This choice: You are a male villain, with mostly female slaves • Go Back... The villain knew he was in charge. Life was good for him. Years of battling, kidnapping, stealing... It was all his now. He could see his stolen planets in the distance, all filled with women who adored him unconditionally. Yep, brainwashing was a powerful drug.
He stood on the balcony of his private room in the city-sized castle/mansion he called home, in the central planet of his personal pocket universe. Within the enchanted halls of his mansion were not just the usual elegant rooms one might expect in a mansion, as well as lodgings for his harem, but entertainments as well. Movie theaters, cart tracks, restaurants, libraries, and more. Everything was designed to make his girls want to stay. And he was content. The greedy, greedy villain had everything he wanted. All that was left now was to enjoy it.
He sipped wine from his glass, idly spinning the dark red liquid as he turned back into the room to look in the mirror. He was a handsome creature, with a muscular body and long, anime-white hair that was bound in a ponytail that extended halfway down his back. It wasn't his true appearance, but he'd shed that the moment he became unstoppable. He was well-endowed, and had an enchantment on himself that his dick would always be the perfect size for whatever lover he had taken. Things got interesting when he fucked one of his giants.
The villain turned to watch the sunrise (figuring THAT out had been tricky. Planetary orbits were more complicated than most people realized), when he heard a stirring underneath the covers of his bed. The large mattress creaked as the two women he had been fucking earlier woke up and began looking for him. The first to peer her head out was a beautiful, buxom woman with silver hair and with six red eyes. She yawned, and stretched, revealing arms that were covered in black chitin. From underneath the covers four spidery legs emerged. "Mmm?" she said sleepily. "Master?"
"Mmmrrgg..." said the second figure. Four horse legs kicked out from underneath the covers as a busty, blonde-haired body appeared beneath them, she yawned, turning over slightly.
The villain grinned at them. Rachnera Arachnera and Centorea Shianus, one each of several versions he had of the two. "Go back to sleep if you want," he said. "I'm just enjoying the sunrise."
Rachnee yawned, and lay back down. Cerea was already snoring, the well-fucked centaur enjoying a little bit of rest. He chuckled, and gestured, the blankets moving to cover the two completely again. He himself didn't need sleep, although he indulged in it because he found the sensation pleasant. Yep, life was good. And since he was awake anyway, he might as well start his day and go have some fun.
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