#galra emperor

[klanced]

you are so lucky to not have watched s4-8

people always ask me 'katie why did you only watch half of voltron??' and i'm just like guys i thought we all agreed that voltron was not a very good show 💀

[humanoidempress]

if there is one thing I'd LOVE LOVE LOVE to see in my lifetime, is Zarkon's reign.

Blah blah blah we know he's been pulling for 10.000 years but I wanna see what happened in the early days, what did he do after destroying altea, are all his subjects soldiers or are there normal citizens?

feel free to educate me

[sukoshininja]

Voltron: Legendary Defender Episode 1 - The Rise of Voltron

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[khaoskrakenart]

Black Paladin (formerly Red) Keith Kogane ascends the throne this year! The Galra Empire has hope for the future as their chosen Emperor accepts what is rightfully his.

When asked "why now?" Emperor Kogane replied with "The recovery and relief efforts that we (the Blade of Marmora) have been doing... have finally come to an end. There's no one in immediate need of help now. So it's time to accept my new role and duty to my people and the cosmos."

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Ok so i dont particularly care about what monsantos have to say about vld especially after it ended but i still think about LM saying Allura only brought back those who died during Haggar's tantrum and "planets which died before their time and not the life on it" (or along those lines. I think it was in the interview after the show ended? Someone made a post detailing it). Like i dont know about you all, but i found the idea absolutely fascinating in a morbid way.

Cause like maybe they come back as completely empty. The planets and their landmasses come back intact, rejuvinated, but not even a whisper of the lives that once lived. The planets are back but they lay bare, even the memory of life upon it now long dead. They have potential to nourish life, but what is the point? When there is no life, no beings to be nourished. These planets came back empty shells, with their children long dead and forgotten.

Or maybe they come back as they died. Maybe their soil is deep and rich, only in the way forest soil can be, maybe there are islands made up of what used to be bones of corals. Maybe there are well trodden paths, leveled lands, diverted rivers, and mined grounds. Maybe there are empty buildings, unused roads, abandoned items of every day use, each telling a story of life that once lived but the pages are long torn and the pictures have faded. Planets which were scarred and loved by the unique life that lived on it, but the beings that did that have long since been dead. These planets come back as ruins, still haunted by its inhabitants.

Or maybe (and i am going full SCP 2935 here) the life does come back, but dead. They had been dead for thousands of years but now there are bodies here waiting to be buried. They do not rot, because decay itself needs life and everything on that planet is dead and has been dead for a long time. Frozen in time, to see them is to come face to face with the devastation brought, because it is much harder to deny personhood of a fresh corpse, than of stories and ruins and fossils. No one is left to mourn them, to remember them, to hold a funereal because everyone that could died with them. These planets come back as graveyards and memorials, holding the grim proof of what was taken from them.

[galraluver]

Zarkon x Red Paladin Fem, part 4?

I didn't think that this was going to be so popular, so here's another part 🖤

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Almost a deca-phoeb passed since Zarkon captured (Y/n) and she'd come to terms that she wasn't ever going to see her friends again nor was she going to regain true freedom. Living in galra central command wasn't exactly the worst thing in the universe, although she kind of had to be careful around Zarkon because he had some rather obvious anger issues; in a way, she felt like Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Zarkon granted her free roam of central command and status in the empire, at some point she began to fall in love with him a little bit despite knowing she might have had a little Stockholm syndrome. There were times when hints of his previous self showed up in his behavior and that's when (Y/n) devised a plan to help Zarkon return to his previous self instead of continuing to be a quintessence hungry zombie. She was between a rock and a hard place by that point in time, conflicted about whether she should attempt to escape or stay put.

Zarkon wasn't too conflicted about how he felt about (Y/n); she could be a powerful ally, all he had to do was turn her against the paladins if he ran out of plans to get a hold of Voltron, otherwise he wouldn't do it because he needed her to trust him. There were times when he felt somewhat in love with her, he just wasn't good at showing it except for the times when his personality shifted to what it used to be before the incident ten thousand years prior. He didn't mind comforting her when she needed it and he certainly found her attractive, and as time went by she'd managed to earn his trust. One day in particular when Zarkon didn't have anything better to do he decided to visit (Y/n) in her habsuite where he knew she would be, she still preferred the comforts of her new little home because she still missed her freedom. He personally made a snack for (Y/n) using some of the food from his own personal kitchen, but first he made sure everything was edible for humans; he gently knocked on the door when he made it to her habsuite, patiently waiting for her to reply.

“It's unlocked.” (Y/n) called out when she heard a knock on her front door, already knowing who it was; and, as expected, Zarkon walked into her habsuite after the door slid open.

“I've brought you something to eat.” Zarkon spoke with a gentle tone as he walked over to the couch, sitting down and offering the plate to her.

“Thank you.” (Y/n) replied shyly before she took the plate from him, still feeling a little anxious.

Zarkon felt his heart flutter in his chest when (Y/n) accepted the food he gave her, it was a sensation that he hadn't felt in a very long time. He was ancient, he'd been alive for longer than Earth's existence, and yet the young human woman he'd captured made him feel slightly flustered in a good way. One of his main reasons for visiting (Y/n) was because he wanted to take her out shopping at some point, he figured that a day away from central command would do her some good. (Y/n) sat there and quietly ate, feeling a little better after she tasted how good the food was; Zarkon never starved her, she simply hadn't eaten since breakfast and it was almost lunch time. She glanced up at him for a second and saw that he was deep in thought, she couldn't help but wonder what he had on his mind.

“I would like to take you out in a few days to what used to be the largest Unilu swap moon.” Zarkon told her after a few minutes, gazing down at her with a slight smile.

“The old- You mean the space mall?” (Y/n) inquired before she put two and two together, her expression brightening up when she realized that he actually meant the mall; she loved the mall back when she went with some of the paladins, she never thought she would ever get to see it again.

“Yes, I intend to take you to the ‘space mall’ as you put it.” Zarkon answered, his tone a little more chipper than usual.

(Y/n) put the plate down so she could surge forward and hug Zarkon, thanking him for offering to take her to the space mall again. A lot of possibilities rushed through her mind about what she might find at the mall; she would obviously want to go to the Earth store to see what was in stock, she really hoped there would be some books or other things she liked in stock. She hoped that she could find her favorite snack there, the martian usually kept snacks from Earth in stock for anyone who liked them. Zarkon was a little surprised when (Y/n) hugged him out of the blue, he'd never seen her act in such a way and he liked it for some odd reason. For a moment part of his old personality showed itself for a few seconds until they stopped hugging each other.

“Why now? Why are you offering to take me out to the mall all of a sudden?” (Y/n) questioned with a nervous tone, hoping that she wasn't overstepping any boundaries.

“Can I not treat you to a day out whenever I please? I'm not expecting anything in return, if that's what you're concerned about.” Zarkon inquired, feeling slightly awkward all of a sudden, and yet he hid it well.

“I- W-well, yes, you can. I just wasn't sure why, that's all.” (Y/n) answered in embarrassment, feeling stupid for questioning him in the first place.

Zarkon assured her that it was alright; he wasn't offended by (Y/n) asking him why he was taking her out to the mall, in fact he kind of expected it. He watched as she began eating again, not missing the blush that suddenly appeared on her face. He hadn't personally been to the space mall since his time as the black paladin, he wondered exactly how much it had changed since then. Zarkon rarely left central command at all; the only times he did go somewhere was when he had to check in with certain planets, he otherwise never saw the need to go anywhere else. He genuinely felt kind of excited to go out with the former red paladin, although he would have to give her a disguise in order to prevent anyone from recognizing her, but until then he would just go on with life until the day of their trip came.

[sylveon-and-velveon]

Shhhh, he's teaching his husband about Planet Earth's movies XD

Universe LLJX-TVD

♡ Commissions are always open! ♡

[discordiansamba]

also Dayak is apparently a title, not a name. fun facts, I guess.

[lilflowerpot]

what does galra society as a whole think about half galra/mixed race galra? how do these opinions differ among the class levels (as in like regular everyday people to upper class military soldier types)?

Imperial opinion of Keith as a hybrid | Imperial racism against non-galra | would Lotor's hybrid status impact his imperial reputation? | hybrid lifespans | Lotor's altean strength: a blessing or a curse?

The idea that the galra are “superior” is a pervasive attitude that’s been around since Emperor Brodar first led them beyond Daibazaal [...] but with galra hybrids being so unlikely to survive gestation—and then, even if they do, experiencing a massively shortened lifespan—the societal perception of galra/non-galra relations has been severely warped throughout Zarkon’s reign from being gently discouraged, to strongly disadvised, to damn near criminal. Over the countless generations since Zarkon first took the throne, Imperial attitudes have essentially shifted from “don’t have children with non-galra because our genes are too strong and hybrid children will almost certainly suffer a slow and painful death,” to “don’t have children with non-galra because outsiders are weak and any half-breed spawn produced by coupling with them will be just as pathetic.”

The above is from my "Lotor's altean strength" post and was, itself, a summary of something said in several posts before it, but my point still stands: though historically the first galra to venture out into space en-masse for the purpose of conquering other planets very much did think themselves superior in every way, but as the Empire grew and the alien peoples they had conquered became Imperial citizens themselves (see first post linked above), this attitude, from your average citizen, at least, gradually lessened. Non-galra Imperial citizens became the galra's colleagues, neighbors, and friends, growing up alongside one another as more-or-less equals, with only two overt cultural holdovers:

Non-galra Imperial citizens may not join the Imperial Military proper, but rather are limited to local security jobs.

Non-galra Imperial citizens are prohibited from engaging in intimate relationships with galra Imperial citizens.

Now obviously these two factors scream "prejudice", but both are so deeply ingrained in the Empire's foundations that the majority of Imperial society (both galra and not) doesn't ever think to question them in the first place... until you bring a flesh-and-blood hybrid into the mix, of course. Remember, hybrid-galra are //rare//—by which I mean they're the 0.0001% of the 0.0001%—to the point that despite Lotor actively seeking people like him, he managed to find only four others (well, five, now that he knows Keith), owing to the fact that between the cultural & genetic roadblocks to their conception, on top of the further gestational difficulties, hybrids are a particularly scarce minority.

But let's approach this from the perspectives of the three pillars of Imperial society, shall we?

As a quick refresher for anyone who doesn't want to reread that entire post, the three pillars of Imperial society are the State, the Church, and the Military, and these groups can be further subdivided by hierarchical position within each pillar.

First, the Military, which encompasses Cadets, Officers, Lieutenants, Commanders, and the Admiral (a role traditionally, but not always, filled by the Monarch). As an organisation, the Military is inherently prejudiced against non-galra citizens as they're simply not allowed to serve. As you can imagine, this makes it a more hostile environment in pretty much every way for hybrids, because they're the only "non-galra" galra able to enter military service, which leaves them systematically othered. Broadly speaking, the higher up the chain of command, the less civil soldiers tend to be towards hybrids, as they themselves have spent a great deal of time interacting only with other galra, or,,, the non-galra "enemy" of foreign planets who they subjugate without mercy. They are literally trained not to view alien people as people, because sympathy breeds compassion- compassion breeds weakness- and weakness breaks insubordination and defiance of Emperor Zarkon's orders.

Second, the Church, which encompasses a million different Imperial religions (with galra and non-galra origins), but chief among them is the Druidic Faith, with its Deacons, Priest(esse)s, High Priest(esse)s, and the Archivist. The opinion of hybrids according to any religious group can vary wildly, and is dictated chiefly by their faith's doctorine: some consider them abominations of nature, others no more or less than anyone else, and others still akin to demigods. The Druids, however, take the stance of hybrids being a non-issue, as their only concern is whether or not a child is capable of manipulating quintessence (something that marks them as beloved by Sa, and therefore worthy beyond compare) or potentially capable of passing on latent druidic alleles (therefore potentially siring a druidic child).

Third, the State, which encompasses the majority of the Imperial populace, comprised of common civilians, the equestrian order (exceedingly wealthy "new money"), the aristocracy (old and revered bloodlines), and the Imperial family. The divide in this pillar is a pretty clean one: upper class aristocrats, tend to have inherited the prejudice of their ancestors due to their families placing such intrinsic value on their blood (even by galra standards), and from their pov, hybrids are a tainting of their nobility by mixing with "lesser" people.

But the general public? Your average citizen doesn't particularly differentiate between those who are galra and those who are not. As we saw in the space mall episode (s02ep07) the Empire is massively multicultural, with day-to-day citizens simply going about their lives: Sal didn't look down on his customers, and in fact seemed to take genuine pride in learning from Hunk how to make food they could enjoy, while Varkon's only prejudice seemed to be against "space-pirates" for threatening the sanctity of his place of employment. So if these people were to be confronted with a hybrid child whose very existence is taboo… well, they're still a //child// aren't they? Meaning they're innocent, and invaluable, and supposedly a GeNeTiC aBoMiNaTiOn except they're perfect in every way because Imperial culture holds all children—galra or otherwise—in the highest regard, so why should this be any different?

Finally, however, we come to the Emperor, who sets the tone for the entire Empire, and has obviously remained unchanged for the last 10,000 decaphoebs: Zarkon,,, who publicly declared his hybrid son a traitor to be killed on sight,,,,,, that message was abundantly clear, and the galra are nothing if not loyal.

[embersofhopevoltron]

REFERENCE

THE OUTCOME

Keith’s not the only one that goes berserk Galra mode

Immra’h (my oc) is mine, more info about her will be out eventually, but here’s a rough idea of what she’d look like in the heat of battle

[jackals-ships]

anyways bringing Lotor back home to visit and making him try different foods and im just "there IS. a correct opinion. btw" "that is Not how opinions work-" ":3c Tis Now !!"

[pupmusebox]

Tag dump 10/?

{ Magus of Flowers - Merlin } { King of Unification - Claude von Riegan } { The Savior King - Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd } { Emperor's Confidant - Hubert von Vestra } { Goofball of an Officer and Soldier - Maes Hughes } { Flame Alchemist and Colonel - Roy Mustang } { Royal Bee Demon of a King - Aristaeus } { Leader and Wildcard of the Investigation Team - Yu Narukami } { Second Detective Prince - Goro Akechi/Crow } { Swordsman and Stellaron Hunter - Blade } { First Member of the Fatui and Masked Captain - Il Capitano } { Born from the Union of an Angel and a Demon - Damien Blanc } { King of Atlantis - Dartz } { The Space Floof - Takashi Shirogane } { Crazy and Dark Clone - Dark!Shiro/Kuro } { Big Hearted Caring Young Angel - Luke } { Noble Demon and Former Newspaper Club Leader - Mephistopheles } { Angelic Wings of Retribution - Ash Landers } { Young President of the Shinra Electric Power Company - Rufus Shinra } { Undercover Agent - Twilight/Loid Forger } { Inventor of Duel Monsters - Maximillion Pegasus } { Exiled Galra Prince - Lotor } { Reincarnated Human Bearing A Morningstar's Soul - Venus } { Head of the Asakura Family and Current Shaman King - Hao Asakura } { Supreme Angel and Apostate of Hate - Gabriel } { Prideful Bird of Demonic and Divine Blood - Hugin } { Reincarnated Human Who Bears Greedy Crow’s Soul - Jasper } { Quick Witted Man and Crafty Sorcerer - Alistair } { Intergalactic Bounty Hunter - Samus Aran } { Quiet Raven Son of the Devil - Lucius Wagner } { Fox Half Brother and Fellow Antichrist - Issac Gilmore } { Human Guardian to a Raven - Jack McGuffin }

[minamorsart]

AU where in the events of the show, Emperor Lotor and Princess Allura's return from the quintessence field proves successful, and the two decide to marry in order to strengthen the alliance between the Coalition and Galra Empire. However in the midst of their blossoming romance, the newlyweds come face-to-face with the aftermaths of war and heightened political tensions between the planets and rising factions within the Empire itself.

As Empress Allura struggles to come to terms with the increasingly difficult decisions her husband continues to make, she must decide between choosing her friends as they contend with the violence of politics and corruption, or choosing the man she's been falling in love with as he slowly descends into madness.

Inspired by my favorite K-drama Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo 💖💜

[sukoshininja]

Voltron: Legendary Defender Episode 1 - The Rise of Voltron

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[khaoskrakenart]

New year new kingdom! Kogane finally agrees to sit on the Throne of the Empire.

[nocturn-warrior]

Kiss of seedcake• 🌧

Lotor x f!reader

Summary: building a life with Lotor on Earth after the galras were defeated, you decide to try for a child :)

Rating: fluff, smut (breeding kink)

Notes: this is set after season 8 events, in a timeline where my boy Lotor didn't die and lives happily with u on Earth. This smut has a plot.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and lactation, body changes mentions, mentions racism towards Lotor, my grammar because i am not a native speaker lmao

since Sendak and his army was completely defeated thanks to Voltron and their allies. And with an extra help of the space visitors, human kind quickly rebuilt its structures, combining the advanced technologies of their new colleagues with their own. Flying vessels, space travels and colonies, complex security AI systems and media were a great leap in history.

Not surprisingly, interspecies relationships emerged among the coexistence of humans and extraterrestrials, besides it was a taboo for some people, the most conservative ones, you could easily spot a human walking and a balmeran holding hands on the streets. But as expected, racism towards the space visitors was a thing, especially towards the galra people.

Being blamed for the death of so many, even not having affiliation with Sendak’s deadly army, the purple skinned people were a target to bigotry not just coming from humans but also from other extraterrestrials. With your partner Lotor, it wasn’t different. Making public appearances together, you could feel the reproved gaze of your peers, judging the nature of your relationship as disgusting, selfish. Some showed concern, fearing Lotor could harm you in any way, while others called you an enemy, a traitor for engaging yourself to an individual of a species that slaved, tortured and killed so many in the galaxy.

As the only begotten son of emperor Zarkon, so many wanted his head for what his father caused during centuries, and for reprehensible actions of his own. You were constantly reminded of Lotor’s thirst to acquire quintessence and what he did to reach his goals, the hundreds of alteans locked in tanks he utilized as cattle to harvest the substance. The United Planets Council decided he would not receive death penitence or be locked for his crimes, but he should be exiled.

“Exiled… I am used to this condition”

It was better this way; though Lotor wanted and deserved redemption, not everyone including the paladins would accept it easily. When you established you would not abandon him, they immediately intervened reminding you of what his family caused to everyone, of what your late friend princess Allura would want. You were tired of it all. You loved Lotor and wanted to keep him safe, even if it means cutting connections with your friends. You couldn’t risk having your boyfriend stabbed from behind by a vengeful self-proclaimed punisher.

Lotor understood the gravity of his actions he didn’t even tried to defend himself. But he repined every day about how quintessence drove him mad, crazy for power, and that those moments of madness showed up as nothing but foggy memories in his mind. It broke your heart to see Lotor eager to be accepted in this new multispecies society, but being doomed by his past. Deep in his core, all he wanted was that: to be accepted and to fix everything up. Even when he was still the prince of the mighty galra empire, all he did was for a bigger purpose. He knew he took the wrong route, though.

Four years ago you moved together to your family’s old farm; only you, Lotor and the desire to begin a new life. Part of the farm, including the barn and the stable were destroyed by the attacks, but luckily the house you grew up in was intact, except for the dust and spider webs covering the rooms. Nothing you couldn’t fix up. Lotor is a quick learner, his intelligence was always something you appreciated, and with a quickly explaining of how to use house devices, he became a master at it except for the vacuum cleaner.

“How can you pilot a high technological spaceship and be defeated by a vacuum cleaner, my dear?”

You would tease him, leaning against a wall while seeing your lover struggle to clean the dust of the living room. Lotor in his endeavor would blame the device instead of admitting he was having a bad time using it. You find that silly and adorable. It took some days for your house to be properly inhabited again, with Lotor’s help, everything was easy.

He would wash clothes, cook for you – that thin waist of his looked adorable in one of your late grandmother’s apron, and a few other things. But still, he missed space and missed the adrenaline. That mind of his was always hunger for knowledge and staying so much time without absorbing anything was frustrating and tedious. Lotor in fact would not complain about it, but noticing the lack of enthusiasm in your love, you gifted him with a box of the old books you used to read while graduating; psych, biology, chemistry, and others you kept a special interest about but were not exactly linked to your graduation; history and anthropology.

Besides you were a good storyteller, talking about the myths and cultures of your species along with its advances and knowledge on science, nothing compares to touch, read and learn about something from primary fonts. As you expected, Lotor was more than happy when you handled him your collection. Some of the concepts stored in the books were at least eight years outdated, but still he could have a notion of humankind’s plurality, maybe hoping he could integrate himself into society one day.

Everything was so perfect you feared something bad would happen to spoil the moment. Your days were simple and cozy in your home, and occasionally you had to leave to buy some groceries but would come back soon.

Four years ago when the invasion occurred, families found shelter in the rural areas once the galras attacked the big urban centers first. And from this, a small agriculture and livestock centered community was born. They provided food for the cities near the reagion, and living only one or two miles away, you groceries from first hand.

In this specific day, you arrived home carrying a bag full of fresh fruits, vegetables, flour and some animal products. Lotor was sitting on the couch. He wore a grey sweater that reached the mid of his wrists and black sweatpants that barely reached his ankles, snuggling on his muscular calves. Big boy problems. His starlight hair tied into a messy bun was occasionally scratched as he concentred on the book he was reading. In fact, he was so focused on the book that didn't even notice you comming.

"Im back, love!"

You said opening the door and he slightly jumped on his seat.

"Hello, dear! I indeed didn't perceive you arriving. I was quite concentrated on this book i've been reading"

He got himself together, cleaning his throat before helping you to take the groceries to the kitchen. His gaze immediatly directed towards the sway of your hips as you walked.

"Which one is this?"

You ask, placing the bags on the table and cleaning your hands. Lotor blinks for a while, being snapped out of his beholding state:

"It is about the development of agriculture and how it's linked to the appearance of religious cults. I am quite amused by the first forms of art created by your species, dear, and how the belief in gods and deities is linked to the discovering of agriculture. It is pretty interesting how such topics that don’t seem to be linked at first sight are related.”

He continues:

 “The most interesting part, my dear, is that most of these civilizations were situated in quite green and prosper lands, therefore their deities reflected in the places they inhabited. While the people that lived in arid and desert places had vengeful and warrior gods.”

He speaks with enthusiasm, smiling like you have not seen in at least four years. His lust for you was being masked with non-stop bragging about what he learned in that day. Lotor was indeed fascinated by how some ancient human civilizations valorized fertility and reproduction, but what excited him most was to put this in practice. His cock jutted against the fabric of his sweatpants when he saw those sensual statues of Venus in the pages of that book. He wanted you. He wanted to make you his own goddess of fertility.

After drying your hands on a towel, you swiftly turn to your husband, paying attention to his words. But the look on his feline eyes told you everything. The pupils were dilated, shiny like binary stars. You smirk, and when you do so, Lotor stumbles on his own words.

“I have been always fascinated with this topic too, my dear.”

You put on an innocent facade, crossing your arms and leaning your beautiful hips against the counter. Lotor’s hands twitched, urging to squeeze them as you ride his cock gracefully like the goddess you were to him. He licks his lips and smiles:

“Nothing fairer, darling. You are a goddess yourself. But do you know what is missing?”

You obliviously shake your head to his question.

“A seed to be fertilized in this womb of yours”

Just by hearing his deep sensual voice, you feel your core flutter with excitement. The galran prince approaches you, closing the space between your bodies. All you do is to let him guide you onto his arms and give yourself to this blissful heat.

His thumb traces your lowerbelly, imagining it growing as a proof of the seed he implanted in your womb. He imagines your breasts swelling, leaking the milk that will nurture your child.

Lotor sinks his hand under your hair, softly bringing you closer to him and intensifying the kiss. Your fingers travel under his sweater, tracing his divinely sculpted abs one by one. The desire of being impregnated by him only grew stronger and stronger.

He strips you down, taking off your shirt and giving your breasts good squeezes before attaching his lips to the plump sides of them, leaving soft hickeys on your skin. You pant caressing his jaw as he does it.

Then, his long fingers skim down towards your groin. He gently slids down the waistband and kneals down in front of you. Hugging your hips, Lotor attaches his mouth onto your cut, sweetly suckling your clit as you tug onto his hair, undoing the messy bun he had.

"Lotor..."

You moan sweetly, and it sounds like the chant of Earth itself, like the sounds of raindrops falling onto soil.

His skilled tongue dances around your clit. Your legs tremble and if he wasn't holding you still by your hips, you would definitly lose your balance with so much pleasure being given.

And like a water dam being open, your fluids flow into Lotor's mouth and he delights on it like honey. He moans pulling off and looking up to see your divine glory squirm in pleasure.

Standing up, Lotor holds you on his arms in bridal style, you lean in like a dandelion seed being carried by wind and he places you onto the canopy bed, the plush cushion softly sinking with your body.

Looking up at Lotor while he takes off his own clothing, you get a sight of his purple large cock deliciouspy jutting against his pants. It wiggles tantalizing when his boxers are finally down, hard and reaching his lower belly.

With your fingers you trace his abs again, they are sculpted and perfect like a statue meticulously carved in marble by the best of the sculptors. His silver bodyhair stands on ends with your touch.

Lotor gently inserts his large cock in your entrance, being enthralled by your moans. Your cunt is tight for his size, but soon it accomodates his full length.

He moans loudly and sensually twitching his hips, you reach out to squeeze his muscular butt as it recoils and releases with his thrust. Your motion seems like an extra stimulus.

"Stars. May your womb be a fertile field where i will plant my crops. You are perfect!"

He pants, the pace increasing and your bodies sweating, your pleasured noises echoing through the wood walls.

"I am going to fill you up, dear. I am going to make you a mother; i am going to make you my own fertility deity."

That was when you orgasmed.

It feels like you two were perfcetly designed for this, like your bodies were shaped by universe to create life. You bury your hand underneath Lotor's hair, his front strands are falling and tickling your face. As his pace increases, you hold it tighter and beautiful gasps leave his mouth.

"I- i am comming..."

Soon, the river flooded the land and you felt his warm seed inside your womb. Pace slowing down, Lotor remains the last frictions with his cock still in your vagine.

He pants a chuckle cleaning his sweaty forehead with his forearm. You let out a dizzy smile, reaching out to cup his cheek as your brain process the event, beholding his how graceful he looks.

Releasing his cock, Lotor gently pushes the oozing translucid liquid to inside of you again, rubbing it onto your still sensitive cunt. His ejaculation is so voluminous it feels like every inch of your tube is filled up. The alien man leans in and kisses your cheek:

"You were so great, darling... I... wow! I have no words to describe it. You will be a good mama"

His sudden use of an earthling slang makes you chuckle. How can a man be so sensually irresistible, and seconds later make your heart melt with such an adorable, silly thing? This is a Lotor ability, you guess. He messes with your mind in the better ways possible.

Cleaning up the sweat, you snuggle onto Lotor's chest while calming down your nerves after such a moment. The seed has been implanted to your womb, and Lotor couldn't wait for it to grow.