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BOOM!
Fuck! I'm gonna kill this bastard!
Marshall reached the raining sky above that dark castle and waved his hand, using the full extent of his telekinesis. And just like that, he ripped apart the entire roof of the ancient castle. It was gone in a blink, torn apart and thrown away like rubble.
The massive hall of the castle was left bare; now heavy rain filled it, and right there in the middle was her.
"What? You ain't the redshit Mephisto!" Marshall frowned at the sight. And quite honestly, his cock swelled at the prospect that whatever he heard in that voice was real. "Jesus Christ! I really am drawn to you big titty goth mommy types!"
Marshall couldn't take his eyes off her. She was as tall as him, insanely beautiful, with black hair, black glossy lipstick, black mascara, a dark green leather gown that revealed so much pale skin. She had curves to die for, a literal hourglass, heavy breasts, and wide hips.
"So you want me to warm your icy hot bod? Say no more, my black-clad goth—I shall slay the dragon holding you here and turn your Grand Canyon into a cozy hot tub of whipped cream."
"..."
Morgan Le Fay was speechless. She didn't expect the man to be so outrageous and rather… beautiful. A hulking, walking, talking, container of masculine energy. She couldn't understand why. She felt attracted to him. No, her body, her womb, her lips, her skin screamed at her to kneel to this man and be his whore if he willed it.
It felt so disgusting. Never before had her body betrayed her like that. Yet she couldn't stop looking at his face, his chest, his groin. She felt her breath warm up. Her loins slick.
"W-Who are you?!" Morgan Le Fay questioned, confused, searching for a reason behind the things she was feeling. She wanted to completely submit to him. But it was a scandalous thought. She, Morgan Le Fay, the greatest Dark Sorceress, submitting to a man.
"Me?" Marshall hovered in the air and smugly fixed his hair with his fingers. "I'm the First-Man, the hottest man since a hundred million years, the one who carries the biggest wand, the herder of Mammoths, the eternal hater of Mephisto, the husband to be of Firehair… fuck I miss her, and the pursuer of that big titty beauty Gaea."
"Gaea?!" Morgan Le Fay exclaimed. "How do you know her?"
"Know her? Hah!" Marshall chortled. "I suckled her tits dry, and nutted inside her goddam slippery hot cunt! Shit, I miss her too… My first pussy in millions of years. Too bad, she's disappeared."
"..."
Morgan Le Fay gulped.
Why?
Simple. She worshiped Gaea. And what did that make the man who was Gaea's lover? She didn't know. But she now knew why she felt so submissive and docile towards this man. Why he looked so charming; It was what Gaea felt towards him.
It was confusing now. What was she to do? The fact that she felt all that meant her worship towards Gaea was true. But to accept those feelings would mean submitting to a man. Yet, why shouldn't she submit to the man who was her beloved goddess' lover?
"Let's go then. I see no dragon holding you here." Marshall hovered over to her and finally landed on the ground. Yet, no portal appeared. "I'll fly you away."
Those words. They swept Morgan Le Fay's heart. The more she felt that, the more she felt like she was blessed by Gaea.
"Let me…" She muttered, her voice raspy, feminine, but thick. She waved her hand, and with magic, a large, round bed appeared behind Marshall. Then she pushed on Marshall's chest towards the bed. "Let me honor my words… Mmmh… First Man."
"Here?" Marshall asked, looking up towards the dark, cloudy sky, rain dropping on them and soaking them. "In the rain?"
"Hm… Let me."
Morgan Le Fay pushed Marshall onto the bed a bit harder. Her mind had gone blank, filled with the desire to feel what her beloved goddess Gaea once did. Feel the reason why her body reacted to this man so strangely.
Woosh!
"Hah! What's the rush, woman?" Marshall chuckled and let the woman do her thing. To him, nothing was out of the ordinary. And really, who was he to refuse a beautiful woman?
The rain dripped through the gaping hole in the ceiling, cold droplets splashing across his chest and arms as Marshall lay flat on his back on the conjured round bed. His leather trousers clung to his thighs, soaked dark, but they were nothing compared to the bulge pushing up from within them.
Morgan crawled onto the bed with the grace of a panther in heat, the leather of her gown stretching across her hips and breasts as she leaned over him. Her gloved hand trailed down his stomach, lingering, teasing, until she reached that swollen bulge. She caressed him through the soaked leather, her palm gliding over the outline of his hardness.
"Oooooh~" A soft moan slipped from her lips, followed by a shaky hum, her green eyes dark with hunger as she breathed him in. Each rub made her body tremble.
"Oh… Gaea…" she whispered to herself, trembling. "So this is what you felt… So vile, so shameless… and yet…"
She moaned again, the sound caught halfway between disgust and delight, her cheeks flushed despite the rain dripping down them. Her body betrayed her, hips swaying like a whore's, nipples hard and proud beneath her clinging, soaked gown.
With a pull, she loosened his trousers, sliding them down his thighs until they were off entirely. His cock sprang free, thick and proud, glistening in the dim stormlight, already twitching with life. Morgan gasped, but her eyes never left it.
"So… Magnificent… my love."
"Love? Hah, I don't mind. I love all women." Marshall grinned, eyes wild.
"Oh… that warms me." Her voice broke into a shiver as her hand wrapped around his shaft like she was holding a relic of the gods. She lifted it with both hands, heavy and hot, her palms trembling.
Then, with a sigh that bordered on worship, she lowered her face and rubbed it against her cheek, across her lips, her nose, her pale forehead. She smeared herself with the heat of his cock, humming in bliss as she felt the warmth under her face.
"Mmmhh…" Her dark lips parted wider, and she engulfed the tip, swirling her tongue around his crown as black lipstick smeared across his flesh in glossy streaks. Saliva mixed with rainwater, making it shine.
"Ugh… Go deeper, will you?" Marshall's voice sounded greedy, already hungry.
"Of course… my love." She lowered her head further.
Marshall's grin faltered into a frown when she only swallowed part of him. His legs shifted, then suddenly locked around her head. His massive thighs pressed against her cheeks, his heels crossing at her arched back.
"Ghhk—!" Her cry was muffled as he shoved her head down hard, ramming her face to the hilt.
His cock speared deep into her throat, her nose smothered against his rain-slick pubes, the coarse hair tickling her nostrils. Mascara instantly smeared, long black streaks cutting down her pale cheeks as teardrops welled in her eyes.
But even as she choked and gagged, her green eyes looked up at him. Wet, wide, shimmering with reverence. She looked beautiful, a noble sorceress reduced to a dripping cocksleeve, and yet she loved it.
Marshall groaned from that tight mouth of hers, finally loosening his grip.
"Gaaaahhh~" She pulled back, coughing, gasping for air, spit trailing from her lips to his shaft. Rain dotted her lashes, her cheeks streaked black, but she moaned like a sinner.
Determined, she plunged down again, this time bobbing her head with raw hunger.
Each time she bobbed down, Marshall's legs flexed, pulling her lower, shoving his cock hilt-deep into her throat. His purple mushroom battered the tight walls of her gullet again and again, her throat convulsing, slimy, hot, gripping him with maddening tightness.
"Ugh! Fuck! You're a goddess of cocksucking! Tight!" Marshall snarled, fists gripping the bedding. It was like slime and silk, gliding effortlessly through her throat. He could feel her tonsils hugging him, squeezing his length with a fury. He felt close to unloading inside her mouth
Slurp—Gck! Shlk–Gck!
Rain splattered across his grimacing face as her head bobbed between his thighs. The storm outside roared, but all he heard was the wet slurp of her throat and her muffled moans, gagging and choking on his cock.
But he was done.
Marshall eagerly sat up slightly, eyes glinting. "Time to move. Aren't you overdressed for the occasion?"
"I am… I apologise…" She muttered as her tongue left his cock with a final slither.
Morgan's breath came shaky, still wet-lipped from worshiping his cock. She rose up to her knees, chest heaving. Then, without hesitation, she waved her hand. In an instant, every piece of clothing shimmered and vanished. Her gown, her gloves, the laces around her breasts, all gone, as if burned away by magic.
She was bare. Pale as snow, smooth as porcelain, flawless as sin. Her body was carved like a lust idol, hips wide, waist narrow, thighs soft and strong. Her breasts were perfection, swollen and round, each nearly the size of her head, heavy and full, topped with proud pink nipples begging to be licked raw. Every curve dripped rainwater, every inch of her flesh glistened in the stormlight.
"Holy cow! Fuck!" Marshall's eyes were glued to her chest. "Those tits—just like… Gaea!"
"Oh!" Morgan gasped, her whole body shuddering at the name, as if his words were lightning striking her womb. That comparison alone nearly made her climax. "Have them… have me, my love."
"I will." Marshall sat up, cock throbbing like a beast waiting for prey. His grin widened. "On your knees now, back towards me."
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