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unknown planet

— The decision was voted unanimously, sir.

"Well, it does cause some complications, but nothing that can't be resolved," the man said before fading the image projected in front of him. He was nervous by nature, his fingers twirling balls inside which a luminous liquid moved rhythmically, and each time the balls touched, a melodious sound emanated from them.

He gazed distractedly at the mountains rising all around him. He had chosen to embed his home in the rock hoping that the immortality of the landscape would allow him to age more slowly. He was no more than thirty years old and his ebony muscles suggested that age had no hold on him.

"Impossible to have fun with these hermits," he said softly.

He had planned to make the end of the Earth a grand spectacle. He was going to have to find something else to pass the time.

"Is it true? Did the priests decide to release them? cried a voice that was far too high-pitched so early in the morning.

"Shut your mouth, slave, let me think," he said before sighing. He wasn't paying attention to the lowered head of one of his mistresses. beauty and especially for her stubbornness. But she was really starting to annoy him. The priests agreed to release the descendants. And now my whole program is worth less than the worst koeldri in RC116, Sinjin. The RC would have done better of all the exterminate.

"Can't you talk to the RC, Jonah usually listens to you," the woman said, still gazing obediently at the floor.

" Jonah is far too busy watching the other members. And you know that the decisions of the Brotherhood serve as a veto. No, there must be another way to make some money, he said before walking towards his slave.

His finger traveled slowly from her cheek to her mouth.

Get undressed and go to the bedroom, he ordered her nonchalantly.

His eyes observed her graceful movements of the woman, as she sensually undid the dress which did not hide much of her charms. She was aware of the desire she inspired in him. He knew this dance well and he knew that he would soon join her in bed. But first he had to find a solution to his little problem.

He had planned to broadcast this explosion throughout the RC, billions of people would have attended the event and he would have had the exclusive. But these hermits had upset all his plans. He hated those monks who thought themselves superior to the rest of the world and lived in the most complete opulence when they didn't deserve it, with the chance to live longer than the others. He hated them even more for that. Them and their impossible to complete test.

Eglon's black eyes widened slowly then and a smile began to form on his lips.

What a wonderful idea!

If it worked…, the laughter that escaped her throat at the thought echoed through her chambers. Sinjin lying on the bed shivered hearing that sound.

He had to act fast and organize everything. But first, he had another priority. Still lost in thought, he headed for the bedroom.

The languid gaze on him sharpened his desire. Sinjin was just a slave, but she wasn't his mistress for nothing. She was skilled at manipulating men and getting what she wanted from them, she knew that to survive, charms were not enough, she had to arouse curiosity, need. This is why she had many acquaintances implanted in her from the age of 14, when she was about to be sold to her first master. She had been raised in a brothel. Her mother had knowingly left her outside their door. Not in front of a temple or even in front of the house of a burying man, those filthy beings who, when they found a child dead or alive, buried it immediately, but in front of a place dedicated to delivering it to the appetites of men. She had to do everything to survive and if she was ever to be free, then she would be the best at what she did, and no, one of her pleasure slaves that we saw returning to the brothel, her head lowered, disfigured by their master, a sign of the end of their service and especially of their life.

For this, Sinjin had become an expert in carnal pleasures, an artist of seduction. She knew how to stir up the desire of men, to play on their weakness. She gave them what they wanted, and when they found her, they were forced to come back, to get more from her. She was educated in literature, the arts, politics, science and law. So many subjects that had allowed her to stand out from her peers whose setbacks she had seen. She had managed to get her last master, who had suffered a reversal of fortune, to sell her to Eglon. He was the emperor of the media in the Confederacy and only had to start a rumor for the economy of a province to collapse. He was her most complex prey and gave her little importance, while those previous masters considered her their most precious possession.

All of this, Eglon knew, made Sinjin a dangerous, but useful woman. She was his ears and eyes where he couldn't go. Eglon was now concentrating on the undulations of the body riding him. In the room, only Sinjin's moans recalled the passion that animated the scene.

"Jonah obeys the high priests and will never challenge their decision, he said. But I don't need him to change his mind, I just want to take advantage of this situation. But you know Jonah isn't it? He has a small weakness that I can exploit. This desire that I have always denied him, he said, watching ecstasy fill Sinjin's eyes.

So persuade him Sinjin, persuade him to give me control of this little game and let the party begin" he said before taking her by the hips abruptly.

With a snap of his fingers, the bed then fixed to the ground began to rise a few meters, and as his pleasure culminated, he took one last look at the snow-capped peaks of the icy planet before leaning on others. delights.