Soft, lusty bodies press around his cock. You join them, rubbing your hands and breasts against the goats throbbing manhood. He chooses a dark haired girl with mismatched eyes and a bit of a crooked jaw to lift up and settle onto his cock. Her limbs flop and her milk-fat tits swing beneath her as he holds her body in two huge hands and uses her like a toy.
“YESSS! YES!” She wails and your face burns with jealousy. His cock leaves her with a slurp and he discards her to her knees. She remains with her head down, her pale body shuddering, with her ass and stretched cunt in the air. Two more women are chosen to receive his manhood. You are then lifted up. You gaze into his goat eyes adoringly as he rams his slick cock into your dripping cunt.
“Oh, thank you,” you cry, tears streaming from your eyes as you begin to cum almost instantly. Your inner walls clamp against the swollen pillar of the goat’s cock. You are on your back, looking up at him, his furry balls slapping against your ass with each belly-stretching thrust. You desperately want his cum, but it was not meant to be. You are still shuddering with your orgasm as he slides you off his cock and lets you tumble back down to the floor.
You recover from your aftershocks just in time to hear the goat grunt with pleasure. He is fucking a skinny, red-haired girl. Her lean body looks as if it can barely accommodate the goat’s immense cock even with the glowing rune on her buttock. Nevertheless, she wails with pleasure as the goat’s glistening cock jerks and his cum begins to overflow the girl’s stretched quim. You and the other brides cry out with joy as spunk courses down the woman’s legs and drips from her bare feet. It splashes onto you and the other women; a salty rain of delicious blessings.
He pulls out of her widened cunt with a lewd sound and a fresh gush of his semen. A gob splashes onto your face and you lick it clean with delight. Others reach for the woman’s pussy or begin licking her legs as she is dropped down to the ground. You jostle in among them, eager for another taste fresh from the girl’s creamy cunt. The goat grunts and sits back on his throne and some of the other brides turn to him to eagerly clean his member.
This is your life now. Some buried part of you knows that your quest failed long ago, that you will never see your sister or mother again, but do you even really care? You are a bride of the goat and it is your purpose to give birth to his blessed children.
BAD END
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The three brides of Zhibbareth
Great clouds of dust swirled above the battle that raged on the arid plains near Tereth Rock. The Kornasi war herd fought furiously, men and women atop their heavy horses meeting charge after charge form Janine and her armored Doom Valkyries. You stride through the melee, towering over the mounted warriors and firing devastating bursts of magic. Kara, even taller than you and your mother, wields an incredible silver blade that flashes doom with each swing that cleaves horses in two and sends half a dozen Kornasi to pieces. Your mother laughs triumphantly, throwing a horse and smashing the rider on the rocks.
There is no hope for the noble horsemen of the plains. They have already been driven back to their finally redoubt and the remnants of several larger war herds had gathered for a last stand. You fire a rain of spinning steel saws that hack through a Kornasi battle singer. The unfortunate shaman falls apart as the blades slice through her body.
The horsemen of the Kornasi are heroic foes, but you have seen many heroes perish in the face of Janine and her Doom Valkyries. The mounted women with black angelic wings wield living swords and javelins dipped in the stuff of Zhibbareth. No armor can stop them and they rarely miss.
With you, your mother, and Kara assisting Janine, the Kornasi break and retreat. The beleaguered horsemen rally for one last charge and are cut down by the living weapons wielded by the Doom Valkyries.
The sullen survivors of the Kornasi war party are forced to surrender. They kneel before you and your mother, their heads bowed low as Kara walks among them, finishing off those who are too badly wounded to go on with merciful swings of her silver sword. The badly beaten leader of the Kornasi war party pleads for more mercy.
“Please, there are women and children at the waters of Udwalla,” croaks the bloodied former leader. “Slaughter us, we met you on the field of battle, but please spare our women and children.”
“Look around you,” you growl. “Do you not see the women who ride, fight, and died alongside you? Those you abandoned at Udwalla are already being dealt with by Stalkers.”
The mixed unit of insectoid monsters is infamous among humans for preying upon its victims. The news causes the Kornasi war leader to slump with despair. You left unsaid that the Stalkers are under strict orders to spare all but the sickest and weakest of those at Udwalla. Humans are becoming a dwindling resource. The Exalted Convent and the breeding pits need fresh recruits.
“We have need of your finest warriors,” says your mother, as she so often does after a triumphant battle. “We will spare the lives of those who remain if your finest warriors will volunteer to serve.”
The exhausted Kornasi rise as one rank, all of them volunteering to protect the lives of the others. The unified display of courage is impressive.
“Well done,” says Kara, wiping the blood of the fallen from her blade. “Zhibbareth has particular needs after a battle such as this. Great warriors are forged in fires such as these.”
“But there are other furnaces for forging warriors,” says your mother, untying her loincloth. Her hairless mound is decorated with a pulsing symbol of devotion to the god of monsters. Kara sheaths her massive blade and similarly unties her loincloth to bare her delicate pussy. You lift your tattered skirt, displaying your thick thighs and the mound of your sex.
The warriors of the Kornasi look on with a mixture of horror and lust. You, your sister, and your mother step towards them and each of you chooses a lover from the muscular, bearded, dark-eyed horsemen. You go for the man you saw leap from his horse to shield a fallen warrior woman. He was too late to save his comrade, but he managed to fell one of Janine’s Valkyries before being captured. Kara chooses a woman rider with fierce blue eyes, a rarity among the Kornasi, and chiseled muscles on a lean frame. Your mother selects an enormous brute of a warrior with muscles that seem made from the reddish-brown sandstone of Tereth Rock.
The chosen warriors willingly step forward. Your mother slings her brutish horseman over her shoulder and Kara picks her woman up and cradles her like a babe against her sun-gold breast. You smile sweetly and offer your hand to the brave warrior you chose. He reluctantly takes your hand. Despite witnessing the horror of battle and the destruction of his tribe, the horseman has a familiar glint of lust in his eyes as he takes in the swing of your huge hips and the gentle bounce of your milky breasts.
“What of the others?” Janine asks in the exalted, hissing language spoken only by Zhibbareth’s inner circle of brides, children, and generals.
“Give them water,” you say. “The sorting can wait until tomorrow. Join me when you are finished.”
The beautiful Valkyrie smiles gratefully at the invitation, her luscious body of a human scale but cradled and enhanced by the living black armor she wears. Her long, braided hair swings as she turns away.
The chosen warriors surely have some idea of the fates that await them in your encampment. Within the enormous tent that severs as the sleeping quarters for you, your mother, and sister, cloying pink smoke gathers in the air. Handmaidens stand inside the tent, their bodies naked but their heads covered. These traveling maidens serve at the whim of you and your family, sometimes performing for your amusement and sometimes pleasuring you and your family. They are the most beautiful women selected from an order of beautiful women.
The warriors gaze at them with an obvious mix of lust and fear. Mother fetches the bubbling cups of holy sacrament and hands one to each of the warriors.
“Drink it,” she says. “All of it. This will make you ready for the pleasures to come.”
The chiseled
man and the blue-eyed woman drink theirs immediately. Your warrior glares defiantly at you and does not drink.
“There are other ways,” you say.
“I will not drink it,” he says. “This is the stuff of Zhibbareth.”
His comrades drop to the floor and begin to writhe in agony as the essence of the god of monsters overwhelms their living flesh. Their bodies take on an inhuman pallor and their eyes become black. The chiseled man’s cock pushes through his loincloth as it swells enormously. Black liquid drools down his chin as he stands.
The woman jerks and twitches and her clit engorges grotesquely into an enormous, black-veined cock. She stands, black spilling from the corners of her mouth and beginning to ooze from beneath her fur-lined bodice. She tears the material away, exposing creamy white breasts contrasted against her golden-brown skin, the nipples thick and dripping with the black milk of Zhibbareth.
“Drink it,” says your mother, taking a step towards your chosen mate. You rest a hand on her forearm to stop her from striking him. You smile and take the cup from his hands. Without hesitation, you tip the cup back into your mouth, feeling the warm liquid squirm across your tongue. It ripples with recognition. It knows your flesh well.
You grasp the warrior and lift him up into your arms, squeezing him against your breasts as you press a kiss to his lips. He resists you for a moment, but the cloying magical vapor in the tent and the warmth of your body prove to be too much. His lips part and you thrust your tongue into his mouth, feeding him the essence of Zhibbareth in a kiss. He is unable to pull away or resist further and you feel him swallowing the liquid. You hold him in the kiss as he undergoes the change. His flesh surrenders and his eyes become black. His huge, throbbing, squirming cock of black-veined flesh presses against your thighs.
“We will consummate our victory,” says your mother, “and create a new generation of leaders.”
“All hail Zhibbareth,” you and your sister reply.
“Let us begin,” says your mother, her attention already focused on the slavering stud with the massive cock.
It is not long at all before the tent is filled with grunts of pleasure, quaking moans of battle-fueled desire, and the distinctive slap of flesh on flesh. Your mother rides her lover with little care for him, grinding her hips and slamming her weight down onto him with a force that is surely painful. Kara is on her hand and knees and letting her lover set the pace. The black-eyed woman, presented with the hindquarters of a giantess, does not hesitate to slam her newly-formed cock deep into your sister’s dripping folds.
You take a much more gracious approach, sprawling your lover on the many cushions of your furs and letting your huge breasts cradle his swollen cock as you gently suck and lick at its drooling tip. You taste the sweetness of Zhibbareth already leaking from his cock. You fondle his stones and bob your mouth on his cock as he groans and jerks with pleasure.
“You are not going to sire a new god that way,” laughs your mother.
You pop your lips from the man’s huge cock and make a rude gesture to your mother. The warrior beneath her begins to bellow with pleasure, thrusting up into your mother’s quim and pouring out his seed.
“Already?” Your mother’s disappointment. “Very well. Have your fun.”
She slams her huge ass down onto his hips. You think you hear a crunch of bones, but if the warrior feels pain he does not show it. His face is contorted with pleasure as your mother’s womb drinks his seed. The cloying vapor in the air will only enhance her fertility and improve her chances of conceiving a new child of Zhibbareth. The man’s head drops back onto the cushions limply. Your mother continues to ride. Whether her lover is dead or simply passed out does not seem to concern her.
You return your mouth to your lover’s cock, allowing your spit to coat his shaft and spill down to his throbbing balls. He actually reaches out to caress your head and face. It is an awkward gesture, but strangely affectionate for a host to Zhibbareth’s essence. You lift your mouth from his cock and begin to kiss him as your hand works his hardness in your gentle grasp. You are stroking him urgently when the tent flap is drawn open and Janine enters. She takes in the scene of you and your family enjoying your conquests and a smile curls her lips.
“My queens,” she says, bowing slightly.
“Join me, Janine,” you say, motioning her over. The living armor parts from her body, limbs uncurling from beneath her breasts and cock-like plugs slipping wetly out of her pussy and ass. The whole of the armor scuttles away as Janine steps towards you, her body immaculate and pale and gloriously nude. You lift your head from your lover and kiss Janine wantonly. You hiss against her lips, “I so admired you in the field today. I think it is time I share the honor. We will both birth a child of Zhibbareth on this day.”
“Really, my queen?” Her eyes go wide. “Such an honor!”
“It is,” says Kara, thrusting back against the huge-cocked warrior woman fucking her from behind. “My sister has a soft spot for you, Janine, ever since you brought us to Rhilath.”
“Oh, but Zhibbareth brought you to Rhilath,” says Janine. “I only—“
You silence her with a smothering kiss, your fingers between her legs, opening her steamy cunt and feeling the heat of her channel. She falls into your arms, kissing you fearlessly, her body against yours as your milk spills onto her sleek flesh. You turn your join attention to the warrior, sharing his cock with your hands and tongues. You feasting upon his massive length as Janine dips lower to lick and suckle his balls.
“OoooooooOoooohhh,” he groans, his voice seeming to come from two places at once. His pleasure is growing dangerously close to the boiling point. Many of the chosen do not survive beyond their first orgasm. Nearby, a woman’s strange wail signals the end of Kara’s lover as she spends her seed deep inside your sister. Kara rocks back against the woman as she goes limp. She may only be unconscious, but she may never wake from an eternal dream.
Sensing the urgency, you lie back among the cushions, pulling your legs up to offer your slick cunt to him. Janine has a taste first and guides him to your delicate folds. The three of you gasp together as he buries his hardness in your steamy cunt. Though he may be less than half your size, his cock is large enough to satisfy your needs. He plunges it deep into your pussy as Janine kisses him and fondles his bollocks.
With a roar of pleasure muffled by Janine’s lips, the warrior bellows and you feel his Zhibbareth-tainted seed pumping deep into your pussy. The moment that seed strikes your womb, a new pleasure takes over; you are impregnated by a god! Your pussy ripples and clutches at the warrior’s cock, draining him dry as he slumps into Janine’s embrace. She eases him back onto the cushions, his cock already wilting as you thrust your fingers into your steamy cunt. You gather Zhibbareth’s potent slime on your fingers and shove them into Janine. Her eyes widen. A smile spreads across her face and she sinks into a passionate embrace with you.
“I feel it,” she laughs. “Oh, glory, it is wonderful.”
“Four from three,” you laugh, kissing her lips and fucking her with your fingers. You break the kiss and lean lower to run your fat tongue over her ample breasts. She shudders with orgasmic bliss.
New gods will soon be born. Evil reigns and thanks to you and your family, the world is on its knees to the monsters.
BAD END
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Stay with Isala and Yana
You look from your lovely servants to the dreary doorway that leads out of the palace. Why would you want to go through that door and leave all this behind? You kiss Yana hungrily, swirling your tongue in her spicy-sweet mouth. She gasps with delight.
“Of course I will stay,” you murmur. “I have many more pleasures to explore.”
“You may leave whenever you’d like,” giggles Yana. She kisses you again, her tongue delving past your lips and spreading her sweet flavor into your mouth. She rests a hand on Isala’s head and pushes her between your thighs.
; “Yes,” agrees Isala, kissing your thighs and your mound through your panties. “This door will always be here for you.”
She pulls your panties aside and her tongue swiftly finds your clit. You groan into Yana’s kiss, surrendering to the pleasure your two lovely servants are offering. They make you cum several times in that dreary chamber before climbing with you back up the winding staircase to the upper floors of the palace. You return to the bedroom with its enormous bend and recline in exhaustion among the sleeping men who pleased you before.
Your dreams are filled with lurid delights and when you awaken, refreshed, you are full of energy to make those dreams into your new reality.
You truly are in a palace of infinite pleasures. Isala and Yana cater to your every whim. When you want simple amusements they are eager to please you with their fingers or tongues. When you thirst, they pour you golden cups of the sweetest wine or bring you a horned human cow with milk-heavy breasts to squirt her cream into your cup or let you suck it straight from her swollen nipples.
When you hunger, banquets are prepared in the palace’s great hall with intermissions for more fucking and sucking. Entertainment is provided by women and men fucking monsters or beasts. The great dining hall echoes with howls of pleasure and grunts of bestial lust.
You take your own pleasure from anyone or anything you desire. Your desires become more depraved by the day until you are riding atop the arm-sized cocks of giants, licking the delicate slits of fallen angels, and gripping a wooden railing while you are mounted by a centaur.
One afternoon you allow an insectoid creature called a Thraxx to wrap you up in its bright-orange segments, gripping you with dozens of legs as it stuff your pussy and ass full of its hallucinogenic sperm. A harpy carries you into the sky and you 69 in mid-air. Kobolds swarm you and fuck you in a great mob of nearly a hundred of their diminutive kind.
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