Ch. 32 Before the Ending of His Realm

Waking up, James found his women laying on his bed and smiled, as he then got up quietly, not waking them up.

"Where are you going?" A woman's voice asked. Looking at the woman who had appeared in the doorway, he smiled.

Yes, she was older, had lost weight, and her whole body had succumbed to the depression that had befallen her; but he instantly knew that she was his wife.

"Well, I was going to find you, but it seems you have found me." He answered as he spoke a spell aimed at her. Letting it hit her, her eyes widened as her whole body began to change into a younger appearance, as she felt her breasts become as big as her own ass while her hair became more blackened.

He smiled as he watched her, walking slowly; kissing her lips that he had missed for so long, as he conquered again what he had lost. And then a slap sounded in the room, awaking all the others who layed on the bed.

Saidia smiled as she had given this man a small punishment for not saving them sooner, but was slightly glad he had finally came. Released from an ether from the bloodlust fairy when he killed Julius, she found his own power had grown to a staggering amount that bursted full of power.

But seeing his other women, she was astonished as they told her that he had taken over the city of Calandis, the Capital of the Alantian race, and took all of the Alantian women and sired a staggering amount of children! Not to mention that when Elizabeth heard about it, she spat blood.

Suddenly surrounded by his women, he waved his hand as they then fell to the floor, putting them to sleep with his power. Then looking at Elizabeth, he smiled as he grabbed her by the waist and then headed out of the room, to grab fresh air as he had been in bed.

Greeted by the boy who he had told to stay outside the city, Elizabeth introduced him to her husband as their son, Vecchio. Shaking hands with his son, they then toured the city, as he had been in bed for a week, introducing him to new places and sights that he had long forgotten.

But after a week, he then began a revolution, granting mortals bloodlines, as he created an army of men. But for the women who were wives and daughters of those that had stood with Julius Farlily, he made his own, taking them into his own harlem while also giving them stronger bloodlines so that becoming more powerful, one of them was equal to fifty mortals that he had granted bloodlines to.

For a mere month, peace reigned through his new empire until all heard a noise,that it sounded through the whole world, vibrations that made all look above as the sky turned from a a peaceful blue sky to a violent purple, lightnings flashing everywhere, as it then turned black.

Smiling, James laughed at the sky as he then suddenly frowned as he dissapeared into thin air, as his women wondered where he had gone.

Appearing before him was a lady, whose figure he had to agree was even better than all that he had taken for himself! Her beauty rivaled his own handsomeness, as she had white hair. She smiled happily as she looked at him, her black eyes lusting after after him.

Smiling back at her, he recognized her as another Trithorian, as he found himself tied to a bed. His eyes widened as he found he, himself could not use any of his own power, be it magic, cultivation, spells, runes, all gone.

Looking at her questioning, she still stood as she continued to smile. "For so long, I have searched all realms for a man who truly had the same blood, all dieing before I could reach them!" She said as she then made her way towards him, the ground shaking with every step.

"Gods, all killing us for power greater then their own, lusting for a greater reason to live for; and before reaching you, I have taken you!" She whispered into his ear as she traced his chest with her finger, as he struggled to get out of the chains that held him to the bed.

"As we are the last of our race, you stubbornly stay here and have even made your own children that had carried our bloodline that all but ourselves call cursed, nonexistent by a great spell you created, yet you still hold the bloodline of a Trithorian. No, you are not ashamed by it like some of our race, but instead fear that they themselves will be killed by others, lusting after our own!"

She then took her own robes and dress off, revealing all that many crave to see, as she leaped onto him and tore his clothes off! Reavealing his body that she had craved to make love, as she began to give him a blowjob.