an contest by jerking each other off to see who lasted the longest. And how you were one of the first to cum and lose. Once your balls dropped they never stopped." She snickered a little at the thought of the great, if fictional, family Andras once has with his tribal brothers. Andras really seemed to latch on to those memories.<br/>That was good since The Queen had made them to be defining experiences for him that also pleased her to think about. If he accepted and bonded to them so readily perhaps it was indicative of something he really wanted but didn't have or was close to the truth already.  "What is something that really helped turn you from a boy in to a man?"<br/><br/>"I also saw how you all would beat down any of you who seemed to be growing weak and then make them act as mounts, pull carts, or otherwise labor like an animal until they were once again strong and able to savor pain. I was impressed at how it was never done out of anger, just a need to help them out of love. Your icewalker brothers may be gone but you will have mating brothers and sons who need that camaraderie and guidance." The Queen said, weaving it all back to who Andras was now.<br/><br/>The Queen reached back to grab hold of Andras's rock hard ass. "I am also too happy with you here to ever allow you to die on me. I want us to live forever together in this lifetime.  We will keep track of our age. When we reach the half way point I will ensure we both have stones of immortality so we never even get close to any form of natural death." The Queen said, entirely unaware that the half life of a solar exalted was well beyond her life expectancy. She would be dead from old age before she knew to begin.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>It was good to see Andras and Six Grains of Pomegranate getting along so well. It was also nice to see Andras's genitals being treated as the quantifiable resource for Hive and Queen that they were rather than a part of Andras's anatomy. He was part of his junk, not the reverse.<br/><br/>Dinner wouldn't provide real nourishment for the God but it would at least be enjoyable to eat."You will feel better with each passing day. Be sure you are familiar with my Wolf Spider's   tenants of manhood if you didn't already become intrinsically aware of all of it. This isn't the fucking Immaculate Order where your work is stolen and all you do with your domain belongs to the Dragonblood.  In my creation gods will often worshipped directly, but they are still only entitle to the fruits of worship they earn. I doubt you would be here if that wasn't an idea you already appreciated."<br/><br/>Maheka Damaj was a handsome fellow for an infamous serial rapist. The same accusations could be leveled at The Queen herself. What mattered is it was all for fulfilling a great vision.<br/><br/>She listened to him postulate the long term thaumaturgical refinement of the process. The long term was what she wanted from him. He had great use in the short term as well.<br/><br/>"Szoreny himself has said every breedable Dragonblood male should be in my Thrall. Bulls to be used altered and bred in whatever manner produced the results I want. You would make a fantastic researcher and overseer enabling all that."<br/><br/>Andras returned with a prettyboy "giftwrapped"  and four wailing demons.  "I expected nothing less than perfection from you, My Wolf Spider. That's exactly what I got." The Queen said as she quickly sashayed over to greet her love with a long messy kiss. She hadn't actually checked all 10 meals he brought her or ensured the slave has the few traits she required. She trusted Andras's ability to carry put her will so much that she didn't question that it had been seen to.<br/><br/>While the lovers were kissing servants came in with dinner. Rare steaks cooked in butter, grilled potatoes basted in seasoned oil, skewers of shrimp, flame roasted greens seasoned with great care. A smooth aged red wine was decanted for everyone. An entire bottle was poured into Andras's drinking bowl.<br/><br/>Andras's spot on the floor was just piled with food on the huge central tray. Where others got flatware of gold and satin napkins Andras got a bowl of water to wash his hands and a big cotton cloth to wipe up with. The others had crystal wine glasses and comfortable chairs<br/>Andras got a flat cushion to sit on and a big wide bowl for his wine.<br/><br/>If Andras wondered if his lover was trying to dehumanize him the answer was "maybe".  He was rather large for the furniture and the size of his portion alone would take up a ridiculous amount of table space. What's more a washing bowl was how northerners kept themselves tidy when sharing a meal with people of importance. What's more the quality of his place settings were as good as everyone else's and The Queen chose the meal entirely to please him. That it was fine faire for guests was a great bonus. Would Andras have even wanted to sit at the table? Or would he prefer to devour his dinner like a hungry beast  as well as be the only one next to his Queen.<br/><br/>The Queen waited for her guests to be served before moving to the demon harpist, lowering her gown and opening her body like it was a great fanged maw that shot out chains of malfeam brass each ending in a giant meat hook to dig in to fleshly bodies and drag them into her. She pulled them into her "mouth" waiting bv a few minutes between each for her body to regain some of its shape before the hooked another, and an other. It took her less time to eat all four demons than it likly took for anyone else to finish their first glass of wine.<br/><br/>Her body closed back up completely seamless. Though her stomach was greatly swollen and distended and her breasts massively expanded. Though she wasn't big enough to look like she held all four demons in her. More as if she was about to give birth to triplets. She did her best to make it to her dining chair with deliberate poise. She did fairly well considering the added mass but it wasn't the most graceful of walks.<br/><br/>"That was satisfying."  She said, trying not to smile."I might even have room left for desseet."<br/><br/>She was glad to have had an excuse to do that in front of Maheka Damaj if only to emphasize she was working on an entirely different scale than anything he might have considered.<br/><br/>"Lord Maheka Damaj, your research is brilliant and you might have been the best bio-thaumaturgist in all of lookshy by time you were caught and chased out by the Wyld Hunt who couldn't see, and didn't care, that everything you were doing was for the great houses of the Dragonblooded.  Now you do it for the Yozis."  The Queen said. Then she telekineticly pulled the new slave over to her. Her size was decreasing fairly fast. It would be only an hour before she was back to her usual appearance. She still didn't want to have to get up and walk. She pulled the boy up to his knees and gently stroked his face and hair.<br/><br/>"I'm so glad you are here with me now. The brothel would have destroyed you completely. You are far to sweet for that."<br/><br/>She slowly unwrapped the gorgeous young man. His cock and balls were huge and the rest of him was so slender and soft. He was eventually unwrapped and The Queen gestured for him to sit his nude form on her lap. The Queen might have been built different than usual but her curvaceous pregnant body was probably anything but a turn off considering what the boy was probably used to. In fact with a huge castle, the smell of delicious food and the comfort of being held while he sat on her lap? She was probably every "mommy dom" fantasy any boy could have all in one.<br/><br/>He was a young demon blooded sex slave who would have had his bones face and body broken apart within a few years at most. Then a gruesome death soon after. If a good submissive boy like him didn't consider cuddly but strict mommy, and big strong daddy as his ultimate escapist fantasy it would be downright bizarre.<br/><br/>"I am The Queen Who Flies on Wings of Rapture Torn From Stars. The man who claimed you is my mate Andras Silvereyes the Wolf Spider. Welcome to your new home with us."  The Queen held the slave close and slipped off the little black cloth holding his stupendous genitals so he was completely bare. Though she would stop stripping him if he protested. A shame he was probably useless outside of sex. He did bring out some maternal instincts her own children had yet to touch. That didn't mean he would be spared. He couldn't have been physically over 20.<br/><br/>"Did my mate tell you what I wanted from whatever boy he claimed? I need a boy who can who can be faithful and devoted to a cause. I need a boy who can endure grueling travel in both great heat and cold and not complain or slow us down. I need a boy who can entertain a crowd and provide a bit of comfort and companionship to a select few like my lover and I putting my close loved ones comfort above his own. I need a boy who can handle pain, who really knows how to please and care for a mans sex organs and will gladly submit his own to be completely removed so that he might serve better."<br/><br/>She took the young man big floppy cock in her hand and slowly stroked it. (Is he circumcised?) "I need to know if you are that boy, or if my beloved made a mistake."<br/><br/>She have the pretty faces slave a long gentle kiss on the lips  "This is a very big penis for a slim boy like you. Do you play with it often? Do you frequently stroke it like I am doing? I hope so because that will be a lot of time and energy you will have freed up once we have this meat pole taken away from you. Then you'll get to hold Daddy Andras's cock in your hands instead. You may be a slave but I'm giving you a choose. You can be our good boy. Or I can let you keep your cock and balls and you can be a kitchen slave or something. It will be a safe peaceful life. We won't send you back to the brothel. Just tell me you want us all to leave you alone and we will."<br/><br/>The Queen ment what she said about letting him be. Certainly pretty much every whore in one of Malfeas' no rules houses would do anything for a peaceful kitchen position.  Plenty would also be thrilled with what The Queen was talking about. Malfean hellspawm boy whores didn't have healthy ideas of what life should be like or what love was.<br/><br/>"If you want to be our boy you have to tell me honestly that you want to give your man parts to us and be left a sweet dickless eunuch. Then blow the biggest load you ever dreamed of so I can see this is where your desires lay."<br/><br/>The Queen worked a finger inside the young man's ass, assuming he didn't say he wanted to be left alone, and found his sweet spot to rub on while she worked his cock. She used her telekinesis to bind his arms above his head for that extra thrill of submission. If he refused Andras would have to know he failed. Then find an other.<br/><br/>Then like she wasn't jerking off a hellwhore to the idea of his own unmanning she went back to talking to Maheka Damaj  "Despite your great theoretical work and knowledge you only ever produced a single working model. One that was killed at infancy. It took you a lifetime of work to reach that point. Who knows how long your next would take? You have the blessing of the dragons in you still. If you lent me your body for the night I could have a full grown, demonically powered terrestrial exalt in ten days. I didn't call you here so I could breed a single specimen with you.. Though if you wish to offer yourself for breeding I could make great use of that.<br/><br/>I called you here to show you that any path you might take couldn't get you closer to your goals than serving under me could. I brought my chosen here to plan our campaign. Why don't you tell me if I should have a piece made for you too?<br/>