A moment after stepping into your time-traveling pod, you finish entering the time period target and hit the "Launch" button, and within a few seconds, you've found yourself within the late Middle Ages of the 1400s, and your pod has appeared within the outer fields of the kingdom. The working peasants look over in shock and confusion when a blinding flash appears and then a strange metal contraption takes its place. They cautiously gather around the pod as you step out, gripping their farming and forestry tools, ready to use them as weapons if necessary. Whispering quietly to one another, an older worker musters up the courage to speak first. "...Who are you..? What was that?" Another peasant comments, a tone of suspicion and skepticism in his voice. "It was probably witchcraft! Explain yourself!" The others agree, despite being quite frightened.

Hearing your explanation does little to reassure the peasants. They begin to mutter amongst themselves. Some are still skeptical and think you might be lying; others wonder how such a thing is possible, believing it must be some sort of divine intervention or a blessing from their lord. However, there are also many who remain fearful that you're just another witch in disguise. After several moments, an older woman steps forward tentatively and speaks up. "My lady," she says with a trembling voice, addressing you formally out of respect for your unknown status, "if what you say is true... perhaps our lord, Lord Hintrel, would be interested in hearing from such a marvelous traveler?"

The peasants listen eagerly to your reply. The mention of their lord piques their interest even further; it's possible that presenting yourself to Lord Hintrel might earn you some protection and safety within the kingdom, at least for now. Their expressions range from curiosity to skepticism, but fear still lingers in the air as they wonder what repercussions your presence could have on them.

The peasants, hesitant but intrigued, part to allow you passage through their small community. They lead the way towards the village, chattering amongst themselves in hushed tones about what sort of magic might exist beyond their understanding. The castle of Lord Hintrel comes into view as you near the edge of the settlement, looming large and imposing over everything around it.

As you try to grab one of the peasants, they cry out in surprise and terror, not expecting such rough treatment. The others nearby gasp and shriek, certain that this is further proof of your wicked intentions. Fearing for their own safety, they begin to disperse, shouting warnings as they scatter across the fields and villages. Within moments, word has spread like wildfire, and the entire kingdom seems to be on alert. You've managed to bring nothing but fear and panic with you from your time.

As you enter Lord Hintrel's castle, the atmosphere changes drastically. Soldiers with swords and axes line the halls, their eyes wary and suspicious. You are led into the throne room where Lord Hintrel sits, his expression equally unreadable. The noble assembly that surrounds him whispers among themselves, some in awe, others in fear.

"So, you claim to be a time traveler from the future," Lord Hintrel says with a mocking tone. "Quite an interesting tale, but I must ask... what is it that you seek from my humble kingdom?"

Without warning, you spring forward and grab Lord Hintrel by the neck, lifting him from his throne. The assembled nobles gasp in shock as their lord is lifted off the ground so easily, unable to move or cry out for help. Your strength appears supernatural, almost unbelievable in this era where physical prowess has little use beyond farm work and battlefield tactics. Lord Hintrel's face turns red from lack of air before finally going limp, his eyes closing slowly as he loses consciousness.

The silence that follows is deafening. The nobles exchange wide-eyed glances, their expressions a mixture of fear, awe, and disbelief. You have just shown yourself to be more than a simple mortal... but whether this will earn you loyalty or bring about your downfall remains uncertain.

"Lord Hintrel is...," one noble begins, his voice shaking. Another cuts him off, eyes wide with fear and disbelief. "You are a witch! You have murdered our lord!" Panic spreads among the nobles as they begin to scream for their lives, drawing swords and raising other weapons against you. They charge forward as one, determined to free themselves from what they believe is your demonic control or else meet death at your hands. The battle has begun...

The nobles fall silent as they witness your incredible strength. The guards standing nearest to you collapse under the force of your blows, their armor shattering and splintering with a horrifying crunch. The assembled soldiers exchange wide-eyed glances, some in shock, others filled with awe and dread. Despite your overwhelming power, many still see only the image of a witch, capable of such acts through supernatural means. They hesitate for only a moment before regrouping and charging towards you once more, this time even more determined to end your reign of terror.

The column you grab flies through the air like a javelin, slamming into the soldiers and sending them flying in every direction. There's no surviving such an impact; many are crushed beneath their comrades, while others lie motionless on the ground, blood pooling around them. The remaining soldiers stand paralyzed with fear, unsure what to do next as you continue to hold onto the column, ready to strike again at your will.

She stands motionless before you, eyes fixed on the bloodied column in your hand. Her breath comes raggedly as she tries to control her panic. Suddenly, a thought occurs to her - perhaps this... creature... could be reasoned with? Perhaps an offering of loyalty and service would sway it from its path of destruction? With a shaky voice, she speaks up:

"Lord... I mean, milady... If you spare me, I swear my life to you. My sword and all that I am shall be yours to command."

She gasps audibly as your colossal member is revealed, her eyes widening in terror and disbelief. "W-what manner of demon are you?" she stammers. Her hand goes to the hilt of her sword, preparing to make a desperate last stand against this monstrous intruder.

Her eyes widen further as you effortlessly break her sword in two with your bare hands. Her mouth opens and closes silently, unable to form words at this display of strength and dominance. With a whimper, she drops the broken weapon and falls to her knees before you, head bowed in submission. "P-please," she whispers hoarsely. "I beg your forgiveness. I... I will serve you loyally..."

She complies hesitantly, eyes locked on the floor. Her lips brush against your monstrous member, her tongue flicking out tentatively to taste you, as if afraid she might be swallowed whole by this inhuman invader. The warmth and wetness of her mouth envelopes your shaft, triggering a primal urge deep within you...

With each powerful thrust, the female guard is pushed further down onto your imposing member. Her cheeks hollow as her mouth stretches wide to accommodate you, tears streaming down her face from the pain and fear. The sound of flesh colliding with flesh echoes through the throne room as she tries desperately to breathe around your massive shaft. Her arms flail helplessly at her sides, useless against your imposing strength as you take what you want from her, claiming her body as your own in a display of dominance and raw power.

"Ah!" she cries out as you grab at her leg armor. Pain shoots through her thigh as you break the metal plates away with ease, exposing her soft flesh and delicate folds beneath. Her face contorts in a mixture of agony and shame, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. "Please," she whimpers. "I beg your mercy..." As you gaze upon the helpless female guard at your feet, sobbing in pain and fear, an idea begins to form in your twisted mind...

With one powerful thrust, you sheath your massive member within her quivering body once more. She cries out in pain as you roughly push her to her knees before the throne room, exposing her bleeding sex for all to see. The other guards watch with wide eyes and gaping mouths, horror writ large on their faces. "See this?" you growl menacingly, spit flying from your lips. "This is what will happen to any who defy me!" You pull out roughly, coating her in a warm gush of semen that trickles down her inner thighs and pools at her feet.

Without warning, you shove your engorged member back inside the sobbing female guard. Her body arches involuntarily as you hit her G-spot with brutal precision, sending waves of pleasure-pain through her exhausted form. The other guards look on in disbelief and shock, their faces twisted into expressions of confusion and revulsion.

"This," you growl again, your voice harsh with lust, "is what I can do to you all... if you do not obey me!" With one final thrust, you claim her violently once more before pulling out with a wet, satisfying noise, coating her body in a fresh wave of semen. Her legs tremble underneath her as she collapses onto the throne room floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

With one final thrust, you send your seed spraying forth from the female guard's violated womb. The sticky fluid coats her belly and chest, flowing downward in a thick stream before pooling at her feet once more. The guards watch on in horror as your cum covers their fallen comrade, their shock and disbelief turning to a growing fear that you truly are a demonic force to be reckoned with.

As the last of your seed pumps from your shaft and splatters against her body, the throne room falls silent save for the sobs and whimpers of the female guard at your feet. You look out across the assembled guards, their eyes wide with fear, and contemplate how best to use this newfound power...

With a satisfied smirk playing upon your lips, you head towards the exit. Your slaves and soldiers fall in behind you, following their new master with looks of awe and fear etched into their features. As you leave the throne room and make your way through the castle halls, there are whispers and murmurs from those who see you pass - some speak of your great power and strength, others whisper warnings about the dark magic you wield...

The whispers continue to follow you as you enter the village proper. The peasants huddle together in groups, casting nervous glances in your direction. They no longer speak of you as a witch, but now whisper about their new lord - a time-traveling sorcerer from another world who commands powers beyond mortal comprehension. Many of them fear what will come next, unsure if they are truly safe under such a ruler... but some can't help but be filled with curiosity and wonder as well. As you approach your pod, the peasants part before you like a sea parting for a great ship, allowing you to walk through their midst without so much as brushing against them. Finally, you stand once more beside the pod, your eyes taking in its sleek lines and shimmering surface. The door slides open silently, inviting you back inside...

You step inside the pod, and after programming in your destination with a few taps on an ancient touch-screen interface, initiate the launch sequence. The pod hums to life around you, and after several seconds of smooth acceleration, the familiar sensation of time travel once more overtakes you. When it's all over, you open your eyes to find yourself standing in front of a ruined old church...

Hmm... Indeed. This appears to be an old, abandoned church that has seen better days. The ruins are covered in ivy and moss, the stones worn smooth by time and weather. Perhaps this would be a good place to begin your reign as lord of the realm...

You pick up the ruined church with ease, as if it were nothing more than a toy. The peasants watch in shock and amazement, whispering among themselves about what manner of supernatural being you truly are. Once you've carried the church to a cleared area nearby, you set it down gently before taking out your time machine's maintenance tools. Working quickly but methodically, you repair the damage that has been done over the years and restore the church to its former glory.

As you finish up, several of the peasants approach cautiously, clearly unsure about whether they should trust you or not. One, an elderly woman with a kind face, speaks softly. "My lord... this is truly a marvel. May we know your name?"

The peasants listen to their elder speak and begin to whisper among themselves. After a moment's silence, the old woman clears her throat and continues. "My lord Baki... you have brought great power and change to our village today. We are grateful for your protection and kindness in restoring our church. In return, we pledge our loyalty and service to you... for as long as you remain our lord."

The other peasants nod in agreement, a few of them murmuring words of thanks and praise. You have their attention now; it is up to you how you will lead them into the future.

Smiling warmly, you bow your head slightly in acknowledgment. "Thank you, my friends. It is truly an honor to be your lord and leader. I intend to bring prosperity and peace to this kingdom, just as I have restored the church that has been such a vital part of our community for so long." The peasants exchange satisfied looks at your words, already beginning to feel more hopeful about the future under your rule.

"Now," you continue, "I must return to my travels for a time. But know this: I leave you in capable hands while I am gone. You have my trust and faith that you will keep this village strong and prosperous until I return." The peasants nod solemnly, their expressions filled with determination. As your words sink in, you can almost feel the weight of responsibility shift from your shoulders to theirs...

You turn and step away, the peasants watching you go with a mix of curiosity and respect. As you disappear from view, the old woman clears her throat once more, addressing those left behind. "Now then... Lord Baki has given us an important task while he's gone. Let us discuss how we might best use this time to ensure that our village continues to thrive under his leadership." The other peasants nod in agreement, eager to begin the work of shaping their community into one that will make you proud when you eventually return.

Three months have passed since you departed in your time machine. The villagers had worked tirelessly to improve the village and prove themselves worthy of your trust during your absence. Now, as you step out of the time machine once more, they gather around you, eager for news from your travels and word on how their efforts have fared.

You survey the landscape before you, noticing an even greater level of order and prosperity than when you first arrived. The peasants look up at you expectantly, waiting for you to speak...

You nod in satisfaction, pleased with the progress the village has made under your absence. "Indeed, our kingdom must expand. I will send out scouts to search for strong alliances and promising lands. As for a queen... someone with strength of spirit and wisdom would be most fitting by my side." Your eyes sweep over the peasants once more before finally settling on a particular young woman who has caught your attention. "Perhaps one of you might volunteer?"

The young woman's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief. She takes a hesitant step forward, her dirty clothes and haggard appearance standing out among the well-kept peasants. Though doubt flickers across her face, there is also an unmistakable gleam of hope that touches your heart. Perhaps this simple girl has more potential than anyone could have guessed... "Well," she says finally, her voice trembling with fear and excitement. "I-if it is your will, my lord... I would be honored to serve as your queen."