Chapter 1 - A New Beginning

"Oh… keep going…" you croak, head pressed up against the wooden barn. You push the girl's head into your crotch even harder, absentmindedly noting how soft her long brown hair is, tangled with your fingers. You can hear wet slurps coming from your crotch, but it feels too good to look. You can only writhe in pleasure as her lips expertly suck your cock, her tongue running up and down your thick shaft, coating it in her juices as surely as your sweat covers your face.
 
You lured her into her barn while her mothers were out. You kissed her softly and sweetly, rubbing her ass through her clothes, and she practically mauled you. She tore your pants off in seconds, reducing you to nothing but a pair of panties sticking out like a tent, and two apple-sized balls that are practically spilling out of the too-small garment. You're wearing a leather vest, and a black sweater underneath that shows off the impressive curves of your breasts. You have immense cleavage, the two halves of your sweater held together by cross-crossing strings that sink into your boobs sensuously. Your long blonde hair spills down in snakey lines, further emphasizing the size of your tits.  You had been hard for the girl ever since you saw her in the market today, following her home while covering your crotch as best you could. She was young and beautiful, with crystal-blue eyes that shimmered in the sun and a pair of lips that was equally good for smiling as sucking cock. And she's very good at smiling.
 
You can feel her looking up at you, trying to catch your glance. There's just something about how she's holding her head that lets you know she isn't doing her best. With a small grunt you push her head back down, and she redoubles her efforts. You can feel one of her hands on the base of your cock, nearly crushing it and causing it to throb into her mouth. You thrust forward and sink your entire length into her, your cockhead brushing up against the back of her throat so that she chokes. Irritated, you look down. You can see your thick cock, almost two inches wide, buried deep in her mouth. "Little slut," you growl. "Don't you dare spit my dick out now." There's a pink ring of lipstick an inch from your base.
 
She looks up at you with puppy-dog eyes, nodding quickly as she lets her lips rub against your skin. You grin wickedly as you see her lush body, her thin waist and absurdly-round ass on display just for you. There is a thin indentation down her spine, all the way from her neck to her dimples, that moves as she contorts herself. Again you realize that she is trying to make eye contact with you, but you just open your mouth wide and throw your head back against the wall again, in too much ecstasy to pay much attention to your little cockgobbler.
 
The noises she is making arouse you even more. "Mmmf, mmmf, mmmf, mmmh," she moans every time you spear down her throat. You're so hot, so hot! You wish she had taken your sweater off too. It's like a fire has spontaneously erupted in your core, and the only way to put it out is to smother it in semen.
 
You open your mouth even wider and moan loudly, "Huuaaaaaaaaaah!" as you start to cum. Your giant balls constrict, injecting your potent load into the stream of cum surging through your prick. You don't so much fire ropes of cum as explode into her mouth, painting her tongue like a shotgun. Your next squirts are equally as powerful, and just as pent-up. You've been without a sweet mouth or ass for at least a few days and your cock is dying to impregnate something.
 
She finally closes her eyes as she tries to concentrate on sucking you dry. Slowly you bring your head forward as you ride through the orgasm, still blazing-hot underneath your sweater, fondling your huge breasts awkwardly. You can feel your prostate draining as your ass pulses away. And still, she is taking it all like a champ. You reach around with your other hand and grasp her throat, pressing down reasonably hard, feeling her trachea "glurk" as you forcibly pump your baby batter into her stomach.
 
Finally you gasp and push on her forehead, her lips disconnecting with a sickening pop. You spare her a glance, and your dick pulses one last time as you see your seed running a stream out of her lips and down her chin. Your eyes flick downwards into her generous cleavage, hidden behind a cowgirl's shirt. You try to imagine how tight her ass must be. You lick your lips and begin to get to your feet, the tired girl looking at you in horror as your dick surges to full length again, scared of what you would do to her with such a python in your pants.
 
You have her below you again, on her hands and knees, looking behind her fearfully as she stares at your seven-inch girlcock. You're just about to spread her ass wide when you hear a far-off scream. It doesn't worry you. Strangely, it makes you even more excited. You grin widely and angle your dick to her pucker, her sopping pussy and small flaccid cock just below it. But another scream breaks over you, and she bolts, throwing you off. You blink, confused and unhappy that the tightest ass you've seen all week was just an inch away, now you're just standing there holding your turgid cock and frowning. More screams, and you decide to pick up your pants and see what's going on.
 
You stumble down the road towards the center of your village. A dark stain spreads down your pants as the motion of your walking forces what remains of your orgasm out. Your breasts sway heavily, slowing you down as you run. The screams are louder now, and there are many of them. Briefly you reflect that there must be some terrible danger, but you are too interested to stay away. Your cock throbs painfully, and you can't guess why. There is an enormous tent in your pants.
 
You break into the village square, drinking in the incredible sight before you. Dozens of women you know are there, most of your village in fact, all on their knees, weeping. Some of their shirts have been torn open. Behind them stand a veritable garrison of soldiers, their spiky armor a wine-red. They are all wielding spears, keeping the women from escaping. In the center of the area stands the most incredible woman you have ever seen. She is immensely tall, more than six and a half feet, but she still carries hauntingly-beautiful proportions that make your mouth dry up. Her shoulder-length hair is a deep purple, her skin flawless porcelain. She has big beautiful eyelashes and eyeshadow that makes her violet pupils shine. She is wearing a long leather coat that reaches from her collar to her ankles, black on the outside and wine-red on the inside, with tight leggings made of some material you can't name. They are very shiny and grip her tightly, showing off her feminine curves, especially her ass. The leggings go straight into high-heeled boots, one of which is currently digging into your mom's back.
 
"Mom..?" you say, confused.
 
"Persephone," she gasps breathlessly. She is completely naked and lying on her hands and knees. The terrifyingly sexy woman is holding a scythe around her throat, she could easily pull her hands back and sever her head at any moment.
 
"Ahaha," she laughs, deep and womanly. "How sweet. The daughter come to see the mother die."
 
You bite your tongue and say nothing. You don't know what could be said. She grins widely and shifts her position, dragging the scythe across, opening up for a thin stream of blood to leak out. Suddenly she stops as your mother whimpers. She looks at you.
 
"Or maybe not…"
 
You twitch.
 
"I'll make you a choice, youngling," she says, licking her lips with an impossibly-pink tongue. "Your mother, or the rest of your village.
 
Your cock is still throbbing, and you have no idea why. Distractedly, you look down at the huge tent in your pants, sticking seven inches straight out. It's more like a pyramid than a tent.
 
"Aha, haha-ha, hahaha," she titters. "That turns you on?" she pauses, her mouth hanging open. "That turns you on."
 
You look at her with contempt, feeling your eyes burn. "No it doesn't!"
 
"It doesn't?" she intones, her voice low and dangerous. "Are you sure?" Without waiting for you to answer, she pulls back the wicked hooked blade of her scythe, sending it sailing murderously through the air, through your mother's unprotected neck. You can see the metal blade pierce the other side of her throat an instant before her head is completely severed, flopping dully to the ground and lying in a pile of her dark hair. You can still see her face. She has the same expression as the girl in the barn as she stared at your enormous dick, and you cum right in your pants. You gasp and grab your rock-hard cock as it spasms, rubbing up against the fabric more than enough to fuel your orgasm. You moan lewdly as your white semen comes bubbling through, clearly visible to everyone there, adding to the dark stain you acquired earlier. You fall on your ass and finish yourself off through your pants, rubbing your cockhead and panting. Your heart is beating through your chest.
 
The next thing you see is her perfect face, leering down into yours. Her lips are so pink, so puffy, you just want to lean in and kiss her. "I knew it turned you on, you slut. You just got off to the sight of your mother dying in agony."
 
Your eyes burn hot again, but you don't cry. You are embarrassed, and you are still hard enough to cut diamond. You realize that you haven't moved your hand, and quickly you withdraw it from your prick, a thick white slime connecting your palm to it as you pull away. She leans in even closer, and you feel her hand on yours, gently moving it back onto your dick. "Don't be afraid," she whispers, her lips filling your vision. Your mouth drops open and you lick absentmindedly. "Your Queen is here to take you away from here."
 
You kiss her. For an instant, you are the happiest that you've ever felt. Then an electric spark travels through her lips and into your body, and you black out.
 
 
 
 
 
The next thing you know, you're awake. You can feel the gentle trundle of a horse-drawn carriage under you. You realize that you're sitting down, leaning to the side. You open your eyes and find that you've fallen asleep on top of her, your head squishing into her breasts. Her arm is wrapped around you, her hand inside your sweater, fondling your big soft boob. You moan ever-so-lightly, barely parting your lips as her fingers find your nipple, pinching it gently. You look up into her eyes, and she looks down at you. "Hello," she says simply. You feel your heart melt. Even when she only says hello, she is regal and sexy. You grunt wordlessly, continuing to stare into her wondrous purple pools. She grins, and turns away after a long time.
 
You flick your eyes down, towards the horses. Your carriage is large and opulent, white-painted wood, inlaid with gold trim. Everything is cast in a dull pink color as the sun shines through the wine-red canvass over your heads, supported by four bars in the corners of the cart.
 
There are a few carriages travelling in front of you, too. But they don't look like pleasure-carts, they look more like transports. The horses are hauling big boxes of stuff. You wonder absently what could be in them, then furrow your brow and pull away from her. You wrest away from her arm, throwing off her lecherous fingers, leaving a dull tingle where she was rubbing. It feels better to sit up in the carriage. You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the compulsion to look at her, her purple eyes staring at you, framed by her beautiful dusky hair. "What's the problem?" she says sweetly.
 
"Mmmh," you grunt, starting to stand up inside the carriage. You're halfway out when you feel her grip your arm, pulling you back to your seat with a frightening strength. "Stay," she commands. You look at her angrily, but when you look in her eyes, the fight goes out of you. Your arm goes limp, and she releases it gingerly. She puts her nose in the air. "Come here," she says, wrapping her hand around the back of your head, threading her fingers into your white-blonde hair, pulling you forward inexorably. You flick your eyes from her pupils to her lips, which are open, and shine with an irresistible gloss. You blink, opening your mouth and tilting your head instinctively.
 
She gloms onto you, and it is once again made clear that she is an older woman. Her mouth is large enough to take your lips inside, sucking you like a lollypop, accompanied by a wet slurp. You tilt your head even more and offer up your tongue for her to lick, which she does. That pink tongue darts forward, pressing against yours, pushing it aside impetuously. You moan down her throat as she begins to explore your mouth, her hand once again plunging into your immense cleavage and fondling you happily.  "Mmmm… Mmmmf!" you manage as her tongue quests forward, wriggling at the back of your throat. You rub your tongue against hers as best you can, puckering your lips and sucking on it, squeaking when she pinches your nipple.
 
You make out with the woman for almost five minutes, that same heat returning to your body and settling in your core. You warm up gradually under your sweater, your girlcock harder than it's ever been, stabbing into her leg awkwardly. At length, your erection becomes painful, and you start to dry-hump her.
 
She breaks away from the lengthy kiss with a sexy gasp of air, wiping her mouth of your saliva in the same movement. She grins wickedly and pushes your chest, a small amount of pain streaking through your back as you crash into the wooden backboard. Afraid to speak, you keep quiet, your dick burning a hole in your thoughts as she stares at your curvy body possessively. She lunges forward, grabbing the rim of your cum-soaked pants and jerking them downwards to your knees, freeing your member to bounce lewdly, your erection having pulled your foreskin down. Your cockhead is shining with pre, and an intense cummy smell fills the air. She bites her lip, and you giggle. "Yeah, it's big! Maybe since you're giving me a ride on your cart, I can give you a ride on my—"
 
The next thing out of your mouth is a painful gasp as she peels off her leggings, revealing a cock that makes yours look like the wilted penis of a breeding bitch. Up until now, you had the biggest prick you'd ever seen. At 7 inches, you dwarfed the dicks of the village girls, whose small cocks fit nicely on their small feminine bodies. This dominatrix is nearly a foot long, her shaft almost as thick as your wrists, veiny and bulging, with a solid-purple cockhead that's literally dripping precum from its gaping urethra. Her enormous girlcock isn't even fully erect. It's dangling down between her legs, all the way to her knees. Her balls are as big as mangoes, pulsing with virility. You look up into her eyes, feeling the same fear that you saw on the girl in the barn, and you shudder. "Please," you mouth, almost inaudibly.
 
"I knew you would beg for it," she says, her tall body dominating you, her cape widening out like an illusion until its wine-red color fills your vision. She pushes on your chest again, and you fall backwards, expecting to stop when your back hits the cart, but instead you tumble down in freefall, head-over-heels and screaming at the unexpected and otherworldly sensation.
 
 
 
 
 
You land on a bed with a soft *puff*, all of the momentum dissipating into its luxurious sheets. Your clap your hand to your head and wait for the world to stop spinning, slowly noticing that the woman is still towering over you. "Where am I?" you whisper, utterly cowed.
 
"You are in my bedroom," she breathes, and you watch every movement of her perfect lips that just seconds ago you were kissing. Roughly she spreads your legs, revealing your dripping pussy and tiny virgin pucker. You are horrified. Vaginal intercourse is only used when pregnancy is desired. Therefore, she'll be going for the other hole, with her foot-long cock. Without waiting, she thrusts forward, pressing her huge purple glans against your ass. You try to object, but her swirling purple eyes calm you down again. God, you could just stare into them forever…
 
But forever is too long. She laughs harshly and plunges forward, burying her cockhead halfway into your anus. You can feel every centimeter of its giant fleshy head squish inside, pushing you open with ease, nearly tearing you in half. You look down. Her crotch still seems so far away from you, she still has 10 inches to go. You moan uncontrollably as she pushes in, her glans disappearing inside you and mushrooming out. It's so wide that you can feel it press against your walls, causing you to writhe around, dimly noting that you're still constrained by your sweater and jacket. Your dick stands straight up, pulsing gently, precum leaking out and sliming your belly. She wraps her hands around your womanly thighs and pulls them up until your legs are resting on her back. You whimper as her foot-long meat slams into your virgin ass, stretching you out until it feels like you're going to rip. You moan and roll your head, grabbing fistfuls of bedsheet to try and cope with the intense sensation. Her cockhead is buried so deep that you can feel it press up against your fist-sized prostate, and she's barely halfway in!
 
"AAAAaaaaaaahhhn! Nooooo…!" you wail as she jerks spasmodically against your inner barrier. With each thrust, you can feel the cum surge another few inches up your dick, until she's literally pumping out your cum. She pulls back, then barrels in again, over and over and over! Her cock is almost three inches wide, and so your ass must be too… You feel like you're about to faint. You can almost feel your skin bulge through your stomach as her cock rummages through your anus. You can hear her enormous sack slapping against the underside of her member as she thrusts forward. Your cock is screaming to be touched. Your body is burning up inside your stifling clothes, and you grab the two halves of your sweater and tear it asunder with a feral roar, ripping it apart with a strength born from pure frustration and exposing your breasts which are each almost as large as your head. Your hands fly to your cock, jerking it as hard as you can, squeezing it as hard as you can, making it explode into a thick gossamer thread that flies high into the air before splattering onto the sheets, already followed by another. You see her grin, and her eyes suffuse with swirling purple energies, her lips spreading wide as she grits her teeth together, hissing and grunting, pistoning her curving hips into you timelessly as your orgasm reaches its peak. You make a loud girlish scream and fire another blast of cum just as the woman's cock throbs inside you and begins to unload, her balls visibly shrinking to disgorge what must be an absolutely mind-melting amount of cum.
 
Not for a second does she stop fucking you, never slowing, jackhammering your virgin ass. Each time she bottoms out you can feel another stream of thick creamy semen erupt inside, forcing your own cum out of your tired prick and onto your body. You babble ceaselessly as your eyes roll back into your head, the dull thump of her cockhead against your empty prostate now joined by a sickening *schlllurp* as she drags her meat through a swamp of cum, sucking and dragging noisily along her impossible shaft. Your dick flops around as she slams into your depths. She's so big that she can't hilt inside you, and it's driving her crazy, force-fucking you even harder and roaring her dominance. "Spuh!" you manage, trying to say stop, but no longer really in control of your body. And besides, you don't want her to stop. Not ever.
 
But forever is a long time, and eventually, after what feels like minutes of cum, the woman slows, panting, her dick shoved halfway in and absolutely coated in her own seed. Your asscheeks feel wet, doubtlessly shiny with her erotic leavings. You can feel her dick soften and shrink, your ass slowly contracting around it. She pulls out with a final wet "slurp," pulling the plug on your stuffed-full body and allowing her semen to waterfall out onto the bed. It's a most peculiar sensation, like peeing from your butt.
 
Lying on your back, limbs splayed haphazardly, white semen bubbling endlessly from your abused asshole, you manage to keep your eyes open and stare at the mysterious stranger. The purple mist you saw before had expanded, filling the room with hundreds of thousands of dots of light, swirling around slowly, beautifully. It looked like the universe itself had erupted from her eyes.
 
"Who… who are you…" you sputter, watching the heavens dance around her.
 
"I am Eris, Goddess of Chaos," she smirked. "And you, Persephone, are mine."
 
 
 
 
 
You yawn widely, rolling over onto your back and stretching out your arm. Your bed is a lot softer than you remember. You open your eyes, and see the pink-and-red room arrayed around you, Eris' room, and it all comes flooding back to you. You look around, but she isn't there. Daylight is flooding in through an enormous curtained window. You twinge down below, and tear off the bedsheets, revealing your flaccid girlcock resting on the bed. The area around it is a dark, wet color, and your ass hurts. Tentatively, you prod yourself down there, and your pucker loosens slightly, releasing another bubble of her cum. "Oh."
 
"Oh. You are awake."
 
You pivot to your left, towards the voice. There is a woman there who looks a lot like Eris, but… curvier. She's a lot shorter; shorter than you, you think. However, her hips have a generous flare bordering on obscene, and her two breasts put together are as large as a watermelon, with cherry-like nipples clearly visible through her black shirt. She is every inch a matron. You look down and notice she's holding a tray, breakfast, with a steaming cup of tea and an open-faced sandwich. Your stomach grumbles, and you realize the only thing you've digested recently was Eris' cum. The matron holds out the tray, which she was about to place on the bedside table. You hold out your hands and accept the food gratefully, breathing deeply. It smells like… tea. Not terribly interesting. It's never really been your cup of tea. You take a bite of the sandwich, its rich hammy taste filling your mouth, and you hum your appreciation. But the maid doesn't leave, she stays, watching you. You swallow hard. "Yes?"
 
"Eris instructed me to ensure you were ready for your day."
 
You stare at her. "I think I've got it."
 
She shakes her head. "Fine. You will find a suitable bath once you leave this room, down the corridor, turn left, the second door." With that, she leaves, her ass swaying enormously as she goes, and you have no choice but to stare. Your cock hardens almost immediately as you imagine grabbing her child-bearing hips and hilting inside her. You manage to shake the image but your cock stays hard as you get out of bed and go over to the mahogany dresser, pulling it open.
 
Inside there is a single garment, a white dress. You remove it from its hanger carefully and hold it in front of you, trying to inspect it, when you feel strong hands caress you from behind. You turn, your mouth open in surprise, and see Eris' face loom for an instant before she once again captures your lips, her hot breath teasing your skin. You moan automatically as her fingers wrap around your large breasts, squeezing their flesh possessively. You kiss dryly over your shoulder for a few seconds, then turn, throwing the dress onto the bed and wrapping your arms behind her neck. You deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue into her mouth and doing your best to rub your lips up against hers. They are glossy with lipstick just like before, it feels incredible, and you moan appreciatively. She grabs your ass and kneads it hard, making your already-erect member jump upwards, bumping into her crotch. Slowly you peel away from the kiss, not pulling your tongue back into your mouth, allowing a string of spit to connect the two of you. You look at her pink lips, then up into her entrancing eyes. "Hi," you say breathlessly.
 
Eris grins and squeezes your ass again. She puts her hands on your shoulders and applies pressure, making you stumble backwards until your back is up against the wall. She kisses you noisily and wraps her hands around your thigh, pulling it up until it's resting on her hip. You can feel her titanic package throbbing into your stomach, and you know that she wants it again. You look up into her face, almost a foot above you, and smile sheepishly. "My ass is sore," you whisper.
 
"That's fine," she says simply, shoving her tongue into your mouth again. You gasp and return the kiss, even as you feel her other hand messing around in her crotch. You hear a shuffling of clothing, and then her hot meat flops out onto your stomach. You breathe deeply, a little frightened, and more than a bit turned-on. She breaks the kiss to reposition herself, pressing her lips into your neck and grabbing your ass, pulling you a foot straight up the wall and jamming her cockhead up against your surprised pucker. You squirm uncomfortably and gasp again, looking down, seeing her foot-long shaft again positioned to enter your body. From the look on her face, it doesn't seem like she's going to be stopping just because you don't have any more anal cavity.
 
She thrusts in, and you cry out, but manage not to throw back your head again. You immediately break out into a hot sweat as your abused ass stretches once more around her thick meat. Your cock stands at full attention, waving like a flag with each heartbeat, its pink head above your navel. Eris chuckles darkly and slides in farther. You grit your teeth as you feel her mushroomed head pushing your walls apart, "Nnnnnh!" She doesn't wait any longer. You can feel tears start to leak from your eyes as she sinks in inch after inch. Those wondrous lips are actually getting a hell of a lot closer… You wonder if she will pull you down far enough that you can kiss her.
 
She does. Eagerly you press your lips into hers, sucking on her, still being lowered towards your inevitable conclusion. Images race through your brain of her hilting inside you, literally spearing you so that you die, and she dumps your body in a forest for the beasts of the field to feast on. Her tongue is dancing in your mouth ever so deeply. Her saliva tastes delicious. You open your eyes and see that she's looking right at you, her purple eyes shining with power, and you shudder. If she decides to pull you down all the way, then she is certainly strong enough to.
 
Her cockhead slides up against your prostate, causing droplets of precum to bubble out of your tip. The smell fills the air. She keeps going, her shaft rubbing against it now, her head disappearing into your colon. You slide down the remaining inches, your ass stretched to its limit, and her throbbing cock feels like a vibrator plunged deep inside you. You actually managed to hilt on this glorious woman! Your glorious Queen Eris. Your apple-sized balls are resting on her stomach, coated in sweat just like the rest of you. Your pussy is literally dripping, covering her base in feminine fluids. You feel her hands tighten around you as she pulls backwards, her dick sliding out painfully quickly, coated in her own sperm from last night. It's jutting outwards in that delicious arc, and she has to push her ass out as she bends her knees. You wonder what it would be like to be inside her. Your cock is covered in your own precum.
 
She pushes back into you, and you scream pitifully, your ass stretching open again on her spear. Like before, you cum before Eris, losing your mind as your body reacts to the orgasm. You wrap one hand around the base of your dick and one hand around your crown, completely covering it, jerking lightly, which immediately coaxes forth your semen. You feel your balls tighten, adding to the mix of transparent precum that she's forcing out of you. Your cream turns white and you start to cum for real, thrusting your pelvis forward and firing your jizz out across the room. Eris hilts inside you again, then forgets all about her self-control. She grunts and starts to pound into you, roaring her dominance. You imagine what it must be like to own a beast like that, and to own a slave limber enough to take the entire thing. You wonder how it must feel to have your entire prick sunk deep into your own ass, coated in your own stuff from last night. The sweltering heat inside your body gives you some idea, but your own member is still air-cooled as it shoots strand after strand, your own precum drying right on.
 
You squeal girlishly and keep pumping your cock as your orgasm finishes, your balls utterly spent, and you can see a large area of floor that's simply covered in your semen, painted there as if by a spastic artist. You whine as she hilts again, not waiting a second before slurping out of you. It takes a moment for her to pull her foot of meat out again, but she slams in almost immediately, like her body is desperate to be inside. She closes her eyes in pleasure and moans, deep and throaty, and you feel her squirt deep inside you. You can feel it try to bulge out through your stomach as her muscles contract powerfully, basting you like a thanksgiving turkey, filling you with a new source of warmth. You get a strong mental image of her cock spurting into your depths, her cockmilk jetting along your walls and rolling down her meat until it pools at your anus.
 
You're babbling senselessly, your orgasm refusing to end until hers does. You've been riding the pleasure for almost a minute, more than enough time for your erection to return. Your hands clasp around it as you wonder if her grapefruit-sized balls will ever run dry, when she exhales loudly and pulls her dick free, putting you down in the same motion. You lean against the wall for support, a waterfall of slime erupting from your ass and running down your lissom legs. You can't summon the strength to pull your tongue back into your mouth, and your platinum-blonde hair is hanging down in front of your face, tied together in strings from your sweat. You let yourself slide down the wall, your knees buckling, and your ass lands in a puddle of Eris' leavings. The next time you look up, she is gone, the only trace of her being there at all are the two messes you've both made on the floor.
 
 
 
 
 
It's almost twenty minutes before you can pick yourself back up. Twenty minutes passed in utter bliss, your mistress' cum coating your legs and soaking into your skin. You can only guess at the dermatological benefits. Finally you stand, her semen pouring from your ass, moaning from the pain and the pleasure. You stagger down the hallway, hand shoved deep in your crotch, to stem the tide of white. You're dribbling a trail of slime on the warm stones. Eventually the corridor spills out into a hallway, with high stone walls and unkempt violet carpeting.
 
 What was it? Second door on the right? You turn right and head that way, running one hand against the wall and covering your ass with the other. You leave a trail along the wall as you go. Before long you find the second door, and step inside.
 
The beautiful body of a young girl lies on the floor at the bottom of a guillotine. She is headless, and her dick is sticking straight up in the air, pulsing gently, her cum rolling down her prick and into her lap. Her head is planted on the floor nearby, staring at you. Your eyes widen to take in the sight, and take a cursory step forward. Her body twitches in your direction, and you jump, startled. You come around to the side and look at her body, staring at her cock. You catch yourself licking your lips as it twitches, not dissuaded in the slightest by the apparent murder. You can hear Eris' voice, "Go on," she says, "Do what you feel is right."
 
Slowly you drop to your knees, still staring at her cock. It's four inches long and twitching weakly. Without thinking, you take her glans into your mouth, wrapping your lips around her mushroom and lavishing it with tongue. You pull your head back, stretching out her dick. It's covered in cum, and you slurp it up dutifully with a slight moan. You can feel your own cock becoming fully erect, pointing straight at the ground as you're knelt over and moistening, your foreskin peeling back on its own.
 
You take her penis into your mouth. It was just beginning to soften by the time you got to it. It tastes fruity and tangy and you suck harder, pleased when it begins spurting cum straight onto your tongue. You continue to suck until you've got a mouthful, then swallow with a gulp. Your cock throbs painfully. You pull away from the dying dick with a grin on your face, looking up onto the guillotine where the girl's head is still staring at you. Her eyes are full of tears. For some reason, this excites you. And… the fact that it excites you… excites you!
 
You smile widely, maintaining eye contact with her, slowly pulling your pelvis forward until your 7-inch cock jabs into her naked stomach. You see her wince. You keep dragging your glans across her perfect taut skin, until you slide it in between her stomach and her cock. You keep one hand on the floor to keep yourself up, and push her dick down with the other, trapping yours between it and her stomach. Your grin widens as your precum mixes with her spent seed, and you start to fuck her dick. You hear her whine gently and you gasp, it feels better than you would have thought. You release her, and turn yourself to the side, straddling her body and sandwiching your dicks together. You think it's a shame that she can't kiss you, and giggle uncontrollably. You push forward, then start to jackhammer her: It feels a lot better than you would think it would! Your squishy, meaty prick is crushing her pathetic penis, it's practically disappearing under your girth. You smush her balls with yours, forcing out the very last seed she will ever produce. The thought makes you light-headed, since you're already trying to focus on way your cockheads rub and roll around each other, especially when they're both disgorging sperm.
 
It doesn't take you long to cum. Your balls tighten and you groan, feeling it rush up your urethra. The powerful muscles in your crotch are eager to blast it as far as they can, and you blow your seed onto her body, biting your lip as you watch her breasts get covered in your sticky juice, squirt after squirt. You moan and throw your head back, loving the way her cum is frothing up from all the activity, turning even more white and bubbly.
 
Slowly you roll off of the corpse, your cock slowly deflating, a significant mess added to your stomach. Most of your lower body is covered in someone's cum, and it makes you shiver. You reach over and scoop up some of the girl's, putting it into your mouth, licking your fingers clean. It seems to fill you with energy.
 
You glance up at her head. She has died, a terrified expression on her face. You realize what she had just witnessed: A very hung young woman rutting their cocks together with no care given to her death. It must have been positively… you can't think of a word.
 
You stand up. You feel better, more clear-minded from a good cum. You slap your forehead. Two doors left, not right! You leave the girl and the guillotine behind, disinterested.
 
You eventually find the right room. It's a circle, with a tapering roof that probably looks like a castle's tower from the outside. In the middle of the room is a large circular depression, probably three feet deep and twenty or thirty feet wide. Two enormous stone statues of girls stand beside it, water spouting from their dicks, which are two feet long but look normal on their oversized bodies. They look like they're in ecstasy, frozen in place, running their hands through their hair and stroking their cocks. The gentle tinkle of water reminds you of a shower, making you shudder as you imagine washing your hair under their spouts.
 
You step into the water, and the cum swirls away from your legs. You laugh, it reminds you of what happens when you walk in a muddy lake, but whiter. You continue on, dipping in your second leg. The water is very warm, you just know it's going to feel amazing once you have your whole body inside. Another step down, dropping almost a foot, and all of the cum on your thighs floats away. The water is quickly suffused with white, it almost looks like champagne. You take your final steps in, sinking up to your large breasts, breathing deeply as the warm air on the surface of the water fills your lungs. You paddle calmly, glad that your mother spent the time teaching you to swim. You close your eyes, breathe in, and start to float along the top of the bath, trying not to think about the two titanic dickgirls peeing into it. It's more than a little erotic, and your cock gives a small pleasurable twinge.
 
You float for almost ten minutes. It's tremendously relaxing. The only part that worries you is the water seeping slowly into your butt. Eris already stretched you that wide. The idea is scary, but a good kind of scary, Briefly you wonder how your mother felt in her final moments. A mistake, and your cock grows to attention once more. You sigh and press it down into your legs, trapping it there until it softens.
 
You hear splashing. Someone else has entered the pool. You release your breath and float forward, putting your feet on the floor. You turn to see, slowed down as you are by your prominent breasts, and immediately receive a punch to the cheek. You stagger, but don't fall since you're buffered by the water, and hold up your fists into a rough boxing stance. The matron is back, her expression furious. "Hey!" you shout, "What gives?!"
 
"You got cum all over your wedding dress!" she screams. "Do you know how hard that thing is to clean?"
 
"No—"
 
"I'll be spending the entire night rubbing it out, little girl!" she shrieks and rushes forward at you again, hands outstretched. Before you know it, she's wrapped around your neck, shoving her thumbs into your trachea. The pain is instant and wipes your mind completely. You grit your teeth and grab her wrists, your eyes shooting daggers. You can feel yourself pushed backwards into the water by her strong arms, and in a few moments you're under the water. You blow air to keep the stuff from entering your lungs, and realize just how desperate she is. You realize that she has full intention to kill you.
 
Something inside you ignites. You growl throatily and rip her hands from your throat, bursting from the water like a leviathan. You can see the fear in her eyes as you overpower her in an instant, the strength still burning inside you, and you grin. You want to slap her, but you decide not to. Rather you grab her chin, pressing your thumb and forefinger into her flesh, enough to hurt. You look at her dead in the eye and snarl, "If you don't like washing cum, then you're going to hate what I do next." You look at her body. She's still wearing the same black pants and shirt as before, but now they're soaked, clinging to her body. Her nipples are practically little thumbs sticking out. "Oh, you're getting turned on," you mention, teasing her. "Me too." You turn her around with a firm hand and push her down. "All this excitement," you say lightly, brushing your wet hair out of your face, "Well, it has me rather… excited."
 
You pull down her dress, revealing her big ass and wide hips. You can see her anus, and it looks used. It's a gaping hole in her backside, a sucking orifice made for accepting big tools. You fondle your dick. "Slut," you say simply, and she whimpers. You push forward into her, your dick barely thick enough to create a water-tight seal. Still, a lot of pool-water flows in along with your thrusts, coating your cock in warm fluid. It feels great along your foreskin, which her ass was so kind to pull back for you. You pull out and thrust in again, finding a speedy tempo that makes the water ripple around you. Her loose ass isn't enough to interest you unless you're fucking her quickly. You lean forward, reaching around her body, and grabbing her nipples. Her cry of pain is music to your ears, and you pull on them roughly, imagining what it would be like to fuck her enormous cleavage.
 
You rear back and slam into her, grabbing her hips and blowing air. You hilt easily, she's obviously used to taking bigger cocks than yours. The idea makes you burn with jealousy inside, and you roar your pleasure as you punch her prostate over and over. Slowly her ass fills up with water like an enema. You reach down and grab her crotch, forcing a laugh out- The bitch is tiny! "What the hell are you, four inches!?" you crow, wrenching her dick to the side. Even after fucking her for two minutes, she's barely hard. "Let me show you how to cum." You jerk her violently, as fast as you can, squeezing her mercilessly. The matron cries out and writhes under your double attack. You press on her sack with your pinky, just for fun.
 
Her dick is twitching more now. Whatever you're doing, it's working. You batter her prostate over and over, your legs getting sore from pistoning in while constrained by the pool. Her vocalizations are getting higher and higher, until she's reached a squeal of pleasure. "Who—" you stutter. Her ass is clamping down on you, and you whistle. "That's better, uh… Who are you, anyway?" you ask, not stopping your rutting.
 
"I… I…" she gasps, overcome by your fingers. You feel her cum squirt out through your clenched fingers on her tiny girldick. "O—Oohh!" she sighs. "That feels… good…"
 
"Who are you!" you yell, slapping her ass as hard as you can, making it jiggle. You can even feel the blow through your cock. "I'm Persephone, I'm telling you so that you know what to scream!"
 
"O—Oh, sweetie," she breathes, "I—I'm Rhea. " She reaches around and spreads her cheeks so that you can get even deeper. "I'm Eris' mother."
 
The news hits you like a brick, shocking your mouth and eyes wide open. You cum almost instantly. What an incredibly delicious fact! You hilt inside her and stop thrusting, burying your nuts in her warm thighs. You groan loudly as your prostate starts to empty its load. It feels even better to cum in a warm hole than against the decapitated girl's cock. Even better, her ass is clamping even harder, increasing the pressure and making it feel ten times as good. "Ohhhh, Rhea…" you moan. You don't lose your mind quite as badly this time. You're used to cumming in things, not so much having things cum in you. Thus, you orgasm deep inside her for over fifteen seconds, dumping about a cup of thick seed, closing your eyes as you ride it out.
 
Finally you slap her ass lightly, and she scuttles away through the water, completely cowed. You laugh again, and after a few more minutes of floating gently, wander back to the bedroom.
 
 
 
 
 
Eris is waiting for you. She licks her lips and starts walking towards you, her hands already fiddling with her pants. "Hey, whoa!" you yelp, jumping backwards. "Calm down for a second."
 
She blinks and stops walking, her hands staying on her crotch. "Um," she starts. "Sorry. And I'm sorry I ran away after I came inside you again. You… You do things to me I didn't know could happen. It's really hard when you're around."
 
"It—What's hard?"
 
"My cock. Every time I see you, I just have to fuck you right away."
 
"Well, hold on for just a second," you plead, "Can I ask you some questions?"
 
Her hands are shaking. "I guess so."
 
"Um," you say, surprised by her answer. Anyway, it seems obvious to ask the most pressing questions first. "Where am I?"
 
"You're in my castle," she smiles. "I'll show you around sometime. I see you already found the bath, and…" she pauses, walking forward a little bit. You just stare into her eyes, something about them is so calming that you don't even move when her hand cups your naked package. "You also found my execution room."
 
Your cock pulses, and she feels it. She smirks and looks down. "You're big, that's a good sign. But the best sign of all was what you just did."
 
"Wha—" you start, before she kisses you passionately. "Enough questions," she mumbles through the kiss. "Turn around."
 
 
 
 
 
A few minutes later, you're both on the bed again, your ass leaking cum onto the sheets. "Are you sure this is okay?" you ask.
 
"What?"
 
"Well, Rhea got really mad when she found cum on the dress, so…"
 
Eris covers her mouth and laughs, in a high-pitched and elegant way. "Oh, is that what she was so angry about? Don't worry, dear," she says, waving her other hand. The dress, lying on the bed beside you, seems to be picked up by invisible fingers for a second before flopping down again, and when you look, the cum has disappeared. However, you can still feel her giant sticky load plugging up your ass. As if reading your mind, Eris smiles. "I don't want to take all your fun away too."
 
"Can I ask another question?"
 
Eris smiles happily. "Okay."
 
"Why did you bring me here?"
 
She shakes her head. "Dearest, you are absolutely irresistible. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," she says sweetly. "I want you to be my princess."
 
Your heart flutters. "Your princess…?"
 
"Yes. I had this dress made for you while you slept. You will join me on my throne and rule alongside me, as my pupil, and I will never have to look far for your sweet body." She looks at you lustily. It feels nice to be wanted.
 
"Um," you say, your voice high from confusion.
 
Eris giggles and wraps her arm around your naked waist. "You're so cute, darling," she says. "Ask me anything."
 
"…W… What happened to my village?"
 
Her smile finally dies down a little. "Come," she says, coaxing you up. She towers over you. "I want to show you something."
 
You follow her through the many halls and passageways of her castle. The main thing you notice is, your ass hurts. In fact, it pounds with every step. She's really been doing a number on it. You clench your butt, afraid to let any of her cum out. That would be far too embarrassing. To distract yourself, you do your best to stare at her butt the entire time. It's beautifully shaped, her cheeks a peach, that skin-tight material clutching her taint so erotically. You can see her python snaking down the inside of her thigh. Even soft, it's almost two inches wide. It hardens slightly as time passes. You wonder if that's just because it's rubbing against her leg, or… if she's thinking about what she's going to do to you once you get where you're going.
 
You arrive in a vaulted room with a raised dias and two vertical poles. "Go on up there," she says, and as you walk past, you sneak a peek at her crotch. Her cock has unfurled almost completely, creating a massive tent in the material. You shiver in anticipation, stepping onto the stone circle and turning to face her. Without warning, beams of light shoot from the poles, wrapping around your arms and lashing you tightly to them. "Ah!" you cry, the sudden bondage making your dick stand straight up. You feel embarrassed, but glad that at least that you didn't see anybody on your way there.
 
"Persephone," she begins. "I, the Goddess of Chaos, and Queen of All Things I see, wish for you to become my Crown Princess. Yet more than that, I wish to be your lover, and your wife, for all time."
 
She doesn't wait for you to provide an answer. From a pocket inside her wine-red cloak she produces a small golden band. She leans forward and grabs your hard cock, making you blush. She pushes your skin forward, closing up your foreskin, then slides the piece of jewellery onto you.
 
You whine. It's tight, very tight, and since you're as hard as you are, your dick is looking for anything at all to impregnate. She spits into her palm and rubs your skin, lubricating it, then slides the band up until it's grabbed hard onto your shaft just an inch from your base. "Oops," she says softly. "It's a little tighter than I expected." She fixes you with her purple gaze, and you shiver again. "Sorry, I took your measurements while you were asleep," she explains, "I didn't want to stroke you until you were hard for a proper test. If you had woken up, you might have started moving around, and then I wouldn't have been able to control myself… As it is, the wedding band serves its purpose either way: You are never to use your cock again."
 
You balk. "What! My cock is—"
 
She grabs your package, digging her razor-sharp nails into your sack, silencing you. "Your cock is a part of you. And you, Persephone, are mine." She taps the wedding band soundly. "This band signifies our covenant."
 
You squirm. "Can you untie me now?"
 
She laughs. "Oh, my, no. The restraints aren't for the band, they're for what comes next."
 
"What?" you say, quaking.
 
"Nothing major," she says. "Just a few piercings."
 
"Wh—where?"
 
"You know. The usual places. Your ears…"
 
You relax.
 
"…your belly button…"
 
You raise an eyebrow.
 
"…and your cock, of course."
 
"What!"
 
"Don't worry, silly," she says teasingly. "It won't hurt that bad, and then you'll always remember who you belong to!" She elbows you gently. "Plus, you're going to look like a total slut, it'll be great!"
 
You nearly squeal. "But my cock is mine! I love it, it feels so good when I put it in people!"
 
She closes her eyes, looking like she's explaining something to a child. "And you aren't allowed to put it in people anymore! You're my darling, my princess, and my toy. Every time I look at you, I want to see your big pulsing cock," she says, emphasizing it by making a kissy-face while staring at your glans, "ever so hard from weeks of denial." You just groan, a painful "Hunnnnnh!"
 
She straightens up and reaches to your ear, brushing your platinum-blonde hair out of the way. You wince as a metal prong stabs through your previously-pierced ear, and when her hands move away, there is a lot of weight hanging down. "What?"
 
She shows you her palm. She's holding the other earring. It's immense, pyramid-like, made of golden-silver triangles and three tiny diamonds that dangle down from it. It's… well, it's beautiful. You actually feel a little grateful to your dominatrix for such a lavish gift. You sigh and shake your hair away, making it easy for her to get to your other ear. She hums appreciatively and puts it on, giving both of your ears a peculiar sensation of being tugged on. Still…
 
Eris slides her hand down your body, down from your ear, across your chin. She humms and gives you a dry kiss, then runs her fingers down your throat, over your collarbone. You shiver as her cold skin caresses the generous swell of your breast, tingling as she runs her hand over your stomach and finally your navel. You gasp as she digs her fingers inside, and you can feel a burning sensation. A few seconds later she withdraws her hand again, and you look down. There's a large diamond stud hanging off of you. Whereas the earrings looked beautiful and elegant, this is pretty slutty and extravagant.
 
She moves around behind you, and you feel her large breasts squish into your back. Her arms wrap around your waist and she splays her fingers on your thighs, coaxing your dick back up to erection. You let out a frightened noise when you realize what she's going to do, and you squirm against the bonds. "No, nonono, no no no, please," you say, your eyes burning. "Anything but that, don't take my cock away…" even as you say the words, the feeling of being utterly helpless is actively turning you on. You feel your penis swell to its full size, pulsing gently with your heartbeat. You look down, getting an eyeful of your pink cockhead, its foreskin peeled down halfway, with your urethra and part of your head poking out. Her hands slide across your skin, pressing gently into your cock and pulling down until your glans is showing. It's glistening with pre. You can hear her laughing gently behind you as she wraps her fingers around your crown, squishing it, and you cry out. "Nnnnnnnnnnnhhh!" A second passes before you feel the burn again, and you jerk your body around, trying to wrest yourself from her grip. "Ah! No! NO!" you scream, humping back and forth, your balls swaying, trying to loosen her grip.
 
The burning disappears. Her work is done. You shut your eyes tightly, painfully, and you can feel tears spill down your cheeks. Her hands retreat and the breasts on your back disappear. You're afraid to look.
 
"You have to look sometime, sweetie," she says helpfully. You crack an eye and look down.
 
You still have your cock, it's still 7 inches long, and it still throbs as painfully as ever. The big difference is the ring she's attached to it, golden-silver like the others. It's exactly as wide as your urethra, jutting from it, your cocklips smushed into it, still not used to having an obstruction there. It's a perfect circle about an inch wide, ringing around and piercing your dick again below. There's a small diamond stud. Just like a… "A wedding ring…" you breathe.
 
Eris smiles sweetly. "You may now kiss the bride," she says, and indulges. She captures your lips with hers, sucking hard, before pulling away with a loud breath. She grabs your chin and pulls your mouth open, and you tilt your head to accommodate her. She licks inside, then retracts, rubbing your lips together and moaning whorishly. Gently she tongues your mouth, and you moan down her throat.
 
You make out for a while, her boner clearly visible through her clothing. You fight the need to thrust into her package. Eventually she pulls away, planting her finger on your lips before wiping it away. You lean forward an inch, involuntarily, asking for more. She shakes her head. "Come on. Let's go somewhere. And make sure you're not hanging in those restraints, you have to stand up."
 
You realize that you were leaning on the beams of light for support, and gradually shift your weight back to your legs. The rings disappear, and even with her warning, you almost fall over. You look up at her ruefully. She offers her hand, which you take, and she turns to walk away. "Oh," she says, stopping. "I almost forgot the most important thing." She snaps her fingers, and suddenly she's holding that beautiful wedding dress. Now that she's holding it at shoulder-height (Which is, for her, almost six feet), it can hang off of the ground. When you're wearing it, it almost certainly will drag. You take it from her.
 
You begin to put on the gown as carefully as you can. First comes the bustier, an hourglass-shaped wire mesh that hugs your curves pleasantly. Above all, it presses your breasts together, giving you the best cleavage of your life. The dress spills down your body, obscuring your vision as you sort your arms through it. You pop out the neck-hole and look down. The dress covers your shoulders completely, but has an immense V-neck that exposes the tops and sides of your E-cups, and they can freely shake and jiggle with the slightest movement. You jump a little, watching them bounce like jello in their container, and you giggle. You're fully erect from having Eris watch you so greedily. The cockring isn't so bad, you keep shooting looks at it. It's actually really pretty. But so disturbing.
 
You look yourself over. You're actually showing a lot of skin… Your breasts are almost completely uncovered, only the stiffness of your nipples keeping the dress up. You mention the fact, and Eris conjures some crisscrossing fabric that preserves the sluttiness of the dress while helping you not turn into a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen. Your arms are exposed, but you're wearing thin silk gloves that run almost up your elbows. You feel a draft, and look down. "Oh, no," you say. Your cock is sticking out, the dress cascading down around it like a rock in a waterfall. Eris laughs. "That wasn't intentional, but I like it, so we'll just keep it that way."
 
You shrug. No big deal, I guess.
 
"Yay!" she says. "Now we're ready to go." You take her hand again and she leads you away, out into the hallways. This time, there are actually a few people! Three women, wearing black leather. You shudder, unsure in your nudity. They turn to look at you. You can see their eyes scan your face, then drop down. One of them raises her eyebrows but is otherwise unimpressed, while the eyes of the other two go wide like dinner plates. You smirk, and keep following Eris, feeling safe around her no matter what kind of craziness is happening.
 
You keep passing by clusters of black-suited women. Once or twice you catch someone pressing someone else into a wall, rubbing her crotch through the leather. The look on Eris' face tells you that it's a relatively common occurrence here. Once, you look through a doorway, and see two of these women fucking like animals on a bearskin carpet. Their modesty is… not impressive, you decide.
 
A short while later, still walking, you catch a tall redhead staring at you, her eyes a piercing green, her body curvaceous and her posture slutty. She's clearly packing an enormous piece of meat between her legs, the cloth in her pelvis is seriously distended. She smirks and turns away, heading down another hallway. You think nothing else of her.
 
You're definitely going up. As you crest the second spiral staircase, you come to a large square room that branches out in four directions. Nobody is here, and you can't hear anyone talking, either. You're completely alone with Eris. From behind you, you can feel cool air, and you turn. A short ways down the hall, there is a large balcony, and you can see the blue sky beyond it. You follow your mistress out onto the balcony. The first thing you notice are the ornate handrails: They're made of stone. On top there's a flat surface area, like a bar table, and underneath it looks like vines have grown up, also carved of stone. They swirl around almost hypnotically. You come to the edge of the balcony and put your hands on it, looking down. Your vision swims in front of you as you realize how high up you are. The roofs of buildings are visible almost two hundred feet down. You look upwards, experiencing another bout of vertigo as you see it stretching up almost out of vision. It must be miles high, twisting and wrenching itself exotically. It almost makes you want to retch, but you compose yourself, and look out over the city once more. The castle is planted right in the center of the city, which stretches out for miles. Its borders are… mountains? Not quite.
 
You squint. It… It actually looks like the city is built on the peak of a mountain, in a bowl-like depression. It reminds you of something you saw in a trader's book once. "Eris, is this a volcano?"
 
She nods. "Yes, a volcano of mythological proportions. The legends say that this is the Eye of the Goddess, formed after she fell to earth during the cataclysm.
 
"It's beautiful," you say simply.
 
"Not as beautiful as you, princess," she croons, rubbing your neck with the back of her fingers. You suppress a laugh, once again thinking of your old life. It's strangely… distant. Like you were never really there in the first place. You try to remember the good times, and you find none. Just years of tilling the farm in solitude. It always felt like someone was missing. You breathe in when you realize just how much Eris means to you. The feeling overwhelms you, and you rush to her, clasping her tightly and pressing your cheek into her stomach. She laughs and holds you tightly to her. Your size difference makes it clear who is the alpha. You nuzzle her gently, humming, when you feel her fingers tense and start to rub your back, while one of her hands slips around to your front and starts groping you. Her large breast squishes out on the top of your head and you suppress a nervous laugh. She grips you tighter, almost massaging you. It's sexual and mothering in the same motion. You can feel your muscles relax under her strong fingers. Your eyes flutter closed and you focus on breathing. After a while, you can sense her looking down into your incredible cleavage.  You look up at her face. "I'm sorry," she says. "I really can't help it. Can you turn around?"
 
Your eyebrows come together. "But… Someone will see us."
 
"Let them watch," she whispers, "Let them see what it looks like when the gods make love." Since you're pressed into her, you don't have to do anything to realize how hard she is. Her cock is practically stabbing you in the chin. God, she's enormous, it's so fucking sexy. You lick her through the cloth, and she moans appreciatively.
 
You smirk and pull away, dropping to your knees while still looking up at her face. She grins and makes a little circular motion with her finger, and you oblige by turning around. You hold the position just long enough for her to think she's going to have to reach down and do it herself, when you stretch your arm backwards and fluff the dress out of the way. You glance behind, and realize that she would pretty much have to kneel down to get at you, and so you stand up and walk forward, leaning down and setting your elbows on the handrail, sticking your ass out. You look behind yourself again, watching her strut slowly towards you, stroking her cock, already breading precum. "Face forwards," she commands. "I want you to tell me how this feels."
 
Your heart thumps in anticipation, and you turn back, looking out over the city, not really paying attention to it. You hear a light shuffle of cloth just before you feel her enormous dick press between your asscheeks. You shudder as you feel its heat, its girth, how it pulses against you. She slides forward just a little bit, hotdogging you, and you feel a glop of pre fall onto your skin. It's unbelievably warm. Her fingers wrap around your hips in a now-familiar way, and you blush. You can still hardly believe how much things have changed. Before you think any longer, you feel her pull back, her cockhead sliding through your cheeks, and you clench, pulling her foreskin back on. She grunts and digs her thumbs in, spreading you wide, and you feel the cool air tingle your pucker. You're not gaping like Rhea, but you're probably never going to be tight again.
 
She presses forward, and you hiss in pleasure, your abused ass stretching around her mushroomed head. Your knees wobble slightly as she roughly invites herself in, pushing your body forward an inch or two. You bite your lip and push back, sliding down her precum-slick shaft. She sighs loudly, in great pleasure. You're so proud of yourself, it's getting so much easier for mistress to enter you! You, Persephone, nothing more than the village girl with an unusually-large penis.
 
"Why me?" you say, finally voicing your deepest wonder.
 
"Because," she grunts, thrusting deeper, her words stumbling out like a confession she's been thinking about for a long time. "I've never wanted to fuck somebody so badly that I didn't want to kill them afterwards and take their essence…AAAAAAHN," she moans, slapping your ass.
 
You roll your hips down, accommodating the arc of her cock, already taking half of it. You think you can even feel it bump up against your inner walls. Your pussy is practically slavering onto the floor, you can't believe how turned-on you are. You've never wanted anyone to fuck you this bad… Eris might even be… "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" you moan, you can't ignore her girth. Her cock is massive, it's the only one that's ever been good enough for you. Before you met Eris, everything except your dick was virgin… She's taken your ass enough times that it'll never close up properly again, maybe it's time to invite her to take your real virginity, the virginity that matters. You throw your head back and whine as she hilts inside, obliterating your thoughts, leaving you gasping, "More, more!" You hear her laugh darkly and slam into you, she's clearly enjoying the creampie she left for herself earlier.
 
Your pussy is like a river. The feeling is indescribable. Her cock was amazing before, and now your body has adjusted to it perfectly. "I'm such an anal slut! Give it to me!" you scream, hanging your head and panting like a dog. You stare down, your dress hanging off your body loosely so that you can see everything. You look through your cleavage, down to your big hard cock dangling down between your legs. Your cunt-juices are rolling down off your dick, and you smile weakly. You want to reach down and jerk yourself so badly it hurts, but that beautiful diamond stud gives you pause. That silvery-gold cockring growing from your urethra reminds you of who you belong to.
 
Eris hilts into you, and you moan whorishly. You reach back, grabbing her ass and stopping her from pulling away. She lets out a low growl, until you start grinding into her, rubbing your cheeks all over her crotch, your ass sucking greedily on her cock. She coos, her voice throaty, clearly very close. You roll your hips expertly, rubbing every inch of her foot-long shaft. She groans, and you can feel the skin on her balls tighten, sunk as they are into your crack. You keep grinding her, jamming her as deep as she'll go, writhing your body around and enjoying the way your breasts and cock swing back and forth. Literal strings of precum stretch between your understimulated urethra and your thighs, your feminine lubricants dripping down onto your dress.
 
You can feel her cum inside you, releasing all of that built-up pressure by firing dozens of thick creamy ropes right into your deepest parts, splashing erotically on your full prostate. Your anus twitches madly, the beginning of your climax. Your eyes roll back into your head and you moan, your ass suddenly moist with the backwash of cum she's dumping into you, thrusting madly into your rolling hips. You grin with pride when you think about your wide hips, perfect for making a child in, her child, Eris' child, your perfect baby girl. You cry out and cum, your pussy clenching, forcing out a tablespoon of unused lube onto your prick. This tiniest of sensations gives you a male orgasm, and you throw your head back, roaring your pleasure to whoever would hear it. Your cum barrels up, jetting into your new cockring, pressure building for a second before bursting out around it, shotgunning out onto your now-ruined dress in messy blasts. Your breath catches in your throat and you groan, your fingers dancing, jerking in midair, the desire to masturbate is so intense. Her massive, meaty cock fills you up so deliciously that it's impossible to think about anything else.
 
You collapse into a heap, her cock violently withdrawn from your sopping backdoor with a huge pop. You pant and moan, your hands hovering an inch from your diamond stud, distended cockhole still pouring your cum onto your thighs. "UUuuuuuaahahnn!! Eris! Let me t—touch it!"
 
"Fight the urge, my princess," she says softly, slowly pumping herself as her orgasm winds down. She doesn't seem to realize how badly she's teasing you. Your eyes lock onto her perfect foot-long penis, her delicate manicured fingers dancing over her skin, her veins shifting as her foreskin slides over her glans again and again. You wrench your eyes shut, covering them with your palms and crushing them into your skull, rolling onto your back screaming, thrusting into the air, one final squirt erupting from you, disjointed by your cockring, a small amount of white cream raining down onto you. All of your muscles tense, it's still so hard not to reach down. You notice Eris' face loom into yours, she's on her hands and knees right beside you. You open your mouth as her hand caresses the gentle curve of your jaw. "Shush, baby," she breathes, her breath so hot on your lips that your mouth waters. "I know it hurts now, but soon you'll understand the pleasures of denial…" You squeak out a high-pitched whine but say nothing, licking your lips feverishly. She leans in even closer, giving your cheek a long, slow lick, before pressing her lips right up into your ears.
 
 "Why don't we come back to my bedroom, and consummate this marriage properly?"
 
 
 
 
 
You barely have time to appreciate the grandeur of the Master Bedroom before she slides her arm around your back. You feel yourself slowly lowered to the bed before she kisses you deeply, pressing her tongue into your mouth and moaning. You return the motion, embracing her tightly, responding to her probing tongue by sucking on it gently. She pulls away with a loud exhale, then comes in again, mashing your lips together in her ravenous lust. You throw your leg over her back and start humping her, rubbing your crotch against hers, your dress falling to the side and letting your erection kiss hers, blushing as her giant prick strains against gravity. You open your eyes and look up, her eyelids are closed, but purple light is still dancing through the cracks. She must be positively swimming with energy. Her hair is glowing.
 
She pushes your leg off, and you flop down onto the bed, your hands up by your ears. You giggle as you watch her cock bounce around lewdly, and she grins, holding her hands in front of it, palms facing you, as if to say here it is. "Get me ready," she commands, pointing to you, then the floor. You roll yourself off the bed obediently, looking up as she sits down, the bed making a soft *fluff,* her foot-long cock jutting out at an angle from her crotch. Her legs are spread wide open, an invitation. You go to your hands and knees and crawl forward, never looking away from her immense tool. Your mouth is watering almost as much as your pussy is dripping as you fantasize about what you're going to do with it. It twitches up and down with her heartbeat, its tip bobbing almost an inch, and she giggles. "Go on, honey," she says sweetly. "I want to feel your lips."
 
You lean in and coo. Her shaft is drooping under its own weight. Her cockhead is almost three inches wide, and looks even bigger as it swims before your eyes. It's covered in precum, leaking drop after pearly-white drop onto the floor, the smell is overpowering. You reach down and run a finger over your cockring, letting the smooth metal bite into your skin, and dive onto her. You moan as you wrap your lips around her, barely taking her glans. The way her soft, purplish ridge slides through your lips makes you shudder in ecstasy. You can't wait to finally get it inside your pussy. You can't believe how much she makes your body burn.
 
You move forward, letting her head push your mouth open, and you gurgle. You run your tongue along the underside of her cock, feeling the bunched-up skin shift around, as she slides herself into you, clearly impatient. You shift your lower body and swallow another inch or two, almost shivering as your own dick bumps up hard against her ankle at the same time as she starts to tickle your gag reflex. You press your thumb into your palm and start gently humping her leg, smearing your pre onto her, trying to get away with a little stimulation.
 
You slurp her greedily, taking her into your throat, leaning in to accommodate her length. You moan uproariously and look up into her eyes. She's watching your heart-shaped ass as you rub yourself on her, your orgasm rocketing ahead. A bemused smile plays on her face, apparently your desperate attempt to cum from your male parts is pathetic enough that she's letting it go. You moan appreciatively and tilt your head, working her shaft harder, incidentally giving her a pleasant hummer.
 
You can feel it bulge out of your throat. She's so thick, you can hardly breathe, but it's worth it to have a face full of Eris' crotch. You can feel your prostate twitching as you slowly speed up your frottage, your cockhead smearing tons of lube onto her flawless smooth skin. Her dick is throbbing away in your throat as you awkwardly slide yourself forward and back on it. "Okay," she says, pantingly. "Cum for me, my princess."
 
The way she commands you, her imperiousness, it's hotter than you could have ever imagined. Your cock obeys her, your balls tighten, and instantly you're splooging onto her leg. You moan and try to throw back your head, restricted by her mammoth penis. You choke and grab your dick around your base, pumping yourself as hard as you can, forcing everything you've got out onto the floor. You twitch as you jerk off, letting out a pitiful scream as your penis finally finds physical release.
 
She takes you around the shoulders and lifts you off of her cock, separating you from your prize with a wet pop. She pulls you upwards, to her face, and your eyes focus lazily on hers. You open your mouth and she takes your lips again. You kiss passionately for some time before she rolls you onto your back, still tangling tongues. She pulls her pelvis into the air and you feel her cockhead drag against your body, surely leaving a slimy trail on your dress. Your dicks kiss, and she pushes forward, smushing her glans into yours, your diamond cockring sliding into her urethra, for a moment being a part of both of you. Your nipples tingle as her precum dribbles onto your penis, and you moan down her throat. Your vision is filled by her perfect features, you could stare forever at the soft curves of her cheeks and her seductive eyelashes.
 
She retracts herself from you at last, breaking the kiss reluctantly. She looks over your body, arrayed here for her, and she bites her lip. You imagine how you look, with your skimpy white dress already half-off of you, one of your full round breasts hanging out, your platinum hair splayed out over the bed. You spread your legs, making your cock throb, and brush your balls out of the way, revealing the slick folds of your vagina. "I didn't know that this was ever going to happen to me," you say breathlessly. "You make me feel things I don't understand…" you reach up and caress her face. "Help me understand."
 
She fixes you with those eyes (those eyes!), and you moan pre-emptively, writhing away on the sheets, grabbing your boobs and squishing them together, pulling them viciously. "Aaahn." You see her enormous cock twitch excitedly, and she starts to strip.
 
You've never seen her naked before, never even seen her breasts. She pulls her pants down first, filling the air with a sweet and sweaty noise. You watch the wine-red material peel away, uncovering porcelain skin and sensuously-curved hips. She continues down, pulling a leg into the air to remove it from her feet, which are as dainty as her hands. You wonder what it would be like if she rubbed your breasts with her feet, but banish the thought. She removes her pants entirely, leaving her bottomless, her cock hanging like a third leg between her thighs. It's thick and sticky, dripping precum onto the floor, and you feel your virgin cunt gape. She crosses her arms in front of herself and grabs the hem of her shirt, pulling upwards, stripping it off in less than a second. Her breasts wobble from the motion, and you guess that she's about a 34-D. You feel pride that you're bigger than her; of course, she's also bigger than you down where it counts.
 
She's completely nude, now, turned on a slight angle to show off her ass to you. She's biting her lip again, it looks like she's a little embarrassed to be seen this way. "What do you think, honey?" she says haltingly.
 
"I think I want you to fuck me," you moan, pressing your breasts together and making your nipples touch. "Please, my Queen, fuck me, get me pregnant… My pussy is screaming, 'Put it in me!' Uuuuuuhhhhhhmmm!"
 
She takes a step forward, looking down at your flowered, glistening pussy, her cock drawn to it like a magnet. "I've never done this before," she admits, and aligns her head with you. You coo gently and reach down, gripping her shaft, pulling her inside gently. You watch her face as she enters you, it's almost a cringe. Her eyes clench shut and she grits her teeth, letting out a pained "Euh!" Her cockhead is massive, and pushes your walls apart, your folds wet and ready for her. You manage to keep control of yourself, but let go of her, trusting that she'll continue by herself.
 
She does. She pushes forward, breaking your hymen in one swift motion, an electric shock surging through your brain and making your mouth fall open. Your dick twitches a few times, overwhelmed by the feminine hormones coursing through you. You whine, your whole body rocking back and forth. You forgot how big she is! You're lucky that you've been wanting this ever since you saw her, you just never realized it! You can only be honest with yourself now that she's inches-deep in your breeder.
 
You grab the sheets for support, nearly tearing them apart with your grip. She's halfway in, and your pussy is violently contracting around her, milking her dick. You can feel her cockhead, wider than her shaft, pushing you open as your feminine lubricant soaks her skin. You arch your back, sending her even deeper and forcing her to moan. She grabs your thighs, holding you in the air, and jerks forward with a roar, hilting her foot-long beast inside your vulnerable tunnel. You gasp and choke, it feels so good! "Never leave me, my Queen!" you scream girlishly, "I want you to be inside me for ever!" your only answer is her hot breath on your neck as she leans in, pressing your racks together, thrusting into you. She licks her lips and then nibbles your neck lightly, sucking hard to make a hickey. You giggle and shove your hands into her cleavage, loving the way her cool skin feels. She hilts into you again, groaning, biting your neck a little harder before rearing back and really starting to fuck you.
 
You can't hold back your moans as her big dick jams itself into your vulnerable pussy. You give up on manhandling the bedsheets and grip your tits, smushing them together and digging your fingers into your flesh, crying out in a desperate attempt to deal with the pleasure she's pounding into you. She's still holding your thighs, fucking you, your body almost ready to cum. "Uhhh, uhhh, ummm," you moan, each thrust forcing out another one. The back of your head is sinking into the plush bed, it's so soft and comfy, you can't wait to sleep beside her in it now that you're her princess!
 
You reach down and almost grab your dick, your diamond stud making you pause in midair. Your hand hovers there, and you know that a single touch would make you squirt all over yourself. You look to her for guidance, and watch her lips as she mouths, "No."
 
You grit your teeth in agony and scream, burying your head in blankets. She's so deep, so big, so strong! I can't believe a woman alive has a cock like her. You think back to the decapitated girl in the execution room. I wonder…
 
"Why… Why, Eris?" you gasp, "Why don't you kill me too?"
 
"Aaaahn!" she moans, pistoning her length into you, "Ever since I saw you for the first time, in that—that dirty, pestilent village, I knew… I knew you'd be the one I train to succeed me…"
 
To succeed her? …Someday, I'm going to be like Eris? You realize that your ass is clenching in rhythm with your pussy as she fucks you, your body believing that she's in both of your holes at once. Your pussy gushes at the thought, and suddenly, you cum, emitting a high-pitched whine of pleasure, your cunt vibrating along her thick cock, coaxing her orgasm, your pent-up balls constricting and letting fly, shooting your pleasure against your cockring. Your vision explodes into colors, your body swimming in pleasure, and you practically maul your big tits, your neck tingling where she left her hickey. "Ohhhhh!"
 
The sounds she's making let you know that your pussy was more than tight, more than wet. You watch her naked body thrust, sinuously curved, her lesser breasts wobbling as her greater penis spurts, her balls swinging, her ass perfectly moulded. You can't even see her face anymore, her head is thrown so far back, her collarbone sticking out. You can still hear her animalistic grunts as the meat that's filling you up swells suddenly, engorging with her cum, before it bursts into your most sacred area. You cry out as she hilts inside you, her cockhole meeting with your cervix, before opening up and painting it white. Your eyes roll back into your head as she soaks your eggs in semen, filling up your innards and leaking out around her cock. She groans and grabs your arms, yanking you upwards until you're sitting on her dick, utterly impaled on her hot length, her whiteness dripping out from your cunt and down her legs. She bites your neck again, pressing her palm into your fat tit and rolling it around, your own cock desperately spurting the last of your cum onto the bottoms of her hanging breasts.
 
You're spent for now, and so is she. Her knees buckle and you tumble forwards into her bed, the edge of it soaked with your juices. You run your hands along her body, and she gropes your ass, waiting for her erection to return and continue the fun. You kiss her lovingly, and she deepens it, until you're passionately making out. You can't tell how much time passes before she rips off your dress and continues to fuck your moist holes for hours and hours, exhausting each other, before you both lapse into dream-filled sleep.
 
 









This story will be continued, but it will be a while. The next part will be significantly more bloody. 