Gideon Goldbody awoke, as always, an hour before dawn. He stretched, waking the nude woman who slept next to him. He turned on the bedside lamp, then grabbed the covers and threw them off the bed. On this morning of all mornings,  he wanted to witness her total nakedness. She was an older woman, in her mid forties, and fleshy, if not downright fat, but the hair on her head was the color of a natural blonde's, and her public patch was only the slightest bit darker. Her breasts were huge, and they were flabby as well. None of that mattered. She was an aristocrat, royalty, a countess, a true countess, and she was willing to have sex with Gideon Goldbody at any time of day or night, no questions asked.

​     Like right then, for instance, an hour before dawn. Gideon slipped a hand between her legs and kissed the nipple on each breast in turn, then covered her mouth with his so he could jam his tongue down her throat. He slipped himself inside of her and pumped away even as she choked. She recovered enough to kick her legs in the air and pull on his butt cheeks and moan with "pleasure" until he spurted. 

     Then, sweaty, panting, Goldbody rested on his back and waited for his breath to return. He massaged her sex as he said, "So, at last, after so many years of planning, this day had finally arrived."

​     "It's here."

     "Twenty four hours from this moment, and I will be undisputed Master of the Planet Earth."

​     "And I shall be your queen." 

     "All those two hundred nations with their petty squabbles and their ever pettier ambitions. All of that goes into the trash heap as of today." 

     "It all belongs to us, my love." The countess turned on her side so that she could caress her lover.  He had not a single hair anywhere on his body, and his body glowed as golden as sunshine in an iron mist. Also, the countess saw not an ounce of fat. She caressed his manhood until he got hard again. His penis was roughly half the size of any the countess had ever known, but, of course, she didn't let him know that. Instead, she stared adoringly at it like it was as big as a bowling pin.

     "There hasn't been a ruler of the entire world since Alexander," Goldbody went on. "The story of humanity from this moment on will reverberate with my name." 

     "Our names," the countess corrected him. "You will be king, and I will be your queen." 

​     "Of course." Gideon looked down at his own magnificent body, the muscles, the sculpted thighs, the abs and the forearms. And so golden, as golden as a gold bar, and not a hair anywhere to mar the perfection. God, he was proud of himself, proud of his physicality, proud to be just so obviously superior. God-like in a way, in a profound way, as a matter of fact. Just the realization of how much he thought of himself made that part of his body that the countess caressed more rigid than ever. 

​     He whispered into his lover's ear, "Turn over, my darling. On this morning of all mornings, I must take you from the rear." 

     "Of course." She rested on her stomach, her legs slightly spread. Her butt cheeks were as huge and puffy as throw pillows. Goldbody grabbed one in each hand and squeezed as hard as he could.  

     "Ouch!"  

     "Did I hurt you, my treasure? I'm so sorry." He spread her butt cheeks so he could plug himself in. "I hope that doesn't hurt as well." As a matter of fact, she barely felt him back there he was so small, but that was not an observation she would actually make, not when she was less than a day away from being Queen of the World. Instead, she groaned like he hurt her the slightest bit.    

     "So you love me, my queen?" he asked as he stuffed himself inside of her.  

     "I worship the ground you walk on, my darling."

​     "Tell me, Countess, if I peed in your face, would you lap it up and beg for more?"

​     "I'll beg you right now if you'd like."

     Goldbody's thrusts got quicker, more pronounced, more intense. He got ready to climax a second time in less than twenty minutes. "And, tell me, Countess, if I sliced your windpipe in half with a single knife stroke, would you suck me off until the blood completely left your body so that your last moments would be committed to my pleasure?" 

​     "Find a knife. I'll prove my love for you this moment."   

     "That won't be...won't be...aagghhhh!" And out it came, his second glop of jism. As he came this time, he grabbed the countess's skull and twisted it until he heard the neck crack. He pulled himself out of her and wiped himself clean on the discarded sheet even as she took her dying breath. 

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