Castor had always been fascinated by history. He loved nothing more than to lose himself in the stories of the past, imagining what life must have been like for the people who lived in those times. And after indulging in Durdhara, he was sure that it was his destiny to breed them all!
And so, he set the machine for the year 330 BC, the time of Alexander the Great. He stepped inside, closed his eyes, and waited for the machine to do its work.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the middle of a bustling city. The streets were filled with people dressed in togas, and the air was thick with the smell of incense and sweat. He looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of this ancient world.
It wasn't long before he caught sight of a beautiful young woman, her raven hair cascading down her back, her curves on full display in a flowing white dress. Her name was Helena, and she was the daughter of Seleucus Nicator, one of Alexander's most trusted generals.
Castor couldn't take his eyes off of her. He knew that he had to have her, no matter the cost. And so, he followed her, watching as she moved through the crowded streets, her hips swaying hypnotically.
When they finally arrived at her home, he knew that he had to act fast. He snuck inside, hiding in the shadows as she made her way to her bedroom. And when she closed the door behind her, he made his move.
He approached her slowly, his eyes locked on her perfect body. She turned to face him, her eyes wide with fear. But Castor didn't care. He was a man possessed, driven by his desire to dominate and conquer.
He grabbed her roughly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She cried out, trying to escape his grasp, but he was too strong. He pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a fierce kiss.
She struggled against him, but it was no use. He was too powerful, too determined. And so, she surrendered, submitting to his every whim.
He tore off her dress, revealing her naked body beneath. She was perfect, her skin smooth and unblemished, her curves begging to be touched. He ran his hands over her body, reveling in the feel of her soft skin.
He pushed her down onto the bed, his body pressing against hers. She moaned as he entered her, her legs wrapping around his waist. He thrust into her, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.
She cried out, her nails digging into his back. He smiled, relishing in the pain. He was in control, and he was going to make her pay for it.
He fucked her hard, his cock pounding into her over and over again. She moaned and whimpered, her body trembling beneath him. He could feel her climax building, her pussy clenching around his cock.
And then, with one final thrust, he came inside her. She cried out, her body shaking as she came with him. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy.
But Castor wasn't done yet. He had come too far to stop now. He pulled out of her, his cock still hard and ready. He turned her over, pushing her face down onto the bed.
He entered her again, his fingers digging into her hips. She cried out, her voice muffled by the bed. He fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her ass.
And then, just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he came again, filling her up with his seed.
Castor smiled, satisfied. He had taken what he wanted, and he had left his mark on her. He pulled out of her, his cock covered in her juices. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with disgust.
"You're nothing but a whore," he spat. "A filthy, dirty whore."
She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. She didn't say a word, but her eyes spoke volumes.
And then, just like that, Castor was gone. He stepped back into the time machine, setting the controls for the year 2022. He closed his eyes, waiting for the machine to do its work.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in his own time. He smiled, satisfied. He had done it. He had travelled through time, fulfilling his darkest desires.
But as he looked down at his hands, he saw that they were stained with blood. The blood of the countless women he had raped and impregnated, the women he had left behind in the past.
And then, he realized something. He had changed the course of history, leaving behind a trail of destruction in his wake.
He laughed, a cruel, wicked laugh. He didn't care. He was a man of power, a man of conquest. And he was going to do it again.