#warcury

• To become the object of desire for not one, but five men was already extraordinary. For the men to not be just anyone, but the five Elders was unfathomable. At least it had been until you found yourself stripped bare of your clothing, blindfolded and gagged, kneeling on the cold hard floor of the Room of Authority where the men who ruled the world gazed upon their newest possession.

You heard their voices, how they discussed their ownership over you, how you’d have all of them as your masters-

"The girl will be shared between us equally for relief and pleasure, we may use her as we see fit, but she must not be broken under any circumstances," one of them explained, you heard the sound of a cane hitting the floor in agreement.

"Humans are fragile, they may break by accident," another man argued, suddenly you felt a hand cup your chin. "Isn’t that so, little one?"

Entranced and frozen in fear at the same time, you could only nod silently and pray that these men who possessed the power to decide over life and death would spare you.

"It is decided then. She will belong to us for the rest of her mortal life," a slightly younger voice said.

The blindfold was lifted and for the first time you looked into the eyes of the men who would become your whole world. All knowing, all seeing, all controlling. They were separate people, yet one could speak for all. A hivemind.

• The Elders had given you an entire wing inside the castle including servants and slaves who fulfilled your every wish despite your lower status. By all means, you were human, but the men had lifted you above that, you were a Gods' bride now. As such, you were forbidden from raising a hand in any chore or risking your purity and dignity by leaving the castle.

It was a golden cage, a beautifully decorated and big one, but a cage nonetheless.

• During their meetings, the Elders invited you to sit with them on their set of green cushioned sofas. While they nonchalantly spoke about the destruction of islands, the genocide of people and combating the revolution, you had to perform various tasks for them.

You sat in their laps, they took turns holding you and in return you slowly rolled your hips to keep them entertained and satisfied. Despite their high age all five of them had an insatiable sexual appetite, they could never get enough of groping your tits and playing with your pussy in every way they could.

"I believe you’ve had enough of her, pass the girl over," Mars hissed, interrupting the current meeting.

"Be patient, I was only getting started," Ju Peter snapped back at him as he placed your nipples between his fingers and pinched them harshly. You flinched and he pulled on your hair like reins as punishment. "Besides, our pet doesn’t need to be coddled by you, she requires some discipline."

"You know little of that," Saturn chimed in, "If I'm not mistaken, it is you who let’s her speak and voice her mind when all she must do is obey and serve."

"At least present her in a way we may all look upon her beauty," Nusjuro calmly suggested and Ju Peter relented, turning you around in his lap so you were facing the room.

Immediately you felt their eyes piercing through your naked flesh. It was humiliating to always be naked while your masters were dressed in their finest suits and ties, but they never tired of reminding you that you were not allowed to feel shame in their presence. So you didn’t cover your breasts when they stared at them, nor did you hide your cunt, it all belonged to them.

"Pet?" Ju Peter growled right into your ear and you shivered badly in his hold. "Sing for us."

The older man cupped your breasts from behind, hot purple and black flames burned on his palms, before you could process what was happening, your screams echoed through the room and your agony served as entertainment for the nobles.

"The prettiest songbird," Ju Peter hummed and the other Elders agreed in unison.

• Although the men frequently fought over you, what they enjoyed most was to share you all at the same time.

You were lying upon the softest bed in all of the holy land with your legs spread wide and all your holes stuffed and abused. They moved and played with you like a doll on strings, each of their touches only feigned gentleness before your mortal flesh was bruised, burned and beaten. It was a blessing, they said, a signature of their devotion to you.

Your pained groans turned into soft whines as your body adjusted to all five of them using you for pleasure.

Ju Peter was buried deep inside your pussy, not only was he inhumanly tall, his cock was fat enough to make you bleed after the first thrust. Your cunt never adjusted to his size, but you learned to endure.

"What a waste you were born to be livestock," he commented as he sunk his cock into your womb.

Mars was choking you with his dick, it was only smaller by an inch, still too big to be comfortable, your jaws ached as you licked over his shaft and prayed for him to cum soon.

"Isn’t she the most precious? It matters not that she's beneath us," he said and caressed your tear stricken face gently.

Saturn and Warcury kneeled at your sides so you could jerk them off at the same time, you weren’t allowed to ever stop or slow down, no matter how exhausting it became to satisfy them all at once.

"The most precious indeed," Saturn agreed, "Perhaps not obedient enough."

"We spoil her far too much," Warcury chimed in, adjusting your grip on his cock impatiently.

Right underneath you lay Nusjuro to claim your other hole, after wearing a thick plug for days it was stretched wide enough for him to comfortably slide in and warm his cock. You were fortunate he wasn’t in his hybrid form tonight, you still had nightmares about the time he had pinned you under his centaur body and fucked your pussy bloody.

He did not speak up, preferring to keep his peace and quiet and let the other men discuss if you deserved to be spoiled or beaten more.

By the end of the night every muscles inside your body ached and every inch of your skin was marked with bruises and their cum, it was impossible to tell who it belonged to.

• Outside of the bedroom, the Elders spared no effort to present their pet to the rest of Maria Geoise as the most beautiful and stunning woman in all of the holy land. You were a goddess amongst gods, everywhere you went, you needed to be the fairest lady in the room.

Tightly laced corsets squeezed your waist underneath opulent ball gowns shimmering in gold or silver, they were decorated with the gem stones of dozens of kingdoms who had been burned down by the Celestials centuries ago. Every piece you were forced to wear symbolized their power, over not only the world, but you.

Even the ladies of the court who loved nothing more than to gossip and whisper were too afraid of the Elders' wrath to speak badly of you. They bowed before you, although reluctantly, but each time these nobles submitted, you felt a short rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

• Whenever the Elders spoke with the being they only referred to as the 'Great One' you were blindfolded so you could not see, but only hear their Lord. You felt the temperature in the room drop, you shivered and pressed your naked body closer to the chest of the Elder whose lap you’re sitting in. Whoever this powerful being was, you were afraid of them, enough to seek comfort and protection in the arms of the demons who treated you like a mere pet.

One time the Lord had scratched your head like one might do with a stray cat, you would never forget how their long finger nails felt upon your scalp.

"Precious," the being praised you in its distorted voice.

• No one in their right mind would ever lay hands on the Elders' precious flower, but should any man ever have been foolish enough to try, they were crucified and burned alive for all of the Celestial Dragons to watch.

"Hm, death is still too soft of a punishment for these vermin," Saturn said, the light of the flames reflecting in his dark pupils as he watched the corpse of the fool who had approached you burn.

• Every hour of your day was strictly planned out for you, allowing not a moment of privacy or quiet thought. You were only truly free in your dreams, and even then- the demons who had trapped you here haunted your subconscious. Not even your soul belonged to you anymore, dark markings covered your body and burned at a touch.

"We can not let anyone harm you," Mars told you as your eyes were filled with tears, enduring the pain of the marking ceremony so the power of their Lord would keep you from ever being hurt. "You’re the only treasure from the underworld worth keeping."

"Everything but you will be destroyed," Saturn added, his fingers dancing over your exposed back as you were lying on the altar in the middle of a pentagram. "You will join us in the new world."

You wanted to scream, but there was no one here to hear your voice who'd ever dream of saving you.

"She's uncomfortable," Nusjuro noted, brushing over the curve of your ass. "We should ease her fear while the mark grows."

No matter how badly you squirmed in the chains tying you to the altar, there was no escape. You tried to bite their hands, but one harsh slap across the face was enough to make you stay still as the Elders split your body between them like pieces of meat.

• At dinner the slaves laid your body out on the table between all the food. Luckily you were not another dish to be served, though you often wished for everything to end. You wore golden chains hanging from your nipples, it was the only clothing you were allowed to wear.

The servants arranged exotic pieces of fruit on your skin, you quietly watched as you were used as a platter. The fruit slices felt sticky, you wished to take them off but the punishment wasn’t worth the small moment of relief.

The Elders arrived, as they passed by you, they all ignored you, not even a slight glance was spared at your body.

The men ate everything around you and you wondered if they had finally grown tired of owning you, perhaps they had found another human to control and break. As you planned out your freedom, you didn’t realize the Elders had fallen silent and stared at you from every corner of the table.

"Did you think we’ve forgotten all about you, pet?" One of them scoffed and the others chuckled ominously. "Foolish child."

The Elders rose from their seats and stood around you, towering about you with a deeply rooted hunger in their eyes. One that neither your flesh nor the fruits could satisfy, it was an endless void your blood poured into each time they feasted on you. Saint Ju Peter picked up a slice of dragon fruit from your chest, he looked at it closely before pressing it against your lips. You parted them and chewed on it - these weren’t normal fruits, no, they had been laced with something strange.

Your body felt like it was floating by the time they had fed you all the fruits. Their voices were nothing more than distant echoes now -

You were nearly unconscious as the five Elders flipped your body over and began to fuck your limp flesh, each of them took his sweet time filling you up with their cum before it was the next man's turn who added his load until your womb was overflowing and your hole dripping. Weakened by the poison you didn’t even try to kick them, you had been reduced to a mindless doll, one which these Gods claimed to love, but how could ever love them back when all they did was to hurt you?

When you returned to your body, you were lying trapped between all of them, each Elder had a hand resting on a part of your body, squeezing or massaging it, with an unusual tenderness.

"Did you enjoy dinner, little human?"

• Should you ever fall pregnant from the Elders, they will not ask whose child it is, but agree that it belongs to them all equally.

"Our great Lord has blessed our pet with a child, we should be grateful," Nusjuro said, caressing your pregnant belly as the other Elders stared at you.

"Will the child be a Saint?" Warcury questioned.

"Naturally, how could our precious ever birth something less than holy? She will bear many more for us," Ju Peter explained, standing up so he could stroke through your hair. If he saw the bleak emptiness in your eyes, he chose not to comment on it.

You looked down at yourself, your will was broken and your body carried their child, there was no point in fighting anymore, this was it.

For the first time, you smiled at them and you saw their eyes widen.

You caressed your belly and happily leaned back against Saint Nusjuro's chest, it felt warm and welcoming, why did you ever try to deny how wonderful this arrangement could be?

"See, our pet is overjoyed too," Mars noted and stroked his beard.

"Then we'll bless her with another child when this one is born," Ju Peter decided.

"It's only natural for her to desire our offspring," Saturn mused.

You simply nodded along and spread your legs, hoping the Elders would come and make you forget about the life you had lived before falling into their hands. If you forgot who you were, maybe it'd be easier to accept who you are now.

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• Not only do the Elders sleep together, they also have breakfast together. The other meals depend on their schedules and how busy Imu-sama keeps each one of them during the day, but starting off with a coffee together is mandatory.

Nusjuro wakes up the earliest and is the only one who prefers tea over coffee. Saturn often stays up through the night and will join him without having slept at all ( which Nusjuro will comment on by noting the bags under his eyes ).

Warcury and Mars wake up around the same time and have their beard and hair brushed and styled by personal servant who serve no other purpose than taking care of the Gorosei's looks.

Ju Peter shows up at the breakfast table the latest, the others rarely bother to ask what he was doing prior to joining them in bed in the middle of the night. It's not rare for him to have the faint scent of wine and tobacco clinging to his suit.

Once Garling joins them, he doesn’t share a bed with them nor does he care much about the ritual of having breakfast together. Not at first, at least. Eventually he wants to establish himself as the unofficial leader of the Elders and shows up for all their little get togethers with the sole purpose to annoy them.

"Good morning, my fellow Elders," Garling announces as he waltzes into the room.

The other Gorosei glare at him in silent contempt, wishing for his death.

• Their bed is a very spacious and wide canopy bed, they will either all sleep spooning each other or in separate groups depending on who gets along the best.

Since they share most of their thoughts and are able to communicate telepathically through their shared bond from Imu-sama, it only makes sense they also have the same dreams. Sometimes those dreams are about the world from 800 years ago, when they were all taking part in the ancient war. They’re the only ones who remember that time aside from their Lord.

• When it comes to favorites I always view Nusjuro as the calmest among them alongside Mars who are both good listeners who will hear each of them out without starting a fight. Warcury can and will engage in drama and fire up debates, despite his hot-headed nature the others still accept him. Garling is the least favorite, I doubt I need to elaborate on that.

• [ NSFW ] In bed, they all switch from submissive to dominant depending on how they’re feeling. There is no shame in submitting to a fellow Elder, they’re all equally superior and don’t see themselves as anything less than Gods just because one of them bends over and takes cock from another.

Before Garning, Ju Peter was as the one with the highest sex drive who often initiated their sessions. Although Garling is now considered the horniest, the others are on the fence about letting him join them in bed, so Peter is still the one to kick things off.

The Elders possess some highly respectable endurance for their age, they will mount and pleasure one another from dusk to dawn if they’re not called by their Lord.

One of the men lies down on his back and the remaining four fill up his holes and guide his hands to jerk them off.

In all their time together, they have studied and memorized each others kinks.

Ju Peter enjoys being blindfolded and taken from the back like an animal. Saturn prefers strict rules and enjoys giving commands or sitting by the bed and watching the others while he pleasures himself. Nusjuro is highly skilled with ropes and loves tying up the other men. Mars rides dick better than anyone else, the other men make bets on who can elicit even the faintest of moans from the usually quiet man. Warcury is very sadistic and tries out all sorts of painful toys and tools on the others ( they can easily recover their wounds, but it's the thought that counts ).

Depending on how things go, Garling might end up in bed with them after all — on his hands and knees, begging for more as the Elders take turns fucking his tight hole to get their anger out.

• [ NSFW ] To spice things up, they will invite slaves to join them in bed. They will share the humans between them, all feeling the same pleasure through their connection.

• [ NSFW ] At the temple they worship their dark Lord together, when Imu-sama blesses them with their presence, the Lord praises or scolds them all as one entity. They are well aware of the Elders' relationship, their symbiosis, as long as it does not distract them from their goals, Imu-sama even encourages it.

From time to time there will be blue butterflies sitting on the window still, watching as the Gorosei claim each other's bodies.

All of the sexual energy they release feeds Imu-sama, which is why the Lord will occasionally hold ceremonies for both the Holy Knights and Elders to either perform orgies at the altar under Imu's eyes or use a slave as a sacrifice.