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A dominant muscle goddess begins her conquest!

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Vanessa looked at me with mixed feelings, not knowing how to react to my audacity.

‘You’re, mm… you’re alright?’

Nope, I wasn’t… and, at the same time, I felt in paradise!

‘I… your boobs…’ I coughed. ‘They’re dirty.’

I squeezed those meat monstruosities with the tip of my fingers, cleaning up the slices of spunk that were glued to their perfect, shapely surface.

‘Mmm… yours too, you know.’ Vanessa spoke, with her deep voice echoing in my delicate ears.

‘Huh… huh??’

I then felt her powerful hands grasping for my mighty breasts, which were only a little less rigid than hers.

«Of course they’re not as hard,» I thought, feeling her hands sinking in my mountains. «Look at hers! It’s pure muscle!»

Vanessa slid her fingers into my bra, lifting it up little by little.

‘You need to take it off, beautiful.’ She said, with her thick lips trembling and dangling foolishly. ‘So we can… you know… get the cleaned.’

I looked deep into her pitch-black eyes, at no point refraining from touching her gigantic tits.

‘You just wanna feel my boobs… you horny bitch.’

‘Yes.’ And she squeezed them shamelessly. ‘That too.’

‘Aaahee!!!’

I had no doubt that, if she wanted to, she could rip my breasts off my chest with those two huge arms of hers.

How amazing her biceps were! They had so much fiber, so much power, so many veins running along with their armor-like texture.

‘Slut. What gorgeous tits these ones you’ve got!’

Showing herself off for me, he grabbed the middle of my bra and… craaassh!! Tore it off!

‘Aaahee!!’

My massive breasts dangled freely, bouncing jovially like the two heavy ballons of meat and fat that they were.

Juuuug, juuuuug, juuuuug!! I heard the juicy liquids juggling inside them. Those bombs were filled with milk. She was so lush!

‘Impressive.’ Vanessa consumed me with her eyes, laying back on the wall inside that cave, with her sculptural body turned to me.

‘Impressive is you, with all those muscles.’

My friend rose an arm and flexed it for me. Croooorrcckk!! I could hear her biceps hardening and growing to an impressive bulk, bigger than the arms of many professional bodybuilders.

It’s as if the statue of some Amazon goddess was gaining life right in front of me!

‘You like my strength?’

‘Aaahee…!’

And he flexed her biceps even harder. «Holy fucking shit!!» I heard its noise, like a very thick rope being tightened.

That arm alone could tear me in half with ease.

I bobbled by head up and down, hypnotized by her strength.

‘I just… like, really love your muscles. ‘

And Vanessa, giving me a smile, did something that made my heart stop!

Oooaarrhh!!’

Crooooaarrcckk!! She flexed her abs, hardening her eight unbelievable muscles to me!

‘Aaaahee…!!’ I melted, feeling less and less blood in my legs.

My sight darkened and my tongue stuck out of my mouth.

‘What are you… aaahee…’ Camila looked at us, with her mind slowly sinking in an ocean of doubts. ‘What are you… doing? Aaahee, uuhee…!!’

Frankly, I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t even care for the ocean of spunk outside the cave.

The world was ending, yet all I had eyes for was that dark-skinned monument of muscles who so seductively teased me with her dang hard body.

‘You like a hard woman like me, don’t you, slut?’

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Two muscle goddesses and their shapeshifting stud! [FREE STORY]

Imagine this is Camila, the Brazilian Amazon! 😉 Art by testground

The wind was blowing softly on my muscles as I carried my friend up the hills on my shoulders. My body was a gratuitous display of power and strength as I effortlessly made my friend bounce up and down with my steps, her massive, gargantuan breasts swinging and smacking against my back, squirting milk from the countless orgasms I had just given her. Her pussy also ejaculated loads of lube, and the occasional squirming of her body –prompted by the many waves of orgasms she still felt—forced me to hold her firmer on my shoulder, flexing my boulder-like biceps to their maximum size.

I was a Spartan goddess who now owned all that farm, all that nature. No one could deny that. Flexing my other biceps as I calmly strolled uphill, I saw the muscle grow and harden to a mountain of rigid fibers and incredibly thick veins. The beast pumped and throbbed on my arm, with all my other muscles just as swollen, and my breasts squirted a little bit of milk too, stimulated by the extra jolt of energy from my flex.

My 6-pack abs had long transformed into an 8-pack, and each muscle of that belly-armor was as big as an average man’s biceps. The veins also had an obscene nature to them; the biggest arteries were as thick as fingers, pumping enough blood through my belly to sustain a small animal, and that’s not even counting my legs, which were, quite simply, the most gorgeous (and massive) logs of muscle ever seen.

«Jesus, would you look at these!» I looked down and smiled, knowing that no creature in the world could ever beat me. Those legs that adorned my hips were simply the biggest, thickest, most muscular and powerful any human could have; any creature smaller or of equal size to a human, indeed, would not surpass those legs in strength and sheer power; only horses and mares had legs more powerful that those –and even then!

I flexed one of them as I walked, and the hills rumbled with the power that emerged from the muscles. The beast engorged, and its shapely, meaty mass reminded me of a Greek column made entirely of muscles. The thickest veins of my body sprawled all over it, feeding those fearsome muscles with enough blood to keep them hard and active. Those were literal gallons of scorching blood being pumped all over a single leg –my whole body containing more blood than maybe five bodybuilders. “I’m a fucking beast.” I said aloud, seeing that my newly-acquired height (6’3ft) was still sustained –and maybe, hopefully, that would be my new permanent stature.

I thought that my muscle gains would be kept only during my most active moments –like when I was pounding that blonde chick, for instance. That had been the greatest sexual experience of both our lives –and something told me that farm still had many naughtier secrets prepared for us.

As I approached the barn atop the hill, I noticed a strange, almost threatening aura coming from it. The scent coming from it was oppressive, and you really felt like an animal who’d stumbled upon the territory of a much mightier, terrifying predator. I couldn’t help but to stop and look that that fearsome building, which never stopped looking bigger every time I blinked.

The structure was huge, and not made with the materials one would expect for a typical barn. «This thing is made of iron… and titanium!» My eyes wandered all over the building, seeing its metallic surface bent and twisted and damaged in several spots. «Actually, it’s easier to count the spots it has not been damaged. The place seems like it was bombed from the inside!»

As I got closer, that strange aura prickled my skin and, to my absolute shock and horror, made me apprehensive like I’d never felt with any man (or woman) before. Sexually apprehensive. It oppressed me like I was before the world’s biggest, mightiest heartthrob –the man of my dreams, a mountain of muscles and cock that could easily sway me and give me the infinite orgasms I so desperately craved.

I tried to walk at a steady pace, but that aura was too strong. «Am I really scared of this? Why??» I knew that the stallion who lived in that barn was no force to be trifled with. The barn was said to contain over two-hundred mares, and a mere hour ago I had listened to the mighty stud bang and utterly annihilate the big, fat cunts of all those two hundred beasts… several times in a row!

I was a mile away from the barn, downhill with my blond friend, having fun with her body as the beast on the barn started fucking. I had no doubt in my mind that the aura that so scared (and aroused) me came from him, and my mind burned with a forbidden curiosity as I thought just how that beast would look and… feel!… under my lustful touch. «Jesus Christ, Camila, get a grip!» I almost laughed. «Bestiality is a crime, you know!» But given that no human male was big enough and strong enough and thick enough to beat my pussy to a pump, what fault had a big girl like me to dream with the literal cock of a mightier animal? It was not like I was going to find satisfaction with anyone else of my species!

«Heaven knows I tried.» I sighed, thinking about the rows of muscular men and Alpha studs I had fucked (or allowed to fuck me) with their big digs and dangling shlongs. No man who’d ever touched me was smaller than the double digits; the biggest one –an endowed stud of 15 inches hard—had a genitalia comparable to horses and bulls, though I knew actual horses would blow his member out of the water. Still, his fifteen-inch pussy-pleaser was the closest to ever give me powerful multiple orgasms, without me needing to take any initiative on the bed (as I usually do in order to achieve maximum orgasms).

It also helped that the stud, like all my massive studs, was a beast with incomparable muscles and power: 7’1ft-tall! Blonde! A nord God with 500 pounds of ripped muscles in his body! God, how I loved fucking (and being fucked by) him! A woman like me rarely ever needs protection, but one could never deny the allure of a massive, bigger Alpha to giving protection and pounding to submission like the little whore I was –or wanted to be.

But of course, even the mightiest of men proved to be a disappointment after a while. His 15-incher, for instance, grew tired and boring as early as our second fuck; he wasn’t particularly creative beyond his brute strength, so it turned out that about ten fucks was the most we could get from each other. After that, I needed to be the one active one on bed, and that was no longer an option for me.

I wanted to be dominated, damn it, but no man on Earth could ever surpass me! «How can I not, then, think about mighty horses and bulls?» I squeezed my thighs against one another, crushing my cunt as I felt it heat up and fill my hips with jolts of electricity. «Damn it! Only horses have the power I crave!» I stuck my large tongue out and licked my immensely thick, fat, luscious lips. «Maybe some country has laws allowing that. I’ve heard that the Swiss are pretty liberal.» As I stepped harder on the ground, I felt a strange energy burst from my cunt, take over my body, and prompt me to carelessly shout: “I wanna be fucked by a horse, damn it!! I wanna be torn up by a bull and jizzed on my a herd of stallions!”

The image of thick, horse seed polluted my mind as I stepped up the hill and realized that… I had arrived. «Oh!» I covered my mouth and looked up the massive structure. Whoever built that thing did so to contain the awesome power that laid inside. I laid my blond friend on the ground and gazed upon her body, struck again by just how magnificent she was. «Hot damn.» She looked even firmer and more ripped than ever! «You’ve got a six-pack now! Good for you!» I flexed my abs and biceps as I bit my tongue in a naughty manner, knowing that, without me, that transformation on her body would have never been possible. «Well, just you wait right here as I inspect this… place.» I thought, walking around the barn without the courage to venture inside.

The doors were locked by massive iron bars. Though I had no doubt I could easily bend and break them with my physical strength, I wasn’t going to invade my friend’s property this way. Besides, I wasn’t confident enough to face whatever lied inside the massive building. As I walked around it, though, I felt… something… walking inside, following my steps closely. The stallion had sensed my presence. Through my scent or body heat alone, that beast picked up where I was and… silently watched over me.

At one point, I laid my hand on the structure, feeling how hot the metal was! Though that was a very tall hill in a very cool countryside area, the building was so hot it almost burned my hand as I touched it. On the other side, I felt the massive beast laying its nose on the same spot. “Ouch!” I retrieved my hand and looked at it. There had been a jolt of electricity on the surface the moment our body parts “synched.”

My pussy hardened and my legs trembled. For the briefest of moments, the image of that horse was ingrained in my mind, and I pictured that animal in all its glory, its monstrous, muscular profile not even trying to hide the obscene member it flaunted on his hips; a massive, breeding tool whose aim had been set on my swollen, throbbing cunt.

“Oh, god!” I whimpered, stepping back from that building in genuine fear. Just before my thoughts could get any more forbidden, however, I heard my friend waking up on the spot I had laid her. “Oh, hey. W-wakey, wakey.”

I saw her stretch her arms and flex her whole body. She wasn’t a muscle goddess like me, but rather a very ripped fitness girl. Though always taller than me, standing at 6’2-feet, she was now shorter after I had gone through my supernatural growth spurt –yet still she could be intimidating with her amazing face and her god-forsaken tits! «Holy fuck! Those tits are worth a whole barn of cows!»

No exaggeration: her massive, daunting gazongas were so ripe and lush I never stopped hearing the milk sloshing and splashing inside them. The hot bitch had lactated whole rivers worth of milk downhill, while I was fucking her, yet now her tits had fully replenished themselves, young and hard as they had always been.

She saw that I was looking at her and made sure to squeeze her tits with her elbows, highlighting the muscular profile of her shapely arms. “Want… some?” Milk literally dripped from her nipples, her fertility too abundant to be contained in them. I made a regal gesture with my hand. “I’ll pass. If I fuck you again, I’ll destroy this entire barn.”

My friend then jolted, startled to see that I had carried her all the way up her hill. She looked down and saw, one mile away, the havoc we had wrecked on the soil, having torn down vast swaths of grass and dug holes and tunnels with the power of our fucking –my fucking, to be accurate.

She gulped and looked back at me. “W-what…?” Her voice waivered and her legs trembled. “What have you done to me??”

I understood her fear. It was the same fear, after all, I felt while being so close to that barn: the fear of someone (or something) else’s sexual superiority; the instinctive reaction against being annihilated by a creature who, in one swing of the hips, could literally crack your bones and tear your spine like a toothpick.

I smiled and made my muscles ripple, laying one closed fist on my hips while my body assumed a delicate, firm feline pose.

I told her everything: “after you woke up from my fingering and licking (if you can remember those too), I started grinding my cunt on yours, and then you were, like, cumming a hundred sets of massive, multiple orgasms every minute.” I didn’t count orgasms individually, of course, for the task was purposeless and impossible. When I fucked my partners, they experienced orgasms so intense and so numerous it was easier to just pile them up in “sets” or “combos,” which was what I considered when I counted them. “Then I pounded you.” I lowered my finger to my cunt and slightly squeezed it, realizing just how close I actually was to another orgasm. “Just like a man, I pounded you with my hips and my cunt. I pressed your body against the ground and pounded you so hard you started to sink in the soil. I lifted your body up, laid you on a new, fresh pile of dirt, and then I pounded you again. Everywhere I pounded you became a new, massive hole. I lifted your body in the air and then power-fucked you for ten minutes without your feet ever touching the ground. Then I pressed you against a large rock and pounded you until it started to crack. When I was done pounding you on that boulder, your profile had been drown into its surface, just like a cartoon. Yet I wasn’t done, of course: taking your body to a nearby tree, I pounded you all the way up to its trunk, where I crushed your body and then… I pounded! I pounded you and pounded you and pounded you until the trunk started to crack, the leaves to fall, the branches to shatter, and when I least realized the tree was being uprooted from the soil by my pounding, the tree… boom! It was shattered in the middle of its trunk, like one would shatter a spine, and then it fell down as I held your body in the air and just!… kept!… pounding you!” My eyes certainly betrayed a demonic look as my friend gulped and pushed herself back a little, both afraid and aroused by the involuntary contractions of my muscles as I recalled our action. “I laid you on the floor, with your back against the wood of the shattered tree. Then, I pounded you. The wood was reduced to soot on your back –hence, the many splinters on your body (sorry for that, by the way). Still, even after the trunk had been reduced to atoms and your back had touched the ground underneath it, I kept pounding you. I pounded you and I pounded you and I pounded you and I pounded you until a three-feet-deep, ten-feet-wide crater had been formed around us. And then, not exactly satisfied, I realized I had to climax soon in order for you not to die, so…” I sighed. “I stopped pounding you and, in a compromise of sorts, fingered my cunt over your body until I got some release and ejaculated all over you.” I smiled again, remembering just how big my loads were. “The entire crater was filled with my lubes and my milk. In fact, it wasn’t nearly as big to contain all my juices, so you can look closely and see, down there, that most of my fluids had actually overflowed down in one massive stream. I think I came about a thousand gallons of thick lubes by the time I was done orgasming. That was, like, a whole ten minutes of orgasms, which was not too bad, not too flabby.” I shrugged. “But not too good either.” As I was done, I saw my girl panting and dripping harder through her tits. “It’s understandable if you don’t believe me, though.”

A large spurt of lubes came from her cunt, building a gooey, steamy puddle between her legs. “I believe you. What I don’t understand is… how I survived all that.”

I smiled and flexed my biceps. “You’re strong. You were the best lay I ever had.” Then I looked to the barn, realizing that there were much more important –more arousing!—things we could be paying attention at. “This stud. You were going to show him to me, right?” My poor girl moved uncomfortably on the ground, trying to reconnect her torso to her limbs.

“R-right.” She cleared her throat, feeling the arousal harden her tits and strike her cunt. I turned to her and laid my fists on my hips.

“Why?”

The she looked at me, both fear and naughtiness beaming in her eye, and answered with a shrug: “I thought it would be exciting, you know. That beast… it’s amazing to watch him.” My pussy was throbbing like a heart, leaking all the time, with the juices flowing down my thighs and sprinkling the ground, as the image of that mighty stallion was once again conjured into my mind.

“Is he handsome?” I could feel her heart throb as her whole body shivered in response.

“He’s… you know…” She played with her hair, almost as if too ashamed to look admit her feelings. “You weren’t supposed to feel those things for an animal, but… by god! You really feel aroused by that… mountain of muscles… and power!” She smiled so candidly! “I love riding him. Despite his fearsome size, he’s very gentle when he wants to be.”

I smiled too. We both felt like we were sharing the naughtiest, filthiest of secrets.

“You talk about him like he’s a conscious being.” And my friend, in response, shivered again, her breasts expelling fat threads of milk on her legs.

“He might as well be.” She said. “When he looks at me with those beautiful eyes… fuck. I can’t deny that I finger myself thinking about him. I don’t condone bestiality, but… goddamn it! That creature really pushes my buttons, if you know what I mean.”

“I do.” I stepped back, a little frightened by the degree of her spontaneous arousal. I looked to the barn and felt my heart racing, my legs trembling, my body growing soft and wobbly. “I even wonder if it’s a good idea for us to venture inside. You know… I don’t wanna commit no crime.”

She almost laughed as she replied: “Well, I’m sure you will behave.” She looked at me from head to toe. “Something tells me that you really ought to see it. Like… he’s really gonna like you.” She moved funnily on the ground. “Goddamn it, I… I can’t feel my legs!

I stepped closer. “Really?”

“No, I mean… I’m good, I’m good, it’s just that they’re so numb.” She giggled. “My arms, too, I almost can’t feel them.” She looked at me. “The fuck did you do to me? Fuck! I had orgies with dozens of studs and still none of them ever made me feel like this!”

I flexed my muscles, making the air around me move with the tiny blasts of energy from my fibers. “I told you, dear: I pounded you. This body’s here got enough energy to power a small town.”

“A big town!” She corrected me. “Fuck, I literally cannot feel my hips!”

“You need help?” She looked up and nodded: “please?” I moved forward and picked her, giving her support with my shoulder as she strugggled to get to her feet. “Feeling good, now?” She made some whining noises, clearly distraught by the abundance of hard muscles on my body.

“Fuck!” She said, hugging my waist and fumbling my back. “You’re so hard!”

We kissed. My hands went to her waist and fumbled lusciously her marvelous ass. She was ripe, hard, and delicious, but I was a giantess next to her, and she reveled on the fact that I was now taller than her, and that I could break her like she was nothing! She pushed her crotch against my hips, grinding on them. Our breasts were so huge they almost kept our faces apart, but our attraction was strong enough for us to squeeze the milk out of them with our incredibly tight hug, joining our mouths and our tongues in a luxurious kiss.

I kissed her cheeks before whispering: “we better get going. I don’t wanna bang you for hours again.”

“Oh…” She shivered. “I wanna get banged.” Her right hand played with my abs. “Fuck, it’s so hard. Oh, baby, flex your muscles for me, please.” I complied, and her arm was pushed back by my strong aura. “Fuck! It’s like leather! Holy shit, you’re so hard and firm!”

I bit her earlobe while gently teasing her cooch and her clit with my thumbs. “I can fuck you against the metal walls of this barn until they’re bent with your shape. Or…” I pulled her earlobe, making her yelp. “We can go inside and actually see what’s this horse is all about.” I looked at her. Her cunt was literally dripping on my fingers. “Now, my beauty, what do you choose?”

Still fumbling my abs and flickering my clit, she made a head gesture towards the door and yelped something incomprehensible. “Alright, then.” I said, leading her to the vast entrance of that barn. “How do you open this thing?”

“You put a code here and then…” She typed something on the security system, then tapped on my back as the door rumbled loudly. “S-step back. Step back, now!”

“Alright, sweetie.” I held her by the waist and literally carried her away as the door slid side to side, opening slowly as it made the ground shake with its massive weight. I watched in disbelief as that high-tech portal opened to us. I knew her parents were rich, but even that seemed a bit excessive. “Don’t your parents get, you know, angry paying for all of this?” To my surprise, she shook her head and even giggled.

“Oh, no, not in the slightest.” She lowered her gaze and pondered for a while. “If this was any horse, yes, they would never pay this much for a stallion, but this… is no regular stallion.” Her gaze was turned back to me, sharing with me her deepest secrets. “Do you know how we make money with him?” I shook my head. “We sell his offspring. His horses. His breeds are the purest kind, and farmers all over the world are willing to pay top dollar for anything we can offer.” She looked again to the door, which now led to the dark, mysterious interior of the barn. “The first horses we sold –his colts—were for four million dollars a head.” I stopped listening for a while, and she was quick to pick up my shock. “Yeah. You have no idea how big and beautiful they were. Now, the prices are around $1,200,000 per stallion, but that’s because he breeds so many of them!” Her breast was rising and falling hard. “There’s about… 200 hundred new horses every year, all of whom are already pre-sold. This is actually the biggest source of income for my family –a blessing they still can’t wrap their minds around, even to this day.”

I gulped, too scared by all those numbers and data. “That’s why the security, huh? To protect such prized asset from burglars?” To my even greater shock, however, she shook her head.

“No one’s foolish enough to try and steal him. Trust me, love, you will know it when you see him. This horse, he… oh, fuck, how can I even begin to describe him!” She frowned and touched her forehead. “Nevermind. Just know that security ain’t a problem, and that this stud is more than able than to provide for himself. All this security, indeed, is so that he doesn’t destroy the barn…” she gulped, “while he fucks.” Her tits expelled threads of lovely, thick milk as she suffered a small orgasm. “He is the strongest, mightiest being in all of Earth.” Then she looked at me as if expecting me to give her the long awaited greenlight:

“Let’s go.” Still supporting her on my shoulder, I ventured inside with her, and the first thing I felt was the onslaught of heat and smell –a ferocious, savage scent of horse and sex, followed by an image that was burned in my mind forever. “W-what…?!” My lips trembled. “What is t-this?!”

Loud splashes were heard around us as masses of white goo fell from the ceiling into puddles all around us. Mountains of the whitest, thickest cream were spread all over the barn: huge lakes on the ground, massive balls and mounds on the hay piles, vast threads and lines on the walls, massive stalactites dangling over our heads. In fact, it was easier to count the places that were not drenched than the ones that were. The heat that came from those massive amalgamations was enough to prick my skin, and deep inside I knew exactly what the answer for the question I still foolishly made: “what… is… this?!”

My friend nonchalantly replied. “That’s his semen.” She looked up and down, all around the barn, trying to gauge just how much that horse had come. “He’s chill today. Some days, when you open the door, a whole ocean flows out. He had a quickie just right now, nothing serious.” She stared at me and chuckled. “Yeah, I felt that too when I first, cahem, saw him in action. He nuts like a whole herd. All this you see is just what he cums in a quick fuck. It can get pretty obscene… when he gets serious.”

I saw piles of flesh moving, at first striking me like grotesque little aliens under the masses of horse jizz. “What the fuck…?!” I quickly calmed down, however, once I realized what those things on the ground were. “A-are these…?” I looked at her, “his mares?”

She nodded calmly. “Most of them are covered in spunk. This whole place is like this, and you’ll be hard-pressed to count them all. He fucked them all several times and nutted good in them.” She pointed to some mares on the ground, twitching and whining as they seemed attacked by waves of electricity. “These ones are holding about a hundred gallons of his seed.” She locked her gaze at me, as if to emphasize: “a hundred gallons each. He is an awesome nutter. When daddy comes to collect his seed, he has to bring a whole team of a hundred dudes for the task.” She cleared her throat, clearly aroused by that unnatural power. “The beast fills up tanks as tall as fifty feet like they were tiny balloons. He can cum for literally days, an endlessly supply stocked in his testicles. God, those balls…!” She scratched her legs, trying not to think too much about that beast anymore. “Fuck, let me call him.” She put her fingers in her mouth and whistled, and the sound echoed for a long time on those huge walls. “You have to wait a little. This place is big. It might get a while for him to get to… us!”

We were surprised by the mighty gallop of the beast, which made the entire place rumble and the walls shake as his massive, his gigantic body appeared from the shadows. “C-Camila!” My friend stammered. “I present you… Adonis!”

My mind too froze so hard that I forgot we were both completely naked before the beast, each gallop making out bodies jump as he stopped a few feet away and simply gazed on us with mild curiosity. My head was burning with a thousand different sensations as my pussy hardened and the juices rained down my legs.

That horse was big! Big! Bigger than any horse I had ever see, even in the movies! Big enough to seem alien, and so heavy and muscular he made the ground sink under its hooves. The beast, on all fours, must have been over 10ft-tall from hoof to mane. «Fuck!» My mind exploded, realizing that the back of the horse probably stood at over 7-feet above the ground. “This isn’t a horse.” I blurted. “It’s a fucking tank!

If I thought I was the pinnacle of muscles once, my beliefs were blow out of the park by the sheer size and weight of that thing! The horse was so big that, even though it looked pretty relaxed, there was always a dense aura of steam coming from its trimmed, shiny light-brown fur. The beast was so muscular that at points it didn’t even seem to have fur at all, and that its bulging, rippling, throbbing muscles were simply coated by a dark-brown veneer.

But the biggest spectacle, the most tremendous triumph of that gorgeous beast was yet to be admired. Both our eyes slid down on his body and rested on his hips. “Fuck!!” I screamed, almost dropping my friend on the ground. We both jumped back with fear as I saw the massive… penis!… of that creature, and it was…! It was…! “Holy fucking shit!!” I turned to my friend in horror. “Get me out of here!”

“What?”

I grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard. “Get! Me! Out! Of! Here!”

“Alright, alright. You know, I still can’t feel my legs, though.” I couldn’t wait for her any longer, so I simply picked her up, put her on my shoulder, and rushed to the door as if my life depended on it. “Fuck!”

It did. As I gazed upon that animal’s genitalia, I realized I couldn’t stay in that barn any longer without being utterly consumed by madness. “Fucking hell!! Fucking shit!!” I kept saying, my thoughts strong enough to remain hidden in my head, and I ran past the door into the safety of the outside –all while either forgetting or ignoring the fact that the beast could simply stroll after us if it so desired.

But it didn’t. In a way, that was the most gentlemanly horse I’d ever seen. For all its size and power, the beast appeared to look at us in a very courteous and respectful manner, like a king gazing upon his loyal servants. As I looked back at him, I felt like he was staring straight at my soul! Every time I moved, his head moved just a little, following me.

“I’m sorry.” I whimpered, with tears flowing up my eyes, then I moved my friend to the security device at the door. “Close it. Please, shut it down, now!”

Her fingers were trembling as she typed the password and the door slid shut. As the huge portal closed, however, I kept looking at the beast, feeling a little safer now that we were apart. «I’m sorry,» I kept thinking in my head until the door finally closed. “What…?” The air almost didn’t leave my lungs. “What the fuck was that thing?!”

My friend was also in shock, shaking as her lips barely made out the words: “h-h-he’s…” She cleared her throat. “He’s much bigger than I remember!”

We spent the rest of the walk back home in silence. Through the rest of the day –the rest of the weekend—we would be thinking about only one think, and our pussies would know no rest as our minds luxuriated on the criminal, abhorrent thoughts of that beast and its massive, unbelievable endowment.

Unbeknownst to us, however, the beast too had had a few telling thoughts as the door was closing in front of him. He even smiled when the metal clanged and the door was sealed shut, breaking his long gaze on my tall, muscular body.

«Don’t worry, my child.» The creature thought. «You still don’t know half the story.»

Then, before the eyes of the few mares still awake, his body began to shake, and the beat slowly transformed into another, even bigger and muscular being.

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A Greek God on Earth – Chapter 4

The view was fantastic.

‘Oooh, wow!’ She was jaw-dropped, floating near the lake’s shores while her superman unloaded gallons of lubes on the stream above the waterfall.

His penis hadn’t stopped ejaculating for ten minutes straight.

«My god!» She thought. «This guy is a horse.»

Not even horses, indeed, would come close to nutting as much as that superman.

«My god!» She licked her lips. «Muscles! So many muscles!»

The guy’s arm was literally thicker than her thigh! He must have been over 7.6ft-tall! With a body like that, it was no wonder he sported such an equally large endowment.

She licked her lips, seeing the simply unbelievable size of that phallic monstrosity. Even in cock the man was comparable to a horse or a bull —if said bull, of course, could nut rivers of precum.

‘Ooooaarrhh!!!’

Bluuursshh!! The thick gel exploded from his prick, flying as high as rockets over the waterfall.

‘My god… oooh, my…!!’ The woman melted. The male was ejaculating so many lubes that the lake was almost entirely made of gel. And more: the waters were overflowing to the rest of the valley and the forest beyond, covering the grass with his virile broth.

«How much can this guy nut… when he actually gets to the semen??» The woman licked her lips again, seeing that titan’s powerful balls dangling in between his legs.

Leaving the lake, she laid with her back on the ground, her enormous tits pointing to the sky, and spread her legs to the gigantic stud.

‘Fuck me!!’

The male immediately turned to her and roared, as if the sight of the fresh, tight, rosy cunt awakened his most animalistic instincts.

Without a warning, he made it rain ounces of lubes over that female, who screamed and squirmed while being covered by his broth.

‘Aaaahee, aaa… aaaahee!!!’

When the male was done, the female was covered by some three gallons of pre-spunk.

The male approached. Buuuuuum!! Buuuuumm!! Buuuuuuum!!! The girl’s body jumped on the ground with that horse’s heavy steps.

«By the gods!» She thought. «How can such a youth be so manly??»

The guy’s prick was so hard it pointed upwards, pressing against his abs and reaching up to his pecs.

From that angle, his magnificent balls were completely exposed, striking fear at anyone who saw them.

‘Oohee!!’ The woman tried looking at it, but the prick ejaculated loads in her face: blooorrssh, blooooorrsshh…!!

That man was an Adonis in the flesh; a Greek god statue who, quite frankly, would make the Greek gods themselves blush.

Stopping one foot away from her, the male felt his prick ejaculate another formidable load of lubes. Bloooorrsshh!! He lifted his head up to the skies and roared:

Ooooooaaarrghhhh!!!’

The earth literally trembled with his powerful call, thicker and stronger than many lions’. Soon after, he looked to his female, so defenseless and ripe.

‘Whore!’ He said, squatting down to grab her legs.

‘Aaahee!!!’ She instinctively protected herself, throwing light kicks at his body. ‘Aaahee!! Fuck!! You brute!’ It felt like she was kicking an iron statue! The super-male could barely feel her kicks. She tried kicking him harder, just to test his strength.

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The Endowned Stallion (Part 1: Cowgirls in Love) – Chapter 1

I was struck by Giancarla’s beauty as we climbed a long hill up to her barn. Her property was green with forests and fertile fields until the eye could see. Though a dense grove surrounded up, the hill was all soft grass and pretty flowers, and from there I could even see my friend’s house –a massive, Georgian-style mansion smacked in the middle of those triumphant hills. What a bitch!

“I never knew your parents were farmers.”

“They aren’t, but they bought the property a long time ago when prices were low. Making the best of a crisis, you know?” And she pointed excitedly to the barn at the top. “I couldn’t care less about farming, but I love having a whole herd of horses!”

I was trying my best not to be eaten alive by jealousy, but that was proving far too difficult. Not only did Giancarla hail from a fabulously wealthy family, but she was also probably the only bitch in college able to outdo me in… well, how do I put it? Irresistible sexual attractiveness?

As I let the girl walk ahead of me and ramble about her passion for horses and ponies, I carefully inspected her body. God, a booty like that would strike instate nous hard-ons on a ghetto! She was a pretty blonde Barbie-doll with a waist so thin it looked handcrafted, yet her hips were phenomenally large and hard, sporting a muscle ass like one you only see on Brazilian bitches like me.

As she walked, I watched her buttocks bounce. They made a coarse, deep sound of massive meat being moved around, but they didn’t bounce jovially like you would expect a fat ass to; they were so ungodly hard they remained firm, like stone, and one would even suspect she had injected fresh cement there to make them so outrageously firm.

«For the love of god, these legs!» I thought, fixing my gaze attentively on her long, muscular legs. Though she’d told me she had never gone to gym, I refused to believe it. She had the legs of an Olympic jumper or runner; legs of pure power which contrasted immensely with her thin waist, just like her ass did. «No wonder she likes horses.» I maliciously thought. «She’s got the legs of a mare.»

Without me noticing, however, my friend had stopped talking and was asking me some random question. As she turned to me, I was faced by the delirious beauty of her profile and her torso. “Hey, you there?” She asked me in a lighthearted tone.

“You’re beautiful.” I said, and the wind blowing was the only sound that followed. She too coveted my body, which was superior to hers by just a margin. If she wasn’t such a picture-perfect image of an American princess, she wouldn’t hold a candle next to my much larger, more powerful body.

I could see her biting her lips as she looked to me from head to toe, paying special attention to my abs under my tank-top.

“Thanks. You’re gorgeous.” She wiggled her hips. “I mean, of course you are. You know it, don’t you?” She pointed to my arms and my abs. “The way you flaunt those powerful guns.”

I looked down, but couldn’t see anything thanks to my gigantic tits. If she was referring to my killer 6-pack, well, she was very correct in her assessment: a belly like mine was a trophy worth exposing, and so were my beautiful arms, which bulged even while relaxed.

I touched my belly and grabbed my skin, pulling it to show how little fat I had in my body. I worked out, but not as much as anyone would expect when seeing my body.

“Three days a week at the gym,” I told her, spying her with my peripheral view. “Lots of exercises for strength and toned muscles.” I pulled my skin with both hands, showing her the perfection of my ripped, rippling abs. “I could bend a coin on those babies.”

“I bet you could.” Her voice cracked a bit. She was completely hypnotized by my masculine, virile beauty –even though I had a face and a bosom that would easily outmatch her own.

“Brazilians love that.” I flexed one arm, showing her my gorgeous biceps. “Muscle. Do you know how they call women like me?”

“Women like you?” She smiled and struck a pixie-girl pose. “You mean, hot babes?”

“Not exactly a ‘hot babe,’ but a very muscular woman. A woman with a perfect face in a tight, athletic body.” I could hear her breath getting out of pace. She knew she was beautiful, but she never had the audacity to say that aloud, much less so confidently.

Mm. No. H-how do they call women like you?”

I looked up to her and smiled. “Mare-women.” She laughed.

“Mare-women?” And I nodded.

“Yep.” I flexed both biceps, cutting her laughter immediately as she saw both babies bulge and harden on my arms. “That’s because we’re built like horses, you know.” I struck a bodybuilder pose to her, turning my left side to her and flexing my whole left arm along with my leg and my abs, creating an aura of power which was felt even on the plants around me.

Giancarla was drooling, with her jaw getting lower each second, as she saw the muscles rippling on my body, and my thigh growing so huge it stretched my jean shorts and literally started to tear it open.

As she heard the rippling noises of the fabric, she covered her mouth. “You crazy!” Her eyes were glistening. “You’re gonna…!”

“I know, I know.” I smiled to her with my perfect set of white teeth. “I can literally rip my clothes just by flexing my muscles.” I turned my torso back to her, facing her with my superior bosom. “Wanna see it?” I saw her blush and step back, fighting her own desire.

“Are all Brazilians this forward?

“Yes.” I bluntly replied. “Yes, we are.” I flexed my biceps, seeing the throbbing, thick veins bulge along with the muscle. “We have the fires of hell in our blood. Our bodies are machines of sex and sensuality.”

“Fuck, I wish I had your confidence.”

“With a body like yours, friend,” I winked at her, “there’s no reason not to be confident.”

“Uh… thanks.”

I stepped closer, flaunting my aggressive movements.

“You’ve never gone to gym? Like… ever??”

Her eyes beamed a little stronger.

“Never. What you see is juts… good blood, I guess.” She struck a bodybuilder pose just for laughs, but she was probably unaware of how strong she really was. She stood taller than me by a few inches, though none of us had anything to complain about in the height department: I was 6ft-tall, she was 6’2. We were, indeed, freakishly tall for any women, and the entire college bowed to our superior height paired by our ungodly beauty.

I saw a tenuous 4-pack set of muscles on her abs as she flexed, and her enormous, mare-like legs ripple with fibers and prominent veins.

“Fuck, girl. You are a mare-lady too!”

“Oh.” She seemed surprised. “You think?”

“I don’t think; I know.” I pointed to her body. “Look at you! Look at these!” I pointed to her belly, clearly intimidating her as I stepped closer. “Flex your abs, please. Oh, my god, you diva! Don’t you see you’re packed? Look at those four guns here!”

“Well, yeah. I guess I’m pretty fit.” As she kept flexing, I had to contain my excitement as my eyes wandered and got lost in her massive, mighty bosom.

Her boobs, much like her ass, didn’t bounce; they gently and loudly moved up and down with her body, as if made of cement or the world’s thickest fat. «Double-D cup.» I realized. «Mine are a triple-D, probably an E.» Inadvertently I flexed my chest, making my gigantic knockers ripple and attract her lustful gaze. «I’m superior to this bitch, yet her height and her fantastic face really make me doubt myself.» With my heart almost racing, I blurted out:

“There’s no man we can’t attract, is there?”

She shook her head, both naughty and humble. “No.” Our hard nipples were touching one another. We could feel each other’s firmness just by the tip of the nipples gently squeezing and twitching –the official greeting between two hot, muscle bimbos.

I was lost in her fantastic, pristine blond hair while she was coveting my dark mane. Her hair was not only soft, but it went all the way down to her hips, while mine stopped short of the middle of my back.

With a step forward, I pressed our breasts. The compression was hard, almost painful. In that touch, however, I felt something peculiar, something amazing in her body as well as mine: our breasts were not only big, not only hard, but they were full!

Like… gallons and gallons of milk must have been stored in our gazongas, for we both could feel and literally hear the liquids sloshing inside them.

Without any restraints on my tongue, I straight out asked her: “you’re lactating?” I could sense a tremendous unease in her hips, which were growing hot with all that talk.

“You are really forward!” She smiled, and I showed her just how forward I was: I lifted by hands to her biceps and squeezed them, making her yelp as I carefully inspected them, just like a farmer would do a horse.

“Strong. Beautiful, strong arms you have.” Her eyes seemed to wander to random places, devoid of support by her growing, raging arousal.

“What… are you doing?”

I stepped closer to her while pulling her body slightly to mine, making our bosoms roar are they pressed on each other and I could feel my milk flowing to the canal of my nipples. I lowered my hands to her waist and squeezed them.

“What. The. Fuck!” I squeezed them even harder, making her gasp and moan as I almost could feel my fingers meeting on her back! “Fucking shit, Barbie! You really are a Barbie doll with a waist this thin!” She smiled, knowing hers was a body to die for.

“Yeah, t-thank you. This, again…” Her eyes glistened with sin. “Good blood, you know.” I didn’t respond to her immediately, but let an uncomfortable, growing silence increase the sexual tension between us. I was about to fuck that blonde raw –in the barn, even, in the middle of all her pretty horses! «And I will show those horses what powerfucking looks like!»

“Good blood, eh?” I teased her, feeling her accelerated heartbeat under her DD-cup knockers. “Like the good American broad you are, huh?”

“Oh, wow. What language is that?”

“You know what language it is. Your parents are amazing. Your father is such an Alpha male I know he has a hard time remaining faithful to your mother –who’s a literal supermodel, damn it!”

“Oh, oh…” Her eyes wandered about, naughtily. “And who said he is faithful?”

I smiled. We were intimate. No topic was off-boundaries to us. Leveraging my position, I attacked:

“I never saw a man as big and as muscular as your father. I confess that, if I could, I’d fuck that man raw on the spot.” She looked at me with brief ire. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. I know you desire him too, and you will get first dibs.”

“Oh, you obscene…!” But I shut her up by hugging her waist and pulling her body to mine, making her breasts climb over mine and reach my throat as I bear-hugged the living shit out of her, striking her with as much fear as arousal.

“Don’t hide it. You know how hot you are. How… perfectly bred you’ve been by your stud father. Wow, look at this.” I touched the upper part of her butt cheeks. “Your ass is a fucking stone! No wonder you’re all firm and muscle, even though you never went to gym.”

“I’m n-not… all muscle.”

“But you could be with minimum effort. No problem if you don’t want to.” I winked. “With a body like that, you really don’t need anything else.” I squeezed her tighter with every word, making her whimper like a little kitten as her eyes visibly melted for my body.

My hands descended on her ass, grabbing their meat underneath the think, pink dress she wore. I could feel her panties being swallowed into her crack by her enormous buttocks –no cloth being big enough to resist their size and strength—and, as I sank my fingers in that meat, I got my lips dangerously close to hers, prompting her to both turn her face and lean forward to me, fighting desperately against her desire.

“I think that’s why you like horses: you’re not only built like one, but you were bred like one.”

“E-excuse me?”

“Horses are bred for the best, strongest, finest genes, aren’t they? The strongest studs breed with the most powerful mares, and they produce an offspring which is even stronger, mightier, more potent than their parents.”

“Oh… oh…” She felt my hands holding her ass from below, fumbling her amazing thighs, and then pulling them up, lifting her body in the process. “Is that what you think I am? A mare… bred for the best genes?”

I couldn’t resist it anymore: I laid my lips on hers, which welcomed my embrace with sweet surrender. Her mouth remained closed, but her lips were slowly opening.

I pressed my lips harder on hers and teased them with the tip of my tongue, slowly moistening them. As I kissed her, my right hand massaged her inner thigh while my left hand splurged on her ass.

The bitch was aroused! I could feel the heat bursting from her engorged, swollen cunt as I pressed and squeezed her moist inner thighs. Juices were dripping from her pussy and flowing down her legs –so many of them, in fact, that within seconds I was feeling the literal drops of lubes on my fingers.

She was not merely aroused; she was melting! As our lips briefly parted, I teased her with more sexy talk: “you know you are. Feel your thighs. Fell them!” She moaned loud as I squeezed her thighs, making her cunt loudly gush a few pints of water on her panties, raining down on my fingers and sprinkling on the grass as I felt her fiber and her muscles. “Fucking shit, these are some good muscles you’ve got! Some awesome blood, like a fine-bred horse!”

“Fuck! This talk…” I pushed her whole upper torso to mine, pressing her tits on my chest as mine almost tore a hole in her upper abs. Our noses were rubbing on each other’s cheeks and our lips were nearly touching.

“Your father knew what he was making when he was breeding your mother: he was making you. A fertile, nubile mare with strong legs and awesome muscles. Hips so wide you could give birth to a village and not even get a single stretch mark! Ass so powerful there’s enough fat here to heat a mansion, and these breasts… oh, fuck, these breasts! They’re milk-full! Beautiful lactating beasts!” My smile sedated her mind. “You’ve got the perfect genes of a breeding mare, and I guess sex with you must be powerful and relentless, for good breed like you have infinite energy on the bed!”

I could almost feel her heart on my palms as she looked to me and whispered: “y-you don’t need to guess, you know.”

We kissed. This time, it was a powerful, wet kiss. Our tongues wrestled in our mouths, threatening to suck our hearts and our lungs up. She was a hell of a kisser, but I enjoyed showing her just how mightier and stronger I was: with astounding ease, I bent her spine back, using my body and my muscle mass to pull her back and almost make her fall on the grass.

Her eyes widened once she felt my powerful muscle tongue pressing to the back of her throat… and then some!

“Holy… shit…!!” She tried to scream. “Your tongue…!”

Yeah, yeah. That bitch was discovering one of my most prized assets: an eight-inch muscle tongue, with which I was eager to explore the depths of her throat.

Our bodies crashed as I climbed on top of her, making her fall on the hill and our bosoms press against each other so hard that hers started to leak. I heard a very faint *squiiish!* as she fell and her massive bosom trembled, her body shaking and quivering under my powerful touch.

“No… please… no…” She whimpered. I looked to her chest and saw two massive stains growing on her dress. She was lactating.

“Fucking cow!” I grabbed her dress and pulled back, tightening it on her body. I wanted to see the sheer hardness of her nipples, which really seemed like they could tear a hole on such a thin cloth. I licked my lips as I saw her continuously lactate, then I felt her knees touching my belly, rubbing themselves against my rock-hard six-pack.

“Fuck…!” She gave me a naughty look of desire. “Fuck me!” I smiled wide and went for the killing. Before I could suck her mouth, however, we were both startled by a rumble coming from the top of the hill.

“What’s that?” I asked, feeling even the ground around us move. My Barbie-girl covered her mouth and looked to the barn at the hill’s peak.

“Oh, god… it’s Adonis!”

“Who the fuck is Adonis?” The way she looked at me struck me with both curiosity and desire. Her eyes were dripping with sex, just as her nipples were with milk and her cunt with lubes.

“Adonis is our stallion. Our stud. He is breeding right now.”

I looked up again, feeling the ground shake around us while the barn, at the distance, seemed to unravel under an earthquake. The place was still almost a whole mile away, yet I could feel the powerful banging as if its walls were on my ear.

I turned my scared gaze to my colleague, who could apparently read my thoughts:

“Adonis’s the one doing this?” She nodded, silently. “Alone? I mean, just a horse? I can feel the ground shaking!” And the naughty pixie muscle girl pulled her dress, highlighting her massive breasts. I heard a few tearing noises on her chest; when I looked down, I saw her nipples poking free from it. She had literally tore two holes on her dress with her nipples!

“He breeds all the mares every hour of every day. He… he…” She sighed. “He is unstoppable.” And a mighty *boom!* startled us, calling my attention to the barn, which seemed to jump on the ground as the mighty stallion fucked his way through his mares. “Two hundred mares. They were barely over fifty when daddy bought the place, but then we had to buy a hundred and fifty more to soothe our stallion.” She sighed again, making a disappointed face. “It’s not enough. Daddy’s considering to double the number just to satiate that horse.”

“This stallion fucks over two hundred mares… in a day?

“More like… in an hour.”

I was no horse specialist, but I knew that number couldn’t be possible.

“How… how is this…” She shut me up with her naughty look, which somehow answered all of my questions while saying nothing:

“You will know when you see him.” She looked down to my body, placing her palms on my firm abs. “You’re one to recognize power when you see it. I… I want your power.”

Trying to ignore the powerful sounds coming from the barn, I grabbed the blonde’s dress and teared it up. She whimpered and covered her breasts, but the task was impossible given their sheer size.

My eyes were struck by the gigantic nature of those milk orbs. “Fucking shit!” My jaw dropped as I beheld them, barely believing such perfect things could possibly exist.

I grabbed squeezed them; for a moment, I could even see the milk sloshing inside them before spilling in beautiful threads over the blonde’s body. “Aaahee!!” She whimpered, and I saw the milk form a little, hot pond in her belly.

I squeezed the breasts again and harder, making them spew milk on my dark hair and paint it white as I leaned down and drank from it. My girl quivered and moaned as I licked and slurped over her skin, having to control my own horniness as I tasted her sweet, motherly nectar.

The thing was thick! Thicker that any jizz I’d ever sucked! «Fuck, this milk is heavy!» I thought. «And sweet! It’s almost as sweet and tasty as my own!»

My girl was shivering on the hill while the ground shook around us. Even though her body was spectacular, the pounding and breeding going on in the barn were much stronger. «Fuck this horse! Is he fucking or killing his mares?»

My pussy hardened and moistened as I tried to imagine that beast in action. What size could that horse be to make such powerful sounds and rumbles? «Fuck this shit! I better make my little woman cum before this horse does us both!»

I raised my head and showed her my lips dripping with milk. As she smiled, I noticed how her lips were only a little bit smaller than mine.

“You have a wonderful mouth.” She said, and then she met silence as I moved my body over hers, oppressing her with my sheer size.

I grabbed those monstrous mountains and shook them with both hands. My girl kissed my forehead and rubbed her thighs on mine while I simply felt the milk shaking inside those beasts. They were so goddamn full that even the slightest of shakes made new threads be spilled from the nipples, and I caught them with my mouth, gargling on them as I squeezed those tits harder, hosing my face with milk.

“Fucking shit, that’s so good!” I ate her left tit and squeezed them both handsomely. I could literally hear the squishing noise as the fat threads of milk left them and splashed on my body, painting me white with that milk which was so thick that it didn’t even drip from my body, but either slowly flowed down or just stayed stuck to my skin.

Meanwhile, the naughty, horny hottie placed her thighs in one of mine, wrapping them around my powerful leg as she rubbed her cunt and clit on my powerful muscles. She was dry-humping my leg, and I obliged in her fantasy by flexing my thigh. “Fuck!” She whimpered, barely believing the girth of my leg.

“Enjoy it, sweetie.” I stared mesmerized at her tits. “Enjoy my muscles as I enjoy your tits.” I crammed my mouth again in her left tit, squeezing it with enough force to make my cheeks bloat with the abundant milk.

Fuck, it was so much milk I could barely swallow it all in time! My nose spewed a bit of fluids back on her bosom, painting it white, and one could hear my swallowing noises from afar as my throat swelled and literal pints of that juice flowed down to my belly.

I felt my stomach growing heavier as the vast, thick loads of milk fell in it like sacks of cement. Soon, I was feeling a growing pressure of my stomach expanding and holding literally over a gallon of that milk –and that’s with me sucking only one tit.

As I broke my kiss, the blasted a long thread of milk in my face –and it kept going; it kept going and going and going until the pressure was down and the thread eventually died out. Her breast was almost entirely coated in milk, and there was still the other one left for the taking.

I took it thirstily, suckling on it like a horde of strong babies. My girls squealed and moan as she felt outrageous amounts of her juices being sucked into my body, full gallons of it sloshing down into my stomach. “Fuck!!” I screamed, and the milk literally burst back through my mouth and nose.

Fucking shit! It was so much milk I literally chocked on it. I was forced to move my head away and take a breath, but the tits blasted my face with cream. “Fucking… damn it!!” Ounces of tit-jizz dripped from my chin as my girl continuously ground her hips on my thighs.

I felt her juices sloshing out of her cunt, splashing into my thighs as they dripped with nectar. A monster roared inside my breast, and I consumed those tits, sucking them mightily, lowering my hands to her cunt and aiding her in her orgasms. “Now you will fucking know what an orgasm –a real orgasm!—really is!”

I was true to my promise: my fingers pierced her panties and immediately attacked several sensible spots in her cunt, making me almost scared of the intense heat and hardness of her labia. Her cunt was not just scorching, but it was swollen!

No finger was able to do to her what I did. Her clit was engorged like a small penis, and I struck it countless times with my thumb while my other four fingers performed a pussy massacre in her labia. The bitch screamed uncontrollably in my ear while lifting her waist in my leg and hosing the most powerful squirt I ever felt leave any cunt other than my own.

The squishing sound was intense, and the heat of her juices hitting my naked thigh was so fucking intense I felt my skin burn with the contact! More orgasms came out of her as she felt electricity burn every sensible spot of her body; I was performing miracles she could have never thought possible with my hands… and I was just warming up!

“Fuck! Oh, my god!!! You’re so fucking good!!” She bit my earlobe and climbed on my body. “Oh, my god…!! I’m cumming!! I’m fucking cumming!! I’m cumming… fuck!! So fucking muuuuuch…!!!

A woman does not really cum, of course, if she’s still able to speak; as I picked up the pace of my vigorous fingering and my powerful suction, then, her words were completely and forever lost in her throat.

Her body squirmed as the pressure in her bosom grew too intense. As I expected, the beautiful, massive tits hosed milk in my mouth by themselves, painting my throat white while I massacred and beat that pussy into submission.

She gave long screams whenever the pain and the agony inside her body were too intense for her to handle. Her cries were long and desperate, and in a way I felt they had some effect on the faraway barn atop the hill: the pounding and loud bursts coming from it became a little fainter, as if the stallion himself was getting disconcerted (or maybe interested) by her tremendous arousal.

«Yeah, you filthy animal!» I thought, rubbing my whole body on hers with all of my clothes still on. «I bet I’m more powerful than you… you fucking stud!» I crammed my fingers so deep in her cunt I felt their tips grazing her cervix, and this seemed to burst a dam of scorching lubes from her.

My girl screamed as her pussy hosed one thick, continuous thread of lubes on my thigh. I was amazed, even scared as I saw faint steams coming from her cunt. “Oh, you filthy cunt!” I kissed her, and my tongue went to the very depths of her throat.

“God…!!” She whimpered before I mouth-fucked her throat, but god was not there to help her as I stood up and lifted her body. I kissed her and sucked her tits while literally walking uphill with her, feeling my powerful, thick thighs throb as we ascended.

After a few couple yards, I crashed with her again on the ground, and her tits expelled milk in two messy explosions, painting my body as I stood on my knees, each leg on one side of her waist. “Fuck…!!” She exclaimed. “You’re not even sweating!”

And I smiled, flexing my chest and making the cloth stretch under the growth and swelling on my tits. “Sweetie, I’m gonna sweat gallons right now!”

To her dismay, I tore my shirt up and threw it away. The thick cloth ceded like paper to my powerful muscles, and once my tits were released I could feel her cunt juices splashing on my abs; she had literally cummed just by looking at my body!

“FUCK!” A strange wave of energy ran through her body, electrifying her tits and making them squirt milk over twenty inches up in the air. “FUCK!! OH, GOD…!!” Her body experienced an electric rush of multiple orgasms as she looked to my naked, wide, muscular torso.

I flexed my chest and made my breasts stand on a high angle, my nipples literally looking up as I performed that flex with ease.

“Fucking look at that body that’s gonna breed you!” I stretched my arms and flexed my guns. Two massive mountains grew on my arms as I felt the veins rippling and throbbing all over them.

“Oh, fuck!!”

I wasn’t even half-done: “look! Look at these powerful abs, my gorgeous, luscious mare!”

She squirted another big, fat one as she looked to my hardened abs, the six-pack swelling so hard another set of two muscles appeared below them. The veins multiplied and throbbed all over my torso, with many growing at the base of my tits and making them harden like muscles.

«Fuck!!» I almost had to control my own arousal as I felt the milk heating up in my tits.

The heat was brewing to the point of making the liquid boil! Very faint, light threads of steam left my nipples, quickly dissipating in the pleasant air before my blonde could see them. If I didn’t watch out, I would be squirting milk uncontrollably, with such strength I would probably even hurt my tits.

I took a very deep breath as powerful gushes of squirt hit my abs. Looking down, I effortlessly lowered my hands to my friend’s cunt, looking royal and elegant as a queen, and finger-fucked it with my whole hand, making the poor creature put her tongue out and scream a thousand profanities to the heavens:

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM!! FUCK, I’M SQUIRTING SO FUCKING MUCH!! FUCK, I NEVER SQUIRTED SO MUCH WITH ANYONE, GODDAMN IT!! YOU… YOU… YOU!… YOU FUCKING HORSE!! HOLY SHIT, YOU’RE POWER FUCKING ME LIKE A STALLION! YOUR FINGERS ARE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANY PENIS! DAMN IT, OH, YOU’RE POWERFUL!! I’M CUMMING SO MUCH AND FEELING MY TITS EXPLODE!! PLEEEASE, MY GODDESS!! MY MUSCLE SPARTAN BEAST, PLEASE!! MY BRAZILIAN BEAST, I BEG OF YOU: HARDER!! GO HARDER, HARDER, HAAARDER, PLEASE, UNTIL MY PUSSY TURNS TO JELLY!!”

Laughing at her obscene arousal, seeing and feeling her cunt hose pints of squirt and vast, dense puffs of steam on my arm, I took my hand away from her pussy and stood up, ready to put on a little show. “You want power? Alright. I’ll give you power. But first, my horny mare, see if you can really take… my real muscles!” And, turning my back to her, I started to rip and tear my clothes off… by simply flexing my hard, thick, powerful muscles.

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I could feel the electricity bursting from her cunt at about a dozen times per second; she was feeling orgasms at the pace of her electrical signals in her body; the massive loads of orgasms were long and torturing; some took dozens of seconds, some took well over minutes, but all of them made her feel like she was dying and closer to heaven (or hell), and all made her body feel burning and her muscle fibers tearing up under the unbelievable stress.

As an inevitable physical reaction, all her holes starting pouring hot juices all the time: her tits splashed milk on my face and my own bosom as her gaping cunt hosed gallons of nectar on the grass, building a river which soon loudly flowed down the hills, creating ponds on the forest around us.

Her body was either seized by electrical orgasms or thrashing around in pure agony. As she hugged my massive, muscular back again, she clung to me like a sloth on a tree branch, and then she started shaking while her nails pierced my back deeper, drawing blood and tearing my skin apart.

The pain only made me more ravenous and merciless. Kissing her nape and her neck very slowly all the way down to her tits, I struck her with multiple orgasms at every kiss while the most massive orgasms kept raging on her cunt. “Thirty.” I counted them in between kisses. “Thirty-one. Thirty-two.”

PLEEEEASE!!!” She despaired. “STOOOOPP!!!” She was crying and even snorting as I readied another nerve-shattering orgasm in her cunt; her current orgasms diminished just a little while my fingers stimulated several new spots in her, activating massive central nerves which I pushed and made explode with electricity.

FUUUUUCK!!!” The tears started raining from her face as I felt literal sparks on my finger in her cunt. The divine flood that poured from her was both jaw-dropping and comical.

“Thirty-three.” I counted, adding smaller multiple orgasms to that massive, God of Orgasms with my kisses down her tits. “Thirty-four. Thirty-five. Thirty-six and thirty-seven.” Sometimes, new waves of orgasms appeared on her body without my knowledge or control. “Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine.”

My girl stopped screaming and spent a long, five-minute session just staring red-eyed at the sky. Seventy-four massive, tissue-tearing orgasms seemed to strike her, building up to a hundred and eleven massive waves of orgasms in total. «A good warm-up,» I thought while gazing upon her tits.

As I ate them, I counted the smaller multiple orgasms multiplying in her body: «a hundred and twelve… thirteen… fourteen-fifteen-sixteen… eighteen… twenty-two…» One could literally see the waves of electricity rippling through her body from the orgasmic focal points I created. In that left tit which I sucked, for example, the literal waves of energy burst from her sore nipples, which hosed so much milk in me I literally coughed and expelled a some of it back through my nose. «Holy shit, you fucking cow!»

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Heavens felt stirred as the angel flew past the clouds, looking for her safe haven. Despite all the safety and peace that the Kingdom of God could offer her, she could never have the privacy mortals usually enjoyed when doing their “dirty work.”

As an angel, she shouldn’t even be thinking about these things: “dirty work;” “naughty things.” It felt stupid and senseless that something so basic and primal should be so taboo in the Kingdom of God, but that’s how it was, and it drove her mad –especially when that filthy servant of the Lord was performing his jaw-dropping actions of virility and superhuman power.

«Fuck!!» She couldn’t contain the profane words in her head. Her body swooshed past the sky at high speeds, trying to avoid the prying eyes of her colleagues and fellow angels, to whom “minding their own business” always felt like a foreign concept. At times, she even cursed the fact that she was born an angel, not a lowly, free demoness of the deepest bowels of hell – at least the demons had fun. They, the angels, had only the dryness of a holy life.

«Fuck!» She repeated again, whisking past the clouds with a barely-disguised agony. She felt her hips burning, and her waist left a trail of smoke and scented steam wherever she went. She was horny. She shouldn’t be, but she was –that was her agony as one of the mightiest, most beautiful of angels!

In her way, she saw a few fellow angels, and using her magical powers she vanished from their gazes, appearing at different points in the vast expanse of Heavens, always looking for her secret place –which, thanks to another magic of her own, always changed locations, depending on both her needs and on how close other angels got to discovering it.

Now, she discovered that she might have hidden the place too damn well, for the agony of her intimate parts, which demanded an immediate release. She almost couldn’t help it: her heavy, bountiful breast made throaty sounds of the agony that piled up inside her: “uuh…!!” She crossed her legs mid-flight. “Uuurh!!” She never quite knew what happened with her body, and most of it was because the prudish, prickly way her and the angels were raised –they weren’t supposed to feel that way, and maybe she was indeed a very special case. After all, other angels could be beautiful, but only she was undoubtedly the most beautiful of all.

In fact, she was so near perfection that other angels used to call her “Lucifer’s Beauty” –someone whose beauty was so extreme and staggering it nearly rivaled God’s in Their own splendor.

Maybe she, like Lucifer, couldn’t help but to feel defiant of the ways of Heavens; like her absolute beauty was also what made her absolutely degenerate, like there was no way to avoid sin and temptation when one possessed ludicrous levels or beauty and fertility. After all, she was not only gorgeous; she was hot. Hot as the fires of Hell, enough to literally have tempted Satan to court her a few times in the past –and His minions still regularly pestered her with the offers of turning her into His bride.

It wasn’t their fault, anyway, for it was not like she gave them anything remotely close to a firm rebuttal. In fact, if anything, her replies proved that she was indeed very interested in the Prince of Evil, and that she would trade Heaven for Hell in a heartbeat, if not for the other Angels’ always watchful gaze.

Satan was more than just a “catch” or a “fling;” He was the only male able to take her thoughts away from that filthy priest down on Earth; the only penis-possessing being capable of now only surpassing that earthly stud, but to also put him to shame with his absurdly superior size.

But maybe she was getting too ahead of herself. She needed to first reach her safe spot and finally give her cunt some solace before embracing those naughty, filthy thoughts. After many minutes of searching, she finally found the secret door hovering above the beautiful mountains of Jehovah’s Valley.

She entered them and locked herself there. Now, no one would be able to interrupt her now. She was free to do as she pleased, and to release all her pent up energy just as her body demanded her to.

Undoing her heavenly robes, the goddess pierced cunt with her long, gorgeous fingers. Her palms felt the soft touch of her golden pubic hair, and her tits swung free as she laid on the ground, spread her legs, and came golden threads of orgasm on the floor, moaning and climaxing as she rocked herself with orgasm after orgasm.

Oorh!!” Her eyes rolled up. What heavenly bliss, that once which assaulted her body. “Oorh!!” Her wings spread to their maximum span, trembling and shivering as her body experienced long electrical chains of pleasure just with her fingers deep on her cunt, working her inwards so well and masterfully she felt like she was being serviced by many of her beautiful, busty fellow angelines.

She smiled, then laughed, as if she was laughing in the face of God. «Yes, my Lord!» She thought, in absolute defiance. «I too can cum just like the mortals!»

Making a circular motion with her order hand, she commanded the clouds to part and give way to a vision of the events and actions of the mortal world beneath her. She looked down the hole, which was covered by a pristine substance, almost like the clean surface of a lake under the blue sky, and then images of the mortal world appeared on it –specifically, images of that mortal stud relentlessly pounding his new favorite woman.

Lumina stared deeply at the mirror, frozen by the overwhelming rush of thoughts in her mind. Even her fingers stopped working her cunt, letting her contemplate what to focus on first.

There was the priest, which made her hips burn like her ovaries where being filled and fecundated by that god-like cock. Even Jesus or the bodily image of His Father didn’t sport dongs as thick and gorgeous as that relentless stud –maybe because They didn’t need it, or maybe because They were just two big sissies coward enough to literally grow a pair for Themselves.

She couldn’t care less for these heathen thoughts, indeed, when she was looking at that male go! His mountain of muscles always aroused her even in her sleep. All the male angels were fit, but rarely overgrown; the hardest and biggest of them had decent pecs and eight-pack abs, but none of them seemed buff or powerful enough for her liking. Given that they were all tall creatures –the shortest of them standing at 8-feet—, the female angel rarely found a body big enough to be compared to a bull or a stallion –which were exactly the types of beasts she wanted her lovers compared to.

That priest, however, ticked all the right boxes. On usual circumstances, oh, she made her tongue slip, her mouth water, and her cunt drool. The beast was 8’5ft-tall –taller than many angels—and weighed over 1,000 pounds of muscle in his near-zero-fat body. She squirted all over the clouds just thinking about him, her pristine, diamond-like juices showering her surroundings as she saw his muscles bulging, his arms swinging, his powerful glutes flexing, his thighs hardening as he power fucked that woman.

The mere thought of that beast fucking was enough to draw hot breaths and loud whimpers from her. That bulging bull, brimming with virility, sprinkling his sweat all over his cathedral as he tore the habits of his sisters and fucked them senseless until the chair and tables and stone walls cracked under his relentless thrusting, was more powerful than several hundred stallions in his gentlest of fucks; in his hardest, oh, he couldn’t be compared to any animal (or herd of animals) neither on Earth nor on Heaven or Hell.

When he was fucking with his full might, he stood on a league of his own. The monster literally drilled his lover through a wall and into a large arena, which he proceeded to crack and destroy with his relentless pounding. Lumina saw him pin his woman’s body on the ground and plow through her so fast that his waist disappeared in the air. The name of this lucky woman was Vanessa, and she too was one of the most powerful beings on Earth –powerful enough to fuck her way through hundreds of men without dropping a sweat, but not nearly powerful enough to even come close to matching her lover in intensity, virility, and sexual might. Her massive, muscular body was being reduced to pudding under that man’s bestial thrusts, which made Lumina seize under murderous orgasms as her tits stiffened and the milk literally boiled inside of them.

She felt steam come through her nipples. She was about to burst at any moment, she could feel it! «Fuck!! What is wrong with that man?!»

The priest, you see, though usually a massive, virile being, was growing beyond anything even her nastiest, most sordid dreams could concoct. In his ‘normal’ state, the man was 8’5ft-tall and 1,000 pounds heavy, which was some consolation to her, who stood at 9’5ft-tall and weighed over 400 pounds in breasts, ass, thighs, and some gentle, slightly-fit muscles.

As he fucked that woman, however, the priest went from the largest man on Earth to a veritable beast of muscles, more endowed than at least three breeding bulls. His height quickly ballooned to 10-feet, and his 1,000 pounds of muscles swelled to 3,500 pounds and counting, muscles growing atop of muscles while the beast plowed through Vanessa with enough strength to split the entire, massive arena from wall to wall.

Several cracks grew around the woman’s waist as the priest pounded her with animalistic abandon, and the floor sunk under their hips as the pressure and the speed of his thrusts only became more mortal by the minute.

Lumina couldn’t contain the massive waves of orgasms that rocket through her body –so much pleasure that her massive, JJ-cup tits shrunk and squirted fountains of milk into the clouds. “Aaaaah…!!!” The goddess stuck her tongue out and screamed for what felt like an eternity. It was too much for her naive, heavenly mind to understand! The waves…! “Fuck!!” The waves of pleasure burst from her waist all the way up to her breasts, making the muscles of her chest flex so brutally the gallons of milk were almost exploded out through her nipples like volcanic bursts –and all of that simply by watching the sheer virility with which Gaston fucked his bitch senseless.

“God!!!” She covered her mouth with her left hand while her right one kept working her cunt, extracting juices from her like a dam had burst in her womb. Her heavenly ovaries worked overtime to make more eggs. The bitch was fertile! In fact, angels were fertile all-year-round, yet she was now increasing her angelical fertility to ludicrous levels, feeling her cunt-sauce getting thicker and warmer with the excess of egg cells!

There was something absolutely primal in just the shape of that beast, which reminded her of the firmness and the abundance of muscles on a large, beautiful breeding bull. She was a such a size and muscle queen, indeed, that many times she caught herself giving those virile animals in a human farm many naughty looks, and she imagined what would fucking one of them feel like –maybe the only way she could satiate her desire for bull jizz and horse cocks.

Thanks to that man, oh, she no longer had to dream with bestiality, for that human was basically superior to any breeding bull or stallion alive. When fucking, indeed, he was regularly stronger than hundreds of them, and now he was easily superior to a hundred thousand of those savage beasts, breeding that woman with his 27-inch cock.

«Twenty-seven inches!!» She delighted herself, squirting another massive load of juices many feet across her abode. The number swirled in her mind like a magic key that unlocked her mightiest orgasms. «Fuck!! This bull’s… got twenty-seven inches of cock!!» Her cunt spewed messy juices all over the place again, which were filled with her screams and her desperate, piercing moans.

She couldn’t help it: the bull’s mighty thrusts on that lucky female perfectly encapsulated all the idea of masculinity. The power, the virility, the abundance, the dominance, the sheer reproductive fitness of that specimen were written all over his genitalia, spelled out with his bulging muscles as she plowed through that body like a jackhammer would a stone, drilling her so hard that he was also indirectly fucking the ground, making the cracks grew and their bodies sink quickly on the sturdy stone.

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From her spread out legs came a steamy squirt. The thread of nectar splashed on my legs and bathed them in woman cum. I smiled as I flexed my guns and showed her the sheer power and hardness of my biceps; a leathery, stretching sound came from them, like two thick belts being twisted to a ripping point. The labyrinth of veins and arteries that covered them could hardly be described; my guns swelled to enormous proportions while she could literally see, from the distance, the pints of blood being pumped in my arms, giving them the strength of a goddess.

“C-can you crush a boulder with those legs?” She asked me, her tongue dripping with desire. I looked down at her body and genuinely admired her. She was like a supermodel, if supermodels had boulder-crushing thighs and asses of a Brazilian goddess.

She was a blonde Barbie girl from a perfect American lineage, daughter of a massive, rich Alpha stud and a drop-dead supermodel, but she had also inherited an ass and legs able to rival my own.

“I bet you could.” I snapped back, and she replied by loudly flexing her own, fair-skinned legs. I could see the hundreds of fibers hardening and her Greek-column thighs swelling to obscene proportions. “Damn, girl!” I commented while also flexing my abs. “You’re a mare!” And she giggled, feeling the ground shake around us.

There was an earthquake going on in those hills while we showed each other our muscles. Per my friend, the stud of her farm was plowing relentlessly through his two hundred mares, fecundating them with his seed and guaranteeing new, healthy breeds of strong horses to her parents.

I doubted the validity of her claims, however, as I heard and felt the powerful rumbles and quakes of the land; the barn was still a mile away, yet I could feel the action as if it was happening right by my side.

Sometimes, the quakes and the booms were strong enough to steal our attention. Her body lightly moved on the ground whenever the stud seemed to be particularly active up there, though this could have also been explained by her sheer arousal for me.

As my blonde girl felt the energy rush through her legs, her incredibly swollen and hardened pussy expelled more thick juices of cum on my body. Every time she squirted, she did so loud and messily, with brothy juices squishing out of her cunt.

My abs burned, hit by that awesome juice. My lips drew the most beautiful of smiles as I looked down and saw my body dripping with her nectar, the sheer testament of a woman’s fertility coating my skin.

I flexed my six-pack and enraptured her gaze. Powerful veins sprawled through my neck as my six muscles throbbed and bulged obscenely, and then two new more muscles were added to the pack right above my pussy, the sheer power creating an aura around my body.

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I smiled, flexing my chest and making the cloth stretch under the growth and swelling on my tits. “Sweetie, I’m gonna cum gallons right now!”

To her dismay, I tore my shirt up and threw it away. The thick cloth ceded like paper to my powerful muscles, and once my tits were released I could feel her cunt juices splashing on my abs; she had literally cummed just by looking at my body!

“FUCK!” A strange wave of energy ran through her body, electrifying her tits and making them squirt milk over twenty inches up in the air. “FUCK!! OH, GOD…!!” Her body experienced an electric rush of multiple orgasms as she looked to my naked, wide, muscular torso.

I flexed my chest and made my breasts stand on a high angle, my nipples literally looking up as I performed that flex with ease.

“Fucking look at that body that’s gonna breed you!” I stretched my arms and flexed my guns. Two massive mountains grew on my arms as I felt the veins rippling and throbbing all over them.

“Oh, fuck!!”

I wasn’t even half-done: “look! Look at these powerful abs, my gorgeous, luscious mare!”

She squirted another big, fat one as she looked to my hardened abs, the six-pack swelling so hard another set of two muscles appeared below them. The veins multiplied and throbbed all over my torso, with many growing at the base of my tits and making them harden like muscles.

«Fuck!!» I almost had to control my own arousal as I felt the milk heating up in my tits.

The heat was brewing to the point of making the liquid boil! Very faint, light threads of steam left my nipples, quickly dissipating in the pleasant air before my blonde could see them. If I didn’t watch out, I would be squirting milk uncontrollably, with such strength I would probably even hurt my tits.

I took a very deep breath as powerful gushes of squirt hit my abs. Looking down, I effortlessly lowered my hands to my friend’s cunt, looking royal and elegant as a queen, and finger-fucked it with my whole hand, making the poor creature put her tongue out and scream a thousand profanities to the heavens:

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM!! FUCK, I’M SQUIRTING SO FUCKING MUCH!! FUCK, I NEVER SQUIRTED SO MUCH WITH ANYONE, GODDAMN IT!! YOU… YOU… YOU!… YOU FUCKING HORSE!! HOLY SHIT, YOU’RE POWER FUCKING ME LIKE A STALLION! YOUR FINGERS ARE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANY PENIS! DAMN IT, OH, YOU’RE POWERFUL!! I’M CUMMING SO MUCH AND FEELING MY TITS EXPLODE!! PLEEEASE, MY GODDESS!! MY MUSCLE SPARTAN BEAST, PLEASE!! MY BRAZILIAN BEAST, I BEG OF YOU: HARDER!! GO HARDER, HARDER, HAAARDER, PLEASE, UNTIL MY PUSSY TURNS TO JELLY!!”

Laughing at her obscene arousal, seeing and feeling her cunt hose pints of squirt and vast, dense puffs of steam on my arm, I took my hand away from her pussy and stood up, ready to put on a little show. “You want power? Alright. I’ll give you power. But first, my horny mare, see if you can really take… my real muscles!” And, turning my back to her, I started to rip and tear my clothes off… by simply flexing my hard, thick, powerful muscles.

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Lumina’s body still burned when she started to open her eyes.

As powerful as the pleasure she felt was, it was no longer so excruciating that it prevented her mind and her eyes to focus on her surroundings. Little by little, as she blinked, the angel looked around and felt the light slowly peering into her sight, slowly adding more details to the environment.

Her sight started to sharpen and her orgasms became less oppressive. The angel realized she was not alone. She squinted her eyes and sharpened her gaze, seeing the tall, hard, shapely contours of the gorgeous figures surrounding her.

Demonesses. The fallen angels of Hell!

“Be gone, foul creatures!” She jumped on the bed, only to realize two demonesses were holding her still. “Argh! Let me go! Let me go, you filthy beasts, or I conjure the wrath of Heavens upon you.”

After a moment of silence, the room broke into laughter.

“Gee, you, calm down, your holiness.” A gorgeous 9-feet-tall, red-skinned goddess spread her arms open and made her breasts bounce in her tight black dress. “As if you were much better than us, oh, queen of hell!”

“Queen…?” The memories started rushing back, “…of hell??” She remembered it all: the touch, the heat, the hardness, the length, the width, and the depth of that 42-inch-long god cock… and the even more daunting master who owned it.

The demonesses screamed as the woman lifted her waist and hosed them with a shower of lubes from her cunt.

“Watch out!” They spread out their wings and flew off, laughing. “She’s cumming again!”

Massive orgasms attacked the angel for a few more minutes until she came down to reality and panted. “Where…?” Her sight became blurry. “Where am I?”

One of the demonesses bowed.

“You’re in your room, your highness. I hope you find it to your liking.”

“My… my room?”

The place shook as a massive demoness took center stage and addressed the others: “alright, you sluts, give the girl some rest. You four, let her go.”

“But she’s still…”

“I said:” she gritted her beautiful teeth, “let. Her. Go.”

“Alright, ma’am. You’re the boss.” And the four beautiful, luscious bombshells got away from the angel. The massive, muscular demoness, approaching the bed, got some of the angel’s squirts in her own thighs.

“How are you doing, my beautiful?”

Lumina panted as she looked at that woman. She was probably taller than her by a whole foot, standing at 11ft-tall. Her breasts were amazing, world-class knockers that only barely surpassed hers in size. They looked as firm as two flexed biceps, and whenever the demoness walked, she could hear the prodigious loads of milk shaking inside them.

Her abs were highlighted even under her thigh red dress, which seemed to complement the red tone of her skin perfectly. The demoness sported no less than twelve gorgeous muscles on her belly, each as big as Lumina’s biceps, and all rippling under the cloth.

She was as curvy and feminine as Lumina, but far more muscular. Her arms stretched the sleeves of her dress and her biceps bulged visibly beneath the cloth. The demoness’s legs were another wonder on their own right: two outrageously muscular and vascular monuments that would beat any professional male bodybuilder.

Right below her hips, her dress ended on a full view of her beautiful, tasty, meaty legs, which bulged and throbbed at the slightest movement of the demoness. Lumina couldn’t hold back moans as she saw the demoness’s uber-muscular ass, and her hips were so wide they gave the impression she was Hell’s (and the universe’s) most fertile female.

Not only was that Servant of Satan tall, muscular, and powerful, she was also outstandingly gorgeous; of all women there, in fact, she was the only one who could compare to Lumina.

“Hello, my queen.” She said. “I hope you’re enjoying your stay.”

“Y-you…” Lumina tried to speak, but her throat was so dry. The demoness chuckled, walking calmly around the bed.

“Just for the record, little angel, I hate you. I used to be the center of attention here until you showed up. I hate you immensely, and I would do away with you if I had the chance to. Sadly, my lord loves you, so I have no choice but to defer my authority to you and…” She bowed, “welcome you, my queen.”

Lumina saw her full, luscious breasts, and immediately moaned as she was consumed by desire.

“God!!” The word escaped her mouth as her eyes almost popped out, much to the demoness’s amusement.

“I see you’re still suffering the orgasms from my husband. That’s not a shocker. He fucked you for two months without a break, which is much more than any of us –or any being in the universe, for that matter—was ever able to take.” She bowed again. “It pains me to admit, but you are one resilient fucker.”

Lumina was panting and heating up as if the strongest of fevers consumed her. There was something else going on with her body, though at first she couldn’t tell what. The angel struggled to move her head and see her torso, and much of it was due to the extreme pain and heat all over her body.

Every single muscle ached. She felt like she’s just been stepped on by a horde of elephants –and maybe that would be an understatement. Looking to that demoness, she asked:

“Where’s Lucifer?”

The demoness smiled.

“Already wanting that good dick again, huh? Well, tough luck, girl. Lucifer is too busy with other women to go back to you. Besides, you’ve got more important things to worry about in the moment.” The demoness walked laid a hand on the woman’s belly. “Can you see it? You can’t look down, can you?” She giggled. “Those giant breasts of yours wouldn’t let you see much, I suppose” Then, she squeezed the angel’s belly harder. “Can you feel it? Moving inside you? Kicking and fighting for space, huh? Can you feel the little fuckers, the proud offspring of Hell?”

Lumina felt her breath uneven, with her heart pounding as her mind sorted out so many different thoughts at once.

“What are you talking about?”

The demoness smiled. “You know very well what. Your memory might be hazy, but your body knows.” She heard the angel’s heartbeat as the floodgates of memory burst open in her brain.

“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.

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The demoness smiled as her angel screamed, feeling like a goddess of hell as the muscles rippled through her body and the veins made her arm bulge and swell. She wouldn’t have been bigger or heavier even if she were made of pure iron. The demoness was a 11ft-tall, 800-pound monster of muscles and power… and she would now completely destroy her angel with all this power.

“All these muscles, my dear, used for just one thing:” her eyes beamed with the fires of hell, “crushing your cunt!

Nooo…!!” The angel almost shot tears through her eyes, so intense was her agony.

The demoness relaxed her arms and led her hand to the angel’s steamy cunt. Her hungry fingers wasted no time in flickering every inch of her engorged labia and her raging clit. The cunt felt immensely hard and hot as the demoness performed the very first motions, creating an avalanche of orgasms in the poor angel’s body.

Her hair spiked up and lightning bolts burst from her skin. Her screams shattered all the glasses in the room, with its huge chandelier blowing up and swinging threateningly in the ceiling. Sharp pierces of glass rained down on the demoness, who nonetheless kept her pose as her fingers raged in the pussy.

Three fingers sank deep into the cunt, and for a second the demoness whelped in pain, feeling a burn in her whole palm as the cunt was short of breathing fire. “Holy fucking shit, angie! The fuck is all that heat??” Steam burst from the angel’s every pore. “Damn!!” The demoness felt the incredible pressure almost tearing her bones into pieces. That cunt alone had more muscle power than a horse kick. “You fucking bimbo bitch, aarhh!!

The demoness’ thumb massacred the angel’s clit while her pinky splurged on her labia, and her three middle fingers performed pussy-genocide in the depth of that cunt, fumbling her cervix and venturing into the womb as the angel replied with oceans of lubes gushing at scorching temperatures –enough to make the demoness scream in pain. “Fuck!!”

Despite her agony, the demoness redoubled her efforts, and the loud, roaring sounds coming from her angel’s tits reminded her that they had gone too long without a good suction. “Give me your mommy cream, bitch!”

FUUUCK…!!!” Lumina screamed endlessly as the demoness’s mouth was bloated with gallons of juices. For the first time in ages, her belly started to grow.

Moved by her powerful orgasms, Drayla’s spread her wings and flapped them, making the demoness hover on the ground, then on the bed.

As the nectar was pouring through the edges of the bed like several waterfalls, a strong fire grew in the angel’s womb, burning her eggs and cooking her ovaries while the demoness unleashed lightning bolts from the tip of her fingers, seizing her entire body in one long, powerful, soul-stealing orgasm. “Let me show you show a few of the tricks us demonesses learn down here.” She ravished Lumina with mighty lightning bolts from her fingers, feeling much of the orgasm ricochet back into her own body as the angel became stiff like metal rod.

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