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After ejaculating, I looked at Kaelith's holes and saw that she was dripping a white substance and then falling to the ground.
My whole body felt relaxed after filling her holes and making her mine.
I stopped pressing her face on the desk surface and patted her hair gently.
Slap
I slapped her ass then looked at the six girls who continued to watch me the whole time while I fucked Kaelith.
Sophia smiled and shook her ass "What about me, My lord."
"Of course, It's your turn." I said as I walked towards her, touching her soft firm ass I couldn't help but slap her ass and then pulled down her white underwear to reveal her pink pussy and asshole.
While I was inserting my cock into her pussy, Sophia's body had already absorbed all of my cum that was trapped inside her holes.
Sophia smiled and put her cheek under her hand and watched with a smile as her lord violently plowed her pussy. Her ass was shaking and rippling violently as if she was facing a devastating earthquake, she began to use her extreme control on her body to massage her master's cock inside her womb.
While I was behind Sophia fucking her pussy and slapping her plump ass, five fully awaked royal s¡st€rs watched shyly and waited for their turn patiently. After a short while and after I finished depositing my load inside both of Sophia's holes, I pulled my cock out of her with relief and satisfaction.
I looked at Sophia's asshole and found that it was not closed yet and from Sophia's smile it seemed that she did it on purpose
Her asshole was open in the size of my cock and the inner walls of her asshole can be seen. They were pink walls, but what I liked the most was that her asshole was filled with sticky white sperms, and it also looked warm.
I slapped her ass with satisfaction.
Sophia smiled and made the sticky white liquid flow from her asshole and pussy and fall on the floor giving me the feeling I invaded her insides.
I moved behind Thena and started inserting my cock into her asshole first.
Thena endured the feeling of her asshole being split in two while I pulled her medusa snake hair and she wondered how the two of them endured this feeling especially Sophia who showed no discomfort while master was fucking her asshole so fiercely.
Finally after painful thrusts and reshaping her insides Thena ended up like the other three with her asshole filled with my cum.
Next I moved on to Saphyne.
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I stepped back, gazing upon the seven divine bodies sprawled before me — their trembling forms still quivering, their fourteen holes overflowing with the legacy of my boundless dragon essence. A smirk traced my lips, not out of arrogance, but from a deep, primal satisfaction — the kind only a dragon lord, reborn into power and purpose, could feel after the agony of drifting in a sea of forgotten mortality.
Yet this… this was but the prologue. Yap just a prologue of my new life.
For thirty long years, I toiled in silence, carved my empire from the marrow of chaos, and raised its pillars with blood, will, and fire. What I had built was not a kingdom, but a foundation — vast and enduring, yes, but still only the roots of something far greater. My wings had only begun to unfurl.
There is still so much to grow — my power, like an ancient sun, is only now rising. Magic yet untamed calls to me. Forbidden arts stir in the shadows, aching to be claimed. The laws of reality? They were not made to contain me — they were written so I could break them as I already broken many.
There is still so much to gain — treasures locked in forgotten tombs, relics lost in starless realms, secrets whispered by dying gods. Riches, yes — but more than gold or gems. Knowledge. Divinity. Control over time itself.
There is still so much to conquer — kingdoms untouched, worlds unclaimed, galaxies sleeping in silence. I will awaken them. I will leave my mark on every throne, every realm, until even the multiverse has some echoes of my name.
There is still so much to savor — too many women to seduce, to ravish, to make mine. Not with force, but with fire, charm, and the promise of eternity. Empresses, goddesses, rebels, and queens — they will kneel not because they must, but because they crave the storm I bring.
There is still so much to create — children born of power, heirs of starlight, legends forged in my image. My bloodline will not end; it will become the myth of only Void Dragon.
There is still so much to feel — passion yet unkindled, love that transcends flesh, fury that melts stone, joy that shakes the heavens.
And beyond all of that, so much to see — the fictional worlds I once experienced in Books, Movies, TV shows, anime and so much more in my former, fragile life now await my arrival. The realms of gods and monsters, of science and sorcery, of heroes and tyrants, of power and players, of hunters and dungeons— I shall walk among them not as a visitor, but as a storm and a taker.
My list is long. My hunger, eternal. My flame, unquenchable.
And boredom? Ha. Let the mortals worry about boredom. I am a Black Dragon reborn now became the void dragon — the Star Multiverse is my playground, and I have only just taken my first step into forever.
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The inclusion of the Medusa Clan has enabled Black Wing Lair to successfully conquer Dusk Island. Meanwhile, with time steadily passing, Castle Black and the adjacent Monster City were rebuilt from the ground up.
The Castle Black stood high above, spanning hundreds of square kilometers. Below, the Monster City extended across hundreds of thousands of square kilometers.
This ambitious undertaking was designed to support the habitation of hundreds of millions of Void Familiars and allies.
Naturally, such colossal construction was beyond the scope of five thousand high-level Dragon Vein Warlocks alone. Completing this project would take years just for hundreds of thousands of Dragon Vein Warlocks.
To expedite the process, I resurrected every warlock and wizard within the gray space — dozens of Master-level casters and tens of thousands of intermediate-level ones. This new force nearly doubled the construction speed.
The cost, however, was significant. My rank fell from low-level 24 to high-level 23.
Fortunately, by absorbing the power of freshly born mid- to low-tier Void Familiars from the ghost plane, I managed to barely return to level 24.
"The number of Void Familiars is still far too small," I muttered within the newly constructed dragon pond, where my colossal black form rested.
Currently, all the Void Familiars in the ghost plane had already been consumed or converted. Only millions of low-tier Familiars and tens of thousands of mid-tier Familiars remained in Abyss Black Wing City. High-level and Master-tier Void Familiars numbered just over a thousand — barely enough to maintain basic city operations.
With the inclusion of Duolun City's dark and night elves, the defense of Black Wing City was strengthened, now boasting numerous senior, master-level, and even Legendary-level guardians.
Over on Tal, half a million mid-tier Void Familiars had been resurrected, along with one hundred thousand high-levels, ten thousand Masters, and dozens of Legendaries.
Despite these numbers, the Void Familiars walking in the material realm — not counting the recently transformed Duolun dark and night elves and residents — still numbered fewer than ten million.
Even including the freshly transformed citizens of Duolun City, the total dependent population only reached about thirty million.
More were needed. Vastly-Vastly more.
As far as I remember, before the battle with the Dark Frost Giant Lord Thorne, the number of my dependents had already surpassed 150 million.
"I still need more dependents, and I need more power." A surge of desire flickered in my crimson, vertically-slit dragon pupils.
Thoughts began swirling through my mind.
In the Ghost Plane, there are more than 30 billion low-level ghosts. These beings have not yet been deeply imbued with the power of the Void and were only transformed into followers due to the lack of sustenance.
On the Tal Plane, tens of millions of prepared dependents remain in waiting. These ones have yet to undergo the deep penetration of Void power, so they cannot be fully transformed into Void Familiars.
Within the Abyss itself, there are nearly 20 million more souls under my influence.
Yet despite the seemingly astronomical total — over 30 billion — more than 99% of them are merely weak, insignificant beings. Almost all of them fall into the category of low-level creatures.
"Low-level creatures are of very little use to me now," I mused inwardly.
Having reached the fifth stage of the legendary tier, these minor Void Familiars are like mere droplets of water being cast into an immense lake.
Previously, when I absorbed power from such vast numbers of dependents, the ones that truly contributed were the high-level beings — the master-class dependents and more than a hundred legendary followers. In contrast, the one hundred million low-level dependents barely made a difference. Hundreds of thousands of high-ranking subordinates provided exponentially more power.
"Even if I were to transform all 30 billion of those low-level ghosts into Void Familiars, it likely wouldn't even be enough to push me into the high-legends tier, or perhaps not even close."
Moreover, to transform all 30 billion of them into proper Void Familiars would require an astronomical amount of resources. Feeding that many bloated stomachs with Overeat ability— all with insatiable appetites — for years on end would place a massive strain on my Black Wing Nest. Even with its current might, sustaining that level of consumption would be nearly impossible.
"While fighting the demons of Frost City in Tal, gaining qualifications, and growing steadily stronger, I've also been plundering in the Abyss and the Lava Wastelands. If necessary, I can produce more resources on my own," I thought, as a sudden inspiration stirred in my heart.
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Somewhere within the endless expanse of the Starry Sky, far off in the Astral Realm, a massive dragon formed entirely from spiritual power and consciousness chased silently after a huge dark red and golden meteorite.
Even in the midst of my battle with the Dark Frost Giant Lord, I had retained a fragment of my awareness to keep following this elusive piece of virtual gold.
Now, more than a year has passed. It had drifted through the void all this time, and my dragon consciousness still pursued it relentlessly.
Ahead of the dragon loomed a vast and hazy force — the chaotic and incomprehensible barrier of a plane.
A tremendous pressure radiated from this dimensional threshold, making even me feel suppressed.
"Is this a large plane? No... No, it can't be. A regular large plane wouldn't exert such overwhelming pressure on me. Is this... a super-large plane?" I exclaimed inwardly in shock.
I quickly searched the depths of my memory, drawing from both the ancient Black Dragon Heritage and all the data collected by the Abyss Chamber of Commerce — yet I found no matching coordinates for any known super-large plane open to the public in the astral realms.
"Could it be... an undiscovered super-large plane?" I was filled with uncertainty — caught between anxiety and excitement.
As I wrestled with my thoughts, the piece of virtual gold began to be pulled in by the immense gravitational force of the super-large plane's barrier.
Watching the virtual gold vanish into the barrier, my heart was torn.
Had I truly chased this thing for a full year, this precious main material capable of forming a divine artifact — just to watch it slip away at the last moment?
But soon, I calmed down.
I shifted my gaze from the vanishing gold to the infinite chaos surrounding the plane barrier itself.
The value of an undeveloped, unclaimed, super-large material plane — one not yet cataloged by the wider Stary Sky — far exceeds even the worth of a single piece of virtual gold.
In fact, there is no comparison.
My heart stirred with anticipation.
The potential riches, the unknown opportunities lying dormant in such a world, were simply too great to ignore. There was no way I could let this chance pass.
However, I remained cautious. A super-large material plane was a place teeming with high-energy signatures, one capable of supporting beings on the level of demigods.
If I recklessly entered and drew the attention of native powerhouses... what then?
"This projection body is far too conspicuous. I'll need to keep a low profile — blend in so that no one strong notices me," I concluded.
Most material planes that haven't yet been exposed to the wider astral world tend to harbor their own native systems of power. Such planes often view outsiders as invaders or demonic threats from beyond the stars. It's almost guaranteed that I'd be treated as hostile.
Far away in the material plane of Tal, within my true body — the great black dragon — I opened my eyes. With a single thought, I expelled a drop of pure dragon essence, radiating supreme pressure.
Simultaneously, my reverse scale detached itself. The essence drop touched the scale and instantly merged with it. The resulting object looked ancient and dull, its terrifying aura completely concealed.
Void spell runes shimmered briefly. Then, the reverse scale infused with blood was transported into my consciousness dragon — the projection body.
Once I, the projection dragon, gave the command, a portion of my consciousness and mental energy poured into the bathtub-sized black scale.
"Go," I whispered.
Channeling my strength, I hurled the black dragon scale through the void. It chased after the virtual gold, pierced through the crackling spatial distortion around it, and embedded itself into the huge meteorite. Now bound together, they both fell toward the chaotic and boundless material plane barrier below.
I, the consciousness-projected dragon, stared longingly at the meteorite one final time — eyes filled with hope and ambition — before allowing the projection to dissolve back into the starry void.
The coordinates had already been firmly imprinted into my memory. There was no need to waste energy or risk exposing myself further by maintaining the projection.
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Ten days passed.
Back in the material plane of Tal, deep within the South Sea, resting inside the Castle Black on Dusk Island...
I felt it.
My awareness stirred.
The meteorite from the starry sky had finally neared the material plane's barrier.
Although the barrier had seemed close when I first observed it, in reality, it was like climbing a mountain only to realize the peak was much farther than it appeared. Even traveling at meteoric speeds, it had taken ten full days to get close.
The allure and pull of an unexplored, undeveloped super-large plane was simply irresistible.
I turned my attention fully toward the dark, irregular rock that had fused with the meteorite — my reverse scale.
Guided by my will, the meteorite iron naturally twisted and shifted to cover the dragon scale, fully concealing it within its jagged form.
Dragon reverse scales are among the hardest parts of a dragon's body — second only to the horns. But more importantly, they have a natural ability to conceal their aura. With my own reverse scale, cast off from a body comparable to a high-level legendary being, even a demigod might overlook it if they aren't actively scanning.
With a focused breath, I poured my consciousness into the reverse scale once more — and there, I 'saw' it.
The dimensional chaos was looming.
A suffocating pressure pressed down on my awareness. It made me doubt.
Would my consciousness — hidden in that scale — truly endure the horrifying might of this plane's barrier?
And if it did...
What would I find on the other side?
This worry vanished in a flash, and soon, the starry sky iron wrapped in virtual gold and reverse scales pierced through the plane barrier, descending into this strange and unfamiliar world.
I, fearing that my presence might be noticed by the powerful entities of this world, immediately withdrew my consciousness into the reverse scale and dared not probe the outside world any further.
Yet faintly, the moment I entered this new plane, my consciousness and spirit, invested in the reverse scale, experienced an overwhelming and strange suppressive force.
No—perhaps it shouldn't be called a suppressive force at all. Rather, it was something else. Something deeper. Something intrinsic.
Inertia.
"In this world, the inertia of extraordinary power is truly terrifying." This thought flickered within the depths of my consciousness embedded in the reverse scale, and I couldn't help but feel a chill of silent dread.
Originally, to avoid attracting the attention of the powerful beings of this plane, I had intentionally limited how much consciousness and mental power I infused into the reverse scale. But now, under the rules that govern this new world, I found myself nearly incapable of mobilizing even that small fragment of spiritual energy.
The mental power that I once wielded with ease—like moving a finger—had now become harder to summon than lifting a mountain with bare human hands.
This revelation brought me to an unsettling conclusion: this world may not flaunt its supernatural abilities openly, and it may not be as saturated with rampant power as I had once assumed.
"Interesting," my consciousness murmured silently before gradually succumbing to slumber, forced into dormancy by the unrelenting pressure of this alien plane.
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Tal, South Sea, Dusk Island — Castle Black.
A colossal black dragon, towering over a hundred meters in length, slowly opened its blood-red, vertical pupils. Reflections of contemplation shimmered in their depths.
Since the moment the reverse scale had crossed the planar barrier, all connection between me and my consciousness and spiritual power stored within the reverse scale had vanished entirely.
However, I knew this severance wasn't because my presence had been detected and eradicated by some powerful existence, but rather due to the natural laws of this plane exerting overwhelming suppression.
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