“I’m… I’m…” Her chin trembled, her lips dried out. “I’m pregnant!”
The other demonesses laughed as their leader clapped and smiled, talking for all to hear:
“Yes, you’re pregnant, my dear, and what a lush harvest this is!” She hugged her belly and gave it a kiss, making Lumina’s cunt throb as she felt the demoness’s fat, luscious lips in her bellybutton. “Fifteen kids! Satan has bred you with fifteen kids, you wonderful cow!”
Lumina’s eyes almost popped out.
“What??! What the fuck?!!”
“That’s right, proud momma! It’s been a while since Hell has seen such a bountiful harvest.” She bit her lip and made a clicking noise with her teeth. “You gorgeous cunt. Even in that you beat me!” She stretched her palms to Lumina, then just four fingers of her right hand. “Fourteen! I was the previous record owner, with fourteen kids in one go!”
Lumina was gulping loudly. She wasn’t exactly skeptical, but rather resistant to the truth.
“What the… fuck…?!”
Again, the demoness clapped her hands and a rush of power was felt throughout the room, making the angel moan as her tits hardened and her nipples threatened to pierce her thin pink dress.
With a furious contraction of her cunt, she expelled fat loads of nectar straight on the demoness’s bellybutton, prompting her to look up with a wry smile.
“Fat cunt. Oh, you beautiful fat cunt. You might not remember it, but you succumbed to our Lord’s seduction and let yourself be mercilessly pounded by his god-cock for two months straight. Oh, your coitus was the stuff of legends! Prior to you, only I had withstood the Great King for over a week, and my performance shook the foundations of Hell for over one month and a half of intense, bestial fucking.” Her smile was mesmerizing, and so were the slow, cautious licks of her lips. “You beautiful, gorgeous cunt. You’ve blown me out of the water, and I am so filled with hatred for you that I feel like, at any given moment…” She leaned on the woman’s neck and grabbed it with both hands. “I could just split your spine and get you out of the picture!”
The other demonesses didn’t even bat an eye, simply smiling as the angel’s body seemed frozen in fear. Both goddesses felt each other’s breath, and were immediately entranced by each other’s gorgeous, lush bodies.
The demoness’s hair fell on Lumina’s face, which blushed as she felt the heat of her cunt growing to the tip of her breath. The demoness looked deep in her pristine blue eyes, admiring her porcelain-perfect face as the angel also silently worshipped her rival’s equally gorgeous countenance. Faint steam came from the demoness’s nose as she felt a powerful fire consume the very middle of her legs, warming up her powerful thighs –an instinctive reaction of hers every time she was near a novel and gorgeous piece of flesh.
The Prince of Chaos was a 15ft-tall beast weighing over 10,000 pounds of pure muscle. Heavenly tongues said that, whenever the God of Filth fucked, the entirety of Hell felt his thrusts –and she believed it, oh, for she herself could feel the power of his pounding sometimes reaching parts of Heaven.
And the god fucked all the time. All. The. Freaking. Time! That was his routine, of course: torturing souls and fucking his demonesses. Some say that, in all of hell, only Lucifer could naturally fuck whomever or whenever He wanted; if some lower demon dared to look at a woman he coveted, the massive god would sodomize ass with his monstrous penis and jizz inside the poor bastard until his body literally exploded.
Then he would proceed to fuck his demoness senseless. «Fuck!!» His emissaries had told Lumina that Lucifer controlled a harem of over twenty million demonesses –all of whom he had fucked at one point of another. Most of the days, in fact, the God of Hell didn’t spend a second without ravishing the bodies of his servants with his 40-inch muscle cock; it was almost blasé to him to insert his full tool in one of his countless tall, muscular demonesses and fuck the ever-living shit out of her until she was begging for mercy or fully passed-out, squirming and orgasming on the ground.
The god fucked while at work, and she pounded bitches while casually chatting to other demons. On the few occasions when He talked directly with Lumina, for instance, he was power-banging a gorgeous, 9ft-tall muscle giantess while finger-banging the cunts of other two women simultaneously, having them all squirt endlessly over his body while he nonchalantly conversed with his hopeful bride.
Lumina was struck with envy, anger, and desire as she (foolishly) rebuffed His advances.
“Is that how you want to talk to your future bride?”
She remembered –oh! She remembered!—how Lucifer looked so dominating, so authoritative to her and made her shriek and cower, all her greatness reduced to nothing next to that towering titan banging three women at the same time.
“Listen to me, you filthy whore of God: when I am asking for the honor of you being my wife, it’s an honor for you, not for me.” His particular inflection made sure he got the point across. “You’re not going to be any more special than my smallest, weakest of cunts just because you’re the most beautiful angel in Heaven. Not by any mile! You’re not part of some masterplan for me to get at your filthy God or anything; you’re not and you will never be this important, you fucking slut.” Satan increased his thrusts, making the demoness convulse with massive, maddening orgasms as he simultaneously lifted the other two women with his fingers in their twats, making his massive biceps bulge. “I want you to be my wife because I covet your body, which is lush and sweet and, above all, fresh! Hell knows I get tired easily of fucking these bitches, which all taste the same after a while.”
The three women were hosing his body with so much milk and lubes the beastly god sometimes had trouble speaking. Lumina watched the waterfalls on his body and felt her knees buckling. Lucifer had so many muscles he could make a bull with each pec, several horses with a single thigh, and a whole bodybuilder with each muscle of his 16-pack abs.
The angel stuck her tongue out and licked the air, not even drawing a single smile from the deity.
“You’re melting with desire. Why don’t you come here and become my woman?”
Lumina lifted her chest, stretching the fabric of her tunics with her JJ-cup breasts.
“Why don’t you come here, o Fallen Angel, and tak-”
“Shut up.” He simply said, and the angel immediately obeyed. “On your knees.” With her heart pounding, she briefly resisted Satan’s command before falling on to her knees and, going one step further, bowing until her forehead touched the ground.
When she dared lift her gaze, she saw Satan fucking those three demonesses harder, exploding their bodies with orgasms just so he could get them over with quickly. “You. Faint.” She commanded the woman in his right hand, and Lumina immediately saw a wave of electricity flow through her so hard that she seized violently and then fell like a wet sponge on the god’s arm.
Satan was as delicate to her as one would expect from the Lord of Hell: she tossed her to his back like a used paper bag, and as the body swirled in a long arc many dozens to feet behind the god, she squirted cum and milk all throughout the way, crashing down with a large splash of sex juices.
“Cum.” The god commanded to the woman in his left hand, and immediately her nipples exploded with hotter and harder gushes of milk while her cunt creamed his arms, his chest, and his abs with a divine flood of steamy, scalding broth. The word also teased the demoness in his monster cock, making her hose his abs and entire torso with her geyser-like secretions, prompting the god to casually open his mouth and drink from her emissions as he finished the other woman off.
“Cum harder.” And the two demonesses shook until their bones started to creak. Lumina’s eyes widened until they became cartoonishly big in her face, for on the bodies of those demonesses she literally saw blasts of energy flashing through their skin. “Cum harder. As hard as you can cum.” Satan’s voice had an unexpectedly large effect on Lumina herself, who felt her bowels heat up and her womb liquefy as her pussy stretched out and a gush of juices washed her legs.
“Fuuuuck…!!!” Her eyes bulged and she hit her head on the pristine marble on the floor, cracking it with the strength of the impact. Lucifer didn’t look at her. That mighty angel –Heaven’s most beautiful—was undeserving of even his contemptuous gaze.
“Cum a little bit harder.” The Lord of Demons calmly commanded, and the four women –demonesses and angel all together—blasted his body with their bodily fluids, showering him under juices that easily burned at over a hundred degrees Celsius.
“My lord, please!!” The demoness in his arm was crying tears of sulfur.
“Shut up.” The monster commanded. “Get out.”
“Aaah!!” The demoness screamed as Lucifer literally tossed her in the air and, flipping her body, and grabbed her as she was falling back into his arm, with her anus and cunt turned to his face. “Now squirt. Harder!” The devil flexed his muscles, and the combined power of his voice and his fibers rippling through her body made the poor cunt discharge a large torrent as thick as a fist straight into his mouth.
The Lord of Hell, bulging with gorgeous muscles as he kept thrusting wildly on the other demoness, brought the cunt to his mouth and sucked it. Immediately, his 25-inch tongue scavenged the greatest depths of her insides, first filling her cunt completely, then forcing its way through her cervix, prompting only larger juices from her cunt. “Fuuuuck!!!” The poor woman screamed as the tears blasted from her eyes almost as strongly as the milk did from her tits. “Fuuuuuuuu…!!!”
Satan completely filled the woman’s womb with his member and stretched it out fully, pushing it up to her throat as he used his astounding control to make the penis vibrate over every inch of her insides.
Loud booms came from the woman’s cunt as she kept hosing the demon’s mouth with lubes. Satan’s voraciousness was so absolute that he managed to drink every last drop of those fluids without a single of them being squirted out of his mouth. His throat made ferocious slurping sounds as he gulped all those gallons into his stomach, which never got any fuller.
At one point, however, the god spilled those lubes through his nose, which made him briefly smile as the demoness fought against exhaustion and death itself. While all that happened, Satan rammed his dick on the demoness in the middle. It was possible that she had passed out, or at least was passing out with some frequency, enough for her presence to even be forgotten. The demoness on Satan’s hand made a better job resisting the god’s onslaught, but only because He carefully watched over her orgasms, making her squirt only as much as he wanted. Taking his mouth away from her cunt, the god proved just how absolute his control was.