In the ancient land of the God Averon, deep within the luxurious, crafted palace the sound of bodies hitting each other filled the vastness of the throne room where the God was nestled in. He sat atop his throne, his legs spread far and wide, as he felt the tongue of the succubi work on his humongous shaft, licking it from top to bottom, tracing each vein with her tongue. Oh how far she had fallen. Raped on the day of his descent on her kingdom, she was once a famed general among the humans who had been selected to be a part of his elite Succubus Kingsguard.

On the other side was one of his newly inducted broodmothers, servicing his balls, taking one into her mouth at a time. Her massive tits heaving from the breathlessness she subjected herself to in order to satisfy his craving.

With his hands at the back, he let the two of them pleasure him. At the same time, the succubi used one of her fingers to delve deeper into her own snatch as he muffled her moans by stuffing his musky balls into her mouth, coating them with her saliva.

His eyes opened, suddenly, as if awoken by a deep, intense state of meditation. He peered into the Infinity mirror right next to him, coursing his gaze over each of his dominions, trying to figure out who was chanting these prayers to him. He pushed the two of his servers aside, ready to tend to the calls of his followers. “I have urgent business to tend to.” he said, waving his hands, as he noticed the succubi and broodmother getting involved with each other, kissing and petting one another now that the object of their affection was gone. He stepped towards the infinity mirror, ready to cross to the other side and see what was it that had disturbed him. As he approached it, his left hand picked up his greatsword, Drazenaar, filled to the brim with souls of his conquests. He muttered a prayer under his breath as he soon disappeared into the Infinity Mirror.

Princess Carmella laid atop the altar, clad in a gauzy white gown, sheer and fluttering in the rising wind. The priests surrounding her were growing more animated by the moment, their chanting growing in volume and pace as the sky darkened above them.

Her father, a warrior king, clutched her mother beside him, stoically observing the ritual as his wife stifled sobs, her wet eyes locked with her daughter.

They all knew this was Carmella’s destiny. She’d been promised since birth, attended to every moment of her life in preparation for this night. She’d studied and preened, every day a step closer to being presented to the warrior god that would be her husband.

As soon as she was old enough she was educated in the ways of pleasing a man, spending her days in study and her evenings surrounded by the strongest serving men, but she knew no amount of cocks, no amount of men filling her, would compare for what was to come.

She steeled herself, determined, her fear suppressed by her excitement at finally being given the chance to prove she was worthy of being a goddess to her god, the savior of her kingdom.

With a slash of lightning and a blinding flash, she knew, it was about to begin. And she ached with anticipation.

The sky thundered and lit up with an otherworldly light, changing its hue ever so often – to the extent that it would perhaps blind someone close enough to it. The aura was growing ever so ominous as a bolt of thunder hit the ground – right in the middle of the stairs to the temple of Averon. A monument carved in his honor – decorated with tales of his conquest.

Once the dust and smoke from the thunder cleared, it was apparent. In the middle of a large crater stood the Godly being. Two massive horns added to his already hulking 10 foot frame, his musculature visible thanks to the lack of any clothing on his body. The only piece of clothing on his body was a white loincloth that hung between his legs – doing nothing to hide the monstrous member that he had. Thick, veiny and still coated with the juices of his personal fuck toys, it was big enough to put a grown man’s leg to shame. And it hadn’t even attained full strength yet.

He looked at the mass of people in front of him, scanning each one of them. Taking just a bit longer to look at Princess Carmella, his eyes meeting hers for a few seconds before moving on to her mother, and her father, the king. “King Beliaz, why have you called for my aid?” his voice burst out, the depth and brooding nature of his voice enough to send weak hearted enemies fleeing. Right behind him was a wall of the temple, singing his praises. The one right above his head was of the time when he had claimed the Sheyvaani priestess after she had defied him, the tale etched into the annals forever ever since.

His eyes went back to the Princess, as he awaited the answer to his question, but looked at her. He knew. He knew what was to happen.

Her father, her mother, the assembled priests and guards, all of them started and froze as Averon shattered the earth and appeared to answer their call. Except for her. She rose up from her prone position, resting on her elbows as she took in his form. He looked much as she expected, and this pleased her.

Finally she met his gaze, and held it. She did not flinch. She didn’t want to appear unworthy, because she knew she was. It was all she existed for.

When he called out to her father, the older warrior flinched again. He stammered a bit, before finding his voice and answering the god. Her mother was a mess of sobs, burying her face in her father’s fur before the king shoved her away with a curse, the guards leading her away.

“Lord Averon!” He boomed, holding his sword out in a show of respect and fealty. “Once again our kingdom is in need of your power. As is the pact, in exchange for your blessings…” He glanced to his daughter, seemingly entranced by the demon god. “We offer you a bride of our blood!”

Carmella shivered as her father spoke. Not with fear, but anticipation. She finally broke the gods gaze, but only because the massive, swinging beast of a cock had drawn her gaze. The sight excited her more than anything she’d ever beheld.

Averon listened intently, his arms spread out on either side of his massive shoulders. “You shall have it, Beliaz.” he said, thinking to himself for a minute. “What threat looms over your kingdom?” he asked, assessing how to deal with the situation at hand.

“I understand you have trained my bride to please me… who was involved?” he asked him, as he took steps towards the Princess. Such was the size of his massive member, that each step he took not only shook the ground beneath his feet but also made the monstrosity of a cock dangles. He had more than one pair of eyes on it, and he could tell. For a while, even some of the royal maidens had been gawking at it, before they realized they needed to behave.

He came within inches of Princess Carmella, as he began circling her, akin to a merchant trader assessing a piece of meat. His cock was already at work, rising ever so slowly as his veins throbbed with his god-seed, his balls releasing his potent musk in the air. He shoved the tip of his sword on the ground, positioning it there. No other man could touch it, without risking going insane from all the voices of the souls trapped within. “Answer me, King.” he said again, his eyes shifting to the other women amongst the crowd, his nose picking up the smell of fertility from each of them.

Carmella’s eyes followed Averon, but she didn’t dare move yet. She would be ready for him when he decided he wanted her. She took in the immense girth of the god cock he wielded beneath the loin cloth, every now and then catching a glimpse of the swollen head or a bulging vein.

It should have been impossible for her to take or please something of that size, had it not been for her preparation throughout the years, as her father explained.

“Lord Averon,” he shouted to be heard, “She has been aided by every priestess we have. Every spell and blessing you have handed down has been imbued within her so that she might be your perfect vessel.” And it was true. Those blessings were his, given to her people so that she would be able to…accommodate his size.

“She has been with men beyond counting” her father boomed, taking a knee in reverence as Averon neared. “And she has not failed to please them and leave them quaking. She has been sufficiently trained and defiled in waiting for you, my lord.”

Carmella was growing more eager. This was her purpose and she could feel the electricity sparking in the air. This was her time.

Averon finally stopped circling the voluptuous Princess like a predator on its hunt, hearing the King answer him. He inched closer to Carmella, his cock hardening to full strength now, bending his loincloth into unimaginable shapes. Both his god cock and balls quaked with his step, the protruding shaft being mere inches away from touching Princess Carmella now. “I am pleased, King.” he finally broke the silence, saying the words that had kept the whole assembled mass of people on edge. “Ask me for whatever you wish. Do you want my legionnaires? Do you wish for me to step into battle yourself? Ask and I shall grant. Right before I take what’s mine.” the emphasis on the last word was apparent, as he resumed looking at Carmella, coming even closer to her.

He bent down, his massive frame towering heads and shoulders above everyone, which meant he had to bend one knee and lean down to address his soon to be wife. “I hope you can please me Princess. I can already smell what’s going on between your legs… We haven’t even gotten started yet.” he spoke to her, his warm breath hitting her ears with each word whispered. He got back up straight, looking at the crowd.

“Your Kingdom shall be protected, King. Ask for a favour now or forever hold your words. What assistance would you need.” he said, his hands slowly wavering over Carmella’s head and toying with her brunette hair, the first time he had touched her. And he had grand plans for her.

As Averon halted his circling and announced his pleasure, the assembled onlookers seemed to deflate, letting out a relieved breath almost as one. Save for the princess. She was not yet ready to gasp her relief, not until Averon had given her the relief she truly craved.

Before her, the girls offered to him weren’t worthy as far as she was concerned. They viewed themselves as a sacrifice, but not Carmella. In mere moments she would be a goddess, something those trifling girls did not understand. She wouldn’t merely let Averon fuck her. She would fuck him. So well she would shame every cunt succubi ever to draw breath.

His touch, his fingers in her hair, made her quake with anticipation. If he thought her shivering was fearful, she would show him otherwise. In response to his question, she met his gaze and whispered, just for him. “I will please you husband. I’ve been ready for you since I was a child…Allow me to show you what I’ve learned ” She said, smirking at him, not to mock, but to prove she was not afraid to be his bride.

“My lord” her father shouted, interrupting her thoughts. “Your troops, alongside our own, will win us our kingdom. That is all we ask.” He said.

Averon heard her quip back at him, smiling to himself at her confidence. It wasn’t the first time he had seen it. They all would think they could match up to a God – only to be truly broken and shown their place as they begged for both mercy and more of his cock. Naturally, he didn’t make much of her words, knowing full well that there was no way any amount of training could have helped her prepare for what was about to hit her.

His thoughts are broken off by the pleas of the King before him. Averon raises his hand, almost motioning for the King to stop. He picks up his sword with a tight grip of his hands as he mutters some words to himself, slicing three quick and successive tears into the very fabric of this world it seemed. It opened some sort of a gate, as a flurry of his famed legionnaires poured forth. They were massive in their own right, though when contextualised by his presence, they seemed like children. Their true size only became apparent as they began reaching the mass of humans. A succubi poured forth, one of the Kingsguard. “Vizakha, I want you to aid the king. Whatever it takes.” he commanded her, before looking up at the king. “King Beliaz, my legionnaires are yours to command. Vizakha will lead ten thousand of them into battle at the head of your forces. Should you desire more, just ask her, and their inexhaustible numbers will be at your call.” he looked around, seeing the terrified faces of the human crowd, sensing their fear as they looked at legions of monsters. “Do not worry, they will not lay a finger on any of you. They are here to protect you.” his voice boomed in the air, as the incoming horde filed into rows and columns, with the Succubi at their tip, bowing down to their lord.

Averon finally laid his hands on the Princess, running his fingers through the scalp of her head. He pulled her up by her hair, almost brutally, as he brought her to her feet. His strength was visible, as he lifted her whole body into one hand, laying her over his right shoulder, feeling the soft skin of her belly rub against his own skin. His head turned to her, “Where would you want us to consummate this marriage, Carmella?” he said, taking her name for the first time. Whether it was a real choice or an illusion of one was something that remained to be seen, as he waited for her answer. “You will remember this.”

Carmella gasped as he grasped a fistful of her hair and drew her up, flinging her over his shoulder effortlessly. She gripped his neck tightly to keep from falling, but it wasn’t necessary.

When he proposed the question, and used her true name, she shivered. It was time. And she was ready. But she was unsure why he wished to take her anywhere but here, and she asked as much, her breath hot on his cheek as she turned her head to speak over the din of the howling horde.

“Why not here then, so that they all might remember it my husband?” She trembled as she spoke, with anticipation, with lustful hunger.

“Make me your queen in front of your subjects lord.” She said pleadingly.

He could feel it. The smell of longing and lust. His face didn’t display it but his cock twitched at the mention of her wanting to be claimed there and then. His hand grabbed one of her ass cheeks, giving it a tight squeeze, as he landed her off his shoulders – albeit a lot more rashly than he realized. Having thrown her to the ground, he stood there, right in the middle of the altar. His hand moved, this time to rid his body of the single piece of loincloth covering him as he revealed a truly monstrous god cock. Multiple veins ran through it, almost as if about to pop out while it’s thickness and size seemed unbelievable. There were still traits of saliva all over it, shining ever so lightly in the night.

He closed the gap between himself and the Princess, bringing his cock right over her head, as it slapped against her forehead gently with his step forward. At the other end, Vizakha let out a sigh, her wetness growing as she was about to witness something she had gotten so used to. But this time – it was an initiation.

“Here you go, Carmella.” he said, “I hope you’re ready to please a God. I am sure your father would appreciate it very much if we were to sire him an heir right now, right here.” he said to her, admiring her, as his hands tore into her royal clothing, bringing her bare in front of him. She would be his by the end of the ritual and so would this fertile body.

Carmella landed hard, but rose to her knees immediately, unphased. She would surpass any of his previous brides because she’d prepared more than any of those wispy cunts. They relied on those petty spells, but didn’t prepare their bodies. She’d trained in combat, because she fully understood that pleasing Averon would be a type of combat. And that’s all she desired. She was not the first, but she would be the last of his brides.

She bit her lip to stifle a gasp at the sight of his beautiful, massive shaft, tipped by a thick, throbbing head, pouring precum for her already.

She reached out with both hands as he stripped her, grasping the heavy weight of his enormous fucking flesh spear in both her hands, caressing it lovingly. All the while she gazed at her father, long and determined, until he looked away. He was ashamed. She was not.

Finally, she caught the eye of Vizakha, seeing the jealousy there. She didn’t fear his monstrous horde any more than she feared her husband.

Finally, at long last, she had him. She bowed her head in worship. Worship of his magnificent cock, her lips and tongue bathing him, savoring it, her eyes gazing up to meet his as she kissed and slurped, spitting on his fat shaft and stroking it in, making him ready.

Averon’s face lit up with a devious smile as he saw her recover quickly from the impact and get on her knees to work her way on his shaft. Was this something he would see continuously or was it just the excitement that a beginner showed before being wrecked by otherworldly pleasure? He would find out.

He felt her hands struggle to envelope his cock, followed by her lips and her tongue. The glans or the tip of his cock was already inside her, reveling in her wetness. It was no doubt she had been trained, and he grew slightly eager to test the limits of his new found companion. It didn’t take a wizard to know that there was a clear mismatch in size – and Averon knew it too.

As Carmella got his member good and ready, his hand began caressing her head, grabbing her hair in a ball as he slowly began forcing her deeper on to his cock. His other hand moved to her tit, giving it a squeeze as he explored the wetness and warmth of her mouth. He looked up as he made her head bob up and down on his massive fuckstick, some of the soldiers and onlookers were watching intently, while some were ashamed of witnessing their Princess that way. “Take me in balls deep, Princess.” he said, finding her oral resistance grow as he felt it harder to make inroads in her mouth, but there was no way he’d let her go.

Carmella moaned against his bulbous cock head, stretching past her lips and nestling on her tongue. Her mouth was already filled with saliva, a mix of spit and precum already pouring down her chin as she bobbed slowly on his meaty shaft. She rested her palms on his powerful thighs, aware of the eyes on her. Fuck them. Let them see what she could do.

When he twisted up her hair and pulled her deeper, she choked and gagged a little, the sheer enormity of his fucking cock simply unreal. But that’s what the blessings were for. No matter what he did, she could take it. At least her body could.

She breathed deeply through her nose, swallowing hard, the loud ULP ULP ULP of her gulping resonating down his shaft. Her eyes teared up, but she was ecstatic. She would be his beautiful slut bride, and drain his balls better than any of his vapid succubi concubines.

Averon’s grip over her hair tightened, his hips thrusting forward slightly as they served to push him deeper into her welcoming mouth. His eyes glistened with a desire that only his concubines knew of, as he felt her gulping down deeper and deeper onto his massive cock.

He pulled her back, letting her catch her breath, a strong of cum still connecting her cock-sucking lips and the tip of his shaft. Before she could regain her breath, his hand moves ahead, shoving her face down on his cock again, slamming her deeper. As his pelvis moves in unison with his hand pushing her head, his big balls dangle back and forth. They create a lustful sound as they slap against his rock-hard cock as he devours Carmella’s mouth.

“Yes, Carmella my slut. Take it deeper. Take me all in.” he says to her, as his thrusts become more intense and violent, his entire body moving in the direction of her mouth. He pushes his cock halfway in her mouth, sensing the discomfort on her face, but proceeds to hold her there, gagging her as he laughs to the crowd around him. “Very worthy, it seems.” he says, as he finally relents and lets her slide up and down again. “You did well to raise this one, King.”

Carmella fought to breathe as Averon ravaged her mouth, but she never lost his gaze. After letting her catch her breath, she kept her determined stare as she licked her lips, before he forced her lips back to his towering beast of a cock, impaling her throat again and again.

The loud, wet, slurping sounds of her eager throating threatened to drown out the din of the crowd, or perhaps they were simply growing quieter as they watched, rapt, amazed at the fleshy princess with her pillow curves having her face fucked with such fervor.

Her father hung his head, but one of the succubi grasped him by the nape of his neck and pulled him closer, forcing him to watch as Averon punched every throbbing, veiny inch of his fuck sword into his daughters impossibly tight throat. And to his shame, he felt a stirring in his own loins.

“This is the price you paid, King” the succubi rasped mockingly. “Enjoy the spectacle.”

And a spectacle it was indeed, with Averon grunting his satisfaction, his balls swinging in time with Carmella’s pendulous tits, moaning like a bitch in heat as her lord serviced her throat.

Averon roared in victorious laughter. It was a victory indeed. Time and again, they would cave into their circumstances and provide him with more meat. More concubines. More breeding pigs. Such was the fascination that mankind had with the concept of power.

He pounded her throat harder, not caring a bit for the Princess who was reeling from her first encounter with the demonic God. He pulled her head back up, looking at the breathlessness of her face with a smirk on his face. “We’re just getting started, Princess Carmella.” he said, as one of his hands moved across to land a slight slap on the side of her cheek, before doing the same to her bulbous tits, making them quake upon impact.

He pulled her head down again, this time, forcing her to trace each of his throbbing, bulging veins with her tongue. His cock had already shot a spunk of precum, which served to form a small puddle on the ground between their bodies as Carmella sucked her God.

On the other end, the succubus Vizakha, had begun humiliating the king, making him watch. The succubus’ hand traversed down, over the King’s crotch “Do you enjoy seeing your little slut being pounded like that? I bet your wife would. Wouldn’t she? Or would she pray it was her instead of the Princess?”

Carmella gasped for breath as Averon pulled her punished throat from his cock, her chest heaving as she sucked in air from the assault on her mouth. It was a challenge, her greatest, but she was determined.

Even as he brought his hand down and slapped her face, she simply spit to the side, her cunt quivering as he struck her. Again, when his palm slapped across her full tits, harder, making them slap together, she squealed in surprise, but it just made her wetter.

As he pulled her hair and dragged her lips along his mammoth shaft, dripping and slick with her spit and his thick precum, her eyes caught her father’s.

The king stood near them, a succubus at his back, his loin cloth tented over his rigid hardness as the demon caressed it and whispered in his ear.

The sight only made Carmella more feverish with lust. The wrongness of it all, the electric energy Averon gave her…she simply looked up into his eyes, and in a spontaneous moment of silence from the now crushingly close crowd, she said.

“More, husband…show them.”

Carmella’s words landed on his ear and spurred something inside him. They awoke something. It felt like music to his ears, the willingness of one of his wives to show to the world who she belonged to and the lengths she would go to in order to please her lord. “We will show them…” he spoke to her, making her gag on his cock again, as he surveyed the crowd.”We will show them together, Carmella. Your screams will show them.” he smiled devilishly, as he pulled her up and began a different kind of assault on her face. His massive fuck spear of a cock slapped against her face repeatedly, as every contact sent out goblets of cum flying around, each landing on a different target.

A few goblets drop to the ground while a few drop on her curvaceous body. His assault continues, his cock hammering against her face. Only stopping to be shoved into her mouth again for her to gag on it. This cycle continues, each subsequent cycle making her delve deeper onto his cock.

That is, until he pulls her head up and pushes her to the ground. His hand runs over his cock, as he collects the remnant of her juices and sprinkles it on top of her. He towers over her, his cock massive and ready to tear into its target, small linings of cum dripping down from it onto her body. “I hope you are ready for your God.” he says, his cock big enough to tear through her with ease, as he smiles.

Carmella grinned wildly as he spoke, nodding her willingness, before he buried his cock within her mouth again. After a few strokes he pulled free, slapping his massive shaft along her face. She squealed, but immediately looked back up to catch his gaze. And he slapped her again, every luscious curve of her body quivering, but she recovered. Again and again she felt the sweet sting of his thick, monstrous rod against her flesh, and she took it.

Finally, he turned her round, face against the cool stone, her body quivering and dripping with his precum and the sweat of her exertion, her full, round ass in the air for him, ready to be his bitch, seeing her father mere feet away, the succubus now stroking his cock as he watched a god king prepare to ravage his daughter.

Carmella held her father’s stare, even as she reached back to spread her thighs for her husband, begging him to take her, speaking as she never had before.

“Yes my lord…take my fucking cunt. Make me yours and fill me with your hot fucking seed.”

Averon chuckled. To see a Princess – a voluptuous ball of endless lust and passion -, being reduced to someone who couldn’t wait to be bred by him made his manhood swell, both with pride and lust. He inched closer to her, her ass hanging in the air longingly for him to truly claim as his, her womanhood exposed to him as he tried to make space for him. Did she really think it would be enough?

He came closer, the tip of his cock now glazing over her pussy lips, rubbing against them. He tried shoving it in, the tip’s spear itself stretching her hole to an unprecedented size. He pulled back, withdrawing momentarily.

What happens next surprises the Princess as well as everyone present, as he goes down on her. His breath hits her butt cheeks, then her pussy. The warm, deep breaths of a God inching closer. He digs in, his lizard-like tongue wiggling up and down, as it initially traces your pussy lips, before delving into her wetness. His lips make contact, suckling and playing with his new toy’s insides. The sound of his tongue flapping inside her filling the silence, as his hands clutch on to her butt, squeezing them and spreading them apart for what’s to come.

“UUHH! YESSS!” Carmella hissed a squeal, her long nails digging into the stone beneath her, her entire body quaking at the touch of this impossibly large cock against her petite pussy. She knew the blessings would prevent him from actually damaging her, but the size…it was too much. But she knew she must take it.

Just when she felt him attempt to push deeper, he stopped, and she almost moaned her despair. Had she failed him? Had he rejected her? No…she felt him. Felt his breath. And his hands. And finally, his tongue. His beautiful tongue, bathing her sweet cunt as he knelt behind her.

“Oohhhh my…” She moaned, gasping as she spread her knees, her thighs wider, opening up for him, and almost laughing aloud at the debauchery around them.

She hadn’t realized it, but as Averon had begun to take her, the assembled crowd was now in various stages of their own revelry, sucking and grinding and moaning. Even the king, grunting with effort as that succubus swallowed his man sized cock, slurping lewdly as she worked to suck his balls empty.

Averon’s tongue explored the moist caverns of her insides, as it swept each and every inch of her wetness. It stopped, but only so that his jagged teeth could grind against the pussy lips of the woman sprawled out in front of him. His wife. His bitch. And his property.

As he heard her moan, he grew aggressive, his mouth going deeper into her cunt, even his bovine nose invading her cunt, spreading it far apart, as it exhaled within her cunt, the breath(s) hitting her insides – something that she had perhaps never been exposed to before.

His hands had been working too, slowly spreading her legs apart along with her ass cheeks. Preparing her for what was to come. His tongue continued its assault, playing with her labia, before withdrawing.

He positioned himself, his cock ready to chart new territory within his newly claimed bride. His cock head twitched, as it slid in, this time with a lot more ease then earlier. The first few thrusts are slow, gentle, as he makes space within her – ensuring her cunt is welcoming enough for her new master.

“FUCK!” Carmella screamed as Averons tongue lashed her pussy lips, her clit throbbing as her thighs quaked, struggling to keep her hips up for him. When he exhaled and huffed inside her, she cried out again, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

After he withdrew, she gasped, clutching at the stone and muttering incoherently under her breath, barely loud enough to hear over the myriad groans and moans of the circle of assembled onlookers, now participants in an inaugural orgy.

Her chest heaved as she looked back at Averon, towering behind her, his massive fleshy shaft throbbing obscenely as he lined up and prepared to plunge inside her once more.

She cried out as he entered her, taking him totally but not sure how. Her pussy had been ravaged but never like this, she didn’t even know what this feeling was, and within moments her cunt was spasming along his vicious length, and she realized the screams she heard were hers. She was screaming her pleasure, and she was cumming harder than she knew was possible.

“FUCK! Yes lord! Yes my fucking husband! UGHH!” She bit her lip hard to stifle the screaming, but her body betrayed her, her cunt gushing around his invading shaft, pulsing within her.

He had enjoyed it. It was difficult reading his various expressions, but the mere look on his face was enough to evince the amount of lust he felt towards his new toy, his massively brutish hands groping her big tits roughly only cemented it. His first few thrusts, although slow and gentle, were too much for a human.

He had already mounted her by now, his hulking body pressing her thick and full, yet smaller body onto the ground. His other hand was on the side of her waist, giving her ample love handles a tight squeeze every time he pumped into her. His tongue inside her cunt had worked magic, it seemed, as he slid in. The successive thrusts forward into her cunt made sounds that echoed in the background. The sound of his cock hammering against her wetness, making new space inside her. The entry itself had been pretty enticing, which was evident from the pool of cum that had formed between her legs, her knees already dipped in it. This gushing wetness only made Averon harder, and hungrier. He stopped, his veiny cock still throbbing inside of her. Then he pulled his pelvis back, making her think as if her travesty was over. Only to slam it back. With full force. A single thrust that went from his tip to the entirety of his cock being slammed inside her. The sound of their bodies slapping together like this was hard. He leaned in. “You’re gonna be my own personal slut. And once I’m done with you, you’re gonna get me more whores to breed. Will you not, Carmella?” he asked, his hand beginning to spank her ass cheeks.

Carmella screamed louder than ever as he reared back, paused, and then buried ever throbbing veiny inch of his thick demon shaft inside her again, causing her to slap the cool stones beneath her as she fell and pressed her cheek to the slab.

His vicious fucking was causing orgasms to rip through her body every second, so much she stopped counting. She didn’t think she’d stopped cumming since he’d entered her. His hands gripping her flesh, clutching her tighter with every powerful thrust only made her moan louder, cursing and announcing her pleasure to the world.

The obscene wet slapping sounds of their bodies crashing together almost drowned out his words as he spoke, but she heard him. In response, she reached back over her shoulder, clutching one of his great horns and pulling herself up, her back arching as her swinging breasts jutted out before her.

As his hips thrust forward more powerfully by the second, she spoke between gasps for breath.

“YESSS” She hissed. “Yes my king…I will find you a million whores to break, and I’ll take a million incubi cocks watching you do it, and we’ll breed an army to take all of these pathetic fucking kingdoms” She rasped, now thrusting her hips back to meet him, every impossibly massive inch of his pulsing fuck sword impaling her burning cunt.

“Yes.” he spoke, his voice cool as ever, but his thrusts into her growing wilder with every subsequent moment. Averon let out a grunt, one of approval as he began drilling deeper into his fuck meat. “I will breed all of them before you, my Princess. I will make you my Queen Slut. And our spawn shall lead my forces into battle.” He spoke up, his grip tightening as he increased his pace. The feeling of her wet insides becoming more welcoming by the second spurred him on, driving him crazy with lust.

As he pulled herself up, her met her gaze with his. Yes. As she tried to maintain eye contact with him and not flinch, he began pounding at her like an animal, her whole body quivering from the brutal pounding it was being subjected to. As his cock slid in and out of her, it displaced newer volumes of cum. Every fucking thrust he made into her would end up with a flurry of juices pouring out of her cunt, almost as if she was an eternal fountain of juices that had been turned on.

“Tell them all. Tell them who you are.” he cried out, as both of his hands finally grabbed her waist. Yes. This would be it. He gripped her tightly from both sides as he began slamming into her with élan, no regard for her body, his speed and piercing depth increasing exponentially as he continued to bury his massive shaft inside her, impaling her on it. At this rate, it wasn’t to be long until he would totally explore her. He kept pounding, almost reaching inhuman speeds, the sound of their flesh reaching the skies as he claimed her under the stars.

Carmella held his gaze as long as she could, but finally his animalistic fucking was too violent, and she was forced to drop back to all fours, her palms flat on the slab beneath her as Averon assaulted her gushing cunt like the demon god he was, claiming her with every crushing orgasm that squeezed his enormous fucking shaft like a velvet vice.

When he urged her to scream who she was, to tell them, she obliged him, throwing her head back as he groaned and clutched her thick waist tighter. She could feel he was close. Close to giving her everything she wanted. Close to emptying his heavy, gigantic balls and flooding her womb, filling her sweet cunt to overflowing with the purest seed.

Sweat dripping from her fleshy curves, her hair slicked back, her body glistening in torchlight, she screamed.

“I am your fucking queen! I am Averons queen! Fill me! Give me that your fucking cum sire! Fill your Queens fucking cunt lord!”

A sinistrous bout of laughter escaped Averon’s lips, echoing louder than the sounds of the orgy around him near what was once a shrine to him – now nothing more than a bed of unbridled lust – as he heard Carmella’s cries of passion and desire. Of lust. And of longing. His laughter soon faded though, being slowly replaced by grunts as he thrust into her.

He could feel it building up within him, ever so slowly but he was getting there. After tearing her apart for hours now, he knew that respite for her was close. But he wasn’t there yet, and he knew he would use her completely before he reached that point. His hand flung out, grabbing Carmella’s hair and in a balled up fist. It seemed like he was using them akin to the reins of a stallion to ride her and control her.

He tugged back on her hair, letting his hands go of her waist, as he let her body dangle, the only way he was holding on to her was her hair now. He pumped, one after another, slamming balls deep into her as the fierce sound of his balls slapping against her pussy lips pushed him closer to the edge.

He closed his eyes, his face turning into an evil version of itself, teeth grinding against each other. And he kept hammering her pussy with that monstrous cock, fast enough for her body to keep reeling from the impact moments later. He felt his balls swell up, ready to give her his potent god seed. But his thrusts didn’t slow down. His relentless pounding finally subsided as his cock launched a torrent of jizz one after another, filling her cunt with his warm, potent seed. And there were no signs of stopping. He had filled her to the brim, with a constant stream of his jizz dripping down her legs, having made a huge puddle on the ground, as it continued to spew forth more and more of his juice. There was no doubt. He had bred her and filled her.

Carmella gritted her teeth and growled with lust as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back. Her back arched, her hands cupping her heavy breasts as he mercilessly fucked her cunt, her knees aching as she knelt in a puddle of her own juices and sweat.

When the laughter ceased and the grunting grew more needful, she knew he was about to cum for her. Make her his demon queen. The thought made her gush all the more, her cunt quivering and clenching the impossibly massive shaft stretching her pussy lips.

She clutched her tits tightly, each SLAP SLAP SLAP of his hips burying that cock inside her making her cry out, until finally, at long last, she felt the first blast of his hot cum painting her womb.

“YESSS!” She cried, her body wracked with her most powerful orgasm yet as Averon came and came and came again, her howls echoing the cries of the crowd circling them.

A torrent of his seed pumped into her, overflowing and dripping down her thighs and coating his balls as he emptied them for her. Only for her now.

“Yes…yes my lord…fuck…” She gasped, slowly coming down off of her bliss, as he still pulled her hair, his hips bucking slower and slower. She’d never felt so contented. But yet, she wanted more.

THE END (FOR NOW)