Thread: Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)

original post copied from Elliquiy Melodys heart-shaped face was a picture of angelic contrition at Masters chastisement as she remembered she had said Forgive us, Master. Yes Master, she said softly, nodding. It took her all of two seconds to adjust to his new command. After all, if the role God had set for him was to be Lord and Master of all the girls, then their proper and logical roles were to be his tiny little fucktoys for the glory of God. She looked across at her sister to see if Harmony was on the same page. Harmony was not only on the same page, her hand had somehow landed on the same regal cock that Melodys hand was grasping. A look of awe, delight and triumph passed between them as their small hands caressed Masters thickness, their slender fingers squeezing and their palms gliding reverently along that large, hot, slippery stele of flesh. For them, there was a sort of sacredness to the moment. In lieu of a Bible to place their hands on to be sworn into fucktoyhood, Colossus was just as appropriate, Harmony thought. When another wet surge of Masters seed inundated Elinors already flooded valley, Umas mouth, and their hands, an expression of almost spiritual bliss crossed Melodys face as if she had just received a blessing from the divine, rendering her features even more angelic under her silk-white hair. Elinor moaned as Colossus jostled her sore, swollen sex now drenched by an intriguingly silky mlange of their body juices. As Masters hand twisted her hair, tears came to her eyes at the injustice of the universe. She had been good all her life, but she had never, ever been rewarded like that . It was taking Elinor quite a bit more than two seconds to adjust. I Her eyes widened at her gaffe, then she rushed to fix her mistake. I mean -- She paused with a frustrated frown. She could tell it was going to take her a while to unlearn that shortest and most basic of words, the foundation of self-identity. But she was nothing if not determined, so she plunged on. Uh, that is, this tiny little fucktoy of yours means, Master, that, uh, this tiny little fucktoy of yours is sorry, she said in a breathless stammer, very much feeling as if she were back in her senior class in front of a displeased schoolmaster. Please forgive m-- this tiny little fucktoy of yours. Th-this tiny little fucktoy of yours will try to be good. Uma may have been secretly training for a marathon, but no marathon had ever required that she suck on an uber-phallus whose diameter was well past the capacity of the tight circle of her lips while her throat gulped hot liquid jetting from Masters cock as if she were dying of thirst, a thirst drowned by Masters potent cum filling her belly almost to bursting. While it seemed that Master was master of this particular marathon orgy, she was dying dying a shockingly sweet death, that is, from Laceys busy little tongue. As Bryony pulled her off abruptly from Colossus, Umas body was wracked by unfamiliar convulsions of pleasure so that she collapsed on the sticky floor. Panting and dazed, she spared Sister Bryony a look of gratitude, handing off the baton in spirit, if not exactly in deed. For Bryony, the baton passed to her was really more like a thick cudgel stuffed into her virgin mouth. Her throat made burbling sounds of protest as that enormous glans seemed bent on choking and drowning her with an explosion of a searing jet of cream. She would have pulled away, her lips trying to slide wetly back from around that suffocating hunk of rigid flesh, except that several hands had not only stripped her down to nothing, they were also holding her fast to her captor. And Lacey Dear Lord, what were they doing to her? Oh, they were sooo in trouble now! As Uma did before her, she gulped instinctively, shuddering as Laceys slurping tongue inexplicably unearthed a buried source of pleasure and that virile torrent that had first creamed her lips and jaw was already working in her bloodstream, its potency many times what most of the other girls had drunk that night. As her desperate swallowing diverted Masters seed down her throat, her glazed eyes swept upwards to the one they called her new Master. Of course, Elinor blocked most of her view, looking almost unrecognizable in brazen nakedness, her lavender hair wild around her face and shoulders, eyes equally wild and dazed and the sight of her sisters wet, gleaming sex sliding along that thick, meaty mount nearly shocked Bryony senseless. But even with Elinor in the way, there was no denying the young giant. It wasnt just that his slickened, engorged phallus overfilled and tightly plumbed her mouth so thoroughly as the the rhythm of its vigorous bobbing forced her stretched lips to surge back and forth along the tip of that hot, throbbing shaft. When her wide, dilated brown eyes found Masters face, something inside her fell into place. Master The word seemed, somehow, right and with each swallow of copious seed, and with each quivering shock of delight that shot through her body from Laceys insistent tongue lapping at her wet nether lips, the word became her reality. When Elinors phallic ride bucked powerfully under her, taking Bryony, Harmony and Melody with it in an irresistible upsurge, Bryonys own little ride in the form of Laceys tongue culminated in shattering ecstasy. She had no choice but to grab onto Masters muscled thighs, frantically breathing through her nostrils to regain breath stolen by bliss while continuing to suck and gulp in time to Masters eruptions, her trembling fingers digging helplessly and convulsively into rippling sinew. Melodys moment of transcendental nirvana ended abruptly, giving way to less-than-angelic glee as she counted the number of Sister Elinors unaccustomed F- bombs. She and Harmony could hardly believe how well Masters conversion was going. They watched in delight as another supplicant came to relieve Sister Uma and kneel and take her fill of Colossus. At this point, with every part of their bodies already reserved for Masters use and benefit -- particularly their large, firmly swelling breasts feeling ever so hot from the creation process initiated by Master-flavored milk -- they already saw themselves as not just Masters tiny little fucktoys, but also as his devoted priestesses, jealously guarding Masters pleasure and Colossuss well-being for Gods glory. And Colossus well, what was there not worthy of worship of an entity that not only seemed to have the endurance and stamina of a stallion, but also apparently able to sweep girly asses many times its weight into the air, including theirs? Harmony couldnt help feeling as if she should join Sister Elinor on her bareback mount there was room for another girly ass on that wildly delicious and spacious ride, she thought. Meanwhile, Melody admiringly observed how pretty Sister Bryonys pink skin looked under Masters glistening cream, even with soft lips and cheeks and jaw nearly splitting to accommodate just a fraction of Colossuss python-like length and girth pumping into her mouth. Jasmine watched to make sure that Bryony was properly latched on to the pagan giants imposing cock, and had to chuckle and wriggle away as girls squirmed around her to get to the liquid treasure that had pooled not just on the floor but on naked silken bodies within jetting distance, particularly Umas. She was amused to see her sister had not escaped a catgirls attentions. While she evaded the soft press of arched bodies and sinuous limbs, barely managing to escape herself, she could smell the seductive lure of Masters cum. She bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to resist it for now. She knew her time with Master would come. At the moment, she, like Cherry, Penelope and Melissa, was highly entertained by the breathtaking vision of the naked young god exerting his natural dominance over his field of slaves. And she and Xirena were there to enforce good behavior, after all. Melissa chuckled as Gia ignored her. Her friends entrance was heralded by her two desperately aroused and inflamed companions, each on blatant alert and homing in unerringly on Master. It was not possible to contain such epic breasts, and Melissa was put in mind of a tank bristling two deadly milk cannons as the catgirl crawled and plowed her way determinedly through the mass of wriggling, moaning, licking, writhing bodies, her sinuous tail waving in the air like a battle standard. Most of the girls who were in her way were too awed or aroused themselves by Gias natural weapons to protest, rolling or scooting back to make room for her relentless advance. If Gia was the tank, Uma was the pitifully defended bunker flattened by the tank. She had been too exhausted to do much more than arch her supple back as she lay on the sticky floor, her hair a damp, tangled confusion around her head, and moan in pleasure as a small army of tongues from Simone, Olivia, Giselle and Millicent seemed intent on cleaning every inch of her lower body, slurping and sucking and licking over her smooth damp legs and in every silky nook and cranny in the wet gorge between her thighs, Olivias and Giselles hands bending her legs out of the way to drain not just Masters seed that had flowed down her body but her honey as well. When the Gia-tank claimed her prize and planted herself atop her conquered terrain, there was no contest. What little breath she had escaped Uma in a whoosh. Umph! Gia--? It seemed odd to finally talk, her sore lips and jaw muscles and mouth having been recently and abundantly occupied by Master. Unfortunately, she barely had time to voice her question before the other womans lips clamped on hers. This was an invasion of a different kindnot the wet imperious kiss of a god among cocks, but the wet hungry kiss of a soft mouth and agile tongue. Umas own tongue tried in vain to defend itself and its territory, but ended up clashing and twining with that insistent appendage in a pool of Masters potent seed and the strangely sweet juices of their mingled mouths. Moreover, Gias ginormous breasts pinned Uma down implacably, Umas round, generous globes straining with their own cache of milk, coral-pink nipples mutely protesting their subjugation to the other womans superior forces and ending up spurting milk from the pressure. As their breasts wrestled and became coated with a slick layer of Masters seed and milk, Gia straddled her, Simone, Olivia, Giselle and Millicent wisely giving way to the imposing rump of the Gia-tank. Suddenly, Uma felt the shockingly pleasurable sensation of another womans slickness rubbing against her smooth mons, already enflamed by the attention of so many tongues and fingers and with a moan against Gias mouth, her hands latched onto the other womans hips, her own hips tilting up instinctively to seek a better, more intimate angle of contact.