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It was much like any other day, or was it night? Within my plane of existence it was especially hard to tell due to how it simply floated, separate from every other one of my universes. I watched as the main few, Aderon, Edarel, Treskria, Liveria and another...Tillmont I believe? Yes that one, it is still relatively new, but always existed. Multiple versions of each planet existing within a dome, watching slowly as they all had time past simultaneously.
"Ah...Balor was killed in Aderon, again. Phoenix won in this version, again. Haah, versions 12, 15, 66, 87 and 93 are still the only interesting ones where he failed. Out of 878 different Aderon's...oh no...879, in the new one now. Hmm..."
With a yawn, I looked over the massive book related to Aderon, where it sat ever lifeless, doing nothing at a glance, but knowing full well that it was no doubt busy etching away, writing and creating more pages within the walls of it's cover. Going along, I proceeded to each area, noting Edarel and the countless number of versions it had.
"31,594,743 versions. Ugh...time magic is such a pain. They keep messing around with things and making new timelines. At least most are basically irrelevant. The dominance ones are wiping out the subjugation ones. Hmm...how is Tillmont going?"
I wandered over to the last and current universe, the one wracked with turmoil on an almost daily basis. The mirror to it almost felt empty and devoid of life, disappointingly so. While Edarel had countless versions, always growing and expanding, Tillmont was one that seemed to shrink overtime.
"411 versions. Out of them all...Rinomon succeeded in taking over 405 of them. Scary...then out of those...33 of them have been subjugated or annihilated by magical dominance Edarel worlds. 12 subjugated by Edarel Prime...and 56 dominated and integrated into Aderon. The rest have yet to interact with other worlds. I feel a bit bad for them since they never win. Oh well, their stronger than Liveria at least. Well...past Liveria."
I laughed before continuing on, moving past Treskria and ignoring Liveria, both of which never seemed to interact with the other worlds. Why I was uncertain of, but it did make my job easier. With it though, I yawned again, knowing the books and the master volume would keep things recorded. With nothing out of the ordinary, I left and went about my business, cleaning myself up and resting within my pond for the next few hours, alone as always.
Eventually, after having fallen asleep, I pulled myself out, having failed to notice the sight of anyone else appearing. Turning and walking out of my lakebed, it was then that I would run directly into a massive cock, that immediately pushed me down on the ground.
"Ugh, w-what? It's too early...for this. Please Flore, only do things when I-!!!"
I screamed as I looked up to see a large male with a horse cock towering over my form, staring down at me and eying my cunt, fully erect while being surrounded by six other males, all of whom were garbed in next to nothing, save some very, very light armor that covered basically nothing on their body.
"This? She's the ruler of this macroverse?"
"Kind of a small thing, a women at that. Kind of surprising after visiting the worlds. "
"I know, with how their treated in most of the worlds, I expected it to be a guy...oh well, least she's a mage. Most of them tend to be. Means this'll be easy."
"Looking forward to knocking her up and taking over...damn cute little thing...so weak..."
The seven large males, all of varying species, looked down at me as I tried to pull myself up, only to be immediately pinned down by a fat pair of balls belonging to one of them. Being far to physically weak to simply lift them off thanks to being a resident of Liveria, I watched as they prepared themselves, lining their cocks up and surrounding me with their massive shafts.
As I tried to focus my mind, knowing full well that if they were to kill me, it would mean the end of countless worlds, the sight of so many preparing to rape me caused my mind to wander. Why this always happened was unknown to me, but it did typically make things easier at the very least. At least...they would not simply seek to kill me.
That said, the sheer size of their cocks left me feeling more than a little uncertain, thus did I struggle to free myself, only to turn them on even more, as my weak physical body made it apparent that I was no match for them. I was a defenseless little mage, about to be ravaged and knocked up by seven large, big dicked male warriors. That thought alone began to turn me on more and more, as the one with a tapered shaft began pushing his way into my womb, spreading it open with his tip, and pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside.
I let out a scream, a scream muffled and mixed in with a groan. Their cock was slick, likely from the area it was housed inside, making the entry easy enough, due in no small part to my own heritage of being a priestess from Liveria. Indeed, with my entire life's purpose being exactly the role that I was in now, the return to form left me feeling a strong sense of euphoria. Being surrounded by males, all waiting and ready to knock me up against my will was a return to form I knew I wouldn't miss.
With a push and a pull, he began thrusting in and out of my womb, the tip hitting my cervix and stopping just before. Despite the size, the shape of the shaft made it much easier to handle, finding myself silently thankful that it was the tapered one going first, though it was clear this wasn't the groups first time, as the male with the flared horse cock, clearly being the leader, waited his turn. No doubt not wanting to "ruin" me to quickly.
"Come on now, others of us want to go too you know."
Another one with a tapered cock complained before rubbing his shaft up against my leg, lifting it and using it as a makeshift grind, began threatening to use me in turn, only for the boss to pull the one using me away, as he grunted in frustration.
"Alright, you spread her open enough. You know the rules, even if it's just one, the god is mine. Or in this case, goddess. Heh, hope you're ready, I'm gonna pump you full of children, little mage. How's that magic working out for you?"
His comment left me feeling even more flustered, their actions and lines only serving to make my mind wander further and further away from protecting the worlds I was put in charge of. To be insulted even more, pinned down and bred, taken by mortals far below me and dominated like a weak mage...was all enough to completely cause me to become fully invested in the situation.
"Look, she's even getting turned on. Now I'm starting to see why the worlds are the way they are. Hah, their ruler is a submissive little slut. She's just making all the other women follow what she wants. Selfish little cunt."
The group laughed at how much being dominated and used turned me on, subjugated by such treatment that left most confused and bewildered. They were not wrong to judge me however, as perhaps, my own influence was spread out over the worlds far too much. But what else could I, the one creating the worlds in turn, do?"
With the momentary distraction passed, the leader silenced the group before pushing his fat cock into me as well, the size, shape and ringed sections causing a ripple through my body. The tapered shaft helped a lot in spreading me open, but even with it, the flat headed tip made every last bit of his warm cock to spread out every portion of my body to its maximum limit.
I could not stop myself from moaning like a whore as he pushed his way in, stopping short of the wall, only to find my body all too accustomed to taking sizes far beyond the limits of what I should have been capable of. Thus was the gift bestowed upon me from Liveria, and one that I reveled in more than anything else.
Now unfazed and knowing I was capable of taking the entire length, he wasted no time in pushing his way in even further, stretching my belly out and forcing his way inside. The others, turned on by the sight of the little mage goddess getting raped and dominated so effortlessly, began getting themselves off in turn, rubbing their shafts and dripping cum out all over my form.
As things continued, with myself seemingly attempting to salvage some of my dignity, though in truth, it only made me all the more invested in the situation at hand, I began to protest against the situation, pushing my weak little arms against the fat sack holding me down, while moving my legs a bit.
"I-I...have not l-lost yet. My magic...w-will teach you all...ugh..."
The group laughed at my comment, no doubt understanding exactly what was going on. The blusters and voiced resistance only serving to get me even more aroused from hw pathetic it all was.
"Such a defiant little mage she is. Even when she's already lost."
The comment served to turn me on even more, to whom the group found themselves edging closer to their own release. Many of the surrounding ones found themselves finishing, but the horse cocked leader was still going, thrusting into me with abandon, all while pumping my belly up with cum as even as he continued, cum was being pumped into me, rounding out my belly and impregnating me with whatever offspring he left inside.
"Hah, haha! T-there...mmph, good hole. Keep taking every last drop now, I want you to make a nice host of little ones...!"
Ohh, how the comments only continued to arouse me, how they continued to turn me on. And how each thrust and shot of cum, from him and the group around him, painting me with their seed was something I could not find myself to ever want to see the end of.
However, just as he finished, erupting a massive load into my womb, the grunt as he leaned overtop of me and filled me with his seed, caused me to snap out of my euphoria, and at once...the seven were gone, as I lay alone inside my bed.
"...a dream? Really...?"
I looked around, quiet, silent and solemn, the sound of trickling water from outside being the only sound still heard. Gone were the seven males, their fat dicks, their almost naked forms and their dominating nature looking to rape a mage goddess and make her their brood mother.
With a forlorn sigh, I pulled myself out of bed, looking down towards the floor with a disappointed expression, before finally getting myself up to go do literally anything else to get my mind off the wet dream.
The loneliness that pervaded over the plane was still all encompassing, quiet and still, with no one else around save Floren, a rape plant from my own homeworld of Liveria keeping me company.
"...I...wish someone else were here..."
With that last line, I went back to my day, or...night? As always, hard to tell really. Either way, with a quiet and detached nature, I solemnly returned to my work...