The crimson sun of Hala bled across the ochre sands, painting the landscape in hues of blood and dust. Rayyan stood amidst the carnage, his hard light sword dripping with the lifeblood of Hala’s holy men. The light of his blade made his rich umber skin glow. 

The inhabitants of Hala were a peaceful people. They were nomads who roamed the desolate plains, their faith woven into the very fabric of their existence. Yet, faith could not withstand the cold, efficient might of the Uhurian Empire.

The Uhurian Empire, once a beacon of exploration and advancement, has since morphed into an unstoppable war machine, seeking to impose its will upon the cosmos. Hala was considered by many within the galaxy to be distant and relatively worthless. A planet like Hala was a prime target for the Uhurian Empire.

Rayyan, a warrior born from the crucible of war, had risen through the ranks of the Empire with the ruthlessness of a storm. His name echoed across conquered worlds, a whispered word that instilled fear in the hearts of the meek and admiration in the eyes of the ambitious. His physique, a testament to the Uhurian race’s genetic superiority, was as imposing as his reputation. At six foot five and two hundred seventy-five pounds of solid muscle, he was a walking fortress, his white eyes, devoid of iris or pupil, reflecting the chilling emptiness he felt the entire thing. He lowered his blade, the cold light fading, leaving a single priest kneeling before him, his face buried in the sand. He could sense the man’s terror, a quivering in his body that resonated with the despair of a species on the brink of annihilation.

“What is your name?” Rayyan’s voice, deep and resonant, echoed in the silence.

The priest trembled, his voice a barely audible rasp. “Meni.”

Rayyan gestured towards the scattered bodies that littered the sand. “Look at this, Meni. Is this what your faith is worth? We gave you many chances, and offered surrender. Why did you resist?”

Meni looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and a defiant glint. “What did you expect, Uhurian? We are Hala, we are faith. We would never kneel to a conqueror.”

Rayyan smirked as two more Uhurians, clad in the obsidian armor of the Empire, stepped behind Rayyan, their faces emotionless. “I let you live, Meni. I let you live to lead your people forward. The Uhurians don’t conquer for nothing. We bring progress, advancement. Hala, under our rule, will become the planet it was meant to be.”

“These two will oversee Hala’s development. They will guide your people, ensure that you prosper under Uhurian rule.”

Meni’s gaze remained fixed on Rayyan, his fear giving way to a bitter understanding. “What ... What do you want me to do?”

Rayyan's smirk widened. “Enjoy the advancement, Meni. Enjoy the progress the Uhurians will bring to your world.”

He turned and walked away, leaving behind the priest and the two soldiers. His footsteps echoed in the emptiness, his thoughts consumed by Anissa, his lover, who awaited him on their warship, ready to celebrate another victory.

The warship blasted off of the planet as the crimson sunset faded, leaving Hala bathed in the cold light of the distant stars. The Uhurian Empire had come, and with it, the promise of progress. But it was always a progress often arriving at the cost of a shattered world waiting to be reborn.

The vastness of space pressed against the viewport of the Uhurian warship, a tapestry of stars stretching endlessly in every direction. Rayyan stood in the cockpit, his silhouette stark against the swirling nebulae. Normally, his hand would be on the controls, guiding the ship through the cosmic dance. But today, the vessel hummed on autopilot, its destination: Uhuru, the home of the Uhurian Empire.

Behind him, the planet Hala hung in the distance, a pale white marble scarred by the fiery aftermath of conquest. Rayyan, the conquering warlord, had just added another jewel to the Uhurian crown. A sense of quiet pride mingled with the weariness of battle. The hiss of the cockpit door shattered the silence. Rayyan didn’t turn, the familiar clink of alloy on alloy a stark contrast to the symphony of the stars. 

Anissa’s voice, a melodious whisper, broke through the quiet. “Forgot you’re on my ship, Rayyan?” Her hand settling on his back, a warmth that spread through him like a sunbeam. “I’ll find my way to you eventually,”

Rayyan turned to face her, his breath catching in his throat. Anissa’s eyes, like pools of shimmering silver, held a knowing smile. She stood before him, utterly bare, her body a testament to the strength and beauty of their people. Her posture was always proud, a reflection of the Uhurian spirit, her chocolate skin gleaming under the soft light of the cockpit.

She was tall, five foot ten with a muscular yet curvaceous frame adorned with intricate scars that whispered of battles won and sacrifices made. Her silver eyes, piercing and wise, held his gaze, their depths unfathomable. Her hair, a tapestry of tight silver braids, cascaded down her back, each one intertwined with threads of black, a shimmering crown. Her breasts were large and firm, a promise of passion, while her abs were a chiseled six-pack. 

“Do you truly know what I need, Anissa?” Rayyan finally asked, his voice rough with the weight of his unspoken thoughts.

“I have a good idea, given the way you're covered in blood.” A playful smirk touched her lips, her gaze lingering on the crimson stains. “You need release, Rayyan.”

He felt the familiar tightness in his loins, his blood thrumming with the primal need she so easily identified. He knew what she meant, what she offered. He was a warrior, a conqueror, and she was the goddess of his desires. But he fought against the pull, his mind refusing to be consumed by base urges. 

“I need the planets to stop resisting,” He said, his voice low and resolute. “If they would just accept the positive change we bring, the grace of the Uhurian Empire, then we wouldn’t have to raze their civilizations to dust before rebuilding them.”

Anissa stepped closer, her silver gaze unwavering. “Remember the purpose of our Empire, Rayyan,” Her voice carried the weight of a thousand stars. “We are the light in the darkness of the cosmos. We are the beacon of advancement throughout the galaxy.” She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “Disengage your armor, Rayyan.”

Her words were a balm on his soul, reminding him of the greater purpose they served. He knew he was doing what was needed, that their sacrifices were building a better future. Violence was never the goal, but a necessary evil. He felt her kiss on his cheek, her touch a gentle reminder of the strength that lay within him. 

“When the time comes for us to lead. I will be proud to serve by your side, Rayyan. You are making a real difference, a difference that will echo through the ages.”

Her hand found his, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. He felt the pull of her gaze, the promise of release she offered. He began to disengage his armor, the metal plates falling away, revealing the man beneath. 

“Let me give you the release you need, Rayyan.” 

He met her gaze, his heart pounding against his ribs. He kissed her, surrendering to the moment, the vastness of space fading away, leaving only the heat of their passion.

Soon, Rayyan found himself in the pilot’s seat. The ship was still on autopilot. It was for the best as Anissa’s body welcomed his manhood without hesitation as the rhythm of her hips was immediately at her top speed. She began easing up and down on his hardness before grinding on him. Shivers of delight slid through Anissa when Rayyan snatched a tightened grasp on her waist. Without warning, he began assisting her, so when she came back on his down stroke, he’d sit her back down on his erection. His toes curled and he moaned with his thrust as the two somehow gathered even more speed. 

“Mmmmmmmmm. Yesssss. Give it to me! Oh more!” She moaned as she softly bounced on Rayyan. 

Anissa’s hands went from being planted flat on his chest to gripping his shoulder with one hand and raking her nails across his chest with the other. The first few minutes they kept it slow and steady but before long, Rayyan was ramming her like a feral beast. Anissa threw her head back and screamed.

“Ohhhh Rayyan.” She cried out as his entire body shook and she rode him faster … and faster. “Yeahhhhhhh. Release for me. Get all that tension out. I’ve got you even if no one else does!”

Anissa’s encouragement made Rayyan gritted his teeth as his own body began to jerk uncontrollably the harder he slammed into her. Pulling her forward, he locked his arms around her and pummeled her orgasm button within. “Yesssssss! Yes. Don’t stop until you need to. I can take it. Don’t stop, Rayyan! Please, don’t!”

Between the way Rayyan had her angled mixed with him sucking her breasts with the perfect suction, Anissa’s toes curled, her nipples hardened into rocks, her breathing became scattered and she shook so hard when she climaxed a second time.  Rayyan was almost there. Sliding his hands down to her butt, he grabbed Anissa’s cheeks and plunged deep in her. The feel of him completely inside of her, triggered one of the biggest orgasms he’d ever had.

“Anissa. Ahhhhhhh!” That was some good fucking.” Rayyan breathed hard against her neck as he softly pushed into her warmth once more. “Thank you. I needed that.” 

Anissa kissed Rayyan, chuckling. “I know you did.”