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Olympus was in an uproar. Thunder crashed and boomed among the high tops of that sacred pile of stones, while heavy rain lashed ground like a whipped slave. The wind howled out in fury, daring any to defy its might while the very stones seemed to tremble in utter rage and frustration. The mortals that lived below and around the epic mount trembled in fear and horror, they had never seen the gods in such a rage before. Their normal quarrels and disagreements a normal aspect of their daily lives, but this, this was a fury not seen since the time of the titans. Priest raised their voices to quell the raging gods with prays while the works and soldiers offered up sacrifices of the highest order to help them make it through the vast storm. However sweet words and burnt offerings held no joy for the disgruntled gods and high above in the halls of marbled cloud their meeting rang with ill tones and violent words.

“I say strike the bastard down with lightning might Zeus,” Ares, the large red furred dog of war cried out, smashing his fist against the great marble table, rattling all of the cups and fine foods that rested upon it, even spilling Dionysus’ eight cup of the meeting. The male’s fur bristled with fury, hackles raised and muscles bulging and threatening to pop outside of his flesh.

“No, I say let the sea take him, Poseidon drown this arrogant badger and let him rot beneath the waves,” Athena called out, the wise slender looking owl hooting out. Her lovely figure shacking with similar rage and anger and her small but modest bosom threatening to spill out of her god silk toga, though none at the table lacked of knowledge for the look and shape of her assets.

“No, send the dog after him, Cerberus,” called out Apollo, the stallion with the fiery red mane and glistening muscles forever stained by the sun to a golden hue and dripping a constant stream of sweat down the great valley that was his muscled figure.

“Hmm,” Zeus said softly, sliding back into his great throne as he took in all of the suggestions, listening and weighing each word that was said with purpose and grace. Not truly, he was as furious as the rest and each plan sounded like a better torment to unleash upon this bastard badger. The great lion that was the king of the gods shifted slightly again in his chair, the great golden mane that covered his upper torso and head seeming to beam in the heavenly light. A thick wild mass of fragment hair that was forever untamed and forever pouring out his divine scent to all those near him, clouding heads and inflaming lusts with such a passion it was a wonder many of his children didn’t simply throw themselves at their father for a wild night right then and there, but so strong was their fury at this mortal hero.

“Brothers, sisters, aunts, nuncles, mother and father, please,” the goddess Aphrodite finally spoke, the lovely female figure sliding up to the table, fashionably late as always.

Her sudden arrival gave many of the gods pause and a great deal of frowning and snarling from the rest. The goddess of love was many things to many people, but among her family she was the slut. A whore fit only to be bred, fucked, and tossed aside though each evening was one fondly remembered.

Unlike her last appearance, taking the form of a lovely lithe otter female with proud high breasts and a fine swimmers body and a heart shaped ass that was as luscious as a peach at the peak of perfection. The daughter of love and sensuality had come to them as a doe, fit to be bred. Wide strong hips that were perfect for bearing foals, a slight swell to her belly that hid all of the deadly clenching might of her core frame, and heavy pendulous breasts that she had with no shame left unoppressed for this meeting, hanging free in pure defiance of gravity and all other mortal laws. Slender arms that could crush a minotaur to her flesh as she let him fuck her hard, soft but deft hands that could tame a thousand hydra cocks, full lush lips that could eat out a thousand amazon warriors and still have the energy to bring a hundred nymphs into her bed that night and state them all come full moon rise.

She was one of the only daughters of Zeus that could handle his drunken passion and rage, much to Hera’s annoyance, but here and now, she was seen as the wort possible person to come forth and give her, ‘advice’ about how to deal with the bastard badger.

“What are you doing here slut,” Ares’ snarled, his burning black eyes turning to glare at his sister’s form, his cock hardening at the mere sight but knowing that he would have as much taming her in the arena of the bedroom as she did at besting him on the battle field.

“Yes,” Apollo snorted, smoke and flames burning from his nostrils as he looked over his dear sister with unabashed lust, hands moving to fondle his massive stallion orbs without shame. “Come to help us relieve our fury over this mortal, or are you simply here because you need a good fuck?”

“Neither my sweet siblings, I am here to help avenge our humiliations at this mortal’s paws, to bring him to heel and send him to our near nuncle Hades’ realm to be tortured for all eternity. I would say putting him with the harpies to fuck and be fucked by and each orgasm he is blessed with to have his maleness ripped from him should be a fitting punishment,” the sweet doe said, batting her long eye lashes at her brothers before sliding to her seat at the table, pouring a small glass of a sweet red wine to grace her lips tenderly for a sip.

“And what makes you think you can deal with this mortal my favorite whore for an offspring,” Zeus roared softly, his mane bristling with the fury he felt, but he had listened to the others, he would listen to her, though he wished she would take her lips from the wine and come wrap them around his needy cock. The bitch was getting insolent, and a good skull fuck would put her back in her place.

“Well, I believe you have gone after him all wrong. Ares’ with his army was defeated, stripped and fucked. Athena he out riddled you before I believe the term he used was, ‘slew your asshole’, and Apollo, well losing a wrestling contest to a mortal, tell me, have you been able to sit down right since he jammed his whole arm up your,” Aphrodite tease her siblings before Zeus’  roared.

“ENOUGH!” he screamed at her. “Do you have a plan or shall I reintroduce you to my THUNDERBOLT!” he cried, standing and grabbing his cock with both paws while lightening rippled around its length.

“I do, and it is already in motion,” the young doe goddess said with a pleased as a plum attitude it nearly caused Zeus’ stomach to churn.

“Have it figured out do you, slut,” he said with a wicked toothy smile. “Well let us see if your plan bears any fruit. More so than your last little escapade down to visit your uncle Hades,” he said with a snarl, causing the love goddess to frown in disappointment.

“I did not know those souls would be so frail father, I can’ help if I gave them a true final release,” she cooed softly. “Besides, fucking my nuncle and a thousand doomed spirits is quite the wonderful feeling, they slide absolutely everywhere while you fuck,” she cooed playfully.

“I shall take my leave, my plan does require my personal attention to it. Father, please tell nuncle that his will be getting a new soul soon and he probably should prepare for it. I doubt he will go to his punishment quietly,” she said with a little smirk before placing her glass down and standing.

The rest of the god’s watched in awe as the voluptuous doe stood and left the room, each step causing a tightening of togas and a few wet stains to appear near the groin region. That slight sway in her walk showed off her deep level of knowledge of the pleasures of the body, and each motion caused a new and delightful jiggle of her frame that upon her, leave the rest of the gods turned back to one another before Zeus’ boldly gripped the table and flung it into the far cloud covered ceiling.

“IF I DON’T GET A MOUTH, ASS, OR PUSSY ON MY COCK I AM GOING TO SWALLOW YOU ALL LIKE MY FATHER TRIED TO DO TO ME!” he raged as the rest of the gods shred their clothing to join with one another in the flesh, their passionate embrace and love making suddenly causing the storm around Olympus to subside, even as a massive golden white table crashed into the high temple of Zeus, flattening the high priest and becoming the new alter of the great king of the gods, after a few hundred worshipers had been drafted to move the giant stone table. Down on earth, the hero Boros was struggling through the thick swampy jungles of the Amazonian homeland. His deeds were known far and wide through the world and he planned to see it all. A mountain of flesh, muscle and masculinity that rippled with each step he took. A massive seven foot frame wrapped in layer upon layer of tightly corded muscles kept the beast safe from most harm and his thick fur was often a warm comfort in the harsh cold climates he had been born in and a great draw to many of those that shared his bedroll at night. However in this thick choking heat it was a nightmare and the badger vowed he would shave as soon as he got back to a proper city.

Scars crisscrossed his great frame from his many battles and a heavy pack rested along his back weighted down with trophies he had collected upon this latest journey of his. The skull bone of the Minotaur, the golden crown from the princess of the amazons, and a heavy leather rope that had once been tied tight around the god Apollo’s own waist. The badger had done these and many other great deeds with his skill at arms, masterful mind, or even his thick cock. It was the cock that had drawn him to the amazon homeland. A personal invitation from the queen wanting to see this marvel of man flesh and to see if it could reignite the flames of passion in her loins. He had shown her, and reignited it all right, and remodeled her royal chambers with a few new head holes shaped like the doe queen, and a few shaped like a brutish badger skull.

Now however, after such a great experience, and to nurse the wounds he had taken wrestling the sun god, the badger was traveling deep to the fabled springs that the amazon queen had told him about deep in the jungle. To be fair, his directions weren’t the greatest, given the words, fuck, harder, deeper, more to the left, and NOT THERE NOTHING HAS EVER GONE IN THERE, came spilling from her mouth when he had asked about its location. Perhaps he should have waited to ask after he had fucked her back into the realm of desiring musky male flesh, but he wasn’t always the most diplomatic when it came to seeking new adventures and wonders. Finally though he could smell the sweet lavender scent that the queen had told him he would find once he was close, and could even hear the soft singing voices of females lilting from just beyond the next line of trees.

Gathering up his courage, and taking a moment to remove the leather armor he wore as well as most of the rest of his clothes minus the small loin cloth that did little to hide the apple sized nuggets that were some of his most prized possessions, second only to the meaty tube of flesh that dangled before them, his cock. Setting his pack down and boldly strolling through the tree line he was greeted with one of the most beautiful sights his heart had ever seen.

Dozens of crystal clear blue pools dotted the land before him, each looking cool and inviting from the heavy humid heat that caused his fur to cling to his flesh and send out a potent aura of his musk that had caused his journey to be interrupted by more than one randy wild beast that wished to taste the flesh of such potent masculinity. Sure the demigod mare had been a fun lay, and not his first encounter with a feral immortal, but she had slowed his trip down, and the wood elves had been fun, if a bit more effeminate than he liked his male loves, but damned if that tree that had snagged him and only released him when he fucked a hole straight through it had been the last straw, forcing him to flee from the needy embrace of all creatures he had encounter on this little walk through the jungle.

However it wasn’t just the pools that drew his interested, though their blue calm surface and slightly rising steam was something he wished to enjoy, it was the dozens upon dozens of shapely female forms of at least a half dozen different species. However unlike the natural browns, blacks, grays, and other colors that were found on mortal flesh, these beasts were all beautiful blues, greens, and even pink in color. Each one more a slip of a figure than a fully fleshed out creature. Small all most childlike breasts stood high upon their chests and their hips could fit in the palm of his hands. He knew that these were not mortal creatures, but beings of the forests hills and rivers. Dryads and nymphs of various trees, plants and rivers and beings of raw and pure sexuality and desire.

“Hello ladies,” he said with a wicked broad smirk, one that spoke of his intentions even if the sudden rise in his groin didn’t make it abundantly clear. These beings could take his full fury in the sack, and if what the amazon queen had said was true, these waters would keep him charged and ready for weeks before his mortal frame would give out under such exertion.

The ladies all turned and blushed, that raw masculine scent blasting away at the soft breezy air and choking out the feminine scents that rolled through this magical place like Boros had choked out the champion of Athens in the last great Olympic Games not a years past. The victory had been sweet, but the feel of his beaten foe’s ass around his cock had been sweeter. Poor bastard had fallen in lust with the badger, following him on his journey before taking a vicious trampling by the Minotaur. Still, he lived and was recovering on the isle of Crete even now, though he would never be a great warrior with those twisted legs, but the favor of the isle after freeing them of the wild beast had earned both of them a fine manor and more pussy than a mere mortal would see in his life. Boros had already tasted such finery, but his wolven companion had not and his journey ended there.

Boros however knew his journey would be a long and lusty one and even as he shed his loin cloth to free the beast it had contained, was now under a new kind of assault as the first dozen nymphs descended upon him. Soft caressing fingers and tongues explored his great muscles while warm breasts rubbed against his arms and legs, and one brave lass was already climbing his chest and rubbing her slender pussy against his mighty dick with such lewd intentions Boros himself blushed at her eagerness.

“Please,” the girl pleaded with him, eyes shining like the stars and wide as most holes wound up being once he had fucked them. “Taste me, take me, and give no thought to gentleness. No male has graced these waters in near a thousand years, and we have missed it so,” she cooed, leaning up to suck on his neck, even while a second climbed up and took a nipple into her mouth, nursing his pec like a child nurses’ their mother.

“If you say so,” the great badger said with a smile, holding her one handed before plunging into her wonderful blue colored sex. Like a piece of wood split in half, her body yielded to the hammer thrust of his dick, sinking right to the base with barely a shimmer of resistance. His whole cock was suddenly submerged in pure liquid bliss. Her inner loving tunnel wrapping around his cock and flowing over it like water, while clenching like it was being forced through a breech in a damn. She trembled like a leaf in the wind in his grasp as her head flew back in a silent scream of pure joy before she found enough of herself to bounce up and down on his shaft like wild.

“Oh I could get used to this,” he said with a smile, as two of the ladies, gently pushed him towards the water, while a third used her ass and back to send him toppling into the cool embrace of the pools. A sudden gasp and his mouth filled with the wonderful tasting water and he was quite pleased to find it flowed sweet as air into his lungs as he was drug deep into the depths, bodies swirling around him, caressing and teasing his flesh while tongues, fingers, and toes played with each inch of him. He tried to take in all the sights but a sudden pink pussy appeared before his muzzle while a green one nuzzled the cleft of his ass before a tongue worked out to tease his pucker while his own lashed out at the pink. He could see the need and command in her eyes, and he had to stop from chuckling as they went cross as his tongue delved deeper than any cock ever had.

Moans and screams of bliss bubbled from the mouths of the various female figures as they tickled, teased, and fucked themselves silly on the badger’s massive man meat. They took no time trying to adjust or learn how the big male enjoyed his pleasure, and instead focused on using him for every wild and lewd sexual act that could come to their dirty minds and Boros was more than willing to give into all of their demands. He was held captive by the unnatural natural beauty of these willow like women and time began to slip away from him rapidly. His world condensed to the next pussy to fuck, the next ass to finger, and the next hungry mouth that he could devour with his brutish tongue filled kisses.

Aphrodite meanwhile took her time moving to the pools, the sweet goddess of love, sluts, and fucking even stopping long enough to visit with the amazon queen to make sure he badger had taken the bait. She wasn’t surprised in the least at the woman’s wild and hungry craze for man flesh now, given what she had seen of the hero’s deeds up to this point. It was almost comical how much of a frenzy the queen had stirred her follows up following the vicious fucking she had received on the end of the hero dick. Like a pot of boiling rice, the amazons had churned into action as the queen organized a great war to claim the world of males. She desired a great deed to present to the badger upon his return. Something so great he would find his lust rising for her ten, no a hundred fold. She wished for him to come back to her and slay her pussy, ruin her womanly figure and make her swell with so many of his sires that no other male would find desire in her motherly form. That was the ruin his cock had brought to her.

Aphrodite couldn’t stand this honestly, so much want over a man’s cock. A simple spire of flesh was a thing of pleasure sure, but she quickly reminded the warrior queen the nature and lust that a female figure could arouse. She forced pleasure and passion back into the queen’s mind, slowly rebuilding it to crave the subtle curves of female flesh, the sweet honey of her loins and the nourishing milk of her breasts. It had taken her a day or two to remind the queen of these important life lessons, and Aphrodite had been diligent as a mother disciplining her child for breaking a vase in returning the queen to sanity. It had been far from and unpleasant task possible, but she regretted the time lost. She knew it would aid her plans in the long run, but she wished to finish her task quickly, but stopping a war against all of the Greek kingdoms came first before the gods vengeance over one mortal male.

Even as she left, she was unsure if her lesson truly stuck, the queen’s bad habit of sometimes whimpering out in need before stuffing the longest hardest material she could get in her clutches into her needy dripping sexy had not quite vanished, but at least know she had the mind to run to a private chamber first before just engaging in the lewd acts before the whole of her court. Maybe a second lesson once she dealt with the badger would be in order, but for now, she had a mission and she was already hard at work setting up the final stage of her trap for the hero.

The pools had been her creation, and while they had existed long before Boros was a glimmer in his bastard father’s eyes, or the dripping lust of his cock for that matter, the pools had been created as a way for Aphrodite to engage in some of the most intense and pleasant sexual intercourse she could find on the mortal realm. Yes the waters restored vitality and even desire faster than a mortal could burn through them, but they also were a two edged sword. Once the water dried from your flesh, the hours and days spent in them crashed down upon you like an avalanche of snow, snuffing out the life and desire so fast it was a wonder that it didn’t kill. It kept those that used the pools close to keep that flame lit within them, and thus kept them in one location where Aphrodite could visit them whenever that special itch creeped up her spine for a wild tumble through the leaves that would leave even a goddess heaving with lust and satisfaction.

Coming to the pools, she was more than pleased to find the calming lavender scent completely destroyed. The sweet calming scent replaced with the raw, earthy tons of drying male cum, heavy onion scented male sweat, and the sharp raw fishy odor of over sexed female flesh. Truly this was a sign she was quite pleased with. Everything was going according to her plan and she quickly strolled through the various pools, looking down deep into each and every one, laughing at the dozens of nymphs and dryads she saw resting on the bottom of each pool. The lovely near immortal creatures strewn about the bottom of the watery depths like leaves scattered in a hurricane. Bodies were twisted almost like some gruesome battle had left them there, deep gaping wounds that had been their sex and assholes were winking wide open, oozing like bloody wounds, but instead of dull crimson they dripped pearl white cum. Each was a story of wild passionate male lust, and each had been sated to such a degree it would be centuries before they recovered enough to speak their own names, much less begin to feed themselves anything.

Finally she found the wild orgy going on deep in the glacial cold pond at the far back of the hidden hollow and a part of her smiled at the view. Where over a hundred of the wildest creatures of hill, forest, and rivers had dwelt in this secluded treasure, only two were left to keep the badger in check. A vivid blue water nymph currently impaled upon his great shaft, her head thrown back in a scream of bubbly bliss, and a squat almost fat dryad that was humping against his face so hard Aphrodite was certain she might snap his neck if not for the harsh thrust forward of his muzzle every few seconds to turn his spine back straight.  

The goddess of love smiled before clapping her hands slowly, watching as the waters seem to rise, and fall all at the same time. The bottom of the deep pools pulled upwards while the water seemed to spread out across the land, slowly rolling over the simple stone rings that corralled them from one another and gently flooding the pathways between them. It was almost a magical thing to watch as the waters moved with a mind of their own, draining off of the small rise in the earth and away, leaving the land only slightly damp from its passing. There was no destruction of the leaves or dirt as the water flowed, the now man scented liquid moving as graceful as a lover’s touch across the earth, not disturbing anything but rousing lust and desire from the ground itself, giving Aphrodite enough power to shame a massive bed of roots and leaves before the pool she found the fucking trio.

A massive ornate bed fit for the greatest kings or queens of the mortal realm seamlessly took shape. A work of beauty with intricate carvings of all the greatest positions of love and lust known to the gods etched into the dark ebony wood. Hedonistic scenes of desire were painted plain as day on the leaves, each showing a great conquest of male and female flesh. Pictures of utter rapture as the mind fizzled and died, and only lust stayed ignited within the depths of the mind as bodies quaked and shook before going limp like all cocks and pussies do once exhausted.

Boros had been lost, the pin pricks of cold that this pool’s water had forced upon his skin were pure and utter joy, enhancing each sensation of his cock sliding into the hole it was currently ruining. It brought nipples out to play faster, made the sweet taste of the hot womanly liquids flooding his mouth sweeter and sharper to the taste, and it seemed to give him greater energy to keep going. He had lost total control over his flesh, a near mindless beast given over to rut and the various spirits here were happy to give him what his fogged mind desired. Pussy, ass, mouth, fingers, toes, tits, it didn’t matter, he wanted to fuck, suck, and lick them all. His body had become a single focus of all the masculine energy in the world. He could fuck forever and no matter how many female’s fell before his unstoppable cock, it never went limp, it never grew soft. If anything it became harder. Like Damascus steel, folded endlessly upon itself, his meaty shaft had now been tempered in the fires and forges of so many different pussies and asses that he was certain he could fuck through a diamond, and part of him wished to try, well it would if he could focus on anything other than the two remaining sluts at his beck and call.

He didn’t notice the sudden pressure on his back, nor the sudden lack of water in his lugs, or even around his body. All he could focus on was the shrieks of bliss, and whimpers of mercy tumbling from the lips of his partners. Their flesh trembled as if taken by a sudden chill, and they swooned as if they had been given the worst sort of news, mind failing as they suddenly went rigid and like might oak trees struck by lightning they slumped over and fell. Their crash of flesh against the stone was oddly soft, like they were being cradled by a great pillow as to save their tender womanly graces from the hard male like stone.

Boros snorted before sitting up with a snap, his flesh still burning with desire and lust, the fires of his loins rolling like molten lava, unquenched and seeking to expand his conquest of flesh further. He needed something like a massive cool ocean to stop his mighty advance and his eyes could only see the heavenly figure of Aphrodite before him.

He knew she was a god instantly, her form was too perfect, that face too love, and the soft scent that wafted to his nose was too sweet. His dick was already as hard as it could be, but that sudden vision of the goddess of love caused it to swell three sizes in as many heart beats. His head suddenly felt dizzy from the lack of blood and he swore if he hadn’t tempered his dick in the pussies of so many daughters of gods before this his flesh would have split open like an overripe tomato.

“Slut goddess I assume,” he snarled, rising up to his feet with a slow deliberate motion, his nuts suddenly dropping to their lowest point as the icy water finished retreating from them and his own natural body heat caused them to squeak away from his flesh to protect the vital seed they contained. His movements were slow, cautious, mainly due to his dick nearly toppling him over with its greater weight and yawn.

“Indeed, Zeus gave me a chance to restore the gods honor after our many defeats at your paw. Though I must say, I do enjoy your work, Apollo was still walking funny when I left and I couldn’t help but hold my sides in laughter,” Aphrodite said with a sweet smile, slowly dropping to her knees in a pose of pure submission, one hand going to her right breast and lifting up the pendulous orb to tenderly suck at her pert black nipple softly. Her other paw traced a line down her belly, ruffling her own fur like one would a common dog before she eagerly slipped two fingers into her own needy sex, letting the soft squelching sound assault the badger’s ear as she increased the fragrance of her need and want. The first volley of the coming war had been fired.

“I see, well fine. I have bested a dozen of you so called gods because you are all jealous of mortal might, Not sure why, I honored you all my life, drew inspiration from you great deeds and only really wanted to show you just how much I loved your works. However for some reason you keep getting mad at me when all I want to do is please you,” he said with a smile, grabbing his dick and stroking it slowly, the pent up flesh to tightly constricted that it spat out a small wad of precum across the distance between them, slapping her cheek with a wet pop and making her shiver at the sudden raw scent of a man that Aphrodite had just a flicker of worry cross her muzzle as her sucking and fingering stopped dead cold.

“However if I must do battle again, like with the others, name your contest, I look forward to proving my metal again, and maybe earning the respect of the gods. I would love to become a constellation once I pass from this realm,” he said with a warm smile, slowly walking towards her as he already knew what kind of game this doe would play with him.

“Letting your dick point your way, now that would be a sight Boros,” the doe said with a smile, releasing her assets and dropping to her knees as she slowly crawled towards the might mountain of a man before her. She kept her ass high, and chest low, letting her boobs dig through the soft dirt of the ground, showing she was willing to get just plain dirty. With each drag of her tits through the dirt, she made sure to say her ass and wag her tail, fanning the flames of her own need and desire for this male, while also wafting her sweet scent all around them to really drive the male wild.

“Indeed, fucking I take it is your contest,” he said with a smile. “And when I win what boon will your grant me?”

“Confident aren’t you,” she said, crawling up to his legs, looking up at him like the Colossus at Rhodes, loving each marbled detail of his muscled thighs while his cock dripped its potency onto her upturned face like a light rain. She would have to visit the sight to make a few changes, as this view was too glorious to not share with all the world.

“Of course, you are already on your knees begging to suck my cock, why wouldn’t I be,” he said with a smile, spreading his legs a bit wider and letting that sweaty ball musk just coat her nose in a blanket of his raw masculine appeal. “No goddess yet has resisted my charms, or my dick, and every male god seems to enjoy having their ass molded in the shape of this mortal cock. So, hmm, what boon should I ask of the goddess of love.

The doe smiled, and licked her lips, hands sliding across the topography of his flesh, fingers seeking out the valley’s and mountains of his muscles before she shamelessly planted her nose into the slight dimple of his ample sac, running her soft cold nose into his wrinkled hairy flesh and breathing deep for the first time in her life. Heat flowered in her pussy and a wild blush rushed to her cheeks. By the gods, this was a MAN! She thought, that raw primal musk, the salty sweat, and the fucking heat rolling into her nasal cavity was almost too much for her to comprehend. What beast fathered this stud of a mortal, and better question, what wench wasn’t ruined bringing him into this world? By all the realms of heaven and earth she wanted to fuck this man, and win or lose, she would never forget this.

“Me of course, I would make a lovely wife, and only cheat a little,” she lied, she could never run around on this set of nuts even if she tried, and shew knew it. Still it rolled off her lips sweetly enough, even if she knew in her heart she might die if he believed it.

“Sounds fun, I think you would look even hotter with a big belly full of badger pups,” the big man said, flexing his cock and lightly slapping her between the eyes on the bob down. “Now, start sucking, else I start fucking, and you gods are pretty tough but after all that water fucking, well, I might snap your neck without thinking about it.”

The doe smiled, licking her lips slowly before she drug her snout right up along the curve of his might flesh, slightly pleased to see his cock twitch slightly from the cold caress. Ok, he wasn’t made of iron. Get your game face on Aphrodite, you got to suck him like he has never been sucked before, she thought as she opened her lips, letting him see the warm wet insides of that sweet fuck hole before she took him to the root and heard him scream.

Boros felt his world suddenly tumble around him. His cock was not his anymore, his nuts were no longer under his control. No one, god, or mortal had ever taken him to the root in a single head bob. No throat clenched like that around his meat with such passion and fury, and oh fuck her teeth, this wasn’t a pathetic blow job by a temple whore. Fuck, this was something beyond mortal comprehension. It was hot, cold, wet, and dry all at once and that tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. His muscles locked tight and began to sprain one after another as he struggled to keep standing. His toes ruined the earth beneath them as he struggled to find purchase, as he slumped down and only remained standing by hitting her shoulders with both of his paws at once.

“FUCK!” he screamed, his eyes rolling back into his head while the goddess bent his cock nearly horizontal to the ground and began to suck and bob along the length. His mighty shaft clenched from root to bulbous head as he began to rut and hump like a virgin into her hellish muzzle. He had never gotten a mouth fuck like this before. It was overwhelming to say the least, and such a chance from his normal method he was lost like a child in the woods. Her throat fluttered, bullied, and beat against his cock meat like it was nothing at all. There was no deep sucking gacking sounds, no resistance, but such tightness he swore he was fucking a stone. A soft, wet, velvet lined stone sure, but stone none the less.

By the titans, Aphrodite was in love. The taste, the strength, the raw overwhelming desire to just give up right then and there and let herself be claimed by this cock. It was too much. Her pussy clenched around nothing, her nipples were hard as the core of a star, and she could feel milk suddenly swelling in her bosom so fast it ached. Who was this mortal, she had to know, she needed to know, and she needed cum so badly she was almost afraid she might piss herself in disappointment if his cock left her mouth.

Faster and faster her head bobbled on his shaft, sucking and licking each divine drop of sweat, seed, and even a hint of blood as the smallest vessels burst invisibly upon his flesh. Each drop was a new cosmos of experience and flavor and she wanted more. She didn’t even mind as his hands gripped her skull tight enough to crush steel into a new shape as he began to thrust like a rabbit into her throat. His nuts slapped her chin with enough force to even bruise a god’s flesh as sweat dripped down on her from his heaving chest so fast she knew she might kill him from dehydration before the rest of her plan came together.

His screams broke her heart, and for a split second she doubted she could go through with this plan, but the sudden idea of fucking his spirit hardened her resolve to a point it made his cock feel flaccid in her throat. He would be hers, and no harpy would take him even if she had suggested that plan to her father. She knew now why Apollo lost, why Ares’ was bested, and while Athena couldn’t think of a way around this male’s raw appeal. Had she not been a goddess of love, lust, and desire, this mortal would have been it, and that sudden though caused a new fire to burst to life in her belly like a star. He could replace her, and then, no one would desire her flesh or company. She could not let that stand.

A finger slipped around his thigh to delve into the cleft of his ass like the Persians had slipped by the Greeks to take the Spartans in the rear, and she did the same. Fingers ripped into his ass while she buried her nose in that fragrant pubic fur all at once. The male slipping finally to his ass with his legs spread wide before her. Her tongue danced frantically across his shaft like it was her last hope before plunging into his sweet cum slit to dig deep for the pearls he kept hidden in there. She could feel him clenching and shuttering in her grasp before his upper body joined his ass on the ground and his cock bent at such an angle the force of his seed exceeded anything that Aphrodite had ever sucked down.

The cum explosion was more than Boros could take. His cum shaft twisted in the sucking maw of the goddess was such that only a trickle of his seed could flow at a time, prolonging his orgasm and his agony to such a degree tears of pain and pleasure cascaded down his cheeks like a waterfall. The sudden rush actually was audible like a deep thrumming sound of a drum as the high pressured blast flooded the doe’s throat, mouth, and up and out of her nose and down her chin. He couldn’t see the tears that rained down from her cheeks, or watch her legs suddenly flopping like fish as she soaked the ground with her lust, climaxing just from sucking his cock and while he would see it once his vision returned to him, for now he realized he had skull fucked a god and she had been dominate through it all.

His limbs could find no strength even as his heart hammered in his chest with such a fury he was certain it would burst. He could feel his nuts shrink slightly from the massive drain of his male vitality as they quivered in fear for their safety. By the gods, if she sucked another like that out of him, he might die. Was that her plan, to suck him to death? To end his great journey and send him to the Underworld and deny the world his heroic deeds. He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let it end here. He had fucked a 100 nymphs into comas, he had bested dozens of other gods. He fucked a GOD DAMN TREE FOR OLYMPUS SAKE! So he waited, feeling that hellish mouth leave his shaft as she stood slowly, legs trembling so badly he feared she might fall to the ground like him.

“I, I win,” she said with a smile, moving slowly and carefully to stand above the mighty hero’s fallen form. She didn’t trust her legs to hold out, but she had to remain strong, had to keep standing and prove the superiority of the gods over this mortal god. Cum dripped from her nose and down her chin, a sight that would look whorish on any other, but on her it made her appear more radiant, more god like, and more powerful. With a weak move, she planted her foot on his chest and assumed a pose of victory, sure that the mortal was done for given the ragged wheezing of his chest and the vacant look in his eyes.

“NO!” Boros screamed, his chest rising to nearly shove her off of him as he sucked in a deep breath, ready and willing to do what he had to, to win. Drawing on all of his strength and willpower, his arms shot upwards, latching into the slender curve of her inner thighs and letting his fingers bite down like a rabid dog into her flesh as he split her open like a piece of fruit. His body began to burn adrenaline and testosterone like oil in the Great War machines built by Archimedes. He could feel his life ebbing at the process, but he didn’t care, he had to best this bitch and put her in her place at the goddess of sluts for Boros’ cock.

“STOP IT, YOU’RE HURTING MY PUSSY,” the doe screamed as she was suddenly lifted upwards. The hulk of a man Boros lifting her like a child while he pried her mighty legs open wide. Her pussy was open, vulnerable and dripping with need even as she felt her muscles stretching and tearing from his grip. He was like some kind of machine made by Hephaestus, burning with the fires of the gods and seemingly tireless in his pursuit of his goal, and right now that goal was her divine sex.

With an almost casual motion, he threw her legs over his shoulders and she locked them tight around his neck, aiming to crush the life from his form, but the iron bands of muscles that locked around him like a collar refused to bend to her will before her mind nearly shattered at his sudden oral assault. His tongue pierced her depths like a spear, savaging its way into the core of her womanhood and making her scream in utter bliss.

“DADDY SAVE ME,” she squealed in horror as his upper lip rolled over her clit and his teeth found her divine flesh and he began to feast like Dionysus at an Olympic orgy.

Nothing could have prepared Boros for the taste of the love goddess. She was the finest wine, the sweetest dessert, and the most savory meat, all cooked, preserved, and prepared to perfection. He didn’t eat her, he devoured, her form, feeling her legs spasm around his head while her shrieks lashed his ears like a whip. He could die happy with just a taste of her divine form, but he was greedy for more. Like a dragon hording treasure, he took more and more from her flesh. Lips smacking and sucking, fingers digging into her ass to pull her more into his ravenous maw, and walking blindly around the oasis of their arena before stumbling over an upturned root and landing on the great bed she had created for their battle.

Her screams continued to echo as she coated his chin with her lust and desire and nearly drown him with his need at every lick. He knew no food would taste as sweet, no wine would ever quench his thirst, and no woman could sate the fire this doe roused in him. This was a form of torture he knew would break him even if he won this contest. He would die knowing he could never find this kind of flavor again. The searing heat and harsh sting of her lust, and that sharp sweet smell of her sex would drive him mad. It was a mixture of peach, apple, and honey all rolled into one and none of them at all. This was the purest form of womanly honey he could find and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Giving her pussy a final harsh nip right on her clit, he was suddenly thrown off her like a child grabbed off another by his parent after engaging in a fight. The force and flood of her orgasm more than he could possibly understand as it spewed out like a volcano, burning his flesh and steaming on his chin and chest as his own cock returned the favor, blasting a new wave of cum across the bed, across her, and across his belly before both combatants flopped weakly on the soft bed of leaves.

Pecs heaved and breasts wobbled as both struggled to find breath, to understand what they were up against, and how much they needed to continue.

“I, I am going to kill you,” Aphrodite moaned, wiggling away from the badger, dragging her still climaxing pussy across the leaves of the bed, leaving a trail like a wounded deer through the forest as she tried to find the strength to make her belly stop heaving.

“Never, and I am never letting you escape,” Boros snorted, rolling over onto his hands and knees, one hand cupping his strained nuts as he tried to rub life and some measure of relief into his aching nuts.

“Then we finish this,” the doe nearly snarled, rolling onto her own hands and knees as she began to stalk towards the badger like an adorable predator, cum dripping from her lips while milk began to leak from her swollen nipples.

“Yes, come here so I can put a baby in you,” the badger snarled, turning around slowly and rising up to his full height he could on his knees, a tower of masculinity facing a stalking female predator.

With a clap of flesh and twin cries of bliss and agony the final battle began. Hours rolled by as the two locked in what could only be described as sexual murder. The doe was bent and twisted into angles that would kill a mortal and made her scream out in agony. The badger took her ass, pussy, and mouth again and again, ripping her orgasms from her like a thief steals a purse from an old woman. Again and again he forced her to soak them with her desire and sear his flesh with divine nectar which he eagerly licked up to keep his strength up.

Aphrodite meanwhile was no passive wench to be bent to the male’s whim. Her fingers tweaked his flesh, her flat teeth attacked his flesh and she clenched and sucked and fucked his body hard. Her thighs sounded like thunder slapping against his flesh, her mouth feel like thunderbolts onto his cock again and again. She peeled away his sexual strength like he was an onion, revealing new layers of his stamina and abilities and making her cry tears of joy and sadness at her wanton destruction of his sex. His cock came again and again in her, on her, and around her and she drank it all in and licked every drop she could find when she had a spare moment. She hated this male, and loved him all the more. Each second of his flesh against hers was utter agony. He ruined her pussy worse than her father ever could. Her ass would never be the same, and he broke more than one of her teeth on his cock. Bite marks covered both of them as they both seemed to shrink from constant erosion of their sexual endurance and soon both were shells of their former selves.

Each could see the ruin of the beast before them. Fur was matted and flat and they stank of rage and fear. They knew this would end soon and only one would leave this bed with dignity and life, while the other would pass on to the realms of the dead. Like two gladiators they came together a final time, the doe leaping, or rather falling into the badger’s arms as he sat back on his legs and her hips wrapped around him one final time.

The brutal passion that had encompassed the fight so far was gone, this was almost mechanical fucking at this point. Hips jerked with only destructive purpose now, rocking and rolling in and out, up and down along and within the other. Arms encircled and crushed the other to them, giving no escape and no quarter. Their mouths hung open in wordless howls of painful bliss as his cock scraped her pussy raw, and her sex filed his prick down with sandpaper like insides. Breasts and balls were a quarter the size they had been once this started, so covered in bite marks, hickeys, and even bruises that one could not call them beautiful of shapely anymore. They were deformed lumps of clay, nearly rock hard and ready to be shattered against the anvil of the other’s chest or ass. Drool dripped from both their muzzles and stains marked their cheeks where no more tears could fall.

“I, fuck, god, die!” the badger moaned, his words lost in a jumble from his sex crazied mind.

“Slut, pussy, wreck, break,” the doe shot back, not even sure if she wanted this contest to end.

They strained and pushed against one another, eyes glaring hate and desire at one another before both felt it, the final release, the last drop of wax, and the end to the light of their spirit. A single blow would end this, snuff out the flame of life and grow cold while the other could simple fall back and rest, a final peaceful rest that even then they might not recover from but it would feel so good to just sleep after all of this.

The sudden knowledge of the end flashed in both minds and at the speed of thought both went to end this action. A sudden clench of groin muscles and a final cry of bliss ended it. A shutter blundered through one flesh and eyes that had shinned with desire and fire flickered out. A glassy final expression crossed one muzzle before a howl and pure agony bubbled from one pair of lips.

“NO!” the great badger hero cried, his cock suddenly crushed by those once powerful divine muscles finally failed, going totally limp within the confines of her hellish sex. A mighty dry heave blasted out of his cock as his body began to just fall backwards slowly, arms sliding off his lover and his enemy as they long their strength. His strings had been cut and with a lumbering whoosh of air, he slumped backwards away from her and away from the torture of her skillful sex. His cock simple wilted like lettuce in the sun before it slipped free of her red and raw sex, the once proud spire that had brought joy, and pain to so many now barely an inch long, rubbed red and raw like ground beef before it went concave inside of his body retreating as far away from the nightmare of Aphrodite’s sex.

With a soft boom, he collapsed into the leaves, tongue rolling out of his mouth as the doe dropped down on top of his still warm frame. Her hands clenching his soaked fur, her nose burying itself into his still harsh smelling chest as she summoned up just enough water from the desert that was her body to shed a single final tear.

“DAMN IT, DAMN IT” she screamed, suddenly beating his chest weakly with her fists, though it didn’t carry enough force to do more than tickle a baby. “I WAS SO CLOSE!” she screamed even as Boros’ spirit slipped away, down to the eternal agony that she had planned for him.

“FUCK!” she screamed before rolling off his now cooling form as the waters of the pools finally began to rise once more, slowly refilling the pools to restore their mistress back to health. “I was so close,” the goddess wept, quite unsure if she was talking about her own death, or something else, the core of her sexual being shaken. “What the fuck were you,” she moaned softly, eyes rolling back into her skull even as the nymphs slowly came back into sight, cradling their mistress and pulling her from the badger’s corpse. They knew she needed rest, they all did, and they would find it beneath the waters, while they all began to weep at the loss of the great badger. Wondering how they would ever cum again after such a man as that had been inside of them.

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There is nothing more satisfying that to battling it out with a sexy, mature juggernaut like this. Trying to tame a female warrior who’s intent on proving her mettle in the most primal of all endeavors: sexual intercourse.
Having switched places and...

There is nothing more satisfying that to battling it out with a sexy, mature juggernaut like this. Trying to tame a female warrior who’s intent on proving her mettle in the most primal of all endeavors: sexual intercourse.

Having switched places and traded orgasms with her opponent several times, she’s finally succumbing to her better mate. Or does she? It’s tough to tell, because in a closely-fought sexfight like that, a cry, a touch, a sound can make the difference between victory and defeat.

(My very first tumblr post is dedicated to you, because I’ve been following - or used to - your awesome yahoo groups until a few years ago and I’m delighted to have discovered your amazing Tumblr blog)!

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PART 1
A mistake was made and Margana an exotic Goddess from another dimension found herself transported from her own realm to the realm of the Olympic Gods and especially inside the chambers of the relaxing Goddess Aphrodite.
The two goddesses...

PART 1

A mistake was made and Margana an exotic Goddess from another dimension found herself transported from her own realm to the realm of the Olympic Gods and especially inside the chambers of the relaxing Goddess Aphrodite.
The two goddesses stared each other in surprise and fear and finally lust.The two entities recognized the familiar supernatural energies and powers that each other held deep inside and the fact that they were equal.
Then Aphrodite made her move .She wanted what this supernatural intruder had,her power and she used her only way she knew to  take it . She pushed the surpised Margana into her back and locked her pussy with her own .She begun riding her with no mercy trying to absorb her opponents power .
Margana recognized immediately what her opponent was trying to do . She tried to resist but Aphrodite was too powerful for her.She was already feeling weak and her body was burning with lust and arousal.She didn’t know how but she had to find a way out …





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With a triple sized cock, voluminous cumms and extraordinary control, Conner’s sexfighting record had been rocketing up. Numerous sexfighters and more than a few big names fell before his strength. He was undefeated.
That all stopped when he matched...

With a triple sized cock, voluminous cumms  and extraordinary control, Conner’s sexfighting record had been rocketing up.  Numerous sexfighters and more than a few big names fell before his strength.  He was undefeated.  

That all stopped when he matched Melissa Cardinalle. In this webcast match, his big cock-addictive semen-soaking tactics did not have the effects he wanted.  He couldn’t choke her or make her submit with a savage face fucking.  A quart of cum down her gullet should have impressed her and did made her sputter, but it did not slow her down.  

With each shot over an ounce of cheesecake rich jizz, more than one home viewer thought the bird would drown.  Instead her belly grew full and his shots ebbed away.  

“You’ve cum, bastard, but you haven’t made me cum!” said the red bird. 

“Then I’ll fuck you into it.” retorted the still hard stud. 

What followed next was a 45 minute tour de force of sexual positions, all of which had the theme of Melissa on the receiving end of a hard fucking.  It ended in a missionary position with Melissa pulling the dog’s small of the back, wrapping her legs around the outside of his and fucking him back - hard.  

Viewers saw that they did not expect, Conner losing the initiative and then, actually trying to get away.  

A very short time later, Conner’s whimpers began to be heard as a very strong pussy was throttling a previously unconquered cock.  

Conner’s second cum was entirely involuntary.  It was forced, but had no less volume than his first.  

His shots of Jizz went on for over three minutes and his body appeared to lose not only it’s aggressive definition - it actually appeared to soften and shrink.  

Melissa Cardinale’s fans cheered when she pushed his limp form off the top of her and started berating him.  “Is that it?  Conner Wiler!  Stud of the year! All out after just two cumms???  Surely you can make this one clit cum!”

Opening her legs, showing a bulbous clit, she seemed ready to cum.  Her hand reached Conner’s 21 inch giant and slid with wet strokes over the too sensitive skin.  

Near blackout, a small part of Wilder’s brain knew his fans were watching and more importantly, this red bitch ought to be primed for a cum.  

The mutual masturbation went on for minutes.  Wilder seemed to gain on Cardinelle, but she wrested back control and had him edging and begging within minutes.  

Conner’s third cum shot all over her torso.  It was accompanied by a derisive litany of his failures as a man to make her cum and how he didn’t deserve to even be on the same bed as her.  Cardinelle then impressed on his now malleable mind that he’d never met a woman as sexy as her.  

“Get out of this bed, you loser!  You don’t deserve to be in bed with me.  You’re completely beneath me, so get to the floor, you inferior man!”  

A few minutes later fingering her own clitty, her compelling voice was giving him another command:  “Get it hard again, loser!, Stroke it, you pathetic fuck!  You can do THAT, can’t you?”  

Having never been bested before, the utterly dominated Conner felt compelled to do whatever this sexually superior woman said.  She edged him mercilessly for the longest time, berating him, saying everything right to make him break to her every whim.   

When the time was right, she harvested his last cum with him on his knees.  His hands were the means of Conner’s last cum but it was her thoughts and commands that really ended this worthy cocksman.     

In a 3:0 match, Conner Wilder’s 17 win streak is snapped as he is utterly drained and dominated by Melissa Cardinalle.  

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Announcer #1: It’s a dramatic moment in this Sex Marathon as Australia’s Emma Guess has cum almost continuously for the last half hour and now has fallen from the regulation bed. It looks like her opponent, Yuko Hoag, of the Phillipines, is moving in...

Announcer #1:  It’s a dramatic moment in this Sex Marathon as Australia’s Emma Guess has cum almost continuously for the last half hour and now has fallen from the regulation bed.  It looks like her opponent, Yuko Hoag, of the Phillipines, is moving in for the closing moves!  

Announcer #2:  And what a turnaround this has been!  It was all Emma for the first three hours, right up until that incredible chain of cumms she endured at Yuko’s 69 last challange!  

Announcer #1:  Well, maybe that’s the price one pays for getting all that stimulation for hours and not allowing yourself a single climax.  Emma had been ahead by 9:0 up until just thirty minutes ago.  

Just how many cumms would you say Emma had? 

Announcer #2:  I’d estimate about twenty, but it was sort of hard to see where one trailed off and another began!

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Lost a Bet, Won a Battle, Created a Legend

[Tried something different for this one]

Darius ShawRyanota Hanzami

Darius Shaw was a major nerd, especially when it came to anything Asian related. Culture, anime & manga, and most critically, girls. He had a huge soft spot for oriental beauties that was seconded only by his cock-sure self confidence about the aforementioned topics.

It was this confidence that had led him to his current predicament; an unlimited elimination match against gravure idol turned Junior Sex-Fight Queen of Japan, Ryonata Hanzami. As an exchange student to Japan, Darius had signed up on a dare, thinking it was all a joke. But when he’d been selected among the thousands applying, he’d gotten cold feet. Not as though there was any backing out… there were too many fans to allow him to waste such a coveted opportunity. And so, stripped down to his briefs, he’d been thrust into the padded ring, with the girl in the sailor fuku.

Round One had been a total cakewalk for the twenty-two year old idol, Darius had simply stared as the petite Asian stripped out of her schoolgirl outfit, going completely topless as she went on the attack. The then virgin had put up precisely zero resistance as the Japanese native ran her soft breasts over his bare chest, lowering her body until she reached his rigidly erect cock, and began stroking it.

The first match was over in less than a minute, Darius’s stamina was downright pitiful as no sooner had Ry gone down on him than he was busting a nut over her tits, face and stomach. Despite the easy win, Ry couldn’t help but be a bit miffed, she hadn’t even gotten to use her unparalleled oral techniques on him seeing as the amount of stroke he lasted from her hand-job could be counted on one hand.

Round Two had gone likewise, having cleaned herself off, and maintaining her cute demeanor, Ry had gone to town on Darius’s erection which hadn’t waned in the slightest from it’s former blowout. His legs gave way the instant she’d wrapped her lips around his head, not that it was any deterrent for Ry, who soon sucked him to his second consecutive climax of the night. Darius could hardly hold on to consciousness, simply lying there as he unleashed his load.

In Round Three, he showed some signs of life, momentarily managing to cop a feel of the girls impressive rack and pert ass. Though how much of it was due to his initiative versus her allowance was up to debate, as she easily bowled him over by mashing her breasts against his face before climbing atop his downed frame, taking both his virginity and third cum-load on insertion.

The match had nearly ended there and then, the black man essentially giving up the ghost as he exhaustively tried to catch his breath. But his erection, honed by countless hours of wanking, had remained firm.With Ry opting to continue without an intermission and Darius unable to protest, she rode him relentlessly, racking up another two climaxi before reaching her own peak of ecstasy.

Falling back off of Darius’s dick, Ry panted happily, finally satisfied of her absolute conquest of the foreigner. Most men off the street were no contest when it came to making it for more than round one. Even the local Japanese male sex-fighters, with their inordinate amounts of stamina, could hardly keep up with her past the third round. That was why when Darius picked himself up and mounted his own assault by mounting her in missionary position, Ry was found completely off-guard.

Ramming his bulging erection inside her, Ry was too stunned to put up any resistance as Darius drove his dick into her over and over. Sex, real sex, was too addicting an experience to try just once. With Ry still basking in the afterglow of her own orgasm, he was easily able to coax an encore performance, blowing his own load in synchrony.

Whilst Darius’s body went rigid (in more ways than one) Ry quickly recovered, turning the tables by pushing him backwards and riding his erection up into cowgirl position. Not wanting to be seen as bested, even once, by a newb, she raised her hands upward, lifting her hair above her head alluringly. Her fans immediately went wild, realizing what was coming next. Working her hips in a fluid spiral motion around his cock, she spun her tight pussy around his shaft in her signature finisher, the Lotus Lock. A dangerous technique that would milk every ounce of cum and wrest any iota of resistance still remaining in a challenger.

Despite having already nutted enough spunk to star solo in a bukkake flick, Darius unleashed a load like none other, managing to once again overwhelm the Asian’s supreme sex-fight skills. But doing so had exhausted him completely, and both body and erection lay limp beneath the petite yet buxom beauty.

Though clearly a candidate for a tie, Ryhad just enough stamina to rise up, signifying that she’d accept the victory. Smiling, she leaned over the downed black man, taunting him by whispering in his ear softly, “Ara? Done so soon oni-chan?” It was her trademark victory line, one to hammer in her opponents defeat, challenging them to try make a comeback when they’d no energy left to do so.

So she’d once again been shocked, and even somewhat frightened as Darius’s erection spurred to life with such vigor that it slapped her on her peachy ass as she posed over him. He couldn’t… she couldn’t… there was just no way that he could come back after that. Nor was she in any state to subdue him once more. Fortunately, Darius was a gentleman at heart, but unfortunately this meant that in his mind, ‘Ladies first’. A beast had been unleashed from deep within the former nerd, and grabbing Ry’s hips, guiding her wiggling ass backward, onto his cock.

Darius;s erection felt as though it was on fire within her body. It practically pulsed inside her. And every throb was echoed as equally ecstatic pulsations that ran throughout her entire body. Arching his hips, Darius started slow, but steadily picked up the pace. Not that he needed too, Ry’s resistance had diminished to a hair-trigger release, and he was hammering at it relentlessly. As he built up to full steam, every other impact seemed to trigger a mind blowing orgasm from the idol.

The audience watched in awe, and envy, and arousal. Here was their idol, undefeatable by all but the very elite, someone of such, grace, beauty, and poise that it was inconceivable that someone so absolutely inexperienced could cause her to lose all control so easily. “So ahegao…” one of Darius’s friends said. A local looked at them, then turned to the match in awe, echoing the sentiment. “So ahegao.” Another picked it up, modifying it to, “Moe ahegao.” Soon other echoed their own versions, “Go ahegao. More ahegao.” A chant started to arise, a thousand variant rising as one voice as they cried in unison for their idol to be totally and absolutely wrecked.

Darius Shaw embodied everything everything they desired yet could never attain, the ability to see Ryonata Hanzami brought to utter orgasmic destruction. For her part, some small portion of Ry’s mind that had yet to break hear their chants in confusion, and strove to regain control of her body to mount a resistance. But the roar of the crowds chant had spurred Darius to an untapped wealth of carnal ferocity that drove him into the idol with greater fervor than ever.

Bridged atop the black man, his hips slapping against her, her large tits flailing freely, and his shaft plumbing her soaked depths, her mind and body broke simultaneously, spasming as she reached the most all-encompassing orgasmic rapture of her life, before finally going limp, eyed rolled up, tongue lolling out of her smiling mouth, and giving incoherent little hiccups of laughter every so often.

Letting her body slide off of his, Darius got onto his knees, and for the first time since his turn around saw the audience staring at him. Fatigue had left him. His body felt wired, his cock felt like iron. He looked down at Ryonata, up at the audience, then smiled as he pumped his fist into the air. A deafening cheer went up. A legend had awoken.


Pictures and short story (well it WAS short when I started, but grew a little out of control). No video or gifs though, tell me what you think. - Mister Steel

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The divide in their skill was plain to see shortly after she’d slipped into his lap. Her hips slid along his cock, stuffed between the soaked cotton of her panties, rubbing and grinding away at his manhood. Thoughts of defeat never even crossed her...

The divide in their skill was plain to see shortly after she’d slipped into his lap. Her hips slid along his cock, stuffed between the soaked cotton of her panties, rubbing and grinding away at his manhood. Thoughts of defeat never even crossed her mind as she rolled her cotton panties along him, wet already from the juices that dripped out of her hungry horny hole. In the beginning, at least, he was fighting back, but there was clearly only so much fight that he was able to muster against her. He was older, but she had more experience, and he clearly didn’t know how to pleasure someone back in a position like this one.

His hips rolled and pumped inexpertly against hers, which she silenced with a sequeeze of her pussy muscles to pin him down, then grinding and twisting her hips against his cock. His fingers dug against her waist, but the pained pinpricks weren’t likely to help him in a battle of eroticism. If anything, it provided a distraction that made it easier for her to ride away his strength. He was panting, struggling, groaning while she pushed him down into his seat. His hips mashed up into hers, and she denied them with the skill of her core muscles and the way she squeezed at the shaft that pressed against her with her meaty lips. He had some desire to fight, but he clearly had no clue what he was getting into when he challenged her.

His bucks and struggles weakened, and she struck like a cobra, darting her head forward and grabbing his mane in her hands, increasing the rate of the pumping she gave him with her hips. Her tongue stroked and slid along his, quickly taking control of his mouth, as her hands controlled his head, and her pussy controlled his cock. It wasn’t long before his cock added additional dripping wetness to her panties that were already soaked from her own arousal at decimating the man beneath her. He was breaking down. He was hers.

She continued to grind away his will to fight with her powerful young body. Muscles that were far sturdier than they had any right to be on one so small whipped him around, savagely putting down his dwindiling resistance. She ground her entire body against him, so small, but feeling so large and powerful in his lap. His resistance to her had almost entirely faded. Drool fell from his lips as his jaw went slack, totally beaten down by the aggression and power of the little lioness’s dominant kiss. She was making prey out of the older, larger man. As many conquests as he may have had in bed, there was a difference between taking someone who loves to be taken, and fighting a battle against pure sexuality. His hands ceased gripping her and fell down to loosely hold at her sides as he moaned into her mouth, and his cock trembled against her juicy young pussy.

All of the fight that he’d had at the start, ineffective as it may have been, was now gone, crushed against the iron wall of her sexuality. Now, with her prey pinned, she could play with her metaphorical food. She suckled at his tongue, dragging it out of his mouth to toy with it. His orgasm was building in his loins, but she didn’t want it out until she was ready for it. He wasn’t a worthwhile challenge as an opponent, so she would need to set her own challenge. She wanted him to be totally broken, physically, sexually, even emotionally, before she allowed him the satisfaction of spurting against her soft cotton panties.

That wasn’t going to be very far away. As each second passed, she could see the desire to fight fading from him. She’d already taken out the ability, forced him to acknowledge her as his sexual superior. Now she wanted more, to bring tears to his eyes and force him to see her not only as strong, but himself as weak. Her hands clutched his mane and held him tight, her tongue slid deep. The tears were beginning to form in his eyes, his shoulders sagging, his body bending and nearly breaking. The final moment of submission was almost there.

His cock bucked, and his body did as well, pressing against her and pleading with her for her dominant lap dance to be over. Not from the displeasure of being dominated, but simply from the desire to complete his defeat and spurt out against her body. Now, less than fifteen minutes after they’d begun, the time had come to put an end to the dance, and, in her own little way, to put an end to his pride, if only for the night. His tips swelled, and she kissed his neck and purred, vibrating the fur along his throat.

Then she pulled back to survey her handiwork, and get a good view of him as she finished him off. His body was coated with sweat, his tongue lolled weakly out of his mouth, his eyes closed. His face was the perfect picture of submission as he gently, weakly rolled his hips against her.

“Alright then,” she said, with a confident smile, as she mashed her soaked panties down once more and gave a hard squeeze and twist, “Now.”

The reaction was instantaneous, and impressive. His hips rolled up to meet hers, lifting her up in his lap. His head rolled back, drooling and tongue lolling, and a powerless, broken groan came from the back of his throat. Tears began heavily flowing down his cheeks, before his cock joined him in submissively crying out its cum against her powerful young body. His hands gripped onto her ass as he came against her pussy, repeated, powerful shots of cum firing for her. His conquest was evident over every inch of his massive body, from the way his cum oozed out, respecting her power too much to burst with the full force lest it feel like an attack, to the way his hands worshipfully gripped onto her ass, to the way his head rolled back and he refused to meet her eyes, just crying, moaning, and cumming against the young woman who had so effortlessly taken control of him and his body with just the gyrations of her hips and clenches of her lower muscles. His hips pumped up again and again as he gave her shot after shoft of hot cream to further soak her panties. She had quite simply taken everything that he had to offer out of his cock and balls, and was leaving him broken down as payment for engaging her with such an unrealistic challenge.

Four, five, six times his hips pumped up against hers, but he couldn’t continue forever, and finally he settled. His muscles relaxed, and he fell back more into the chair, mouth hanging open, gasping for air. His tears still streamed down his cheeks, totally lost in the submission she had drawn out of him. She gave a few more rolls and bucks of her hips to ensure there was no chance he would change his mind about fighting back, before settling confidently in his lap, and staring in his eyes.

He didn’t meet her gaze, still crying from his encounter with true female power. He gave another moan. She rolled her hips a little bit, soaking up more of his cum, and placed her fingers on his lips to quiet him.

“That’s right, little cub,” she said, affectionately, almost teasingly, “I know what I’m putting you through. I know it’s not fair of me, but you’re the one who asked for this.” With another groan eliciting squeeze, the sexfighter rose from his lap, not bothering to clean her panties. She liked the feel of victory dripping from them. She knew what she’d done to him, and each drop of his cum that ran down her thighs was a reminder of the power she had exerted over the now exhausted and broken down man.

She turned to leave, confidently walking away from the man she had easily broken down with her body, leaving him slumped and in tears in the chair. Perhaps if pressed she’d admit that she had been a little to mean to him. Most sexfighters would still dominate new opponents, but they wanted them to enjoy it enough to want to come back. She’d given him a ride that would likely scare him off for good. She was an alpha to a fault, and at times, when the ride was over and her opponents were mentally scarred by the feel of her pussy, she regretted it, if only for a few seconds.

“Still,” she said aloud, as if trying to talk herself into believing what she was saying, “He only has himself to blame.”

In a way, it was true, of course. That was what you got when you challenged an alpha. Still, she’d never warned him, and if you barely knew what sexfighting was, how could you know the danger of letting an alpha have free reign over your body? She hadn’t warned him. She’d simply climbed in his lap, and taken all he had.

Hopefully, maybe, eventually, he could recover.

(Trying to make myself write even when it’s a bit tough. This one ended up a bit more melancholy than most I’ve done, hope it was still fun to read. :))

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An early use of the title “Juggernaut” by Minka, an owner of Sexfight Island.
Mike was shocked surprised and then excited when his girlfriend Jill revealed to him that she was a sexfighter and that she arranged for a vip invitation for her coming...

An early use of the title “Juggernaut” by Minka, an owner of Sexfight Island.


Mike was shocked surprised and then excited when his girlfriend Jill revealed to him that she was a sexfighter and  that she arranged for a vip invitation for her coming match and her chance to the world title against a woman called by the nick name “The Juggernaut”.

The following night found Mike eager intrigued and puzzled of what to expect.


Although Jill explained to him the rules and the kind of fight that he would witness nothing could prepare him for what his eyes saw that night.
First he understood why Jill’s opponent and undefeated sexfight champion of the world was called “The Juggernaut” and second that was not a final for the title but a show of force by his girlfriend’s opponent as the Juggernaut’s enourmous breasts and amazonian body overtook and then furiously fucked Jill in minutes.
Mike paniced and aroused saw his girlfriend in vain trying to put some kind of defence but nothing worked as she finally exhausted surrendered and fucked by the mighty Juggernaut.

(Thanks to DeanPosts for this entry)



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