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\- I can't betray the king, even if I wanted to. – Petra said.

\- Well, I recorded it, I brought the dust, like remains. - In which the woman said.

So, to look, the guards and soldiers arrived, the dead were coming in and unloading the merchandise, on their floating platforms.

Even if she were to start, looking around, being led by the war priestesses, across the floating bridges, towards the palace that was far from the landing center, to which they saw those who were left with what they killed.

The religion was commanded by the high priest and king Chronos, he spread, expanded and recruited thousands of races across the multiverse.

\- King Chronos wants you to study the life of Senor Duval, take care to first place him in the period, and know how to ask correctly. - The priestess said, accompanying the woman.

So, that was when he would have been born in the midst of the great darkness between the dimensional planes of the under verse.

Even if it was, by the fiftieth millennium and seventy-seventh millennium of the ancient emperor his original name, who when alive was in search of immortality, his former name was that of the emperor the padishah, BijornRagnar IV.

In which anyone, whoever they are, always takes extra special care not to have him as their enemy, he was a destructive beast, he had no rivals or enemies, they were either killed or they were his slaves.

When he put Senor Duval in his rightful place: the planet Richter Kaiser, and don't be fooled by the fact that he, at that time, when they were born in Küster and there, when he lived his first fifteen thousand years, even though Richter Kaiser, the planet known as Daar, will always be his place.

Even if everyone read and informed themselves, they were still willing to read what was written in Senor Duval's Manual", by Princess Hahn, the first to reign in the dead world, even though she returned to talk about monsters and beings that roamed the desolate worlds, until she was devoured by her first king, the current and former priest of the kingdom, took her kingdom for herself, expanding and prospering it.

In his kingdom of thousands of years, even if he did everything he could to other races, his own race or his subjects, they never went hungry or suffered any need.

Say what you will of him, a despot, or even a tyrant, but there is neither famine nor plague in his kingdoms.

He commands satraps, they are at his disposal, they are his orders.

Even though the week before, with the departure for Richter Kaiser, when the hustle and bustle of the final preparations

In the middle of a festival, when it reached an almost unbearable furore, even an old woman came to visit the mother of young Petra, according to the scientists' stories, she was the first to undergo the experiments, and she only survived until she became a dry corpse, when Petra herself was born, a baby that sucked the vital energy, so not even her mother would survive.

As far back as she can remember, when she first started having sexual activities, she had sex with some scientists, who died during the process, which even led to stun guns or other electric weapons being used to contain her.

Preparations for major festivals and cultural celebrations across the multiverse.

Thanks to her healing factor, she had no marks, but they discovered that she could not regenerate some parts of her body, as long as they existed, she could not create them again, it was like tentacles that searched for them and took them back into her body.

The only ones who had some resistance were those infertile and sterilized women who did not give in to their pheromones, one of them created her.

Even so, one day she seduced one of them, and with that she had sex with a scientist, discovered the whereabouts of the person who idealized her, and so, fleeing in a ship, she invaded the castle, using her pheromones, that king wearing armor all over his body, she never expected that he was equal or worse than her.

When the man pretended to surrender to her charms, when they had sex, she would stab him, but he tore out her heart, thus beginning her life as his mercenary and slave.

That was a warm night at Küster Castle, where the ancient stones served as home to a sex ceremony they had undergone.

The priestesses came there to observe and witness the mating process.

Petra was taken to the king's chambers, after a thousand years of servitude, she would be nothing more than the one chosen by the dead king as the one who would be his consort, however , she herself did not know if it was because he found her a great specimen, if the experiments they practiced were what he was looking for, or because she was the only one not to be part of the pile of dried corpses after sex or the dust that remained from those sex sessions.

The man sucked out energy and life as he had sex.

Until that moment, she was his only human who passed the experiments and managed to have sex with him, and go around as his agent, in addition to being able to suck life like a succubus.

The other 1 million humans were descendants of fugitives who were spread across the galaxy, where they were hunted, and the number decreased until reaching 10 thousand scattered humans who had to flee so as not to be experimented on or the women would turn into dried corpses.

She hunted them herself, brought many women, who over the years were simply sucked to the point of turning into dust, her thought was before them than me.

He was part of an ancient family of a race of galactic emperors, called Lehmann Fuchs. For twenty-six generations, they had exuded that sensation of cold sweat in which they feared their power and their influence throughout the universe.

When they used to acquire so much that just before the time turned, she was always praised, like now.

At that hour, she was taken to her chambers, the undead and muscular king, handsome and gallant.

In which that opulent and exquisite environment was beautiful and majestic, with ornaments and inscriptions, magic circles,

\- Oh, my dear, come here. – He said.

She walked over to him, the man took off his mask, stood up, pulled her onto his lap, with her legs wrapped around his waist, then hugged her, with that, he kissed her, his touch and his lips, the king had a grip, it was beautiful, with a sweet taste.

\- You are mine. – It was when the king had a warm body for a dead man, one hand embraced her, while the other took her heart from a box, showing it as part of a trophy.

He had a touch, the taste of his lips was deceiving, he could seduce whoever he wanted, what a shame he would have nothing and no one but me, she thought, how amazing it would be to have someone else to fuck them, at the same time, a dream never fulfilled.

After minutes of air being sucked from your lungs, licking your lips, your tongue in your mouth, sucking, licking and passing over every bit.

She was the one who surrendered.