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“Feeling nice,” Thor commented quietly, smirk still present as he twisted his finger up to press into your spongy g-spot, drawing a loud whine from your lips. As much as he was absolutely desperate to bury himself into you, he knew that he was just a little too big and that he needed to be patient. He had to remind himself that time invested now to make you ready and pliable would mean plenty more fucking for him later. It was important to look after the things he cared for; your pussy had an incredibly high priority spot on that list. Proud man that he was, Thor made sure to leave you in high heaven after each of your encounters, enthusiastically fucking you stupid every time.

So when his impossibly wide cockhead, prepped with its own dripping precum, aligned itself with your clenching but gushing hole, you gripped the sheets by your hips and held your breath in anticipation. You enjoyed nothing more than the feeling of his unfairly wide girth stretching you open, though it still made you nervous each time. Spotting this, Thor reached a large hand towards your nipple, twisting it harshly as reprimand.

“You’re tense again,” he frowned, moving his fingers back to your hole in an effort to soften his entry once more. “Breathe. You know you need to relax.”

You whimpered at his retreat and allowed yourself a deep breath, moving your hands to your nipples instead and allowing Thor to reposition you against his cock again as you tried your best to relax. You barely registered the pillow that he slipped behind your back, lifting you up and allowing you a much better view. You pulled your tits aside by the nipples, wanting to watch the moment he sheathed himself fully into you, stretching your cunny to the brim. Anticipation built in your stomach as you watched the bead of cum on his slit grow, licking your lips.

It was a slow process. He pushed forward with a grunt, the mushroomed tip slipping into you with a slight resistance despite your overslick entrance. “Oh!” You couldn’t stop the cries tumbling from you, the stretch impossibly satisfying despite not even sheathing himself halfway. His muscles tensed beneath your thighs, and you keened happily.

“Hah.. oh, oh, God, o-oh!” Incoherent babbles were met by Thor’s satisfied grunts as your slick walls clenched with a bruising grip with each spasm of your legs or stuttered, choked cry.

“F-fuck,” Thor groaned as he bottomed out against your cervix, thrusting minutely as he gripped the remaining inch of his cock that jutted out of you. Massaging the base, he closed his eyes as your legs locked around his waist and his heaving member became captive in the apex of your legs. He thought of himself as a quiet lover, before he met you. Something about your almost constantly fluttering, greedy cunny; the taste, the amount of slick you’d create just for him; the way your eyes rolled, your lewd face as you mewled in happiness being skewered on his cock that, frankly, scared many others, yet you lapped up and begged for with glee.

It took everything in his power to not cum right there, waiting for your pussy to adjust to him, before he even slid all the way in. He could feel you moulding around him as his minimal thrusting (more like twitching) stirred you up enough to loosen, just a smidge.

Thor placed another pillow behind your back, cursing as it only tightened you again and he felt a sudden gush of warmth flood against him as you came, unexpectedly, from the sudden shift in position that hit just the right spot. You sobbed, quietly, as your thoughts scattered and you lost yourself to a fog of pleasure. You clawed at the man quite literally rearranging your insides for some semblance of reality as you chanted his name, almost silently. Your mouth was dry, your muscles hurt from being so tense, and you felt full.

Thor eyed the bulge in your lower belly, watching it grow as you crumbled around him and he finally sheathed himself fully into your open core. Your babbling fell silent as he pressed his open palm against your lower belly and your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. You couldn’t breathe. You could feel him in your throat; alongside his hand pushing into your g-spot from the outside was enough to quite literally blow your mind, and your eyes rolled.

Stars burst in your vision as you felt him hilt deep inside you, pushing insistently against your cervix as your lower belly bulged it’s effort to accommodate him. You were sure he would have to do no more to rearrange your insides as you struggled to catch your breath, head rolling as his large hands held you in place by the waist. His own breathing was laboured, stuttering in time to the clenching of your already overworked core that was desperately milking him in an effort to clearly suffocate him.

“Hah,” he groaned as your cunny became more slippery by the minute; it was worth the pay off, taking it slow, stretching you out, because-

Those hands on your waist lifted you up swiftly, leaving his cockhead perfectly on the verge of slipping out before slamming you back downwards. A loud scream ripped from your mouth as Thor fucked you as he pleased, each thrust feeling like he was going to split you in half, ramming insistently into your cervix so hard and so good. When he captured your nipple in his mouth, your pussy released over his ceaselessly-working member as the extra sensation pushed you over the edge once more, and you clung to him the best you could. Your nails dug into his back for more purchase, unable to fully wrap around his thick frame as he bucked into you like a dog in heat; you were little, next to him. Tiny. Small. Like a doll, and he fucked you like one, until drool fell from your mouth and your voice cracked, until you were sure you drew blood on his back and you’d lost track of how many times you’d cum. Every touch of his made you feel like you were on fire; he was under your skin in every sense of the word. Did you black out? Were you dead? There was nothing but stars, but magic, but pure utopia-

“Come back to me,” Thor coaxed you gently, massaging and running his hands along your sides, your hips, your tits, your shoulders. This was the face he was waiting for, he thought; that dick drunk, fucked out expression that was so fucking pretty, the sexiest thing he had ever seen that he swore could get him off in his pants, knowing he made you look that way.

Several hard thrusts later and your name tumbled from his lips through gritted teeth as your cervix filled with the brunt of his seed; your incoherent mumbles intensified with every pulse of his member that dragged deliciously against your insides. He pulled out, almost, using his cockhead to keep you plugged up as he admired you with a smirk. A quick water break (he fed you, of course) and he was settled between your legs again, doing a fantastic job of keeping his mess contained.

“Lovely,” he complimented, gripping his dick in his hand as he massaged himself. By no means was he finished, and he wanted to give you a break, but he also wanted to fuck you silly. So he would settle for the next best thing as you attempted to catch your breath.

“Sit up a bit- a little- yes, ah. Ngh. Squeezing good, love. Don’t move.”

He wasn’t joking when he thought he could cum to that face; a few minutes of tugging and Thor emptied into you once more, bucking into you with a grunt as the sudden intrusion pushed out a lewd mix of your juices, alongside a choked cry from your own mouth.

“Fuck..” he hissed, pistoning back into you as his relentless member continued to pulse needily in your pussy.

Holding on to your face much more gently than you anticipated, Thor swooped in for a kiss, his tongue meeting yours in a gentle caress as you sunk into his attentions and warm haze of comfort before he started pistoning into your core like a crazed man again. You took on too much, fucking a God like him, as your vision clouded and the pressure snapped. You crumbled into the haze as he sunk you onto him, over and over again.

He could sense your presence, and without opening his eyes, buddha hooked his arm behind your leg and dragged it over himself, bracing himself to catch you as he forced you to tumble over with a squeak. It took a moment for you to settle comfortably, resting your head on his chest as he rubbed circles into the backs of your thighs. It took only another a few minutes for him to lull you into a doze as you sank into his warmth, basking in your favourite spot in his arms as you vaguely registered him shifting slightly beneath you and the distant mumblings of what you assumed was the television.

“Eh?!”

You hadn’t been expecting it when he slipped his dribbling cockhead into your hole. Pushing you down with your hips, he sheathed himself fully into you as your breathing stuttered and your pussy twitched, quickly dampening as warmth bloomed in your lower stomach. an involuntary moan tore out of you as your eyes rolled at the sensation of your pussy stretching around his engorged member, drawing a grunt from him as you shifted your hips and your core pulled him in further.

“Hush, I’m just getting comfortable,” Buddha cooed, wrapping one long arm around you to reach for a nipple as his other hand carried on his gentle touches on your ass and thighs. each word he said to you was punctuated by kisses on your forehead and a light tweak of the finger, sending tremors through you as the warmth in your belly continued to steadily grow. “You’ll keep me warm, won’t you, my sweet girl?”

A small nod was the best you could muster. You felt him smirk against your forehead before he kissed you one last time. Buddha moved both of his hands to your sides, slipping his thumbs and forefingers beneath you and shifting your breasts so he could pay equal attention to your nipples lazily as you both turned your attention towards the television. Your eyes fluttered between open and closed as you drifted through a cloud of pleasure that kept you in a state of bliss that was adding to your frustration as each second ticked by. He continued with this for what felt like hours; totally stationary in your cunt bar the occasional twitch from him and a continued gentle massage on your tits. Slowly, agonisingly so, he brought you closer to the brink before you were edging towards the precipice of needing to cum; you could do nothing but try to keep your breathing even and your hips still because you knew if you moved he would pull out and that would be even worse.

Buddha chuckled as he felt the frantic fluttering of your walls against him as your impatience became more and more difficult to obvious. “How’re you coping, angel?” he teased, smirking at the cries that fell from your mouth as he shifted you into a more comfortable spooning position. With one hand tweaking an oversensitive peak and the other finding its home between your thighs, it took only seconds for your eyes to roll and your mouth to fall open in uncontrollable gasps as his thumb and index fingers worked magic, rolling your sensitive buds expertly towards your orgasm. Buddha’s own breathing became laboured as the urge to piledrive you like it was his last day in existence gained momentum with each squeeze of your pussy that was clearly, desperately begging to be stuffed.

“That’s it, angel, don’t be shy,” his voice sent tremors through you as you desperately clawed at his arms before flinging your own back to tug desperately at his hair, drawing a hiss and a single, purposeful slam of his hips into you. You yelped at the sudden shock, but when it didn’t continue you choked back a sob with all of your might as you came so close, if only he would just move-

“Your pussy is the best. Fucking heaven. F-fuck, yes- just, s-stay still. Fuck..”

It took a second for you to register that the loud sound you were hearing was, in fact, your own cry before buddha clamped a hand down on your mouth. Somewhere in your haze, your husband had pulled out a small but vicious vibrator that he nestled comfortably into a space directly on your clit and against his balls.

Suddenly that ever-elusive orgasm hit like a tidal wave. A stream of juIce gushed out onto his cock as he moaned in appreciation at the feeling, his balls contracting as the vibrator and your suction cup pussy challenged him not to cum. He lasted only a few more thrusts, failing miserably to hang onto his self control, as he pushed as far as he could into you and the vibrator harder onto his balls. The extra slick tipped buddha over the edge, shooting ropes of cum as far into you as he could as he moaned your name and nipped at your shoulders, shuddering as he rode out his orgasm by finally grinding his hips into yours as he whispered praises and sweet nothings into your ear.

For years he’d waited for this, to see you round and full; first with his cock, then with his baby. And it turned him feral seeing you that way. It always struck him as unfair that being the God of Death meant fertility was not his strong suit. But that didn’t stop him from filling you up every chance he got, and doing so whilst enjoying the sight of his efforts bearing fruit was divine.

Whilst noticeable, your belly was not yet swollen enough to get in the way, though with how quickly it had grown recently you were certain it wouldn’t be long until you were a whale. Your breasts were constantly aching and heavy, an almost permanent blush on them as your shape changed with your moods and your desire for your husband grew tenfold.

“That’s good, my Queen,” Hades murmured his praise, lifting your hips onto his legs so you were angled upwards. Wrapping his arms around your hips, he kept your weeping pussy in his direct line of sight, gravity stopping too much of his seed from dripping out of you as he admired his handiwork. With your legs basically spread completely wide, he leaned down and kissed the crease that joined your thighs to your core before dragging his tongue hotly against your swollen clit, making sure to avoid the white pool he’d deposited in the centre entirely. Taking his index and middle finger, he caught one stray stream of dribbling seed with them before stuffing his cum right back in your hole as you gasped at his thick fingers plugging you up. Lapping at your clit with a feather light touch, he twisted his fingers in your messy cunny so he could graze your g-spot, immediately bringing stars to your eyes.

“O-oh, f- please, oh!” You couldn’t speak. It was too much, and you swore you’d black out if you came once more, but you were just so fucking horny. Even as your legs ached and your core got puffy and fingerprint bruises collected on your hips in multiple stages, you couldn’t stop your constant, desperate need to be filled by your husband.

And what kind of partner would he have been if he didn’t oblige?

“Look at what being filled with my baby does to you. Put your hands on your tits. Don’t be shy, you know what to do,” he murmured, pushing that tiniest amount of escaping cum back into you, alongside another finger. “Now, how does my little dove want to be satisfied?”

Your head rolled as you tried to focus on the question, not the sensation of his hands massaging your legs and your torso or his breath between your legs which turned into a brain-numbing suction just right on your bud. You must have taken too long to answer, because you were yanked from your fog of pleasure, a slap landing across your cunny and you gasped in surprise at the bolt of electricity shooting down to your fingertips.

“D-daddy..” you said shyly, tiredly, reaching your hands up towards the man whose gaze had darkened at your little nickname. His hand gripped his dribbling member and tugged roughly, the sight of you bringing him closer to the brink. “I just.. I just want you, Daddy. please.”

“You want me to do what?” he pushed, his grip on you tightening. “Use your words, my Queen.”

Your cheeks flamed. He always made you do this, he always made you tell him exactly what you wanted, out loud, because he knew you didn’t like it. Hiding your face in your hands, you wailed your response as he sucked harder with every passing second. “Fill me up, Daddy please!” you said quickly, as if to get it over with. Hades, with a small smile, pulled your hands from your face, letting your legs down gently and showering kisses all over you, moving down to lavish attention on your chest and to relax you before he carried on. A few skilled twists of the fingers and tongue on your aching tits soothed you, his warm hands allowing you to relax despite your maddening arousal.

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” he said gently, a sparkle in his eye as his engorged girth swelled in his palm, his breath unsteady as bolts of pleasure shot through him. You held your breath, excited, as he started to poke at your hole and clit with his member, enjoying the lewd squelching as your pussy began dripping from his previous ministrations. A puddle had soaked into the sheets beneath you and hades tutted at the mess. With trembling fingers, you reached out and took his swollen balls into your palm, the gentle pressure ripping a gasp from your husband as he rammed the unexpected sensation pushed him over the edge. he rutted his hips slowly, and just barely, as your pussy overflowed with his seed, as if he was massaging his gift into you.

“I told you to try not to waste anything,” Hades suddenly chided, his gaze fixed on the bead of cum squeezing out past his cock, dripping down your crack. Flipping you over, he dragged your ass up towards him, supporting your belly in his hands as he plugged you right back up with his cock, groaning into your neck as your warmth moulded around him seamlessly. Hades’ thick girth throbbed at the sight of your profile, the smile that bloomed on your face as he hilted you. He leaned down, nipping the back of your neck hard as he fought to keep himself together.  “it isn’t easy keeping you full, is it, darling?”

When Hermes had set out that morning, he was counting on making his usual rounds around the area and allowing that to lead his direction for the day. It has been quiet as of late, he realised, with very little activity to spy on.

He did, on occasion, wander in the direction of Atlantis at Zeus’ request. Since the ascension of the Queen, the seas had been oddly calm, meaning that he ventured along this rare more rarely than he used to (not that he would admit to slacking on any of his duties, ever).

He was buried carefully in the shadows as your voice echoed down the long hallway.

“Lighten up, my love,” you sang, pressing up against Poseidon as he tried, fruitlessly, to ignore you. “It’s our anniversary! You can pretend to be happy, at least.” Your teasing tone lightened your slightly jabby words as your stoic husband finally looked at you wordlessly. Your face bloomed into a big, lovely smile at his special attention, unintentionally pulling a small grin from him at your enthusiasm.

“I don’t see the point in that,” Poseidon griped as you pulled his hands onto your waist, wrapping your arms around his torso in return. “You know I am happy.”

“Do I?” you teased. Hermes, from his spot in the dark could see you pressing into your husband’s crotch area, gyrating into him in a cheeky attempt to coax him to life. “Oh, maybe you are a little happy.”

Poseidon, unimpressed as always, glared slightly at your teasing, his usual reaction to anything and everything. Though he often had a biting remark to hand, he had but moments ago noticed the lurking shadowing presence observing their interaction, and he was curious as to what you wanted to do. So he stayed quiet.

Standing up on your tiptoes, you pulled on his neck to bring him down closer to you as you whispered in his ear. “I’m happy today, darling,” you breathed, pressing yourself against him entirely, the thin cotton of your dress hardly concealing the feel of your hard nipples against his bare chest. Hermes stayed fixated as he watched you kiss your husband, his reciprocating with just as much enthusiasm as you - the most vibrancy Hermes had ever really seen coming from his Uncle.

His greedy eyes didn’t miss your next action of sliding your hand down the front of Poseidon’s trousers, gently grasping his cock in your palm as you coaxed a moan or two from your husband. “Can I show you? How happy I am?”

He hummed slightly, indicating his consent with following along with what you wanted, for now. With a delighted grin, your eyes darkened as you pulled your hand from his crotch, placing them against the sides of your tits instead. Pressing them together, you made eye contact with your husband, shuddering under the weight of his gaze, your cunny instantly dampening. Your fingers found their way to the front of your dress, flicking a gentle pressure against your hardened nipples as you swayed your hips side to side beneath Poseidon’s tightened grip, a small and effective attempt at enticing him.

Hermes’ eyes widened as your hands slid under the folds of your dress, pulling those beautiful, fleshy mounds from its confines and giving him the privilege of a full view. He delighted in your expression; content, opened mouth, blushing; pressing your tits against his chest, you giggled at his simple as you wiggled your hips a little faster, sending him a wink as the straps of your dress fell loosely off your shoulders.

Sucking in a breath, Hermes moved his hand to his own surprisingly tense member, glancing down at the long vein that was beating along the top and the weeping, reddened tip before focusing back onto you. His breaths deepened as he pulled his shaft out of his trousers, stroking himself leisurely as his eyes remained transfixed.

Hermes couldn’t help but widen his eyes at the view.

Against the wall, your dress was bunched around your stomach as Poseidon pushed you up against it, a smirk on his face as his hand wrapped tightly around your throat and he moved his teeth aggressively onto your pebbled peaks. You thrust your head back, hitting your head on the wall almost a little too hard as a long, honeyed whine fell from your mouth, your husband knowing precisely where to touch you to render you utterly incoherent and desperate for him.

“F-fuck,” Hermes moaned, almost completely inaudibly as he gripped himself tighter, spitting down onto his shaft to get a better grip. Sliding his hands more comfortably, it took him much more effort than expected to keep himself quiet, unable to tear his eyes from you as his pleasure increased with every pump of his palm. His thoughts swam with the fantasy of fucking you dumb with his cock instead of his own hand, what it would be like to bury his face between those glorious thighs, what your tits would taste like as he marked them as his. His gaze sharpened as the sight before him escalated; Hermes could only imagine how wet you were, based on how hard Poseidon was slamming into you and how quickly he was able to without splitting you apart.

Hermes was absolutely delighted that he stumbled on the King of the Seas with his cock out and raging, pounding into you as you babbled incoherently. His hand, wrapped firmly around your throat, essentially holding you up that way, kept you in place as his hard thrusts caused your tits to bounce much too dangerously, forcing you to hold onto them the best you could as your back was pressed into the wall and your legs spread wide and open for him, his other hand supporting you by hooking under the back of your knee.

Perhaps he would make the trip to Atlantis more often.

“Didn’t you promise to worship me properly?” Shiva questioned sharply, drawing your attention back to him with a slight edge to his voice as he smirked at you. He gestured to himself as the heat in your belly stirred. “I brought you all the way up here, so you could show off your love of me just like you wanted, didn’t I? Go on. I’m ready.”

A pair of Shiva’s hands grabbed at your backside, fingers digging dangerously close to your hole as he massaged his way around your lower body, whilst another took your chin in his hands and pulled your face towards his, until your noses were touching. His fourth hand held the back of your neck, rendering you totally immobile with enough force to convince you that if your legs gave out he would hold you up by the scruff like a cat, no problem.

The crowd seemed more and more noticeable. You didn’t know how many there were - enough to make your pussy tingle and your stomach fill with dread - and you didn’t have the courage to see what their reactions were. You thought a couple of times you’d heard cheers, but put it down to your nerves playing tricks on you as you tried, keenly, to focus on Shiva as much as possible. You could feel the heat of their stares as you moved to kneel, Shiva’s hands allowing you to do so.

“Play with yourself,” he commanded, releasing you fully as he leaned himself back, fully prepared to enjoy the show. You noticed with glee that all of his eyes were open and at attention, enraptured in your movements. You felt sparks beneath your skin under his heavy stare and you shivered in delight. He, on the other hand, was having his own troubles keeping himself in check; his cock was throbbing something awful in his trousers. His ever observant gaze didn’t miss the glistening of your juices between your pussy lips, and he smirked. What a little slut.

You burned with shame as your hands trembled their way down your body, a moan falling from your own traitorous lips as you made contact with your desperate, throbbing, aching clit. It felt so good, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move after your first wave of pleasure. You heard the cheers from the crowd when you’d moaned by accident, and you you froze.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, a mocking edge to his tone as he stared you down. He was frowning at your lack of movement, and your lip trembled at the realisation that Shiva was growing displeased with you. “I told you to play with yourself. Open up that pussy for us all to see. I want to see you making a mess here on this floor, for me, and for everyone here to enjoy.” His arms crossed to emphasise his point, whilst the other set rested on his hips expectantly.

Your eyes burned, but no tears fell as you slowly obeyed the command, using your fingers to spread your cunny for his viewing pleasure whilst massaging your swollen, over sensitive bud. The heat of being watched only made you throb more, clenching desperately at its emptiness as you wished for Shiva to end his fucking games and just fill you up, properly, already. Of course, you wouldn’t actually say so out loud, and you kept your mouth obediently shut as you dutifully pushed yourself closer to your orgasm the best you could.

It wasn’t enough; you both knew that getting yourself off was much harder of a task than if he was to take charge and you pouted, knowing he’d done that on purpose. No way would you be able to come by yourself in front of all these people, no matter how horny you were, so it was only a matter of time before you broke and begged him for reprieve.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? When you presented yourself to me like some common whore, begging me to fuck you?” Shiva was smiling like a madman as he looked down at you, a wicked gleam in his eye. He didn’t miss how your chest was heaving, or how your juices spread to the tops of your thighs as you continued to make a mess of yourself. “Tsk. Earn your place on my cock, pretty one.”

You whined defiantly as your frustration reached a peak, sweat beading on your forehead as you pinched at your own clit angrily. You failed to cum despite your teetering on the precipice. You were far more sensitive than usual, you could feel it, but it still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough.

Shiva seemed to take pity on you as he tutted at your whining, shaking his head as he held his hand up for you to stop. Twirling his finger at you, you frowned as you understood his instructions, cheeks blazing. Your body snapped to attention almost robotically, raising upwards to ‘stand’ on your knees before lowering yourself back down, you raised your ass up and lowered your head and Shiva stepped closer to position your hands on your ass cheeks.

“That’s it. Good, now put your head down. Yes, like that, on the floor. Ass up high.” He placed his hands on top of your own, guiding them to squeezing and pulling your ass cheeks wide. “Hold your ass open for them to see. Good, good, you’re doing well.”

Your cheeks were burning and you wondered how long he was going to force you to stay that way. Nobody, not even yourself had ever looked at your asshole so openly for so long before and you tried, desperately, to swallow your humiliation. One, two, three.. you counted, you could do nothing but count, as your fingers slowly tired and your face, knees and shins ached from the rough floor. Forty two, forty three, forty four..

It was the sixth set of counting to sixty of Shiva simply admiring you, massaging everywhere except your pussy as he displayed your goods like the trophy you were to all of his guests. The cheering had settled into more of a hum as the excitement died down and the crowd admired the artwork before them. It was a rare treat for him to be able to share such deliciousness with his comrades, friends, rivals; he also knew he would be the envy of them all which only served to fuel his ego and the smirk plastered on his face. Shiva needed to be careful not to cum in his pants at the thought of knowing he had such a prideful, beautiful, wonderfully vexing woman under his thumb.

Your whining steadily increased in volume as your body began to tire, and when your arms started to wobble, you couldn’t stop the small ‘please’ that escaped you.

“Aw, I’m going to help you out by keeping this view open for everyone, okay?” Shiva used a pair of hands to replace yours, making sure your asshole remained in perfect view to keep the crowd appeased. “Elbows down. Head up. Good. I’m going to fuck your pretty face.”

Sliding his cock under your head was easy, his flexible hips making quick work of thrusting up into your mouth as he held your ass and head firmly in place. His cock was fat and remarkably hard, and its width down your throat made your eyes water, which only made him moan louder each time he observed your eyes watering with every choke. You stuck your tongue out the best you could, his hard bucking hips opening your throat wider with each gag and thrust into the depths of your mouth, until your eyes were streaming from the effort of taking him fully sheathed but your nose was on his pelvis and your tongue was flattened against Shiva’s heavy balls as he eased his head down onto his length with a shudder.

You almost didn’t notice the massage of his thumb against your asshole as he groped at your backside. Almost.

“Ngh-wow, what a nice mouth you have, pretty girl. Maybe you would be worth making my wife. Hmm? What d’ya say? You want this cock for the rest of your life? Mm. Yes.. Fuck.”

You peeked up at him, your pussy clenching desperately as you spotted his scrunched brows and two eyes closed, lost in the nirvana of your throat. The other three were wide open, fixated on your movements, committing the scene to his eternal memory. You slowly moved one of your hands up, testing to see if he would force you still; with no sign of protest, you took his spitsoaked balls in your hand, massaging them gently as you applied pressure just behind them with your forefinger.

Shiva choked as you worked on him, a stuttered “what the fuck” escaping him as he rutted harder into your mouth; your fingers were testing his patience with a new layer of sensations, your tongue out ready and meticulously to attend to his balls with each thrust forward. You hardly noticed your aching knees and elbows, your burning lungs, the firm grip in your hair as his hips became more frenzied. Your stomach fluttered and your pussy ached for Shiva’s pleasure. You wondered if the crowd could see your asshole clenching? Did they move closer? You weren’t sure, and they’d quieted, or had Shiva simply gotten much louder?

It took little time for Shiva’s thrusts to become uneven, and your throat struggled to accommodate as you gagged beautifully on his girth with each pass of his cockhead. You were barely ready when he shot rope after rope of cum down your throat, dragging your head down so your nose was buried into his pelvis as his thumb finally slipped into your ass, his other fingers using your ass to anchor you onto him, bruising the ghost of his fingertips into your flesh. Your cry was muffled by his continued orgasm as he slipped another finger into your cunny, massaging your insides as he filled your throat with his seed.

“Drink it up, sweetheart, you’re going to be full of this for the rest of your life. You should’ve thought this through before you presented yourself to me,” Shiva growled, small pants between words as the sensation of his orgasm sends him feral - he felt utterly euphoric, for the first time in what felt like centuries; no way was he letting you go. He hummed appreciatively as your throat clenched around him. One, two, three thrusts later, he pulls from your mouth with a pop!, a long string of saliva connecting you and you heave for breath, the high of having such a man quite literally by the balls making way for the building wave of sensation of his fingers playing with your holes. You could feel him massaging your inner walls from both sides, and your eyes rolled as you panted, trying desperately to keep yourself together.

“Come, I’m not done with you,” Shiva lifted you onto his lap, his voice commanding with each instruction that was punctuated by him physically moving you exactly where he wanted you to be whilst continuing his assault on your previously neglected holes. He retreated from your pussy after a moment, swapping from his thumb to his forefinger in your backside as he shifted his grip on your ass to hold you above him. “Arch your back. Play with your nipples. Don’t you fill yourself up yet, did I tell you to do that? No.” With a slap to your backside, he slipped his still-swollen member between your pussy lips, breath hitching as your slick began to make a mess of him in anticipation. “Grind, move your hips up and down.”

He had his fat, engorged shaft nestled comfortably in the plush of your cunt, almost bathing in slick as he dragged your hips along his length; forwards, backwards, forwards, over and over again as the ridge of his cockhead gyrated against your neglected, puffy clit. You were so overwhelmed, the hollering in the background from your audience ever present as you tried not to lose yourself completely to the situation; the finger in your ass was making you pant and your cunt clench hungrily to be filled alongside it. Shiva’s skilled fingers sent you to places you didn’t know existed, and you slowly lost focus on everything but him. Your vision tunnelled as you dug your nails into his shoulders for purchase, for grounding, for protection. You could see his face, but you couldn’t register it properly. It was so much, but not enough at the same time, and it was confusing, and you lost focus.

“Oh, you’re salivating. I’m not even inside of you yet. How greedy and eager you are,” he observed keenly, licking the trail of drool from the corner of your mouth with glee and capturing your lips with his own. He sucked on your tongue, nipping your lip hotly as he drank you in, his kisses dragging you back just barely from the brink. Shiva’s hands were burning on your overheated frame, and you found yourself grateful for the outside breeze.

You were unprepared when Shiva guided your hips backward, slipping straight into your weeping hole in one slick movement. You almost bit your tongue in surprise as you registered the glory of him, finally, filling you up the way you’d been hoping for, needing, since he laid eyes on you.

It was better than you ever could have anticipated. His cock curved slightly at just the right angle that made fucking you stupid with minimal movement a simple feat. He was much larger than you were used to. On top of seemingly being able to reduce to you putty with little to no effort, his cock filled you up just right, stretching you deliciously as his arms anchored you into position, pushing your hips impossibly hard onto himself as he moaned into your neck and the finger in your ass stuttered to a brief halt. Your head fell forward, against his shoulder as your breath truly escaped you, panting as you tried not to fall apart at the feeling. He hasn’t even started, you thought woefully. And you felt this far gone already.

Shiva clenched his teeth as you moulded to his cock, sharp bolts of pain in his shoulders as you dug your nails into him, pulsing insistently in what he was sure was an effort to milk him dry and/or suffocate him, and it was working. How long had it been since he’d been so turned on by a woman? You were glorious, you were perfectly fucking made for his cock. Your cunt choked him, stuttering his hips as he willed himself to move, but found himself unwilling to pull out first; even to slam it straight back into you.

“Go on, pretty girl,” Shiva crooned, his touch gentle as he gently probed your backside with one hand, caressing you with the others. His touch was overwhelming, but comforting, and electric. It took a second for you to understand what he was saying. “Fill yourself up right now. Have at it.”

“Mm,” you nodded obediently, weakly, as you started moving your hips the way he wanted you to earlier, slowly; fighting the fog was hard, and your hips moved instinctively as if driven by Shiva’s quiet grunts of affirmation. You peeked at his expression, your cunny clenching enthusiastically seeing his eyes rolled back and chest heaving.

You picked up the pace, Shiva’s stuttered breaths and bruising fingers guiding you along, your confidence building with each moan that escaped him. Your body pulsed with pain, aching with the exertion as your body began to grow exhausted but you didn’t care. You carried on, with a whine, like a being possessed.

You keened at the scrape of his cockhead against your insides, a carnal ache for more taking over as you bounced with more and more enthusiasm. He was a thick man, packing plenty of girth that you were sure was tailor-made to send you cross-eyed and scatter all rational thought. Nothing you’d ever had in the past even compared to the elation you were feeling. Your hand, one on his shoulder was scratching desperately for leverage whilst the other, entangled in his hair, was tugging harder the closer you came to your peak. You yelped as he took a pebbled nipple in his mouth, tweaking the other with and hand, slipping another finger into your ass all at the same time.

It didn’t matter how many people were watching, it didn’t matter how you got yourself in this mess. Nothing mattered except the feel of his dick inside of you and the orgasm you were chasing; the best fucking you’d ever had, even before you’d cum properly.

“Mmf, hng-Shiva, m’gna- gonna cum!”

He tugged at your hair just as the crescendo hit, forcing you to look upwards at him and you saw stars, before you fell into utopia in the confines of his gaze. You choked on your breath as you released an impressive stream of juices all over him, milking his cock for all its worth. Your words turned into incoherent babbles as you sobbed, legs finally buckling from your efforts and you fell forward against him, fully into his arms.

“Scram,” he waved his hand to disperse the crowd who all disappeared obediently without question, taking a nipple in his mouth again and kindly massaging your frame as your mind drifted somewhere around unconsciousness. He never thought you would've agreed to this, and he'd never been so glad of setting a challenge in his life. On top of that, you took him so well; his cock raged at the idea of being removed, so much so that he stayed buried in you for several minutes as you gained some equilibrium, his hands on your body doing more than you expected in soothing your frazzled neres.

His kindness did not last long. Picking you up, he flips you onto your back, pushing your knees down towards your head, exposing your quivering little hole to the elements. One, two, three swipes of precum onto your hole and he sinks into your folds in one unforgiving movement, pushing deep into your belly as the movement forces all the air out of your lungs with a yelp. He bullies his swollen cockhead into your cervix sharply, with no give as you squeal into the open air. You grab frantically at him, at his hair, his shoulders - anything, clawing for purchase.

Shiva hissed - there was no way that was normal, the way your plushy walls rolled and clenched around him so tightly, the tremble of your thighs vibrating his cock deliciously as he sunk himself to the hilt, his balls heavy against your ass as he pulsed in rhythm to your spasms. Slowly, he rocked into you, trading speed for strength as each thrust beat your most sensitive spot with pinpoint precision at achingly slow speeds. You're so wet, the squelching of your cunt echoes in the expanse of the now vacated space atop the mountain, and you wonder how far the sound is travelling.

"O-oh, I'm so far from done with you, princess," Shiva rumbled, a low moan escaping as he relished your fluttering walls soaking him so nicely, staring at you with eyes glazed with lust and pure hunger as he admires your tear-stained cheeks and your pussy stretched so wonderfully around him. He pins your knees on your chest, your cunt spasming diligently at the added stretch as your breath stopped. You swallow him up, snugly and perfectly, the base of his cock rubbing against your clit and dragging gasps out of you with each steady, well-timed thrust.

All too soon, the growing coil of pleasure in your belly grows to its peak, and you are forced over the edge with a blaze, a mess of fluids spilling from your cunny down your quivering thighs as Shiva continued his bruising pace, relentlessly, far after the sun set.

 It had, surely, been hours. Your mind felt foggy as you tried to navigate the haze created from your husband’s absolute refusal to play; it was cruel and unusual and unfair and you did not like being denied. Your undergarments, thoroughly ruined, were struggling to contain the juices your excitement created as heat pooled between your legs at the thought of how utterly sweet your release would feel at the hands of your arrogant, petty, commanding husband.

You shifted your weight as much as you could beneath the bruising grip he had on your hips that forced you to keep painfully still. His cock, hard and straining, settled awkwardly against your heat through your various layers of clothing, and you whimpered at the dissatisfaction. Even grinding, it was too far away from your clit to do much of anything, only serving as a reminder to just how far away your orgasm truly was. You could feel it twitching against the flesh of your thighs, powerfully, each time your weight shifted. Your mouth watered.

Strong hands settled on your face, pulling your head up by your cheeks harshly as you yelped quietly in surprise, eyes snapping into clear focus as Poseidon decided to - finally - look at you.

“You are a whore,” he remarked, his gaze delving into the darkest crevices of your soul as you made yourself as small as possible, shrinking into yourself as you pointedly ignored the excited shiver racing up and down your spine. Only for you!, you wanted to protest. You weren’t a whore just for anybody, thank you very much. You were a good girl, and a Queen, and you deserved to be treated so, because a Queen is a whore for nobody except her husband.

Yet you were only able to squeak in response to his observation - proving him right -  as he pinched your nipple, drawing your attention back to the fact that he, quite literally, had you like putty in the palm of his hands. Your clit throbbed and your hips tried to snap forward once more, only to be denied by the remaining arm that had, at some point unknown, snaked around your waist. Your head sagged forward slightly as you whimpered again, feeling your eyes starting to prickle.

Tutting in disappointment, Poseidon drank in your desperation as you persisted in your attempts to break free of him. It really had been hours since his lovely wife had placed herself on his lap; smirking to himself, he allowed himself to enjoy the glazed, tearful look on your face - that face you made just for him as bolts of pleasure shot from where your nails dug into his chest straight to his member. You were, after all, his beloved and he knew very, very well that you were very much a whore, and a delicious treat made just for him.

With one expert shift of his hips, his clothed cock lined perfectly against your aching heat. His hands moved upwards, his fingers latching onto your nipples and rolling them between his fingers. You choked out a gasp, the small but sudden sensations overwhelming your train of thought entirely and feeling far, far too intense considering how many clothes were in the way still. You were too far gone to realise that your body had registered his presence between your legs before your brain was able to. You were already riding him and the spring in your stomach was beginning to tighten sharply. Your instincts took over as you chased the sensation of his cock against you, the sweet warmth of his thighs against yours, the ecstasy of coming apart around, because of, for your egotistic husband.

"You have thirty seconds,” Poseidon drawled as your moans reached a peak, pinching just a little harder as he issued his next command. “Cum for me.”

He knew it was probably wrong, what he was about to do considering your chest was moving up and down steadily as you slept. Was it wrong? On paper, maybe, but in reality probably not because you were his person and he was yours, and he would never actually want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. But, you little slut, you fell asleep with a glistening plug in your ass that, to Buddha’s eye, seemed like a bow on top of a very inviting, glistening gift. Sure, he was later than usual so it made sense that your enticing form fell asleep with your tits beautifully gathered beneath your chin, one leg pushed up so your glistening heat was front and centre of the lovely picture you created for him.

It took only a few moments for him to tug his clothes off, eagerly crawling towards the apex of your legs as his cock bounced eagerly against his stomach. Gently, he placed his hands on your plushy thighs, kneeding them lightly to gauge your reaction as his own breaths became heavier, putting more pressure into his massage as you twitched lightly in your slumber, a small smile on your face.

He returned the grin as he gently lifted one of your legs up, repositioning you so you were lying on your back with your legs spread wide for him, giving him a comfortable space to settle into. Still on his knees, Buddha ran his strong hands up and down the sides of your torso, still admiring each dip and curve and dimple as he settled his palms on your tits. He couldn’t quite resist lining his member up with your heat, humping gently between your folds with a heavy groan as your slick coated his girth.

He focused his eyes from your tits to your face, taking in the feeling of your breath becoming shallower and your mouth falling open ever so slightly more. With a smirk, he leaned down and took your nipple into his mouth and circled it lightly with his tongue before switching to the other to give it equal attention. They quickly pebbled, becoming even harder at his touch as he moved to twist them lightly between his fingers, his mouth kissing downwards to your belly button and, finally, between your thighs.

He placed a slow, flat-tongued lick up your clit defiantly, gently running his hands down to hold them down firmly against his shoulders. A moan escaped him as the taste of you flooded his mouth, sending tremors into your clit that caused your leg to twitch, pleasure registering into your consciousness.

You had missed him, trying to stay awake to welcome him home because you had- for some reason, felt particularly sad about him being so busy lately. You were so looking forward to welcoming him home, placing your little plug that Buddha absolutely loved into yourself and a small choker with a pretty red bow around your neck after a nice bath and soak to prepare your muscles and to make sure you smelled particularly nice for your husband. But, alas, you were sleepy, and it didn’t take long for you to fall into unconsciousness in the comfortable nest that was your bed. Your head, filled with thoughts of him, created a lovely dream of him caressing your legs and making a tender treat out of you.

Still mostly unaware, you felt a blossoming warmth settling in somewhere between your stomach and your thighs and your chest heaved in response to it, leg muscles tightening as the sensation overwhelmed your still dozing senses. With your senses blackened by sleep, all you could feel was the blazing heat of pleasure washing over you. Somewhere unconsciously, you realised that if you opened your eyes then the feeling would be gone, so you closed them tighter and dove into it, not realising the tremors settling into your thighs as Buddha chuckled in elation at your body responding to him.

“So beautiful,” he thought, “So pretty, so wet, so soft. My love, my sweet girl.” His mouth was eager on your pussy as it flooded for him, the familiar movements of his mouth devouring you delightfully lighting your senses. Your eyes, firmly closed, were shadowed by a furrow in your brow as your hips arched towards his lapping tongue, much to his elation. Buddha’s cock twitched heavily in response, a contactless shot of pleasure tightening his balls as he realised how unbelievably hot it was for him that you were always so receptive, so open, so welcoming to him. He delighted in the knowledge that he knew exactly how to make your body sing under his touch, his tongue dancing eagerly up and down the crease in your legs and circling the very much beloved plug you had decorated yourself with. Buddha, deciding to settle into one place as his impatience to have you steadily grew, latched onto your clit like a child to milk and sucked eagerly, once again basking in your taste.

It was getting harder for you to stay in this unaware state as pleasure washed over you in crashing peaks, teetering on the edge of orgasm. It took but one particularly hard suck accompanied by the thrusting of a single finger into your core for a tsunami of heat to overcome your senses, overwhelming your consciousness as each of your entrances clenched eagerly around its respective intruder and you came directly onto Buddha’s greedy face, wrenching you fully from sleep. His chest rumbled, a sound of praise as he continued lapping at your dripping pussy, dragging your orgasm out for as long as he could as you finally drifted into consciousness, a sob escaping your mouth as your senses became overwhelmed. Buddha’s hands felt heavy, but warm on your body as they comfortably kneaded into your muscles and his light kisses moved up your body, kisses on each nipple and up your gasping throat towards your blushing cheeks were gentle and soothing on your frazzled mind.

“Good morning, my sweet,” Buddha cooed into your ear, lying his body into you like a weighted blanket as he rubbed soothing circles on your cheek with his thumb and continued planting kisses on and around your face. “You look so pretty. Ain’t I the luckiest man to have you looking so pretty just for me? Were you waiting for me to come home, angel? You were so wet, my pretty girl, I think your pussy missed me. Did you miss me, too?”

You whimpered at his affections, wrapping yourself around him as tightly as you could as you nuzzled into his neck, enjoying the soft rumbles of his chest as he chuckled at your neediness. Catching your breath, you nodded into his neck and pulled his weight onto yourself more, your half-conscious orgasm making your body far more sensitive than usual and sending your mind into a spin.

You weren’t expecting the weeping tip of his thick girth to slip into your pussy with no resistance, a yelp falling out of your mouth in surprise as your eyes rolled back into your skull.

Placing one last firm kiss on top of your head, he wrapped his arms around you and rolled you on top of him, cock suctioned safely into your welcoming core as he brought your mouth onto his, eagerly meeting his tongue with yours as he grasped your plushy, soft backside with his large hands. His fingers rubbed along the lines of where your ass met the tops of your thighs, the sensation lighting your nerves on fire as you gasped into his mouth, digging your fingers into his shoulders with your hands that were trying not to lean your entire weight onto him. Your knees, pressed into the bed on either side of his hips, trembled at his firm fingertips were steadily spreading your cheeks apart, gently shifting the plug that was still half poking out of you. You couldn’t hold in the gasp that escaped you as his fingers pushed against it, burying it into you firmly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling, stuffed both ways and completely dwarfed by your delectable partner.

“Buddha,” you gasped, head dropping back down to the crook of his neck as you shuddered, not sure whether he was wanting you to move as one of his hands held you still by the waist.

“Yes, pretty?” he enquired through gritted teeth, the slick of your pussy quite literally running down the small portion his previously neglected cock that wasn’t buried into you like nectar. One of his hands remained pushing the plug into you, the pressure making you gasp as he began thrusting upwards, the curve of his member causing it to rub straight over your g-spot each time he pulled out far enough. Your thoughts fell into one incoherent babble as you choked out a sob, your thoughts screaming babbled declarations of love and affection for the man successfully blending your brain into mush. His thrusts got deeper, and harder, maintaining his pace as he continued to finger the plug, each bump of his hips bringing stars to your eyes.

“Fuck,” he rasped, cupping your face with a single hand as he rolled you back under him, pressing you into the mattress by the hips as he found your mouth, enveloping each if your moans with his own as his pace began to increase. His now free hand took a nipple between his fingers, rolling it eagerly as tears gathered in your eyes from every sensation washing over your body. Bucking into you like a man possessed, he gritted his teeth together harder as your pussy tightened around him and your eyes became unfocused.

“My. Pretty. Little. Slut!” he growled darkly, punctuating each word with a firm buck into your core. “Did. You-fuck, fucking hell. Did. You. Miss. Me?”

“Y-yes!” you cried, tears falling from your eyes as your tits heaved in his hands. “I did, I missed you, I- oh, yes- I missed you!”

You wanted to say more. You wanted to tell him how much you missed him, how happy you were that he was home, how much you loved him and how much you really loved feeling him fuck up into you like this. These thoughts fell out of your mouth as an incoherent babble as the angle of his thrusts caused your clit to rub into his pubic bone deliciously and your orgasm came too close and too quickly for your liking.

Buddha grinned down at you, releasing your tits and letting them bounce as he held his rhythm, grasping your thighs and pulling them over your head, and you let out a wail at the shift in angle that pushed him even harder into you. The pad of his thumb swiped quickly across your slick before landing directly on your clit, rubbing circles on your already exhausted and sensitive bud.

“I- babe, I c-I can’t! Gonn- I’m, fuck, m’gna make a m-mess!” you whimpered between gasps, no longer able to open your eyes as you held onto your tits, trying - failing - to hold them still.

“Yes, you can,” he said firmly, giving your nipple a punishing pinch. Buddha struggled to steady his breathing as he tried to maintain his composure, drinking in your fucked out form with glee.

Your knees, close enough to being pressed into the mattress, were by your head as Buddha pushed his weight into you, near enough folding you completely in half. “P-please, oh fu-fuck, no!”

It took a moment for Buddha to register the sudden soaking wetness gushing over him as you lost yourself to another orgasm, creaming around his girth as you consumed him. A laugh escaped him as he continued rubbing circles into your clit, refusing to let up after you dared to tempt him so. Tears streaked down your face as he continued his bruising rhythm and you silenced, no longer able to form a coherent sound.

It could’ve been seconds, minutes, hours; you weren’t quite sure how long Buddha fucked you for, moving regularly between your clit and your nipples as he suckered you closer to the edge relentlessly. It was after flipping you onto your front, thrusting firmly into your weeping hole and pulling the buttplug in and out of you steadily, that he felt mercy for you; moving you both onto your sides, he remained buried inside you as you nestled into his front, comfortably fitting as a little spoon that his pace slowed. Settling his hands on your breasts and massaging them gently, he placed soft kisses onto the back of your neck as he cooed soothing words into your ears in and effort to calm your racing heart and settle your jumbled thoughts. His cock slid easily in and out of you slowly, sending a far more comfortable tingle of pleasure down your legs instead of the wrecking ball assault on your nerves he had insisted on previously. You were exhausted, and your eyes were heavy. You felt warm, and good, and Buddha’s hands massaging you felt heavenly.

Buddha very much enjoyed having your form pressed against him like this, and his balls started to feel heavier as he continued his slow fucking. Pressing you as tightly as was comfortable against him, he groaned into the crook of your neck before biting down gently, trying to muffle his cries as his eyes clenched shut. It took but a few more minutes and some carefully angled thrusts to bring him to his peak; with a strangled cry, Buddha shot his load deep into you just moments before your exhaustion completely took over, almost waking up fully again at the tingling of your neck, the warmth of your insides and the sudden wetness that seemed to be slipping out of you around his satiated and throbbing cock.

“Y-yes, oh, you feel so g-good around my cock, my sweet angel,” he moaned as his balls continued to contract, finally releasing from being so tight for so long, rope after rope of cum slipping out of you. “Fuck, oh- ngh.”

He buried his face in your hair, breathing in your scent as you finally succumbed to sleep, tucked safely into him as a little spoon as he - like usual - ran his hands all over your body. Buddha made no move to pull himself from you, instead curling you into him even further.

Though gods have no need to sleep, he found it oddly comfortable for him when he was buried inside of you, soft or hard. Even in your slumber, your pussy was twitching sporadically from overstimulation which only caused him to nuzzle into your neck more and plant more kisses onto you. He was very pleased with you for the little treat you gave him. He managed, for a little while, to doze comfortably against your back, giving you a small reprieve before the honeyed warmth of that inviting apex between your thighs coaxed his cock into hardness again and he couldn’t wait any longer for you to wake up. Buddha littered kisses along your neck and shoulder once more, resuming his slow thrusting as he caught sight of your breasts in his hands from over your shoulder, unable to, as usual, resist you.