While we’d enjoyed having a great time, dressing slowly. Before leaving, Amira’s escorts came in and dropped the duffel bags.

Before getting to the door, she turned around. "I’ve moved down to the city too so I can see you often."

A satisfied smile stayed on my face, while I waved my hand at her. "I’ll be expecting you more often too."

The doors were shut while I slumped back to the bed.

Looking at the currency I had sitting right in front me, I knew I was heading somewhere great.

In this dying world, I was the only one who could heal it, but in exchange of everything it could give me.

In an apocalypse, power still flowed upward.

And my cum was at the very top of the food chain.

Six months later....

My "seed" helped reproduce the first new generation. Over eighty thousand women on earth were soon to be mothers.

I organized a party to commemorate the progress so far I’d made within the last six months.

At this point I had owned a massive conglomerate that was needed by all recivilized societies.

I sent an invite to who I knew who made themselves an available pawn to my schemes, even those who I considered foes.

Several prominent guests arrived at the Summit Hall, the party was held at the top floor of what used to be a former sky view tourist attraction.

I dressed like a king ruled the world. Part of my ulterior purpose while hosting this was to fully become a post-apocalypse patriarch.

The overall look was dark, tailored and deliberately menacing— expensive even in scarcity, screaming. "I have what you need but I’ll make you beg for it."

A fitted long red sleeve. "The first three buttons were always left open, revealing my strong chest and the thin golden chain.

The long, tailored black wool overcoat with the subtle crimson silk linen. Straight, perfectly tailored trousers in a heavy wool blend, hugging my ass. The bulge of my cock was never hidden.

With a big black fluffy scarf placed over my shoulders. Polished black leather boots, mid-calf.

A heavy signet ring on my right middle finger that signifies the father of the unified world. And a thick band of pure gold and my personal symbol engraved— a crown with a ruby stone in the middle.

The theme outfit for only my beauties was all red. But each had different shades and styles with the design.

Whilst welcoming my guests with handshakes, it got to his turn.

I hadn’t seen him in a while but he still came with his mask on.

While walking towards me, Ghost spoke aloud.

"Ahh... just the way I’d love to see you.." his hand pressed against my shoulder. While the other stayed low for a handshake.

"You look just like the devil who owns the only brothel in hell— sophisticated, untouchable, and dangerously seductive." Ghost said. While his two beauties " Vanessa and Harlequin" were behind him.

"I very much knew you’d come, even if I didn’t send an invite." I said.

"Tsk~tsk.. there’s no way I’d miss such a show of you dressed with a crown emblem, the opened shirt, or miss out on what I can see going on down there with your pants." His gaze went down and a soft giggle followed.

I dark grin playing on my lips, "Well I can see you have nothing useful to say." I slowly brushed him aside with my shoulder and walked past.

While I walked through the crowd on each side on the red carpet onto the podium to give my speech.

I rolled up the sleeves to show my corded forearms, and stood under the stage light like a living god of fertility — dark, expensive, and dripping with dangerous charisma.

This is the regalia of a man who sells hope by the load and rules the apocalypse with his dick. Villainous, classy, and unforgettable.

With my announced raw sexual power, when I stepped on, women stared.

"To all the ladies seated here today, and those who are living their daily lives.."

"Looking at where we started and to where we are now, the growth has been significant."

"And I believe I can still reshape our world, and unite those who scavenge from day to day."

"But this cannot be done by me alone, you all play a significant role in assisting me... let’s unite under one patriarch."

Immediately I said that word, it triggered the crowd. Loud sighs echoed around the hall and everywhere just became noisy. A lot clapped and jollied but they were still the radical minority who opposed.

"I Alexander Epstein, have been with you all, through the roughest times of your lives recently."

"And I became a light that shined in your darkness out of my free will, it’s only fair for you all to reach out and grab onto my arm..."

My speech was so captivating, I couldn’t even finish it before the crowd cheered, palms clapping with excitement and reverence.

Tears slowly built up in my eyes, seeing the support and gratitude’s of my accolades coming from all corners of the hall.

I stepped off the podium and one by one, each came to hug me and show their regards.

My beauties came and surrounded me, with bright smiles over their faces.

Meanwhile Alice and Olivia already had a baby bump.

My fucking stepsister was already pregnant with my baby.

The whole place was filled up with everyone’s elated spirits.

The party had shifted from the central suite to the grand ballroom on the floor below. But still had the amazing views looking over to the glowing city of DC newly named after my initials "New Empire city."

And the sound system pumping low, throbbing bass from old-world playlists.

I moved through the crowd like I owned it. Which essentially I did.

The Dance

My long black overcoat was off, draped over a velvet chaise. Leaving me in my fitted red sleeve— rolled up to my elbows.

And those tailored trousers that did nothing to hide the heavy outline of my bulging cock.

My gold chain swayed against my chest as I moved.

The first woman to claim a dance with me seemed familiar, from the scarlet laces she wore that clung to her body.

As the music dropped into a slow dirty rhythm, only then did I really take a minute to make a deep stare at this lady. The pencil lines on her eyes looked like something Amira would do.

"Amira!?" I whispered.

"After a the time we spent, I thought you wouldn’t recognize me without my niqab.." Shy giggles escaped her lips.

"Wow, it really is you. You’re so beautiful and you kept me from seeing you all this while? That’s a criminal offense." I teased her.

she patted my chest as she laughed. Then pressed against me in the middle of the dance floor.

Her hips rolled against mine in sync with the beat. I gripped her waist, pulling her closer until my bulge was grinding against her stomach.

She titled her head back, lips parted.

"You feel even bigger when you’re dressed like this," she murmured, grinding harder.

"Like a fucking predator hiding under that silk, to catch a prey unawares."

I spun her and pulled her back against my chest, as my hands roamed down her sides while my hips kept the slow filthy rhythm.

Others around us danced.

Aubrey appeared next, cutting in with zero apology. Deep down Aubrey still fought with her jealousy.

She wore only her tight crimson corset and a skirt that barely stretched down to her knees.

She cohesively forced me into a dance with her— aggressive and dominant.

She faced me and hooked one leg around my thigh, rolling her hips so her barely covered pussy dragged along my clothed length.

Amira stood there stunned, then I gave her an apologetic look. As she sashayed through the crowd.

"Do you feel that?" She growled near my ear, voice low under the music. "You haven’t look my way ever since, what’s going on?"

My expression suddenly became dark and unwelcoming, then I whispered in her ear.

"Next time when you do something like that again I’m gonna give you a receipt..."

"Do I make myself clear?"

In silence she looked terrified, and gave a frantic nod.

I chuckled darkly, sliding one hand down to squeeze her ass hard enough to make her gasp. "Good girl."

I kissed her lips and walked away from her.

Between dances, I circulated. Elites approached me with their fake smiles like a living commodity and a god at the same time.

A silver-haired councilor named Galenda handed me a glass of vodka and leaned in during a quieter moment at the bar.

"Congratulations Alex,"

"My daughter came with me and she’s a big fan of yours, she’s twenty-two, very much fertile and I want a breeding contract. Name your price." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"What’s your reason for offering me your daughter and money, when you and I haven’t had a good record?"

"I’m just really happy for you, fine if you have issues with me but please just be friendly with my daughter."