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Dying had been a relatively quick and painless affair. I had been walking to my truck after another long day of work when I felt a twinge in the left side of my chest, I put my hand over my heart, grunted once then darkness. An indeterminate amount of time later, most likely only a few seconds considering the lack of EMT’s or an ambulance, I was cognizant again and was stood over my own body as my co-workers rushed to my fallen corpse. I watched them attempt to resuscitate me with a detached apathy, not feeling anything as they called for an ambulance.
My observation was halted when I felt a chill run up and down my incorporeal spine and I turned and beheld its source. You couldn’t have gotten a more stereotypical or cliched looking Death if you tried. Simple black robes with hood pulled up, single boney hand holding a scythe, simple rope belt around its waist. About the only thing that stood out about it was the scythe itself. It wasn’t like its depiction in the Dante’s Inferno game, a human spine still connected to its head with the blade coming from the mouth, it wasn’t even the traditional black haft with the curved blade at the top. No, so long as my eyes weren’t deceiving me, Death was hauling a simple, historically accurate, farmer’s scythe.
I stared at the scythe for a few moments before taking a deep breath, or at least acting like I took a deep breath. No actual air entered my now non-existent lungs, and no CO2 was expelled. “So, that’s it then?” I asked, Death nodded “Heart attack?” I asked and considering I had felt chest pain before my death I was fairly certain that had been the case but I wanted to be sure and Death’s second nod confirmed it. I nodded then turned back to look at my corpse. It was kinda surreal, watching people touching your body yet not being able to feel it. Not taking my eyes off my corpse I asked Death one last question. “This is it?” I asked again, still in a small state of disbelief and maybe a bit of denial. But catching Death’s nod put those feelings to bed as I nodded myself. A part of me felt like I should be raging, shouting, screaming, something about the injustice of it all, maybe even pleading with Death, saying things like ‘This has to be some kind of mistake’ or ‘I have my whole life ahead of me’ or ‘I’m not ready’ and such…and yet…the only thing the vast majority could feel was a soul deep sense of relief.
When I was alive, I hadn’t considered myself a very anxious person and yet, standing over my corpse with Death by my side I felt relaxed in a way I hadn’t felt in years. A thousand and one tiny fears, anxieties, worries, and insecurities just melted away as I accepted that I was truly dead and gone. With that acceptance I felt my soul relax the tensions I had carried over from my body. I didn’t really know how to explain it other than what I imagined the aftermath of a deep tissue massage would feel like, and sure I felt bad for my parents, my dad whom I was now realizing I didn’t really have much of a relationship with. My mom, whom I had been planning a trip to the East Coast of the US with, and I hadn’t spoken with my sister since the divorce years ago and now there was no chance for a reconciliation. It sucked that it had happened but… heh… it is what it is.
I turned back to Death and shoved my hands in my coat pockets. “So, what now?” I asked, Death simply extending one of its boney hands toward me in answer. I looked down at the proffered limb, then chuckled ruefully as I pulled my hand out of my pocket and reached out and took a step to take Death’s hand so it could lead me on when I froze. I couldn’t move, my feet were firmly planted on the ground and it felt like every single muscle in my body had locked up at once. I stared at Death with a growing sense of unease “Death?” I asked. Death seemed to stare at me for a moment before in a blur of movement brought its scythe up and sent it hurtling toward my neck. A nano-second before it made contact with my skin, I felt myself get jerked back and out of range. I watched helplessly as Death reached out for me, only for it to vanish into the distance as I sped away.
It wasn’t much longer before I passed through some kind of field that felt like passing through boiling and freezing water simultaneously. I screamed in pain as I landed with a thud at the feet of a pair of arguing women. After taking a moment to regain my bearings I looked up from my prone position on the floor and beheld the women standing above me. The two of them had similar facial features, general build and skin tone, both being a light caramel. Tall, high cheek bones, large almond shaped eyes the color dark chocolate, long dark hair with the one on the left having her hair up in a high ponytail while the one on the right had hers in one of those elaborate French braids. From there, the differences seemed to compound for all the two were similar in general.
Starting with the sister on the left, covering her upper body she wore an ornately decorated cuirass. Well, half a cuirass since it only came down low enough to cover her breasts, leaving her toned midriff exposed. In point of fact her entire body was toned; her every movement causing her muscles to writhe and flex underneath her skin. Judging by the size of the cuirass she wasn’t the most well-endowed woman in the chest area but her thick and sculpted hips and thighs more than made up for it, leaving her with a pear-shaped body type. The armor protecting her lower body was just as ornately decorated yet covered far more of her body than the cuirass. A pair of dark leggings encased her legs while around her hips sat a heavily armored fauld like a skirt encasing her lower half. Her forearms, shins and shoulders were similarly encased in elaborately decorated armor pieces, their silvery hew simply too captivating to not admire. Actually, now that my mind was no longer whited out from pain and I could think, it heavily reminded me of Idrial’s Mithril armor set from the Third Age Lord of the Rings video game, just with the cloth torso section removed.
In contrast, her sister was not wearing any armor at all. Covering most of her front and barely containing her prodigious chest was a heavy leather apron. Behind the apron, a white, low-cut blouse was visible while her hands were covered by heavy leather gloves, while her lower half was covered by an ankle length dark skirt that flared at the hips and thighs giving her an hourglass body type. The sister on the right may have been dressed more conservatively than the left sister but her powerful musculature was still on display while a large hammer hung from her belt. Pointing to her being some kind of craftswoman over her sister’s soldier and judging by her much more bulging muscles, pegging her as a blacksmith was easy. Where her sister seemed to favor a lithe warriors build, the right sister seemed to favor the ‘Built like a brick shithouse’ build. Her arms were massive and her chest was broad and while I couldn’t see her abdomen, I could safely guess it was just as packed with muscle as the rest of her.
They made for an interesting dichotomy, with the left sister clearly favoring a lighter, quicker style of combat considering her muscle type while the right sister clearly put her focusing into power above all else which was evident in her strongwoman build. They both easily qualified as, to use an internet term, ‘muscle mommies’ even if in different ways and I could easily picture just how the arguments would go, with one side extoling the virtues of Bulk while the other side would demand you be in awe of her compactness. The only other thing I was able to notice before they turned their attention from their argument to me was the pair of large fluffy cat ears upon their heads and the large fluffy cat tail protruding from their behinds. My observations of the two came to an abrupt end when the two turned to look at me, the warrior sister with a scowl and the blacksmith sister with a grimace.
“Mortal, know that you have been chosen to assist in our feud with our rivals. However, as you are now you are useless to us thus you will be given power and sent to the selected battleground where upon you will build your powerbase then destroy your enemy. Neither your consent nor your agreement is required in this endeavor. As there are two of us you will receive one power from each of us, from me, you will receive power akin to a god-emperor” the sister on the left explained before producing a vial and without so much as a by-your-leave forced it down my throat. The first thing to hit me was the truly vile and repugnant taste and I know I would have retched if the left sister hadn’t clamped her hand over my mouth to prevent just that from happening. The second was the pain, as my mind was forcefully expanded to make room for all my new knowledge and my body was remade, I was struck by pain on such a level as be unfathomable.
Distantly, I could hear someone screaming and in between bouts of flailing and smashing my head into the ground trying to smash my skull and end the pain I realized the one screaming was me. I don’t know how long I spent flailing on the ground, just that eventually the pain started to peter out and just as I was starting to recover, I heard the left sister speak. “Sister, now, while it’s still settling.” she said, with just a hint of distain when she said ‘it’. The heavier footsteps of the right sister approached me and before I could do more than tense my muscles I felt her gloved hand rest on my head. “I’m sorry, little one, for the pain you’re about to undergo. I bequeath unto you the power of the Forge” she said before my world once more devolved into pain.
With the left sister it felt as though molten steel had been pumping through my veins as whatever was in her vial made fundamental changes to my being, violating my soul to its very core. Whatever the right sister was doing? It felt as though she was bolting something onto my soul… with blunt nails… and the absolute minimum amount of force necessary to drive them. Needless to say, my screams started anew as I flailed and writhed on the ground. The pain was so bad I was sure if I had been alive and, in my body, I would have pissed and shit myself, small mercies. Once again, I have no idea how long I writhed in pain, I just know that eventually the pain started to subside and I could concentrate again. All I did once my facilities had returned to me, all I could do is curl into a ball and cry, and it wasn’t that fucking Hollywood ‘Stoic Cry’ where I had a vaguely sad look on my face and a single tear rolling down my cheek but full on, tears and snot rolling down my face as I sobbed and wailed my pain to the world. Over the din of my wailing, I heard the left sister scoffed and say “Pathetic” before walking up to my fallen form. She shoved me with her foot and I rolled and felt the ground fall away from me. As I fell, I heard her say “Win, or suffer the consequences” I heard what might have been a grunt of disproval from the right sister but nothing more as I fell into the abyss.
I had been expected to fall for a while until I presumably landed where ever I would do battle with the champions of the other gods. Because that was the only word to describe the two women I had met, and they were just as mean, petty, hypocritical, vain, and shallow as the rest of us. The only difference between us being that they had enough power to avoid the consequences and we did not.
Anyway, I digress, I had anticipated a fairly lengthy fall but it was cut short when I fell into the arms of a third woman. I twitched violently as her arms closed around me, almost convulsing as my head was guided to rest upon a truly prodigious chest. The pair of mammaries cushioning my head like the worlds softest pillow. “Oh, you poor dear, there, there I’ve got you.” she said in a smoky, husky voice, a voice that wouldn’t be out of place being used by an older pornstar. And while that only helped a little bit, the hand running up and down my back and the fingers threading through my hair to massage my scalp helped calm me down significantly.
I am not ashamed to admit that after calming down I snuggled deeper into the woman, luxuriating in her warmth and softness. Considering my last hug was three or four years ago, I have no shame in stating that I was more than a little touch starved. We stayed like that for a while, and I think I nodded off at one point but eventually the woman, who if she was here must also be a goddess, spoke once again. “I apologize on their behalf dear; they’ve gotten so caught up in their rivalry that it’s beginning to consume them.” she said with a mournful sigh. “They used to be such good girls once, their younger selves would be horrified at their callous disregard for your wellbeing.” she continued, “That’s why I think it’s time for their games to end. As much as I wish too, I cannot intervene but you, you who have been so wronged by my two eldest daughters can… show them the error of their ways. Your current power is insufficient and while you might grow to surpass them in time, I’m not willing to take that chance, my errant daughters must be… mmm… disciplined. Thus, I shall grant you a small boon of my own and my youngest daughter as your patron.” she finished.
With that declaration I felt a heat suffuse my being, soothing the pain caused by the twin goddesses while also adjusting the power that the left sister gave me. Expanding the scope and scale of the power, while I felt a connection form while a rather ornate medallion draped itself around my neck as a second figure faded into view. She was petite, easily the smallest overall of the four women I had met today but she still felt like a goddess, even if compared to the other three her power felt… unrefined, more like untapped potential than actual power.
I watched from the comfort and warmth of the eldest goddesses embrace as first a bright, shiny golden collar appeared around her neck, my enhanced vision able to make out even from this distance, that it was tight enough for the meat of her neck to pinch inward. Next came a pair of bright gold hoop style nipple piercings that connected to the collar by a thin delicate looking golden chains, and finally a hoop style clit piercing that was similarly connected to the collar by a thin delicate looking gold chain passing over her belly button.
The bright gold contrasted beautifully with her mocha skin tone, while also providing a path for the eyes to follow. From her delicate neck I could imagine my hands around, down to her modest bust and dark brown nipples standing at attention, then still further down over her flat tummy to the flair of her hips and finally landing on her glistening sex, her outer lips and inner thighs shiny and slick with her arousal. “Go on, she’s all yours” the elder deity said, giving me a small nudge. It took me a moment to process the words but when I did, I looked into her smiling face for a confirmation and after receiving a nod I turned my attention to the naked woman standing before me. I reached out with my newly acquired powers of telekinesis and took hold of her body with ease.
It was at this moment that I knew that I was orders of magnitude stronger than her, and when I turned my gaze inward to check my own growth rate and potential, I realized I would always be stronger than her. I forced her into the sluttiest pose I could think of, just to see what kind of resistance she would put up if any and I was surprised. She dropped down into a crouch, knees spread as wide as she physically could while her hands came up and interlocked behind her head, thrusting her modest bust out while her mouth dropped open, her tongue, longer than any human’s that didn’t have surgery done, lolled out and she started drooling all over herself, her saliva liberally covering the swells of her breasts, flowing down her flat tummy before combining with the arousal flowing from her nether lips and pooling on the floor. It was the sexiest, most depraved and degenerate thing I had ever seen and the most surprising part was that not only had she not resisted being put in such a degrading position, she had gone willingly, enthusiastically even.
I was stunned and in slight awe that not only would she allow herself to be put into such a debasing position with no resistance, but that she would do so gladly, then she started gyrating. I watched as three golden Aquila’s, about two and a half inches wing tip to wing tip, one inch from the top of the heads to the feet, a quarter inch thick and with diamonds for eyes appeared attached to the hoop piercings in her nipples and clit and visibly dragged her breasts and clit down. The additional jewelry making delightful clinking sounds as she bounced on the balls of her feet and rolled her hips all while her tongue continued to hand down halfway to her breasts while continuing to drool all over her mocha breasts while bright pink hearts took over her pupils.
I watched, entranced, by the ridiculously lewd sight in front of me before I felt another nudge “Go, she’s ready and waiting for you.” The Elder Deity said as she stood with me in her arms before giving me the lightest push forward. As I advanced upon the lewdly dancing Goddess my clothing melting away as my physical changes began. I grew taller, going from an even six feet to fourteen feet in height now noticing that while previously I had been shorter than the mother and daughters, them having been somewhere between nine foot ten to ten foot two, I now towered over them with all the associated growth elsewhere. My muscles grew out until I looked like the classical depiction of Adonis, visible muscles under a healthy layer of fat. There was nothing light or lean about my new body and when my transformation was complete, I looked like I could juggle Grizzly Bears. My musculature wasn’t the only dramatic change, between my legs my genitalia also grew in size, first proportionally to my new body before rapidly exceeding what was proportional into something godlike. As I grew closer to the gyrating goddess what had looked like two and a half inch decorations turned out to be five inches across, two inches tall and an inch thick. By the time I stood over her I was fully naked, fully erect and ready to go.
I grabbed hold of my rod and slapped her across her face, smearing pre-cum across her cheek and mouth before draping it across her upturned face, smearing more pre into her hair and over her ears. She took all of this with nothing more than a lusty, guttural moan as her body convulsed. I watched as her one visible eye dilated, the other hidden by my member laying across her face as her nostrils flared as she breathed deep of my musk. Her eyelid fluttered as her eyeball rolled up into her skull and I felt as she used her tongue to first lather my balls then, in an impressive show of dexterity, muscle control, and just how long her tongue was, she snaked her appendage around my sack then back along my length until the tip of her tongue was teasing my weeping tip. I grunted in pleasure as her organ pulsated and undulated around my member while I felt her ride out a full body shudder and a muffled keening wail built in her throat as I felt my feet become wet. When she came down from her climax her visible eye was fixed on me and was filled with complete awe and devotion as though she had just had a religious experience.
Gazing down at this being that just minutes before had eclipsed me so completely on a cosmic scale squatting in such a lewd stance with my member weighing down her face and her one visible eye gazing at me as though I was her new god. I admit, the power went to my head. “That’s right, behold the might of Man, bask in its glory. Gaze upon that which laid low then rendered into irrelevance and textbooks the greatest empires of the Americas, Africa, Asia and the Middle East. Be in awe of the implement that rendered so many of your sisters into Breeding Sows, Sex Slaves and concubines for their white masters.” I heard a whimper behind me but I ignored it for now, I was on a roll and I didn’t want to break the spell. I pulled my hips back, dragging my rod down her face and leaving a trail of pre from the top of her head all the way to her chin before pistoning forward and shoving myself entirely into her open mouth and down her throat. “Become as they did, addicted to Big White Cock and my personal Bleached Pussy Cat.” I declared as I hilted myself in her throat, her nose buried in my pubic hair, her chin nestled upon my balls and her throat bulging obscenely due to my girth. Was it over the top and kinda pathetic? Probably, but I was still reeling from having died, ripped from my final rest, had my Immortal Soul changed without my consent, and now I was standing over one of these beings that had destroyed my sense of self and I was running on the high of being granted such power over these beings…I admit, I let it go to my head but at this point I was on a bit of a power trip and I didn’t really care.
Her eyes were rolled into her head as tears rolled down her cheeks, her throat was convulsing around my member, milking it for all it was worth and her hips were gesticulating wildly, throwing female ejaculate all over my feet as she rode out another orgasm. I palmed her head, lacing my fingers through her raven hair and brushing against her ears and taking control of her movements. We remained in that position for a bit, me getting used to the tightness of her throat while she had a religious experience and then I started moving. Using my grip on her head I pulled her off my cock until her lips were sealed around the glans before my hips surged forward and buried it into her gullet.
From there I set a truly brutal pace, this was no simple blowjob, there was nothing sensual or empowering, it was nothing more than Face Fucking, me taking my pleasure from a warm and willing body. Eventually she even began participating in her own face fucking, her hands coming off her head to wrap around my thighs and clench upon my buttocks while her tongue worked its way out of her mouth and began lavishing my balls with attention, using the muscle to roll and massage each individual teste until my sack was spit shined. Considering my last sexual encounter with something that wasn’t a masturbator or my hand was neigh on eleven years ago now and this was my first blowjob, I felt no shame in spending now. So, that’s what I did, I hilted myself in her throat, felt my balls tighten then roared as I blasted my load into her gullet. Some of my seed spilled from the seal her lips made around my cock, still more burst from her nose, but the vast majority of it went where it was supposed to, down her throat and into her stomach as her belly began to distend from the shear volume. My orgasm lasted minutes as rope after rope of hot white seed was deposited into her body. Eventually, it began to taper off and I pulled back taking my cock with me. When I pulled free of her lips, a few last spurts struck her, the first and the strongest across her face, while the second and third painted a breast each. We remained there for a moment, her panting and gasping for air while I was completely unruffled, no panting, no gasping, not even sweat, just my turgid length pointed unerringly at the cat girl’s face. “Do you understand now?” I asked her. “This is where you belong, on your knees before your white master, his seed sitting warm in your belly and your face painted with it, just like the rest of your misbegotten kind.” I continued. The only response I received was her opening her mouth to present the mouthful of cum still in her mouth before closing it for a moment then opening again to present her empty mouth.
I ‘hummed’ in approval before my attention was captured by the other noise in the room. The goddess’s mother was reclined on a bed of pillows, whatever garments she had been wearing when she pulled me here were discarded, with her legs spread wide. One hand four knuckles deep in her sopping sex and her other hand mauling one of her fat brown tits. I snorted, stepped to the side then dropped to one knee. I waited for her to clear my seed from her eyes and was only mildly surprised when she gulped it down. When she opened her eyes, I pointed and commanded “Look.” and she did, only to gaze upon her masturbating mother. “Gaze upon your progenitor, the woman who gave birth to you, the woman who raised you, and know that she takes pleasure in watching her own daughter humiliated and defiled by a white barbarian.” as soon as I finished speaking, the Elder Deity convulsed and sprayed femcum around her fingers and into the cushion beneath her.
I snorted at the lewd display before standing and grabbing her by the back of her neck and half dragging half marching the girl over to her mother. At the edge of the cushions, I lightly tossed her so that she landed atop her mother, their weeping sexes aligned and using telekinesis to soften the landing. I stood for a moment observing the two, the girl breathed out “Mama” while her mother said “Dearest Sweetheart” before taking her daughter’s face in her hands and began licking her face. More specifically, my seed that I had deposited upon her daughter’s face.
The sudden attention caused the younger goddess to fidget and squirm in her mother’s embrace, incidentally causing her posterior to bounce, sway, and jiggle drawing my attention to her bronze cheeks. Deciding I had spent long enough as an observer I advanced upon the two goddesses and their pile of cushions. Once in range, my right-hand lances out and cracks the younger of the two on the right cheek, leaving a bright handprint upon her flesh and forcing a yelp into her mother’s face. My hand remained upon the swell of her bottom, slowly kneading it as my other hand came up and clapped on her other cheek, kneading that one in turn. I didn’t spend long playing with her buttocks, only a few moments drawing out quite a few whimpers and squeaks from my menstruations. I took my hand off for a moment to line myself up, then threw my hips forward, sandwiching my member between the two, their nether lips wrapped around the top and bottom of my shaft while my tip prodded rather insistently upon the bottom of their breasts. This caused the two goddesses to freeze, then look down and though my member was hidden by their combined cleavage, they could still feel it forcing itself between them. The younger goddess looked into her mother’s eyes and while there was a smidge of fear there was far more excitement. “Mama…” she said, her voice wobbling for a moment, “I love you Sweetling” her mother replied. With that I pulled back, leaving a trail of pre down their stomachs until I was completely free from their bodies and already missing their warmth I angled up and in a single smooth motion, sheathed my entire member into the younger goddesses weeping sex while my balls slapped into the elder goddesses weeping sex, slathering them in feminine arousal.
The younger shrieked in pleasure at the intrusion, which her mother swallowed with a kiss, once again taking her face in hand. For my part, I let out a deep rumbling groan of pleasure at the hot, tight orifice encasing my member. It was almost enough to cause me to spend myself right then and there in her hole but I held back, I had already spent myself recently and I had more self-control than that. After a moment to get used to the tightness, and another moment for my partner to get used to my size I pulled back until just the tip remained then surged forward, burying myself balls deep, then setting a brutal pace. It would have been easy to go all out from the start, just truly brutalize her, but as stated that would have been easy, simple. Any brute can flail away at a woman, so I decided to put my vast knowledge of erotica (read – copious amounts of porn of various mediums) to use.
I continued with what I started with, long, hard, fast strokes making full use of my entire member and my enhanced physique to truly rail her, before transitioning to short strokes that allowed me to increase my speed and power tremendously, then shifting to long, slow strokes, making sure to drag my full length through her body in almost agonizing slowness, before changing my angle and directly slamming into her G-spot with long powerful thrusts. I made sure to alternate fairly regularly through the pattern I set for a time, then I really changed the rhythm. I began alternating how long each set would last, then changed the order in which I performed them.
For the mother-daughter pair however, things were far less composed. The mother was the most composed of the two, though only just barely, after all, watching the many faces of ecstasy her daughter made as I changed angles, speed and power and hearing the many squeaks, squeals, whimpers, yelps, and yowls was enough to drive someone to the brink. All she could do was hold her daughter while running her hand through her hair and over her ears while whispering sweet nothings in her ears. All the while she was rocking with her daughter as my balls slapped into her sodden cunt and she could feel my member as it distended her daughter’s belly and rammed into her own. This went on for a while until I decided to change it up again. I took my hand off her hip, grabbed a fist full of hair, wrapped it once around said fist and pulled back until her torso came off her mother’s, giving said mother a perfect view of her daughter’s bouncing teats, swinging jewelry and her bulging belly every time I bottomed out. I used my free hand to slap her rump, an application of telekinesis to apply force to the Aquila's dangling from her nipples and clit and in response she shrieked her orgasm to the world, the muscles in her cunt contracting powerfully in an attempt to milk my seed. “Tell your mother who you are, tell her who you belong to, tell her what your new purpose in life is.” I commanded, emphasizing my words with another spank upon her rump. “Ah…Ah…Ah…I’m Ah a slutty Ah Kitty…I’m oh fuck my master’s oh slutty kitty… I’m oh God my ah ah my White Master’s oh oh BLEACHED SLUTTY KITTYYYYYY!!!!!!!!” her last words coming out as a screech as a massive orgasm rocked through her body, her cunt muscles contracting wildly around my member. Deciding she had earned her reward, I loosened my iron hold over my libido and with a roar of victory and conquest allowed myself to flood her innermost depths, her belly distending further as each rope of seed flooded her womb.
My own climax lasted near on five minutes and by the end she looked several months pregnant. It was then I noticed that she had gone limp in my hold and I slowly released my grip on her hair and allowed her to collapse into her mother’s bosom. I gazed down at her rump as I slowly worked myself free, a soft, wet pop and a deluge of seed pouring from her well used hole. Before my very eyes I watched as a golden Aquila appeared on her right cheek with golden lettering in a Gothic Font spelling out ‘Property of the Emperor’. I was contemplating my next move when the daughter spoke in an airy, delirious tone of voice “Hehe, Mama’s boobies are milky” she said. I paused in my contemplations and looked up and lo and behold. Apparently, the daughter had grabbed handfuls of her mother’s titflesh to use as hand holds as I reshaped her insides to the shape of my rod and during her last most explosive orgasm, had squeezed her mother’s teats until she had produced milk.
I locked eyes with the mother and arched an eyebrow. Her cheeks darkened, though whether it was because of embarrassment or because her daughter had began lapping at her teats or more specifically the milk covering them, I didn’t know. I watched as her arms came up to encircle her daughter one hand across her back and the other to cradle her head. “I…I lactate when I become sufficiently arousEEEED!” she stuttered the first part and her last word trailed off into a shocked squeak when her daughter latched onto her nipple and began to suck, and to my surprise not a single drop escaped the seal her lips made around her mother’s nipple. Most of the ‘media’ I had consumed up to this point usually had some spillover when breastfeeding but thinking back now it was probably used as a visual indication that milk was indeed flowing and that the person feeding on the breasts weren’t simply sucking on them.
Watching the two enjoying each other caused me to feel left out and so I decided to join the incestuous pair. Having already tasted the younger of the two, I directed my member to the older and began prodding her entrance. The mother had been distracted by her daughter drinking her fill and thus had missed my movements but as soon as she felt me testing her entrance her eyes snapped to mine. I cocked an eyebrow in challenge and though I hadn’t felt her divine power rise to try and remove me I still braced and prepared to draw upon my own power to combat hers. “Mmmmmpahhhh, tehe, silly Mama, thinking she’s gonna get away without getting all her holes stuffed with cream and without becoming a naughty, slutty, bleached, kitty just like me.” our staring contest was interrupted by her daughter coming up for air, dropping that pearl of wisdom, then diving back down to drink her mother’s milk. Though she did switch nipples, leaving the nipple she had finished with a milky mess with a few drops of milk still clinging to her erect nipple.
The mother sighed and whatever tension or anticipation of violence dissipated. She gazed upon her daughter, happily sucking away, with a fondly exasperated look on her face, her hand running through her daughter’s hair and rubbing her ear, her thumb and forefinger gently pinching the thin flesh and rubbing together. “Ah, she’s right, this was always the plan, though maybe not this soon, the best laid plans and such. Well, come you pale savage, ravage my motherly body, paint my womb white with your seed and ensure I’ll never have a dark child again…claim me as another Slutty Bleached Kitty for your enjoyment, My Pale Master.” as she finished speaking her legs, which had been partially parted to accommodate her daughter and slightly widened by me when I positioned myself between them, widened still further as the mother spread her legs fully open.
With such a heartfelt demand and invitation how could I say no? I repositioned slightly closer, took hold of her plump thighs, my fingers sinking deliciously into her supple flesh and, like with her daughter, hilted myself in a single stroke, her daughter bouncing as her stomach distending as my full length settled in her warm and inviting hole. The mother did not scream, screech or shriek, no she only let out a guttural “Yeeeeessssssss” as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her eyelids fluttered. The daughter pulled herself off her mother’s teat and looked down between their chocolate bodies and wiggled side to side experimentally. “I…I can feel him through you Mama.” she said with a light tone of disbelief. I on the other hand groaned in pleasure out of the tightness of the mother’s hole. She was just as tight as her daughter despite having pushed out three kids.
I couldn’t help myself “Damn, how long has it been since you’ve laid with a man?” I asked as I slowly started to roll my hips. Not enough to be considered actual thrusting but enough for some movement and some delicious friction to make itself known. The mother bucked her hips, desperate for more movement, more friction, more pleasure and said “Far too long” in a breathy whisper. Emboldened, I then asked “And how long has it been since you’ve lain with one of my size?” as I shifted side to side, my member moving side to side as well. I felt her cunt muscles spasm as her hips bucked once again as she answered “Ah Oh MMAH NevaAAHHH!!” her answer turning into a shriek of pleasure as in one smooth in and out motion, I slammed home, hilting myself then proceeding to set a brutal pace “Good answer” I said, my words almost completely drowned out by her moans, groans, whimpers, squeals, shrieks, and screams.
All the daughter could do was hold on for dear life, bouncing and gyrating in time with my thrusts as her mother’s constantly bulging belly bounced her with every swell. “Mama, it’s like Master’s fucking us both at the same time Mama.” she said, her voice tinged with awe and some slight reverence as even after having my way with her and spending myself twice with her I was fully capable of doing the same to her mother. It didn’t take long before I fell back into the routine I started with the daughter, alternating thrust strength, speed, depth and so on making the mother sing for me. After creating the most wonderful music using the mother’s body and drawing quite a number of orgasms from her, a rather devious idea began to form in my head.
Between one thrust and the next I pulled out of the mother completely, causing her to whine in confusion at the loss, before burying myself in her daughter causing her to screech at the sudden intrusion before moaning as I began to piston into her. It continued on like that for a time, alternating between mother and daughter while beating the daughter’s posterior like a drum. After a particularly hefty smack, I was kneading the cheek when I squeezed and ended up spreading her cheeks enough to gaze upon the crinkled muscle of the daughter’s final hole that I hadn’t enjoyed yet. I didn’t think about it for very long, I dipped my thumb down and gathered a mix of my seed and her arousal and once it was thoroughly lubed up, I started working it into her last unclaimed hole.
The daughter yelped as she felt the intrusion, her ears and tail going ramrod straight before turning and locking eyes with me. I cocked an eyebrow in askance but the only thing in her eyes was a small hint of fear that was overshadowed by anticipation, hope and excitement. She whipped her head around and locked eyes with her mother “Mama ugh Mama, Master’s playing with my ass Mama” she said with excitement in her voice. The mother tried to respond but I was in the middle of a set and the only thing coming out of her mouth were cries of ecstasy, so I decided to be magnanimous and switched from the mother to the daughter to give the mother the chance to respond. It took her a moment to regain her breath but once she did, she lifted her head up and locked eyes with me over her daughter’s shoulder and saw the truth in my eyes and in my actions. Watching my hand plunge my thumb into her daughter’s derrière. There was a shocked look on her face until it fully processed that yes, I was playing with and by extension prepping her daughter’s posterior for plundering and then a massive ecstatic grin split her face from ear to ear. “Yes, he is Sweetling, he’s going to claim your final hole…he’s going to plunder your booty” she whispered the last part into her daughter’s ear, causing her to freeze then screech as the largest orgasm so far ripped through her body, causing her body to convulse and her cunt muscles to constrict almost painfully tight around my pistoning member.
I caught the mother’s eye again, then cocked an eyebrow in question at both her and her daughter’s reactions. She smiled sheepishly “All cat girls, whether goddess, nekomimi, or anthropomorphic are massive buttsluts and yes that includes myself.” she answered both of my unspoken questions. I turned back to her daughter, grabbed a fistful of her hair then pulled back until her back was more of a U shape, her mother could watch as her modest breasts with nipple ornaments bounced on her chest and her belly bulge outward every time I bottomed out in her cunt. “Is that true whore?” I asked, my voice soft and sensual in her ear “Ha ha ha Yesh Mashtah ah ah oh fuck ha ha is trwwee ha ha fuck mai Shlutty ashee” she slurred out, far too overwhelmed with pleasure to articulate complete sentences.
What could I do in the face of such earnest, debauched desperation to have her posterior plundered for all its worth but to acquiesce to her wants, but I would plunder her in my own way. Using my grip on her hair and my member still buried in her snatch I lifted the two of us until I was standing over her mother with her in my arms, which I maneuvered until my fingers were locked behind her head and the back of her knees resting comfortably in the crook of my elbows. Locked in a full nelson and completely at my mercy the daughter locked eyes with her mother, her mother’s eyes alight with joy and reflecting her own eager anticipation right back at her. I shifted then, slowly, tortuously drawing my member from her cunt, all the while she was moaning like a whore and throwing her arms behind her to grab onto my head and shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to. Once free of her sex, I shifted slightly and began prodding at her rear entrance.
She jumped in my arms, as much as she could jump, as my prodding became more insistent. The daughter was practically vibrating in my arms in anticipation, wiggling her ass, trying to be penetrated on her terms and that’s something I wasn’t going to allow. I lifted her up a little higher until there was no contact between her rear and my shaft and before the whine building in her throat could leave it and with a roar of my own, I dropped her onto my member. Her mouth dropped in a silent scream as her eyes bugged out then rolled up into her eyes while her hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair, her body convulsed as it was rocked by an orgasm, her empty sex gushed, depositing girl cum and my seed upon the floor and her belly bulged outward perfectly outlining my prick.
The mother had been tight because of disuse, the daughter had been tight because she was a virgin, but this? This was a realm of tightness so far beyond my previous experiences and I lost my concentration, flooding her bowels with my seed and causing her belly to bulge even farther outward. We stood there for a moment, me just processing just how tight her anal cavity was and her panting with her tongue lolled out and dripping saliva onto her breasts and distended belly. Unbeknownst to me but visible to the mother a golden Aquila began to ink itself upon her daughter’s lower abdomen with her belly button nestled between the two eagles’ heads.
After recovering my wits, I looked up and saw that the mother was gone. Before I could ponder upon that turn of events, I felt something tickling my balls. I looked down over the daughter’s shoulder and saw the back of the mother between my legs, lapping the excess spluge that had leaked around the seal her daughter’s sphincter made around my member and that had oozed out of her daughter’s cunt and ended up covering my sack. After a few minutes I felt the tickling sensation of the mother cleaning my balls disappear and the daughter to squeak and look down where her mother had latched onto her overstuffed and leaking quim, the Aquila clit piercing resting on her face. With the mother eating out the daughter and taking a moment to appreciate the taboo nature of debauchery taking place between my legs, I decided to get a move on. But before I could the daughter opened her mouth “Ah Ah Naughty Mama, stealing all my hard earned cum” she said, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. The mother made some vague noises of protest and disagreement, believing and probably rightly so that she had earned the load that I had deposited into her daughter’s posterior and she was just the slightest bit miffed at loosing out on her prize so she would take a consolation prize, the seed I had already deposited in her daughter’s sex.
“Leave your mother alone, she’s right to feel slighted. Let her have this taste, once I’m done with you, I’ll fill all her holes with my seed same as you” I said, shifting my legs slightly to settle my stance. The daughter giggled “Of course MastaHHHH!!!” I cut her off by beginning to thrust, drawing back then surging forward. The daughter’s words cutting off into a shrill cry while below, the mother moaned into her daughter’s snatch as my balls slapped into her chin. I set a brutal pace to start with long, hard fast strokes causing the daughter’s piercings to clink beautifully on their chains, the mother too moaned as my movements caused more of my seed to fall from her daughter’s quim and the daughter was reduced to incoherent blubbering interspersed with the moans, screams, screeches and shrieks as she vocalized her pleasure for the void to hear.
At some point during my plundering of her booty, the daughter managed to regain enough of her facilities to speak…fairly coherent sentences. “Ha Ha Ha Mama Ah Ah Ah Mashtah’s fucking mai ashee Mama Ha Ha Ha” she slurred, her tongue hanging from her mouth, eyes rolled up and crossed, the picture perfect ahegao face, only missing the hands raised giving a double peace sign. “MmmmmPahhhh Yes shlurpah he is Sweetling mlem mlem mlem shlurpah just like you’ve always slurrrrp dreamed” the mother said, her words coming out choppy as she continued to eat her daughter out. I chuckled at their words “Such naughty kitties I have” I said, my words filled with mirth as a grin split my face. They were quick to agree with me “Yesh Mashtah Ha Ha, yoursh all yoursh Ha Ha” “Your mlem mlem mlem naughty little shlurrp kitty goddess Nommmmmmmpah buttsluts” the two responded. I looked upon the two goddesses, the mother on her knees eating out her daughter whom I held in a full nelson with my member buried in her bowels. “Yes, you are. Mine to own, mine to claim, mine to take, mine to do WITH. AS. I. WISH AGHHHHHH!” my final word was punctuated by a roar as my balls contracted, my member twitched and my glans pulsed as I flooded the daughter’s bowels with my seed a second time.
The both of them hit their own climaxes, the daughter shrieking her ecstasy to the heavens as her body convulsed in my arms while the mother pulled her mouth from her daughter’s sex to scream her own pleasure to the world, both hands between her legs working over her snatch and her chin and breasts covered in drool and my seed. About halfway through my orgasm, I pulled my still pumping member from the daughter’s rear hole and with an application of telekinesis shoved the mother to the hilt, allowing the rest of my seed to pour into her gullet. She made a noise of surprise at the sudden intrusion then a groan of satisfaction as she got to drink fresh, straight from the tap, completely unbothered by the fact it had been buried to the hilt in her daughter’s rump.
After that, things blended together into a haze of debauchery. I gently tossed the daughter onto the pile of cushions before taking hold of the mother, folding her into a mating press and pounding her into the ground, alternating between her rectum and her cunt. After depositing a load in each hole, I took the daughter face down ass up, alternating between her holes as she repaid her mother’s earlier cunnilingus. Then the daughter conjured up a facsimile of my member and we spit roasted her mother, even completing an Eiffel Tower, though I was the only one who got the reference. The facsimile was passed to the mother and we double penetrated the daughter, pinning her between us. Then I attached the facsimile to my own groin and penetrated them both as they laid atop one another. At some point the mother received the same marks of ownership as her daughter, a golden Aquila womb tattoo and a golden Aquila upon her rump sandwiched between the words ‘Property of the Emperor’ in golden gothic font. Then I had an idea and put the mother-daughter pair into a sixty-nine, linked their nervous systems together using my immense power, then proceeded to pound the both of them at the same time. Granted I was only penetrating the one but with their nervous systems linked the one I wasn’t hilted in still felt the sensations as though I was. For the Coup De Gras, I received a double blowjob/paizuri from the mother-daughter pair and I painted their upturned faces and open mouths white with my seed.
I stood over the two goddesses as they kneeled before me, faces, breasts, and hair painted white as they gasped for air. Using telekinesis, I lifted the two of them and deposited them upon the mound of cushions, they shifted until they held each other in a tender embrace, slowly licking each other clean of my seed. I stood there, kind of awkwardly as the two of them groomed each other. I wasn’t quite shifting foot to foot but it was a near thing. The mother looked up at me and gave me a most satisfied smile before nudging her daughter toward me. The daughter looked between us uncomprehending until a metaphorical light bulb went off above her head. “Ah, yes, please forgive me Master, I offer you a boon” she said, trying to come off formal and professional but the image was ruined somewhat with my seed still caked on her face and her mother running her tongue over said seed and over her hair.
“Boon?” I asked, kinda surprised that I was still getting more power. I already felt the mother upgrade the power that the conqueror gave me, and I could already feel significant reach for the power the blacksmith gave me, what more could I possibly need? “Yes, it’s not the most powerful thing, I’m not exactly a powerhouse you understand, but with the amount of power I’ve built up today thanks to our…escapades I should be able to do something small yet significant.” she explained, her cheeks going slightly pink as she severely undersold just exactly what we had been up to. But that wasn’t what I was focused on, ‘small yet significant’ she had said. I didn’t know where conqueror and blacksmith were sending me but considering the amount of power forced upon me and that this was a three-way competition between four goddesses…this was not going to be a single planet affair. No, this was going to be a full galactic scale conflict between ‘Good’ and ‘Evil’ with me being thrown in to serve as the ‘Neutral’ option, and considering just how much disgust and dismissiveness I had been shown by conqueror and blacksmith I got the feeling that where ever I was going was gonna lean rather heavily toward the female half.
With all that taken into consideration, I really only had two options and while it might have been fun to make all the women where ever I was going lactate when aroused I decided to go with the more tactical option. But first, I needed clarification “Tell me, can you affect the Laws of Reality?” I asked, the daughter nodded and that was that. With no further hesitation I made my decision “For my boon, all women will have a defeat fetish” I declared, the two of them were struck dumb for a moment but then absolutely massive and down right degenerate smiles split their faces. The mother covered her mouth with her hand and went “Ara Ara” while the daughter rubbed her hands together while going “Fufufurfu”. I gamely ignored their actions while they got their perversions out of their systems. Then the daughter locked eyes with me “You realize that at this stage of my power the fetish would only make women aroused at the thought of defeat and more inclined to surrender but they’re not going to throw a fight just to feed said fetish” she explained, turning semi-serious as the perverse grin left her face but she maintained a perverse glint in her eyes.
I nodded “That’s fine, preferable even. I want them to throw everything they have and come at me with all their might so that when I crush them beneath my heel, they will have no illusions about who is superior.” I stated, the weight of my words hanging over the room like a blanket. The daughter nodded, then snapped her fingers “Done, every living being that considers itself female now has a defeat fetish” she…I didn’t want to say spoke because that’s not what she did. Her voice had gone two-toned and reverbed, so it was less she said something and like she intoned something, imposing her will upon reality. Then, of course, was the wording. When I made my intentions known I had used fairly specific language, specifically women as the target. But the daughter changed the wording to the far vaguer ‘every living being that considers itself female’ which had very interesting implications, however that was neither here nor there.
The mother then turned her attention from cleaning her daughter and locked eyes with me. “Our time here is at an end, Master.” she made a gesture and a glowing doorway appeared to my left “This portal will take you on the rest of your journey. Go, and do as your pale ancestors did before you…conquer.” I nodded at her words, then turned to the glowing portal and began walking forward, plans already forming in my head. As I walked, I felt two queries from the power the conqueror gave me, it was mostly integrated and fully merged with my being but it felt like these two things were preventing it from completing the integration.
They were similar, I noticed, both asking if I wanted to take a pair of fully stocked warships. The first, The Imperator Somnium, roughly translated as The Emperor’s Dream, was a continent sized warship with comparable weapons, armor, and crew. Speaking of crew, the thing came with a full complement of fully equipped Custodes, Imperial Guard, and Adepta Sororitas. Built using secrets of the Golden Age of Technology, the Imperator Somnium was more than a match for most space faring nations and even the usual weakness of such massive warships, strike craft, were nullified. A combination of massed point-defense batteries, heavy shielding, thick armor, its own compliment of strike craft, and shear mass made it near impervious to conventional attack and the legions of fanatical warriors made any attempt to board the ship suicidal at best. It was a monster of a ship and carried with it a monster of an army, so naturally I chose to bring it along. My second optional choice was the Imperator Somnium’s larger, scarier cousin, The Phalanx. A moon size mobile Star Fortress. It had everything The Imperator Somnium did but on a much grander scale. More weapons, armor, shields, strike craft and of course mass. Built during the Golden Age of Technology, the Phalanx is the absolute pinnacle of human engineering in the Warhammer 40K setting and with a similarly sized complement of Custodes, Imperial Guard and Adepta Sororitas, the ability to dock and service entire battlefleets of ships and whatever else bullshit Golden Age of Humanity stuffed inside. The answer to the question ‘do I want my own better Death Star’? yes, yoink.
I know there are those who would look at me taking a warship and mobile base on top of all my power as being unsporting and to them I say…get bent. I have no idea what state where ever I end up is in, I have no idea how long my opponents have been active in our battleground. For all I know, I could be joining a Late Game session of Stellaris where the two dominant empires are building Mega structures and Giga structures and prepping to fight the Crisis while I’m piddling around building level two space stations and thinking destroyers are the height of military tech. As such, having a pair of fleet killers in my arsenal is just what the doctor ordered. Besides, I wasn’t here to be sporting or play fair, I was here to win and by me I would win. With those final pieces settled, I passed through the threshold of the portal to my destiny. A gateway to conquest, rivals to dominate, goddesses to bring low…my future was at hand.