"I don’t have any issues with you Galenda.. I’ve already won." A dark grin playing on my face.

"True... just like a wise philosopher said, if you can’t win over an enemy, stay close to him and figure out how he keeps winning."

"So here she comes." She gestured horridly to her daughter.

Everyone else was still in the moment, vibing and dancing.

I stretched my hand out to her daughter but she went in for a hug. Her face slammed against my chest. She looked elegant but still had this very underage facial characteristic.

"Hi.. I’m Zoe, I know my mom has said a lot already but please do accept I’m a big fan."

I looked at Galenda and her eyes gleamed with lust and calculation.

"Can you please dance with me?" Zoe said and pulled me into a slow dance.

She kept her body pressed tight, cheek against my chest, speaking softly as my hands explored her back.

"I’ve heard rumors about you but I always wanted to see it for myself.." She whispered.

"And I can see those rumors are true." She pressed harder against my length.

I tilted my head slightly to look back at her mom as she stared in awe.

"How old is mom? Zoe."

Zoe paused for a second thinking about why I’d ask her such questions when the focus was meant to be about her.

"She just turned Fifty.. but why are you asking?"

"Because whatever she does tonight will determine if you and I will ever come across each other again.."

"W-What is that?"

"Tell her to come over here." Voice low and dark.

She sashays back to Galenda then whispers to her.

Galenda dropped her glass and looked confused while she came over to me.

"What happened? Zoe didn’t sound impressed." She said.

I tilted her chin up, looking down deep in her eyes. Voice smooth and villainous.

"I can do what you asked for, but you’ll pay for the privilege."

"Yes.. I already agreed, money isn’t a problem." She said.

"No.. No... I don’t think i passed my message clearly enough."

"Get on your knees right here and suck me while we dance."

"Then I’ll bend you over that table and pump you so full it’ll run down your legs for the rest of the night."

Her pupils dilated. She stole a quick glance at her daughter with a stunned expression. Then slowly glanced around.

"Are you serious? How could you want me to do such in front of my daughter and publicly."

"Publicly! I hope you’re aware I saw you at Ghost’s private party and it’s definitely not this persona you’re wearing.."

"I’m sure you’re daughter will be proud enough to follow the footsteps of her queer mom."

"Are you willing to do this for your daughter or for me?"

"Never. My baby girl comes first." She voiced out arrogantly. Then turned around to leave. Taking one step forward, she paused and gazed at Zoe’s pitiful face.

She turned back and sank down gracefully in the middle of the dance floor.

Unzipped me. My cock sprang free like an unleashed demon’s whip. "Good lord.." she muttered under her breath.

She took me into her mouth while the music pulsed. Several people stopped to watch the classy, powerful woman worshiping The Patriarch in public.

Zoe’s mouth remained open in shock as she saw her mother being a cock slave. something she never imagined her bossy independent mother to do. Her eyes became teary but all she could do was watch.

At the same she was mortified seeing my monstrosity.

Her both hands fisted the base of my shaft, mouth bobbing against my cock eagerly.

Wet guttural sounds escaping her throat with each plunge.

I smirked, sliding my fingers through her hair, guests pulled out their phones and videoed.

"Mmm-hum-mm-mm...Wuh-uh~! Umm-uff-umm."

She wanted to speak but my cock muffled her words.

She was felt bad and humiliated but couldn’t understand why she still continued sucking with enthusiasm.

’Fuck... it’s so big. I thought I didn’t need this but I’m sorry Zoe, mommy gets a little greedy sometimes.’

The blow job turned sloppy in minutes, thick saliva bubbled out at the little opened sides of her mouth.

She sucked me with practiced hunger while everyone watched and murmured.

Her technique was elite— slow, deep, swirling tongue. When I warned her, she pulled back and aimed for the first thick ropes across her tits and tongue.

I grabbed her up with her hair, leaving my throbbing cock glistening with her saliva.

I zipped my cock back in, and said. "Don’t lie to yourself, you didn’t do this because of your daughter. But I commend your obedience, so whenever you want with the right amount, you can hit me up about Zoe."

"Enjoy the night." I said with a sly grin.

From her lips, down to her chin, leaking her saliva and cum onto her cleavage.

She swallowed and the crowd applauded like it was theater.

Zoe walked up to her mother and scooped a finger through a spilled drop on her moms cleavage and licked it like it was caviar.

"Wow" I know Galenda is crazy but I kinda expected it from Zoe.

Premium chaos

The party night blurred between dances and conversations — filthy negotiations, power plays wrapped in seduction, women whispering their deepest breeding fantasies while my body moved against theirs.

Every dance ended with another woman wet and desperate. Every conversation with another deal or future booking with even more insane payments attached to it.

In a year plus if I did my calculations right, I’d be averaging over hundreds of billions.

After the formalities, the crowd’s mental restraints dissolved.

They’d cleared a central area with a large reinforced bed draped in dark red sheets.

Spotlights from the stage equipment lit it like a stage.

I laid naked on the bed like a prize stud.

My followers requested me to point out who I’d first want to open the show with.

My eyes darted around, every one below stared in anticipation, hoping they’ll be first.

But I wanted to do something more deliberately and spiteful.

"Where’s Vanessa!" I raised my voice.

The crowd murmured.

"A pair of the Mayhem sisters!"

Vanessa White— a tattooed beauty, claimed my first premium service of the night.

The crowd parted a walkway for her as she continued her steps.

She climbed up then bent over the bed, dress hiked up, no panties.

I fucked her hard from behind while Ghost watched. Every deep thrust made her moan loud enough for the whole room to hear.

When I buried my cock and filled her pussy. She came shaking, then turned and kissed me sloppily before whispering, "Can you call my sister as well?"

I requested for Harlequin and she came out

(The Mayhem sisters of the redline) rode my cock together— one on my cock and the other grinding my face while they made out.

I turned Harlequin into a missionary. Her pussy lips flushed pink on the surface, legs over my shoulders, pounding until I unloaded with a groan.

All she could do was painfully laugh and happily cry when she felt me pulsing against her cervix.

The party immediately turned into an orgy.

Amira showed up halfway through, grinning like a wolf because of how Aubrey behaved.

She pushed through the crowd, stripped, and claimed me for a loud, aggressive round in the middle of the floor.

She rode me in a reverse cowgirl so everyone could watch my cock disappear into her pussy. And her juices leaked out with every bounce.

When I filled her again, she squirted across the floor to wild cheers.

I lost count after the eight or ninth load. Sweaty pheromones, cum, And expensive perfumes filled the air.

At a point seven women were on the bed with me at once— one riding me, one sitting on my face, while four more fetishized my feet licking and sucking my feet, they savored with delight.

And the last licking wherever she could reach.

I came so many times my balls started to ache, but my cock stayed hard throbbing with anger.

I went back and forth between them, fucking each for a few minutes before I switching, until all begged.

I unloaded into a blonde, then.. still spurting. I pulled out then pushed into the brunette to finish the last pulses deep inside her.

At that point I couldn’t even keep a record of her how much women I had fucked in the last eight months up till now and I was averaging around thirty thousand bodies.

I’ve literally fucked half of the ruling class of New Empire. And there was still more line of elite women waiting for their turn on the red-sheeted bed.

This was my kingdom now, not by force of arm, but by the sheer, undeniable power of the impact I had over every life.

The day was still dark. I had fucked over eight hundred women in one night.

I looked back at the mess of naked bodies, spilled champagne, and satisfied elites sprawled across the suite.

I got out of bed, strolling through the bodies that laid on the floor until I reached the balcony to take in some fresh air after a memorable night.

I slid the glass door open and as I stepped in, to my right standing— was Ghost.