The kiss grew more heated by the second. Subana quivered with the whole of her short, curvy body. Rykard knew the differences between a new submissive being nervous and eager. Usually those two sensations were present in a mix. Subana was only the tter. No one in the cosmos would have been more prepared for this night than the goddess of fated submission.

  Despite that eagerness, she only received his affection. As his tongue pushed past her golden lips, hers was there to compliment his motions. Her hands remained on her plump thighs, her ass put. All of the power and responsibility was in his hands. It was just as Rykard preferred it, especially for the first time with a new submissive.

  What began with two pairs of lips meeting now had turned into Rykard dominating the goddess’ mouth. Head tilted all the way back, the shortest of the shortstacks, exactly a metre tall, was subjected to the depths of his greed. Making out with her was truly divine, her saliva tasting like sweet ambrosia. The wet smacks of their lips filled the room with infrequent noises. Subana gasped and moaned, her bck-white body growing hotter.

  In one fluid set of motions, Rykard broke the kiss and pulled the goddess against his chest. “Oh, Master!” she cried when her huge tits squished against his chest. Just the touch of her nipples against his muscles was enough to make her shiver head to toe. He only needed one arm to pin her tiny frame in pce. Her luscious hair parted magically, giving him a clear view of her fat ass. Her little toes barely peeked out from under it. The demon-esque tail was the only part of her she could not keep still, its thin length wagging and curving like a happy mixture between dog and snake.

  “When was the st time you had an orgasm?” Rykard wanted to know.

  Subana’s cheeks flushed a greyish-red colour. Despite her obvious embarrassment, she kept her heterochromatic gaze locked on him. “When you stopped fucking,” she confessed.

  The king wasn’t surprised. As goddess of fated submission, she had kept herself a virgin for him but such a sexual entity wouldn’t have been capable of staying clear of pleasure entirely. “Naughty girl,” he cooed. The hand slung around her back wandered a little lower, grasping her plump derriere.

  “I-I can seal my ability to climax for you?” she suggested while pressing the smooth, firm, squishy meat of her backside into his grasp. Her tits squished more intensely against his abs in equal measure, fttening to the point where, despite his frame being about twice her width, the softness spilled all the way to his sides. “I-”

  A thumb on her lips put a seal on her words more powerful than any magic. “You are whatever I want you to be,” he spoke them for her. “Of all the options that you have, you chose me as your fated Master. I know that I can do to you whatever I want.” He kept fondling her ass as he spoke. The shortstack was totally rexed, panting, staring through half-lidded eyes. “There’ll be nothing fancy about tonight - no spells, tinctures, or toys. I’ll treat you just as I treated Vako, Cecilia, and all the others. You’re not a goddess to me anymore. There are only two words for you,…” He bowed down until he reached her pointy ear, his rge frame practically enveloping her. “..sex sve.”

  Subana swallowed audible, then released the held air as a loud moan. A surprised squeak closely followed as the shortstack was suddenly picked up and spun upside down.

  Enough words had been spoken already. There was nothing more that needed to be said. All Rykard cared about now were the holes to be taken. By the end of the night, he vowed, she would be certain in the conviction that the floor at his feet was a greater pce than a throne in heaven.

  Subana was pced roughly on the sheets. The force of Rykard’s movement made her bounce once, the force causing her tits to jiggle. Facing her Master, ft on the bed, the goddess stared up at his manhood. It must have looked so much bigger with her own eyes. Rykard lost no time to boasting and Subana no time to staring.

  Opening up her mouth wide, she was immediately ready for the second ciming of her upper hole. Grabbing her slender neck with one hand and a tit with the other, Rykard let her hands do the guiding. Virgin she was, but also thoroughly trained by whatever methods she had deemed appropriate and millennia of unfulfilled fantasies. Not a single order was necessary for her to grasp his manhood and angle it towards her parted lips.

  Past the golden ring that they formed, the dom’s cock pushed. Into her warm mouth he went, then deeper into her throat. All the while, her tongue caressed all it could touch with veneration and the urge to learn what she needed to be a worthy cocksleeve for her chosen owner. Fate was ever in flux and doubtlessly other worthy men had manifested throughout the eons - yet it was him that she had chosen to be the only one truly worthy. A worth that she now had to measure up to.

  Rykard saw and felt her neck bulge, the girth of his cock widening her throat. Suggesting that she would have a gag reflex would have been a cheap joke. If anything, her throat was sucking him in deeper on its own. Her semi-demonic appearance went deeper than the horns and the skin. The walls of her throat were lined with pussy like bumps and folds. Like the mouth of a succubus, its primary purposes were speaking and fucking, eating and breathing were distant third and fourth uses.

  Subana strained while he sunk into her. She was trying to hold back her first orgasm until his sack spped against her face. The goddess of fated submission failed. All of her self-discipline was undone by the Master that sheathed himself inside her. He was barely in her throat when her hips shot up from the mattress.

  All of the jiggle on her body quaked. Plump thighs and fat ass most of all, but even her huge tits were sent into rippling motion by her spasmic bucking. Raised up high, her cunt gushed, marking the clean bed with divine lust.

  Shoving his cock deeper into the vibrating sleeve, Rykard delightfully followed the orgasm growing from a gushing to a squirting dispy. Explosive releases of pussy juice kept shooting from the swollen, virgin lips of the sexual deity.

  One st push and Rykard was all the way inside her. The true beauty of Subana’s two-coloured skin only became apparent now. The white connected the underside of her chin with her cunt, the bck framing it all as a highlighted strip. To align it all properly, Rykard grabbed the ankles of her parted legs, then pinned them together, her legs almost fully stretched out.

  It was all too easy a gesture. Just how small Subana was could not be understated. Half his size, all he had to do to reach her toes was bow forward a bit. Her neck obediently aligned with the slight change in angle. The walls of her throat kept twitching around him. Rykard was deeper inside her than in any woman before, just because she was the smallest thing he would ever fuck.

  ‘Shortstacks and their flexible insides,’ Rykard marvelled. He doubted Subana was the first of the kind. If she was, he would have to worship her for a few minutes at least for creating one of his favourite things in the cosmos. ‘That’s for when she is a person again.’

  Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room while Rykard pulled his hips back. The golden ring of her lips formed a vacuum seal around his cock and the twitching folds refused to let him go. Her back and ass kept arching off the ground as best as her twitching muscles could manage, pinned by throat and ankles as she was.

  GLACK!

  A fresh squirt of pussy juice broke between the clenched, plump thighs of the divine cocksleeve, when he rammed his cock back into her. The size of the mess she was making was just as little a concern to Rykard as the fact that he had stopped pulling out before she could inhale. There was as much fluid in that body as she needed to keep squirting and breathing was an optional purpose for a dick glove.

  GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!

  Rykard fucked her face hard and fast, then harder and faster still. The entirety of the massive bed was shaking. None of the four other cocksleeves on it were even fazed by that. A shaking bed was far from unusual when sharing it with the king of all doms and their exhaustion ran deep.

  The mixture of saliva, drool, and precum kept escaping as a frothy mix from Subana’s astonishingly well-lubricated lips. Even her saliva was made for the task of getting pounded. Her pussy just kept on squirting. Her body was slick with sticky sweat, coating her like a carefully distributed yer of massage oil.

  A body made for pounding head to toe.

  Rykard adjusted his angle slightly. He had found a sensitive spot in the depth of her pussy-like throat and exploited it relentlessly. If Subana was aware it was there, she had not expected him to make use of it already. A surprised scream was followed up by a prolonged silence. Smirking, Rykard imagined the face that his balls kept smacking against: eyes rolling and gssy, the will within surrendered.

  The pace took its toll on him as well, but Rykard did not care. He raced gleefully towards his orgasm. By the end of the night, he would have filled all of her holes and marked every inch of her body. There was nothing less to do for the first time of this deity.

  When his orgasm was inevitable he suddenly pulled out. Barely, he managed to pce his balls on her lips. The shortstack venerated what she was given immediately, her tongue swirling and weighing his manhood while it tightened, sending heavy spurts up his shaft. White seed rained down on white skin in thick ropes, covering her all the way from her womb tattoo down to the jewel embedded in her chest.

  Subana knew her purpose and wrapped her little hands around his cock. Even together, they did not cover his full length. That gave her more room for the pumping motions, coaxing more and more white ropes of his current orgasm from him.

  The tip was still dribbling the final drop when Rykard grabbed Subana by the horns and dragged her upwards. She did not even need to be instructed to hover to the height of his crotch. Instinct was all she needed to roll over in the air, the crowns of her enormous tits nearly brushing against the bedsheet. Eyes and ass now facing him, she was aligned for a renewed face fucking. Her tiny horns entirely vanished in his hands.

  Rykard’s tirelessly erect cock smmed back into her. Rolled-up eyes widened at the sudden and full penetration. The patter of spraying droplets hitting the bedsheets mixed with the muffled scream of the cocksleeve.

  Before he had simply pounded her into the mattress, keeping her pinned with his weight. Now Rykard proceeded to move her head as much as he moved his hips. Subana was simultaneously weightless, getting dragged and pushed by the horns without any resistance, and heavy, making for satisfying impacts at the end of every thrust. New folds caressed his cock and new sensitive spots could be reached.

  While using her throat ceaselessly, Rykard drank in this new view of her body. The tits he had previously feasted his eyes on were now spping against his thighs on every enthusiastic thrust, an amusing and squishy feeling. In their absence, he was treated to the fatness of her ass rippling from excess force. The cheeks were entirely bck, but the puckered sphincter in between was a light grey colour, making it stand out immensely.

  Wrapped around her left leg, her toil formed a squishing coil, creating rises and falls along the length of her thigh. The median furrow of her back was a work of art in and of itself, even if a less outright erotic one.

  Rykard’s favourite part was, no doubt, her face. Her features were framed by his grasping hands and the soaked strands of silvery hair atop her head. Pink and gold eyes were both rolled up. The white skin around them was stained by all of the juices that had escaped her lips during the previous pounding. Sticky strands stretched from all around her lips to his groin on every thrust. The golden seal remained ever tight, forcing her cheeks to depravedly concave and her mouth to lewdly stretch to keep up the slurping tightness.

  The more he used her, the more confident Rykard got in the process. Having known that she was his perfect property by fate, choice, and personal design was quite different from experiencing it. Like the st two shortstacks, Subana was on a constant hair trigger, but it was on him to keep breaking her understanding of how good a perma-orgasmic slut like her could feel.

  Rykard walked the tightrope between using her like she was just a toy and remembering that she was a person who wanted to be objectified. Acknowledging the needs and wants of a submissive was a dom's duty and privilege. Especially when it meant pounding a breathless comfort hole from one squirting orgasm to the next.

  All he wanted was to keep marking her. All she wanted was to keep getting marked. Their interests aligned when the pace brought him to the point of no return yet again.

  Pulling her over his cock like a tight glove, Rykard grunted. Her nose pressed against his skin. His cock twitched within her twitching, massaging throat-pussy. Two seconds of that, and his balls tightened again.

  The load was just as rge as the first. Rykard’s superhuman physique was meeting the challenge of pounding a goddess by giving him all the seed she desired. Getting her stomach pumped full of his load had the shortstack vibrate like a purring cat. It only made staying in her depths that much more pleasant.

  But there was more of her to cim.

  The suction of her lips did not end until his cock popped free. Subana giggled, cockdrunk as she was, and moaned when he manhandled her into a new position. Her ability to hover came in useful once again, as did how narrow her waist was. Straddling the flying shortstack, Rykard smacked his cock down between her fat tits.

  Just the touch made Subana shiver head to toe. The reposition was the first gap in her orgasms she had since he had started vioting her throat. Gooey grin on her spit and precum covered face, the cocksleeve did what all good cocksleeves should and squished her udders together. Overabundant softness enveloped Rykard’s manhood on all sides. She was so small and yet her tits swallowed his cock entirely. The smoothness of her skin was further elevated by the oily nature of her sweat.

  Rykard thrusted against her underboob. The sheer size of her tits and the position her effortless hovering enabled made it somewhat simir to taking a woman from behind. The texture of her tits, even pressed together, was entirely different of course. Warmth and softness, great as they were, could not quite compete with the heat and tightness of fuckable holes.

  The sight, however, was uniquely irrepceable. Even under the grip of her hands, her tits jiggled intensely with every thrust. Her eyes darted between his face and the cock head that surfaced from her cleavage. At those times, Rykard felt the smooth surface of her chest jewel. There was no sharp edge to it. It was pleasantly hot and provided no resistance whatsoever. Staining it with their shared juices was just another aspect of defiling this goddess, taking her long-preserved virginity and ciming it all for himself. No one had ever seen her like this and only he would ever make her look this way.

  Putting a hand on the side of her neck, Rykard gently squeezed. Subana’s eyes lost all focus again at that moment, rolling back up under her fluttering lids, where they belonged. The multi-orgasmic chain resumed while he engraved the memory of his cock into yet another part of her curves. Twisting her erect nipples made her squirt all over again.

  After several minutes of pounding her tits, Rykard switched things up. Moving her upwards, he grabbed her by the ankles. O-mouthed, Subana snapped into focus, anticipating his cock entering her drenched quim next. She was almost right.

  Legs together, straight, and bent backwards, her fat mons and backdoor were on perfect dispy. The former stood out between the plump thighs just because of how swollen they were. They they were highlighted by the surrounding bck skin only made them more endearing to look at. The light grey of her asshole was simirly outstanding, blending in just a little more between the round asscheeks.

  Rykard could have had either hole instantly, the excessive pussy juice lubricating everything. His cock penetrated, but not either of her holes. Sliding over her pussy, his manhood instead disappeared between her thighs.

  Subana howled all the same, as wet noises filled the room. Just touching her clit with his underside was enough to drive her extra mad with lust. The smacking sounds of his thrusts were close enough to that of genuine fucking.

  The meat of her thighs was firmer than her tits, for obvious reasons. The muscles behind the outer yers of squish were rapidly switching between tense and rexed. Every orgasmic wave was made obvious by the reactions of her body. Curled toes and shivers, screams and clenched teeth, Subana showed everything.

  Like her tits, Subana’s thighs were fat enough to hide the entirety of his manhood. Short exceptions were made whenever he met the ripple of her legs with full force, the head protruding for the little time he needed to reverse. The heat of her cunt got Rykard closer and closer. One change of angle would have him take a divine flower. The thought enticed, but he remained as he was.

  The third climax came after several more minutes of this. Pressed against her plump rear, Rykard grunted and let himself unload. The smears of his first orgasm were joined by the fresh spurts of his third. There was still no difference in the force, quantity, or quality of the semen showering her. The only change was the position from which she was blessed by her Master’s cum, marking her already sticky face and hair with the most virile shots of his cum.

  ‘Too bad some of that is going to get lost to the sheets,’ Rykard mented. ‘Ah well, can’t have everything.’

  Spinning her around again, the dom grabbed his newest cocksleeve by the back of the head and shoved her down. Subana moaned lewdly at the rough treatment, reinforcing the motion by obediently pressing her face into the mattress. Her ass shot up in equal measure. Impossible hair parted wonderfully around her, creating a carpet of silvery-white and bck, and demon tail wiggling enticingly, the goddess presented her massive ass readily. It would have been rge on a woman three heads taller than her and looked almost ridiculous on the shortstack.

  That was the enticing factor of her body type anyhow: the borderline comical plumpness of female curves where it mattered the most.

  Delivering a swift spanking was only natural. Subana’s back arched in response to the sudden pain. Pussy juice dripped and ran down her thighs. Rykard had her put her legs together again, to really behold the heart-shape of that pillow of an ass. When he had enough of watching her jiggle, he moved to cim her hole.

  Subana panted audibly while he aligned himself with her backdoor. One knee on the bed, the other raised, Rykard hovered on top of her. The tip of his dick kissed the backdoor that, just like her mouth, existed only for the purpose of being a pleasure sleeve. A goddess did not need to eat. A cumdump only needed to ste her Master’s lust.

  Pushing down, Rykard stretched the second of his fated sex sve’s holes. It was her destiny to take him to the hilt and she was eager to oblige. Trembling, the shortstack gripped the sheets with both hands. She grunted like a wild animal. They were ecstatic sounds. “Depppprrrrrrrrr,” she growled, beggingly. He allowed her that one word.

  The penetration was gradual and swift. The usual acclimation period Rykard reserved for anal, especially first times, was cut in half by the design of her body. The shortstack’s sphincter stretched to accommodate his girth and within less than twenty seconds she was ready to be pounded.

  Driving into her from above, Rykard did just that. One hand on the swing of her hips, the other on the back of her head, he was making her his property. He was giving her the kind of pounding that women would have given their freedom up for. That she was already his hardly mattered. There was no end to the depravity he would show her. What she thought she knew did not matter either. Experience always beat observation.

  Subana experienced squirting climax after squirting climax while he pounded her tight asshole. Teeth clenched, sweaty, cum-coated, and beneath him, the goddess looked like a war trophy. Rykard treated her as such, as much less, and as so much more. The jiggle of her plump derriere had him mesmerized. He kept the pace to hear her grunts and to watch those ripples continue.

  Completely losing track of time, Rykard also lost track of his own pleasure. Before he knew it, the heated embrace of her snug insides had him at the edge. Without thinking, enthralled by her submissive charms, he kept going and came in her depths.

  After her front end, pumping her rear end full was twice as satisfying. Every spurt felt like a fantasy realized. Rykard’s world narrowed down to her for a few seconds. To her boured breathing, her orgasmic cries, her quivers, and the involuntary spasms of her body pushing against his hold on her. She kept spasming long after his cock had stopped pumping waves of his seed into her.

  Leaving behind a gaping backdoor, Rykard remained motionless above her for just a moment. Even if the divine nature of this extra hole made it unnecessary, the dom wove a quick cleaning spell out of habit. His cock was left without anything on it, the now dry cock pulsing with very alive lust. He had one more fat load in him, he was certain of that much. A perfect fit for what he had pnned for her.

  “One st hole remaining, sex sve,” he spoke in the demanding tone only a true Master was allowed to use. “Your followers know what to do in this situation. What about you?”

  Subana was still twitching, her pussy still gushing. In fact, she was so turned and sensitive that just moving appeared to set her off again. Regardless of her quivers, she managed to roll on her back. “Ehehehe…” Her giggles were between creepy and endearing. She was so broken in that her mind had shut down. Just the state Rykard loved to get his submissives in.

  Pulling her knees up to her chest, Subana dispyed herself readily. Massive tits spilled between plump thighs. The stark contrast between the bck legs and white torso elevated both sides nicely. Her cunt sat in the centre of the border area, a glistening rise and fall between peaks and valley of smooth skin. Above and below she was drooling. There was no a hair on her body. Plenty of cum and sweat gave her a nice sheen.

  “Use… Sub… if it pleases you… Master,” the goddess managed to push out.

  Rykard aligned his cock with her pussy and pushed. Unsurprisingly, the dry manhood slipped off the tight entrance. Just the swift gliding over her clit had her eyes roll up and her mouth assume an O-shape. Strands of hair stuck all around her seductive features.

  The wetness of her cunt gave the underside of his dick a nice coating. Pyfully prodding her bia with the head gave that part in particur a slippery cover of their mingling fluids. Then, when Rykard felt ready, he finally gave the goddess of fated submission what she had waited for.

  The st virginity was cimed in a long, slow, and deep thrust. Once he made it past the outer tightness, the rigidity of his cock guaranteed that he stretched her out to her utmost. Just like that of the other shortstacks, Subana’s cunt was made to take big dicks. Dense folds and flexible insides let her take every centimetre. The more of his dick he pushed into her, the more she was moulded to his size and that process drove her crazy.

  Whether it was pure intuition or the skills he had acquired pounding various other shortstacks, Rykard just knew how to adjust the angle while he went deeper and deeper into her. Every sensitive spot the size of his cock revealed between her folds, he targetted as he went deeper. His pace was perfectly moderated to prevent Subana from climaxing even from that repeated pleasure.

  The divine cocksleeve was squirming like wild. Her hands dug into her thighs, keeping her in the proper mating press position. Her tongue was stretched out. Her lungs occasionally managed to find the air to let her produce lewd “Oooh!” sounds. It sounded like she was seeing a god above gods. Then again, what was a Master for a submissive if not the ultimate object of veneration?

  Halfway inside her, Rykard met her cervix. Any previous pacing himself did not matter. Once he met that innermost part of her, there was only one reaction a shortstack could have. Knowing that, Rykard rammed the rest of his cock into her in one swift thrust, shoving her babymaker as deep into her as his cock could make it go.

  “Huh?” Subana’s surprised sound was music to Rykard’s ears. For a couple of seconds, the goddess blinked her way back to sanity. She looked at the cock that made her stomach bulge. Her womb tattoo glowed a bright pink in response to her full deflowering. The wide-eyed gaze of the goddess made his cock inside her twitch.

  “All mine now,” Rykard told her.

  “Ah….hah….” Subana’s mouth opened wider and wider. Her body was vibrating at an increasing rate. The reality of it all was sinking in. Overwhelmed nerves were ramping up, then suddenly all activating at the same time. The sanity in the cocksleeve’s eyes broke and she threw her head back, screaming without making a single sound.

  Rykard rutted into her from that moment onwards.

  The room was filled with nothing besides the PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! of the hardest mating press a virgin nymphomaniac could ask for. Bowed over the sticky, cockdrunk, mind broken, willingly ensved piece of fuckable meat, Rykard could only grin at her voiceless state. Even if she had found a sylble she could still form, she wouldn’t have known how to string the previous one onto it.

  The hardwood frame of the bed, designed for a royal pounding, creaked dangerously under the continued bitch-making. The sheets underneath Subana’s rippling ass became drenched within minutes, the downpour from her squirting cunt soiling everything around it.

  Initially, the goddess had smelled of wonderful things like rosewood and fresh leather, now she was reeking of fresh cum, sweat, and sweet pheromones. Rykard put a hand on her slender neck, pinning her down even harder. The tiny thing was an assembly of self-heated pillows that her Master grabbed, squeezed, and pinched as he pleased, making her squirt against his groin and all over his hammering cock.

  Rykard was doing nothing but that: pounding her. Creativity was not required in this situation. He would show her the ropes in due time. For now, both of them just wanted to see her st hole filled with white and stretched out - just like her throat and backdoor were.

  The orgasm was a long while away. Rykard was vaguely aware of the flow of time and of how enduring he was after four previous orgasms. The pressure in his balls belied that fact. That st load was going to be the rgest yet. His entire being wanted to pump that little cunt full of everything he had.

  After a long, long time of simply rutting into her, Rykard finally reached the endpoint. All that he was had lead to fucking and filling a goddess. No, this was just another cocksleeve. A divine, wonderfully tight one, yes, but a goddess was not going to get a position of privilege in his harem. She was getting the same treatment as all the others: getting fucked how and when he wanted.

  One st thrust brought both of them to the absolute zenith of their journey of debauchery. After upping and upping and upping the ecstasy the shortstack had felt, they finally found the pinnacle of what could be done to her. Outwardly, it looked much the same: quivering, squirting, toes curling, drooling. It was in her eyes, that the difference y, in that state beyond even insanity. Subana looked at her Master through half-lidded eyes and panted while rope after rope of his cum was flooding her.

  The size of the load filled her womb. Once he pulled out, the excess gushed out. More of it continues to dribble, adding to the absolute mess that the middle of the bed had became. The state of the sheets and Subana herself was all the more apparent compared to the four haremettes that were still slumbering in their clean spots.

  Rykard remained bowed over his newest masterpiece for a while. Completely out of her mind, the sex sve was just there, waiting for him to do anything else. Perhaps fortunately, he had reached his limits. His cock was going fccid. His balls almost hurt from how empty they were.

  ‘Time to clean her up,’ he thought and scooped the goddess up, carrying her to the attached bathing chamber.

  Much as he loved looking at cum-coated wrecks, he preferred sleeping on clean pillows.