Roughly 1,400 years since the appearance of the Demon...

It was done. A new age was emerging in the world. She watched as the small embryo grew, absorbing the essence surrounding it like a magical yolk. The first sorceresses would be born in a few months. She stepped away from the large vial with the growing being inside. The vial was in a small orb shaped room, magic infused runes densely covering the inside walls. She was so tired, but it was finished. Now she just had to protect it. That should be easy enough, no one knew where she was. She had been hidden here for so long, and she wasn't going to risk anything by going out now. She would be a mother hen on her nest, waiting for her eggs to hatch. There were 10 little eggs, and she hoped it would be enough. A new race to destroy the old beast. Daughters of her mind and of her womb.

 This would be the start of a revolution in a world filled with pain and loss. Her world had long ago been conquered by a massive demon, something not from her world. The beast didn't communicate with humans, it just controlled them. No one was sure where or when it had come from, but it set about quickly overpowering any resistance, and enslaved any kind of  life form capable of labor. It was after something, something lost here. The beast itself would often dig franticly in search for that thing, for years at a time. It was like it could smell it, but couldn't pinpoint it.

  Entire kingdoms were put to work in deep mines. If the slaves reached a certain age alive, they graduated to breeding more humans for a time. The beast wanted the strongest laborers possible. If they survived that, they were put to work creating sustenance for the diggers, or eventually becoming sustenance themselves. They called it gruel, but it was worse than that. She hadn't ever thought of it as real food.  Many had never experienced anything else, so it seemed to them as normal. She knew better. She was old enough to know. She remembered fruit and bread. Barely. The gruel was made from anything the beast didn't like to eat. Dead things, rotten things, and the shit from the beast itself, in an endless cycle.

    Time ticked away as she rested and waited. She would just sit there for days, watching the embryo grow, slipping in and out of consciousness. She spent much time wallowing in her memories. She had perfect recollection, so it was almost like reliving the past. She saw the essence in the vial and remembered that first discovery. Humans had always possessed a bit of magic, but it wasn't until untold millions of dead humans were being mashed into demon shit and churned into gruel for ages that they discovered essence and the refinement process. The beast was not concerned with human magic, so they had some success in their new science. 

 Her guild had set deep plans in motion during one of the beasts digging rampages. When it was distracted, it lost total control of its slaves for a time. They sequestered her with lakes of "gruel" deep underground, and left her to refine it all as much as she could. Refinement seemed to have no limit, but they had already gained enough power that they thought they had a chance, so off they went to save the world. They couldn't risk waiting for the beast to take control again. It had been enough to at least cause the beast pain, but once that failed attack was over, the beast had made a point to eliminate magic whenever it manifested, no matter how weak. They all perished, and any human with a whiff of magic went into the gruel pits. But, the beast was not omniscient and couldn't be everywhere at once, so she had been safe, buried in her burrow since the day all her friends died. 

  She was the last of humanity's defenders, stuffed away in a hole. A single human was very unlikely to be troubled by the beast, and she was out of its range. Many had sacrificed themselves to grant her long life and this opportunity. She was chosen for her intellect, sanity, and strong determination to stay alive. She was tasked with refining the gruel into essence and to devise a way to defeat the beast. "As long as it takes", they had said. It took a long time. She wasn't really even sure how long. Sometimes she forgot there was a sun, moons, trees, fresh air, but now it was done, and she would soon see those things again. Just a few years more. Maybe everything was dead out there already. Maybe the beast found what it was looking for and left long ago. Maybe she was lost in madness and no beast ever existed.

 She had worked for ages until those lakes of gruel were mostly in those 10 vials, condensed to a glowing violet essence. She had taken a small bit for herself, and now was far more powerful than any human that had ever existed. She was able to manipulate space and matter, change it even, where the prior human peak of power was just able to move some things around with some force. They had made some rudimentary spells and weapons, but nothing that worked against the demon.

 She didn't know if she had a chance against the beast now, but that wasn't her job anyway. She was supposed to survive and find a way to fight it, not fight it herself, and she did find a way. She made a new human, if you could call it that. A being capable of refinement on it's own. Capable of replication with normal humans. Capable of immense power and strength. She actually wasn't even sure how far they could go. The ability to refine essence between them was the core trait, and that meant practically unlimited growth. 

70 years later... 

They stood on the head of the beast. Ten sisters, with not a scratch on them. It didn't seem to them now to be a task worthy of adoration from the cheering throngs of human slaves. The beast was practically already dead when they arrived. Apparently, whatever it was looking for was necessary for its survival, and it had never found it. It grew weaker and weaker, and when those ten sisters walked into the sun and poured their power into the beast, it died in seconds. They could see their mother collapsed in shock, hands on the ground behind her, dumbfounded at the ease of their success. Their plans had been elaborate, their training intense for many years. They had redundant strategies, layer upon layer of intricate attack patterns, group attacks on possible weak points. In the end, it likely would have only taken one of them to easily defeat it even if it were at full power.

  Now they were free. They celebrated their victory and then set about restoring the world as their mother saw fit. They subjugated when needed, they built, they slaughtered, and they fucked. They were designed to breed so they would always have enough of them to fight the beast. Even though it turned out to be unnecessary, it was what they were made to do. They probably hadn't even been told of all the redundancies and tricks their mother had devised and designed into their bodies over the hundreds of years of her planning. Humanity, led by this new race, entered a golden age of peace for thousands of years, ruled by the Mother and the Ten Sisters. But then mother died. No one was sure how or why. They assume she had infinite health and life as they did, even if it wasn't full immortality.

  The circumstances of her death were suspicious enough, only a husk remained, and soon the sisters broke into factions and the empire fragmented. After some millennia, the ones who remained were not even sure their other sisters were still alive. There were five dead at least, and whoever was left alive disappeared behind the scenes. Their progeny ruled, perhaps still controlled by their shadowy matriarchs. Humans faded into the background, when they weren't being enslaved or abused. Sorceresses were the new rulers of the world. Lucky for humans, Mother had designed sorceresses to require human females to breed. This meant sorceresses needed to keep humans around. They even needed the human males to breed more females.

958 Years after the last sighting of a Sister...

   Empress Vaerys IV quietly peeled the earth from above her and leapt into the sprawling slaver city. Right in the middle. Her unusually tall frame shocked the guards and sorceresses from their celebrations. They were enjoying the fruits of their latest conquest. Thousands of human women were being abused all around the Empress. She immediately wrenched all the human filth out of their massive orgy and rolled their bodies into a massive fleshy ball above her head, creating a bloody rain storm. Thunder followed as she broke thru the dozens of weaker sorceresses' defenses and tore them apart inside their own wards. The ten or so capable sorceresses that remained had mixed reactions. Some choose to stand before her. At least half chose to run, which quickly eroded the courage of the braver ones. In seconds, there was only one who remained. One who knew personally that running was futile.

"Hello Vaerys", Ophelia sighed shoulders drooping.

"Why?", Vaerys asked as she lifted Ophelia into the air, stretching out her limbs to the limit.

"Not all of us are like you, Vaerys. Some of us have needs and", Ophelia's own screams cut her off as one of her arms popped off. She tried to regrow the limb, but Vaeyrs incinerated the stump and turned it to a glassy lump.

  Vaerys spoke softly once the screams had subsided somewhat. "For the sake of our friendship, I will spare you the standard punishment."

   Ophelia's head distended as her new and more piercing shrieks filled the air, first coming from her mouth as her cock was stretched, shredded, and tossed aside, and then from the side of her neck as her head was torn off and exploded in the air above her body. The death shrieks cut away as her body went limp and dropped to the ground. Vaerys stepped around the lifeless twitching wretch and moved toward the largest tower in a blink. The sorceresses who ran could be seen rising in the air at a distance, writhing in pain as they were slowly skinned, burned alive, and worse. The standard punishment was delivered.

   Vaerys reached the top of the tower in seconds, just in time to interrupt a massive rune cast aiming to destroy the entire city. "Not this time", Vaerys said as she diffused the rune with a wave of her hand. A very tall and beautiful sorceress rose to stand before her defiantly. 

   The sorceress grinned evilly, betraying her beautiful face. "Ah, you learned your lesson." She drew a long silvery sword and held it up. "Swords or cocks?" she asked as she parted her dress to reveal a monstrously huge penis to rival Vaerys. 

  "Cocks of course", Vaerys said. Sarene dropped her sword and her dress, her luscious form fully revealed. "As you can see", she said in a sneering tone, "I've spent my gains wisely". Vaerys removed her weapon and armor and laid them aside. "Gains?", Vaerys raised an eyebrow as she turned to face Sarene, fully naked. She walked forward and grasped one of Sarene's breasts as she weighed it against one of her own. "Gains? It looks like you might not have slain enough innocent mothers yet, are you sure you want to do this?"

  Sarene visibly gulped at the sight of the Empress bare before her. She had seen it before, but she had a look on her face like she thought she might have overestimated her progress in their time apart. She steeled her gaze. "It's far better than the standard punishment, no matter the result. We'll abide by the rules, and we'll see who takes all". She pulled out a dueling coin. "Drain or be drained", she said as she tossed it in the air. She caught it and smiled. "Looks like I go first". Vaerys shrugged, and Sarene gulped again. Vaerys had a secret.

A duel between sorceresses was a sight to behold, but they were alone on the tower. The rules were, whoever wins the coin flip decides the order and chooses their strongest position. Fuck or be fucked. Hardly anyone is confident enough in their capacity to choose to fuck on the toss, so the winner almost always chooses to be fucked first. "There is no rule that says I must be gentle", Vaerys reminded Sarene. "Don't insult me", Sarene said. She bent over a nearby alter and wiggled her ass, "Let's do this".

Vaerys stepped behind her, grabbed her throat from behind, and forced her to turn and look her in the eye. "You know I loved you once?", Vaerys said quietly. Sarene went thru a series of expressions. For a moment, she looked like she remembered a time when the sun was on her face, but it was quickly followed by expressions tinged with jealousy and anger, then hate and disgust. She spit venomously in the empress's face. "If you think you'll win this, you're the fool you always were", she hissed, "I've consumed cities and mountains preparing for this, and I'll consume you too". 

 Vaerys slowly forced her cock into Sarene's desperately accommodating cunt and Sarene's venomous gaze melted slightly with warm lust. She let out a slow and deep grunt as that massive cock slid in all the way. Then she yelped as it slid in even farther than she expected. Vaerys tightened her grip and threw in one quick thrust, slapping her hips loudly into Sarene's ass. "It's too late for you", Vaerys growled low, "Your power is mine already". Sarene didn't hear her over the rampaging orgasm wracking her body, with only her own loud moaning filled her ears.

WIP, more to come. Just wanted to try and get some back story on here.

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