HE WAS WATCHING INSANE Inaia, as she spread her labia for him to look in the gleaming slit to her pink threshold. Her clit rang like a damn bell. If only her Lord [Host] could hear it.

Inaia had told herself she’d take her punishment like a good, little wench. But she just wanted to give up and beg for some. Thyra looked like she was in the ninth dimension with his dick. In her feverish riding she had only lifted completely off his shaft once to spray squirt all over his abs and thighs before slamming back down again, and harder, doing him like squats were suddenly the best exercise in the world.

By the Martyr she want to beg for some so much. Some of that huge di—

"I said no touching!" Eotigan boomed in the dragon slur he knew very well unencumbered her.

Inaia pulled up her wayward hand and bit hard on her lip.

’Why could Thyra be hammering on that juicy shaft and she could not?’ But to ask such question and she might not get dick at all.

Inaia held back her tongue, deriving small releases in seeing Eotigan’s eyes own her pussy. The curvaceous blonde on top of him, Thyra looked like she was about to come again – her thighs quivering and her squats speeding up. "Yeah, bitch. Bounce on it." Kambili stood above her. She was fully in the nude, slowly shimmying out her tights. Thyra—who was by no means sapphic saw the tufts of darker hair arrowing down Kambili’s belly button and shut her eyes, hitting deep orgasm.

"Ahn-ahn, ahn-ahn. Ohh...goddd! F-Fuuuucck." Her great thighs parted and closed up many times, desiring to keep the hot flesh rod inside her forever.

"Ohh! Kam! Kam—" Thyra panted as the taller female grabbed at the spilling mane of her blonde hair, moving it from her face to watch her come. The force of it consumed Thyra. She was so in it she convulsed all over, her delicious curves slick with the dew of sin. Kambili held up her locks. She spat in her red face and rubbed it in. "There you go, bitch. There you go." Thyra sat impaled, crumbling on the sweet dick inside of her, nearly doubled over on her stomach; she wasn’t ready for more. Then Eotigan put his finger in her clenching asshole, seeing her body spasm but take him in. The brick slabs of his abs were doused, oily with Thyra’s wet ejaculate. The squirt shined like glitter.

Kambili grinned evilly, dragging Thyra off, "come on, bitch. Ya had ’nough."

A brown, fat cock, juicy and veined fell out of her leaking cunt as she was pulled off. She sighed, looking back to the glistening length. Eotigan was so huge and strong—still. The girls were quite frankly proud. Not many men in the land could STAY hard, especially after an intense round. Or, make a girl cum. Not to mention three hyper-sexual ones.

Kambili still clutched to Thyra’s hair, moving the blonde to smash face with Eotigan’s pelvis. She hissed at Thyra, "spit on it. Get it ready for me. Spit on it, I said!"

SPAHHH—

Thyra spat on it, and Kambili freed her hair, tossing her to the side. The blond woman lay on the floors, curled, a feet from them; she lay overcome by little post-coital vibrations. Kambili was no longer interested in Thyra. She tossed her leg over Eotigan’s wolverine body, he was as Adonis resting in a love garden, and she could not trust herself to stare into his divine face and not hit her peak in mere seconds. So she took the same position Thyra had—Kam had being observing the blonde whore, yes.

"Ahn...oh yeah." Kambili eased down onto him and loved each deep inch by inch sliding inside of her. When she was fully settled, his cock warm and pulsing in her core, she moved her ass slow, in circles on his groin. Eotigan hastily grabbed her hips to stop her. He groaned heavily. "Thyra nearly did me in, shieldwoman. I command your motions from now. ME!"

With his large palms firm on her womanly hips, Eotigan guided her to lift and work his dick slow, but just as Thyra, Kam started loving it too much and kept hitting back down hard and shooting up the tempo. Eotigan slapped her redbone booty hard.

PAH!

"Fuck it."

He embraced her from behind, turning her sideways with him on the floor. He locked her legs with his and started to fuck her from the side. Now he was in control. Kambili’s hand went into her luxurious chestnut hair but he grabbed her hands and forced her still. She bucked, bending more forward to give in to him.

"No more movement for you, woman!"

"Ishhh—" Thyra was not a moaner. Instead her breath caught and the little shiver racking her fair-colored bod let him know.

PAH! PAH!

He smacked her repeatedly – face, titties, ass. "Ohh shit. Ouuh! Mhmm. Yeah!" As she groaned and hid her beautiful face, Eotigan pounded her angrily. He couldn’t directly admit it was her shy trait that pulled at the neanderthal deep within him but he hit all her nerve endings from this sideways angle, and Kambili’s beautiful moaning was more of a serpentine hissing, music to his ears. He knew where he wanted to empty his balls.

"You can do what you want now." He turned, growling this to Inaia. His ability to multitask was a necessary thing during a menagé as this. To handle a [harem] you had to be an all-round fellow, but most importantly, dick-wise. Nonetheless when Eotigan said this he wasn’t expecting her to seriously rush over and slap a thigh over his head, mounting his face in lust so potent he could already taste it in her proximity. Inaia tore at the bindings of her calico. "Lord Host," she rasped as if in prayer. "I need you in this pussy. Take this pussy. Use this pussy. It’s your pus—

ahhhnn!!!" Inaia wailed out. Eotigan had grabbed onto her wide hips while she was still speaking and mounted her on his mouth. His tongue was ready. He lashed her vigorously. Her entire labia. Her clit that had rung. Her secretplace, damp and giving more wetness to his lips. She ached to touch him. "May I, Lord Hos—"

Eotigan cut her off once again with a firm imprint of his palm on one asscheek. She fell over his head, the apex atwixt her thighs in full contact with his face. His stubble scratched her and she broke. "Ohh fuck." Inaia grabbed to the sides of his head with both hands. "Forgive me, my Lord." Then she moved on his divinity, shivering as every slither and breath of his face went up straight in her punani. Eotigan stuck out his tongue, and she moved in from his jaw, looking down in real unbelief that this handsome devil had actually let her ride his face – as she did, his tongue went in her, sending a root of delirious shock to her whole body.

"S-Sh-Shhiiitttt..." She shut down. Inaia could not, if someone put a musket to her head, open her eyes. Her orgasm had hit so strong it’d hurled her directly into limbo. She could hear the pucking lewd sounds of Kam pulling out all the stops on her sexual gratification. She LISTENED to the wanton noises of Eotigan giving her perfect oral loving. She was giving her [Host] five solid stars. Aware she was, of all these things but unable to participate in it. Her cum...coming body had quit on her. It was the most blessed stroke.

Her lips could yet move though, so she used them, "yes. Eat that pussy. Take that fuckin’ poon. Shit. Smell it. Eat that s-shit. Yes! Oh...shit." Inaia felt the storm coming. Or rather, flood.

"MY LORD! M’LORD!" She whimpered. She rose from his face, left his stubble rough. Inaia could still not see through her half-lidded eyes. Her overpowering orgasm forbade her. She was risen over him, but had not enough spirit in her jelly limbs to actually stand. His hands had taken hold of her ankles. HE, kept her standing. As if suddenly hit with mild epilepsy she pumped her three fingers in her moist slit, pushing through the damp petals of skin. Underneath her, his citrine iris privy to everything Eotigan noted she actually did breathe with her pussy.

—and as she opened up a fifth time, her fingering hitched, then came the flood.

"LOOORD. . .HOOOST!!!" She lost her voice. She’d had LORD GOD on her mind though. Inaia did orgasm with a waterfall. Her feminine parts pushed out whitish substance that was as cow milk.

"She squirts cream..?" Thyra had finally found her voice; she’d only regained control of her own body two seconds ago. She comically appraised Inaia, "bitch! You come cream?"

Eotigan was not listening. Something had changed down south. It felt like his dick was inside of a warm cake dressing. He lifted slightly up. His abs bunched as he looked between the space of Inaia’s legs, and sure enough, Kambili had replaced her cunt with her mouth.

She was sucking his pipe good, and she was enjoying the fuck out it too. "Hold on, pigtails. I’m ready to make you all a hot dinner." Eotigan pulled hard on the two ends of her big copper hair, before her talented mouth could make him change his mind. "Kneel, all of you. Here," He pointed to a spot. It took effort for him to stand and not fall. He rubbed his long cock over their faces as they shuffled in. "Now suck, one after the other, and don’t be greedy." He held his wet pipe to the furthest girl on the left.

Thyra went in first. She grabbed to his lean hips, worshipping his godhood. She moaned on a lengthy taste she took, picking on the unmistakable sharp tang that was Kam.

Eotigan slapped her naughty hands. "I said don’t be greedy."

He took his robust little brother and gave it to the second girl in line: Inaia. She was patient with the nosh, focusing more on his testes. He chuckled at this, tapping playfully at the sides of her cheeks. What could she say, she was a balls kind of girl.

"—the final wench!" Eotigan hardened his tone to near harsh, and the girls knew exactly he was not actually about to breathe [darkfyre]. Kambili kissed the tip first, licking his cum-heavy penile hole. He instructed her, "good, now YOU can put your back into it." Kambili was his favorite blow-bitch. He’d never tell her that. But she knew she was, for she grinned up with those infinite pools of mocha at him.

SL-LUUURP! GLUG! GLUG!

She’d only throated him twice before he grasped to her neck, pulling out bulging with a choked breath. He was heavy of seed. "Oh fuck, fuck your sexy little bodies, you witches," he heaved and growled, "here it comes. Aaahhhhnnnn—"

SPLAT! SPLAT! Splat!

Eotigan shot out so much cum he almost fainted right there unloading hot jizz over their pretty faces. His spunk was thick and rich, and Kambili was secretly using her tongue to funnel some of it off her face into her mouth. Eotigan ejaculated with no hands. He pumped his large penis on them, finally losing control of his footing.

"Trimstcia rubidium!" Inaia in that second conjured a soft scarlet cot. Eotigan landed on the red moon banquette. Kam and Thyra gathered into him, and Inaia moved to fetch the box of tissues.