Desire Dominion: Every Woman Has A Weakness. He Is Theirs

Dark clouds covering the skies of the Central City parted, revealing the first sight of the crystal sun.

Evaporated air rose while its rays spread through the city’s alleyways, illuminating every shadowy corner.

Wet white oval leaves skittered across the stones while a mild draft swept through the streets.

Debris rolled down from the towers as the leaves floated upward, dancing across them like souls.

Bright purple glows flashed out of the golden tower when the light shone on its windows.

Soft heel clicks and hot gasps echoed near the upper window. Empress Diana walked toward it, leaning over the ledge. ’I’ve missed you, Master.’

Placing her elbows on the window sill, strands of her silver hair flapped on her shoulders while she released a heavy sigh. ’When are you coming?’

Harmonious bird cries rose upward as countless, colorful Prisms hopped into the air. Leaves and feathers fell from them when they flapped their wings, pushing gentle currents downward.

Her emerald eyes shone bright. Placing her palms on her abdomen, she focused on the Prisms flying in the morning sky.

Cloth flaps rustled while a sudden breeze pushed the curtains beside her upward. Strands of her hair danced in the air together with the hems of the thick brown fabric.

A soft breath left her lips, her huge breasts bouncing against each other twice.

A faint chuckle followed when she shifted her gaze to her slightly swollen belly. "I’ll keep him safe and sound, Master."

The long, flowing sleeves of her royal purple robe draped over her thick thighs while she eased her weight off her elbows.

Murmuring and shattering sounds echoed from beneath the golden tower castle. Outside, twenty-nine high-tier noblewomen closed in toward the front of the fortress.

A sweet sunflower scent lingered at their front when they reached the castle’s gate and stopped. "Good day, Princess Isabella."

Strands of black hair swayed and shimmered at Isabella’s side as she stood there with a frown. "What is good about this morning?"

Dust puffed at every step she took descending the small staircase created within its own spiritual barrier.

Her image reflected off the silver combat robes the high-tier noblewomen wore while she walked through them with an inspecting gaze. "What is the conduct of the Central City?"

A loud thud boomed. All twenty-nine high-tier noblewomen slammed their boots hard on the ground, blasting the weak gravel beneath them.

"Protect the high nobles! Serve the Empress and her family!"

Thick veins stood out on their necks as they stiffened themselves, keeping their gazes pointed to the bright crystal sky.

Faint foot taps sounded from Isabella when she stopped in front of the triplets among the high-tier noblewomen. "And what do we do to the unlawful?"

Faint bone cracks lingered in her body while her shoulders rose and stiffened.

Dust swirled up, fogging the entrance of the golden castle as the high-tier noblewomen began slamming their boots hard on the ground while shouting in unison.

"We fight them! Show them the reason we live! And make sure none of their descendants live to hear what happened!"

A wild grin tore across Isabella’s face as she turned, focusing on the single sparkling light in the far distance. ’That’s what will happen to you all, the seven whores.’

The hems of her silver robe swept the ground when she turned, leading the twenty-nine high-tier noblewomen into the golden castle.

Her breathing hitched. Her mind began showing her the faces of Levi’s seven women one after another, excluding that of her own mother, the Empress.

The silver combat robes of the high-tier noblewomen caught the light when they stepped onto the hallway leading to the upper chamber’s dark golden door.

Isabella’s huge ass wobbled as she stopped two feet away from the door. "HALT!"

Chilled pressure waved through the tight formation as the high-tier nobles halted, slamming against the door and causing dust to sprinkle down.

The hair on Isabella’s arms rose on end while she placed her palms on the door’s pulsing surface. With a single release of tension and a slight shift of her arm, the door’s locks gave way.

A massive gust blasted into the chamber, causing every thick brown curtain to sprawl upward as she threw the door open.

Torn sheets rose from the silver floor, drifting along with Isabella’s steps when she moved three steps forward.

Her full chest heaved with every step until she stopped three feet away from the throne. "Mother."

A hot breath flashed out of her mouth, rippling across the ground before her and rustling the silver floor.

Sweet fleshy thighs gleamed while Empress Diana sat calmly on her throne, the upper part of her breasts shimmering like twin suns. "What is it, Isabella?"

Faint dust and sparkling light lingered around Isabella as she crouched down onto one knee, placing her left arm on her right thigh.

Strands of sparkling black hair framed her face as she shifted her gaze from the floor, looking straight into the Empress’s eyes with dread. "I came with the same issue, Mother."

A low rustle of silk echoed when Empress Diana uncrossed her legs. The hems of her royal purple robe brushed against the base of her throne as she stood up. "You haven’t said anything yet..."

Empress Diana’s silver hair waved upward as she walked toward the window.

A faint bone-crackling sound echoed from Isabella while she stood up. ’Why is she always trying to act as if she doesn’t know...’

Releasing a sharp gasp, she moved to the window as well. "I am talking about the whores that once tried destroying this city, following that trash man!"

A faint laugh tore from Isabella when she saw her mother’s shoulders rise. "They should be happy for him being transported into Neverland."

She snapped her head backward, glaring at her fingernails which glittered like silver. "He wouldn’t even have his lungs if not for the Goddess of Lust."

Faint purple glows snaked around Empress Diana’s eyes while she turned slowly, looking straight into Isabella’s in silence.