Princess Ayeka Masaki Slave
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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3,967
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Princess Ayeka Masaki Slave
Chapter I: End of the Hero.
What was the boy’s role? Knight? a castle? A pawn that once it made its journey would transform into a piece that towered over its own king, or was he jst a piece ready to be used and claimed all in the name of a grander plan? The man wondered about this, he was a humanoid like the other Jurains who stared at him in disbelief, not because of his power, how he was able to singe handily defeat the other jurain fleet but how he in one hand held a bloodied boy who was meant to be their champion.
He looked bewildered at how this boy can be a ‘champion’ this ‘Tenchi’ At first Tenchi was able to match him, the light hawk wings matched power for power, defence and offence clashed and nullified, then he got serious. It was hard to explain even for him and he was sure tenchi found it hard to explain his own god like powers because as Tenchi ascended to a towering being of light everything was overshadowed, Jurai, the war, everything. And he privately admitted at that point he felt insignificant, that he was doomed.
Then he felt the power.
It grew even more, so much more than Tenchi. It was all very strange, surreal even as if Tenchi was the key all along to unleashing his potential.
It was unreal for Tenchi, seeing a even greater being of light tower over him, no it was worse then that, Tenchi, the stars, its galaxy and the galaxies within this universe sparkled within the tip of his finger, his entire body charted out other universes, everything. His mind was fully awaken and Tenchi was what he appeared, a boy and no less. He focused his mind, all the energies of the cosmos onto the boy and he heard the knee jerk response to this force of power, every star infact heard a deafing scream of agony, brutal submission and it stopped.
The man saw himself where he once was, in a world that was jurai, in a smaller and more comfortable world, a dimension of the universe he had lived in for most of his life and in his hand, the greatly reduced Tenchi, no longer light but a bloodied pile of broken flesh.
“Originally” He said out loud “I had no reason to be someone, then it happened in the darkness in a temple far away my fleet tried to challenge a demon who caused harm and manipulation just to find something. I was the last one, and then it happened. Like you I obtained the wings, this power, then the demon tried to ensnare me, I resisted and her actions only served to strengthen me, before I knew it, the demon’s carcass was burning away by the wings of my power. I never understood it, perhaps I was a potential of some sort, like you”
He then smiled.
“But I was more than that and felt I could and should take Jurai as my own empire, and why not? What else would I, with so much power do? Go to school? Waste my existence being a guardian to someone else’s mistakes. No thank you. I wanted to show Jurai what a god really was, but you”
He shook the boy, he relished the victory, the supremacy and the despair by many jurains who could only look on haplessly.
“You pushed me into something more, they say that you are the one above all, or the avatar for it, but that’s it isn’t it? At the end is just an opinion, who was to say that after the chousen’s experiments that more would not have come, am certainly one aren’t I? It’s wonderful isn’t it? Not just jurai, but creation, everything is MINE! I am the one above all, do you understand? I am what you believed yourself to be!”
He didn’t have to throw tenchi, simply letting him go and watching hit from a fall from tens of feet into the air. He laughed, he revelled in the moment, postponing on what to do next because frankly he had no idea what to do at all. It was an irony he was yet to care about but his laughter stopped as intrigue heard a heartfelt cry for tenchi and then his eyes caught on something, she wasn’t the most beautiful girl, now that he was supreme he could have whoever, which was he locked his eyes intently on this girl.
This woman would not seek warmth into another man’s arms or the boy’s for that matter. The woman, whose violet hair made her stand out, walked back on her own steps in shock as he walked to her. Appearance was an issue, would he appear in flesh, pinkish skin, rich long brown hair and a worn torn down soft water coloured military uniform. It didn’t seem effective, or how he should greet his servants, a more awe inspiring figure was needed.
When the flash ended, he walked to her, now more taller, his body was detailed with muscle layered upon with muscle on a hard grey tanned blue skin. Face and head was hairless, two pure white eyes and he maintained still lips, sculptured in the tone of perfection. He was naked as he walked to her, he wanted to be an Adonis to her. He looked into her mind and read her name, her sorry life and planned her future.
“Ayeka” He said, the princess took a step back but his movement was deceitful, he showed a swift pace in his steps all of a sudden and Ayeka looked in horror at how close he was to her, he should have met her shielding but it was just air to him as his hands passed through and gripped her soft buttocks firmly.
“Come and be loved”
His message was simple and his hands were firm, he felt the intoxicating aura between his chest and her breasts laid within her dress. Ayeka was literally screaming, Tenchi swore at him and then fell, angry with himself, the god smiled at Ayeka, a cold lustful glance and neared his lips to her, nothing ayeka could do to his face could stop the advancement. He was relentless, unstoppable and let go. More to it let one hand go to have Ayeka spin around and feel her dress rip with his tight grip as he turned to grab the other woman who tried foolishly to attack her. He wasted no tie having both hands on her wrists and pinning her to the ground. This woman was different, she howled and cursed, she did not fear him but spited him and spat at him, nothing deterred his lust.
“Ryoko!”
“Run Ayeka dammit, just run!”
Ryoko wrestled but he did not move one ounce, except ontop of her, she felt his naked body on her and began tearing it off whilst latching his cold lips onto her neck. “Bastard” she choked, trying to kick, stab, everything. Ayeka could only run, the citizens who watched were terrified, some tried to intervene but by will fell with horrified looks in their eyes to deter ten more. The god would not be interrupted and before Ayeka left the scene completely she heard one sound that haunted her, ryoko’s anguished cries, Ayeka knew now that she was living on borrowed time...
What was the boy’s role? Knight? a castle? A pawn that once it made its journey would transform into a piece that towered over its own king, or was he jst a piece ready to be used and claimed all in the name of a grander plan? The man wondered about this, he was a humanoid like the other Jurains who stared at him in disbelief, not because of his power, how he was able to singe handily defeat the other jurain fleet but how he in one hand held a bloodied boy who was meant to be their champion.
He looked bewildered at how this boy can be a ‘champion’ this ‘Tenchi’ At first Tenchi was able to match him, the light hawk wings matched power for power, defence and offence clashed and nullified, then he got serious. It was hard to explain even for him and he was sure tenchi found it hard to explain his own god like powers because as Tenchi ascended to a towering being of light everything was overshadowed, Jurai, the war, everything. And he privately admitted at that point he felt insignificant, that he was doomed.
Then he felt the power.
It grew even more, so much more than Tenchi. It was all very strange, surreal even as if Tenchi was the key all along to unleashing his potential.
It was unreal for Tenchi, seeing a even greater being of light tower over him, no it was worse then that, Tenchi, the stars, its galaxy and the galaxies within this universe sparkled within the tip of his finger, his entire body charted out other universes, everything. His mind was fully awaken and Tenchi was what he appeared, a boy and no less. He focused his mind, all the energies of the cosmos onto the boy and he heard the knee jerk response to this force of power, every star infact heard a deafing scream of agony, brutal submission and it stopped.
The man saw himself where he once was, in a world that was jurai, in a smaller and more comfortable world, a dimension of the universe he had lived in for most of his life and in his hand, the greatly reduced Tenchi, no longer light but a bloodied pile of broken flesh.
“Originally” He said out loud “I had no reason to be someone, then it happened in the darkness in a temple far away my fleet tried to challenge a demon who caused harm and manipulation just to find something. I was the last one, and then it happened. Like you I obtained the wings, this power, then the demon tried to ensnare me, I resisted and her actions only served to strengthen me, before I knew it, the demon’s carcass was burning away by the wings of my power. I never understood it, perhaps I was a potential of some sort, like you”
He then smiled.
“But I was more than that and felt I could and should take Jurai as my own empire, and why not? What else would I, with so much power do? Go to school? Waste my existence being a guardian to someone else’s mistakes. No thank you. I wanted to show Jurai what a god really was, but you”
He shook the boy, he relished the victory, the supremacy and the despair by many jurains who could only look on haplessly.
“You pushed me into something more, they say that you are the one above all, or the avatar for it, but that’s it isn’t it? At the end is just an opinion, who was to say that after the chousen’s experiments that more would not have come, am certainly one aren’t I? It’s wonderful isn’t it? Not just jurai, but creation, everything is MINE! I am the one above all, do you understand? I am what you believed yourself to be!”
He didn’t have to throw tenchi, simply letting him go and watching hit from a fall from tens of feet into the air. He laughed, he revelled in the moment, postponing on what to do next because frankly he had no idea what to do at all. It was an irony he was yet to care about but his laughter stopped as intrigue heard a heartfelt cry for tenchi and then his eyes caught on something, she wasn’t the most beautiful girl, now that he was supreme he could have whoever, which was he locked his eyes intently on this girl.
This woman would not seek warmth into another man’s arms or the boy’s for that matter. The woman, whose violet hair made her stand out, walked back on her own steps in shock as he walked to her. Appearance was an issue, would he appear in flesh, pinkish skin, rich long brown hair and a worn torn down soft water coloured military uniform. It didn’t seem effective, or how he should greet his servants, a more awe inspiring figure was needed.
When the flash ended, he walked to her, now more taller, his body was detailed with muscle layered upon with muscle on a hard grey tanned blue skin. Face and head was hairless, two pure white eyes and he maintained still lips, sculptured in the tone of perfection. He was naked as he walked to her, he wanted to be an Adonis to her. He looked into her mind and read her name, her sorry life and planned her future.
“Ayeka” He said, the princess took a step back but his movement was deceitful, he showed a swift pace in his steps all of a sudden and Ayeka looked in horror at how close he was to her, he should have met her shielding but it was just air to him as his hands passed through and gripped her soft buttocks firmly.
“Come and be loved”
His message was simple and his hands were firm, he felt the intoxicating aura between his chest and her breasts laid within her dress. Ayeka was literally screaming, Tenchi swore at him and then fell, angry with himself, the god smiled at Ayeka, a cold lustful glance and neared his lips to her, nothing ayeka could do to his face could stop the advancement. He was relentless, unstoppable and let go. More to it let one hand go to have Ayeka spin around and feel her dress rip with his tight grip as he turned to grab the other woman who tried foolishly to attack her. He wasted no tie having both hands on her wrists and pinning her to the ground. This woman was different, she howled and cursed, she did not fear him but spited him and spat at him, nothing deterred his lust.
“Ryoko!”
“Run Ayeka dammit, just run!”
Ryoko wrestled but he did not move one ounce, except ontop of her, she felt his naked body on her and began tearing it off whilst latching his cold lips onto her neck. “Bastard” she choked, trying to kick, stab, everything. Ayeka could only run, the citizens who watched were terrified, some tried to intervene but by will fell with horrified looks in their eyes to deter ten more. The god would not be interrupted and before Ayeka left the scene completely she heard one sound that haunted her, ryoko’s anguished cries, Ayeka knew now that she was living on borrowed time...