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helpless before the power of so much manliness. Their minds consumed with the thought that maybe, somehow, by stroking the cock in their hands hard enough that it would take on the perfect form of the one on Brall which now filled their suddenly vacuous minds. Drool formed at their lips, and all jealousy from the other men struck away by this increase in pleasure encouraged by Brall’s colossal appearance.
Even Abigail was impressed. As if she had to rethink what she knew upon seeing him—this new god in the primitive wastes of the earth. He held her by the face, stroking her downy soft hair. The strands thick and golden, streaming through his fingers like tangible sunlight. His cock pulsed just under her chin, and her breath caught, feeling the stark heat of him against her body.
He placed his lips next to her ear so that only they two could hear.
“I will make you pay for this.”
But she only smiled up at him. A wicked, devilish thing. “Do you promise?”
She was no fallen angel. She was a succubus, brought up from the depths to torment him. It was the only explanation.
Very well. If she was a demon, he would exorcise her from his mind and his body forever after.
He powered his throbbing manhood into her mouth, fucking her brutally. Enjoying the pained, pleasured moans that she let out. Other men fucked her from behind, pushing her all the way to the ground. Her body contorted so that one man could enter her asshole while another fucking into her tight young pussy. Abigail loved all of it.
Excited from so many watching him, from finally fucking this demoness who had tempted him for so long, he chose not to hold out long in his cumming. He wanted more. He wanted to fuck her body everywhere. He unleashed with a hot, quick series of spurts in her mouth, loading down her tongue and throat with much of his cum.
But he wanted more, now.
Exiting her mouth, another man entered it right after, and Abigail’s cum-soaked tongue slid around his cock in a torrent of fever-pitch fellatio. Moaning and cooing for more.
After he came, he was still rock hard. Her body was too perfect. He wanted her again. He’d take her as many times as he wanted. He was the boss, wasn’t he? He was the leader of the Cauldron. He was the fucking king of this town. He shoved a soldier, Garner, back from her asshole, pushing him out roughly. Garner stumbled and rose back up, annoyed, but a harsh look from Brall kept him at bay. The smaller man satisfied himself with stroking his cock on the sidelines, looking on, grabbing her tits and rubbing her back as he edged himself to climax.
Brall thrust back inside Abigail—into that tightest of spaces, her tiny little asshole. It had been spread open already by Garner—but Brall pumped deeper into it still. The cum and precum of the former fucker lubricated his entrance, and he pounded inside her.
“Fuck you,” Brall grunted. “Fucking... fuck you...”
Abigail moaned with ceaseless enthusiasm.
That was good. All fine by Brall. He’d fucked girls into loving him in the past. Always, he had worn through them in days or weeks. Tiring them out or getting tired of them. All the better to do it to Abigail—to exhaust her possibilities for him. If she fell in love with him, all the better. He wanted to rip her heart out for making him do this to her. To Robin.
His hands groped up and down her body, joining the hands of five or six other men as they felt up her tits, squeezed her luscious thighs and ass. Her entire body covered over with manly grips. She was made for this, made for abusing and fucking just like this.
Brall couldn’t hold on. He didn’t want to.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Gonna...yeah...”
He erupted inside her body in a long shuddering orgasm. This one more triumphant than the last—given after so much effort and care and thrusting. Beneath him, he felt Abigail quivering with her own orgasm as her body was overloaded with hot goo, a white flood of perfection that melted
Even Abigail was impressed. As if she had to rethink what she knew upon seeing him—this new god in the primitive wastes of the earth. He held her by the face, stroking her downy soft hair. The strands thick and golden, streaming through his fingers like tangible sunlight. His cock pulsed just under her chin, and her breath caught, feeling the stark heat of him against her body.
He placed his lips next to her ear so that only they two could hear.
“I will make you pay for this.”
But she only smiled up at him. A wicked, devilish thing. “Do you promise?”
She was no fallen angel. She was a succubus, brought up from the depths to torment him. It was the only explanation.
Very well. If she was a demon, he would exorcise her from his mind and his body forever after.
He powered his throbbing manhood into her mouth, fucking her brutally. Enjoying the pained, pleasured moans that she let out. Other men fucked her from behind, pushing her all the way to the ground. Her body contorted so that one man could enter her asshole while another fucking into her tight young pussy. Abigail loved all of it.
Excited from so many watching him, from finally fucking this demoness who had tempted him for so long, he chose not to hold out long in his cumming. He wanted more. He wanted to fuck her body everywhere. He unleashed with a hot, quick series of spurts in her mouth, loading down her tongue and throat with much of his cum.
But he wanted more, now.
Exiting her mouth, another man entered it right after, and Abigail’s cum-soaked tongue slid around his cock in a torrent of fever-pitch fellatio. Moaning and cooing for more.
After he came, he was still rock hard. Her body was too perfect. He wanted her again. He’d take her as many times as he wanted. He was the boss, wasn’t he? He was the leader of the Cauldron. He was the fucking king of this town. He shoved a soldier, Garner, back from her asshole, pushing him out roughly. Garner stumbled and rose back up, annoyed, but a harsh look from Brall kept him at bay. The smaller man satisfied himself with stroking his cock on the sidelines, looking on, grabbing her tits and rubbing her back as he edged himself to climax.
Brall thrust back inside Abigail—into that tightest of spaces, her tiny little asshole. It had been spread open already by Garner—but Brall pumped deeper into it still. The cum and precum of the former fucker lubricated his entrance, and he pounded inside her.
“Fuck you,” Brall grunted. “Fucking... fuck you...”
Abigail moaned with ceaseless enthusiasm.
That was good. All fine by Brall. He’d fucked girls into loving him in the past. Always, he had worn through them in days or weeks. Tiring them out or getting tired of them. All the better to do it to Abigail—to exhaust her possibilities for him. If she fell in love with him, all the better. He wanted to rip her heart out for making him do this to her. To Robin.
His hands groped up and down her body, joining the hands of five or six other men as they felt up her tits, squeezed her luscious thighs and ass. Her entire body covered over with manly grips. She was made for this, made for abusing and fucking just like this.
Brall couldn’t hold on. He didn’t want to.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Gonna...yeah...”
He erupted inside her body in a long shuddering orgasm. This one more triumphant than the last—given after so much effort and care and thrusting. Beneath him, he felt Abigail quivering with her own orgasm as her body was overloaded with hot goo, a white flood of perfection that melted
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