FVN Chapter 259 • The god King [18+]
Chapter 259 • The god King [18+]
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[DING!]
In Israfel's head, when Peitho said this, it sounded more like DONG! Perhaps, because of the dong he had arrowing in a thick curve out of his groin. In the tent, his little brother was a girthy shaft. A meat membranous. Slab of prime, husky male.
[COCK BILL Role ready for use!]
[ATTRIBUTES—
Physicality: 92
Strength: 98
Endurance: 90
Fluidity: 100
Stamina: 88
Libido: 100
BDE (Big Dick Energy): 99.]
[ORIGIN: Sin System CLASS III Roleplay.]
[CONQUESTS: Nil.]
Rafel gazed at the glinting panel through his [mind eye]: "Nice enough," he reckoned, "time to fill in the Conquest."
He stepped out from the dressing room and the jaws of all the women went slack. Mouths dropped like sacks. It was like a [Silence of the Lambs] spell had cast in the darkish chambers. He stood gallant as a warlock in the victorious aftermath of battle.
Tall he was; his stature remarkable, he, lean like a leopard. His skin was overlaid in black gold. But the ointment on his skin didn't drip or peel away at the touch. His flesh was silky and burnished. He literally shimmered in the shadows. Covered in this sensual paint, the tattoo of his [Serpent Symbiote] and other runes of his bloodline glowed blue on his powerful body.
The women's eyes ate up his musculature. He was brawn. But not thick. He was more on the slender side. His physique bore the kind of fluid leanness a girl really needed—and he wore nothing.
Absolute fucking nothing!
The thirteen women in his shady tent were spared not from the divinity of his nakedness. He was so hot he nearly burned out their lashes. Natalya had not blinked in minutes. Indira swallowed hard; this might just be night she'd pop her cherry. "Not a single man in three hundred and seven [est. faerie] years, and then this. . .god!"
"Fuck me," the Mother vestal whispered. It was to herself really, for thinking something so unholy at this sight of this young stallion, but Corazón heard. She whispered back.
"I know right. We are so screwed."
All the while, the joint eyes of the women never once moved from Rafel's washboard abs. The ink of his runes glowing like embers of a blue fire on his midnight skin made him the more fetching. In this singular moment, Rafel had achieved perhaps one thing a billion men dreamed of in their lifetime: to make a roomful of brunette cougars and blonde jailbaits so horny they were all thinking the same thing... to have him.
Rafel stood proud: an Incubus of the most sinful abyss, in his black full-body warpaint, runes of death and [Kaos] glowing on his hard slabs. His transformed penis was erect and fat, jutting out from his crotch: a jeweled member of the same black robustness as his strapping body.
Aya Naamah looked upon her beautiful [Sire]. As a succubus, she changed her skin tone to suit her moods as often as she wanted. She had never seen Lord Israfel transform from the paleness of his birth. He was black. If this was the first complexion of his choice, then she would have it. . .him no other way. Her purple iris were radiant with lust.
More than the other dozen women in the room with her, she was perhaps the most turned on.
He was hard and ready.
"Yes, he is." This soft voice drew Rafel's eyes down. He beheld the one-horned [Critch] beauty on her knees. Mama Mia blinked up at him. The thickness of his heavy shaft perched just a breath above her sweet lips. "...mhmm. He is a god."
She licked those lips. Rafel bounced right in front of her eyes. She smiled, loving her power over him. Her married Milf power! Seeing Rafel's dick reach out for the woman's mouth so needy, the other females chuckled. Rafel heard Cora's lovely laugh in his ear and his entire lower extremity ached to be met with wet heat.
"He thinks he deserves a blowjob now." Aya broke her laughter to tell the other women.
'Get out of my head.' Rafel growled at his succubus in their mindlink but he didn't put up the walls to break their telepathic connection.
"I think he deserves one too." A Kitsune dropped to her knees, joining Mama Mia. Rafel turned his masked head at the red-haired [fox girl]; she was more on the fox side. Her mouth was a perfect fuck-able snout. Her body was fierce. "I brought a friend." Mama Mia explained the curvy Kitsune.
Rafel nodded. Another [Critch]. For the umpteenth time, he didn't mind. Weirdly, all he cared about was if Vixens had titties soft as their fur.
This Kitsune was pink. He caressed her ears under him and her furry tail wagged behind her.
"Yes. Suck that fucking cock, Critch bitch!"
Everyone in the chamber stopped and turned.
It was Khalifa.
All gazes, of the many gorgeous women and their shared male lover, fell on her. Only the Hijabi still sat back. But not for lack of passion. In fact, it seemed hers was the greatest for she was relaxed in a settee with her legs fallen open. Her left hand was over her heat. Her palm patting down her clit and softly rubbing on her musky entrance.
Khalifa's cargo pants lay discarded at the feet of the sofa.
She was a picture of beauty with her dark hair splayed gloriously all over a throw pillow and her scar catching on fireplace light.
"Look," Khalifa tossed, "y'all can stare all you want, but I want your mouth all over that big, black cock. Okay?"
"O-Okay." Mama Mia felt her nipple strain against her bodice. Khalifa had a passion so hot to see and she said they could watch. Her body was fucking miraculous: caramel thighs and sex primed for hardcore use.
"Now!" Khalifa commanded.
Turned on beyond her wits, Mama Mia turned to do as ordered by the Scarred One. The Kitsune had beat her to it. The [fox girl] held Rafel's prodding girth with both her hands and was sucking sloppily. A collective moan of approval and pleasure rose in the chamber from all the women.
Rafel's head fell back and his breaths came sharp in the rubber mask. The Vixen was good. Really fucking good.
The thirteen women in the tent with him saw his pleasure: the bunching of his bronze abs, the bulging of his biceps, the heaving of his chest, the expanding of his wings to envelope them all, the swelling of his cock in the mouth of the Kitsune, her own delicious purring, the pumping of his lean lips, the rising musk of his manhood, the start of sex sweat tinting up his fine ebony skin.
The need in the chamber reached its peak in that feverish second. For everybody.
Clothes were ripped off, by the women themselves. Tossed high into the air. Dropped to the ground. They were not afraid to touch their King anymore. Israfel reached out and tore off the blue bikini bra of the Kitsune. Beautiful flesh spilled out into his hands.
She was full and cream. Her boobs were soft and delectable. As she sucked hungrily at his fat penis, he fondled her pear tits. Her breasts were riper than fruits. The pink fur ended where it did. The rest was voluptuous woman. 'How have I not had a fox girl?'
A clawed hand rose to his chest. And he was pushed down. Hard.
Rafel felt himself falling. Above him was the most curvaceous creature he had ever seen. Her yellow vulpine eyes set on his cock. Her tail whipped and slashed at the air. She loomed over his falling body, her breasts deliciously balanced.
Her, and twelve more hot and ready females.