novelraw Chapter 368: She Demands Girth
Chapter 368: She Demands Girth
• EL CABANA, THE ISLAND TERRITORIES, 12.3° LAT. SOUTH
—THE PRESENT
"MY RUDDY PRINCELING," a woman giant—not the other way around—stood before him. She whispered this, reaching down in her colossal might.
Robed in tight Venetian black, she was a freak beauty. Her opal flesh, riper than mounds of fruit spilled out slits of her dress. Luminescent and voluptuous flesh. She was as Venus, near twenty feet tall, larger than life. With her before him, he couldn’t care less about the demolished towers in this dark fantasy world of hers, or the absolute ghostly scape of it.
Crows danced above her beautiful head—black feathers falling, tunneling sunset light. And her mass of crimson hair, celestial and glowing, floated above her, rising into the very skies.
Her lush mouth breathed to him again: "Hello, little Hel-prince."
He gulped. He was thrown off. She bore similitude of someone he should know. Someone he did know. But for some reason his damned brain wouldn’t grind—other than to eyefuck her.
He thought her hips must be wide as a freaking house. And her great breasts big enough for him to sit in her cleavage. She’d bent at the waist to touch him. But when her finger—thicker than his scrawny neck obviously was inches from his face, she pulled back with a smile. And if her smile were a pool of fire, he’d be ash, because he just murdered himself in it. Like she’d read his mind, this strange, zaftig woman giant, turned and gave him a slow three-sixty.
SLO-OH!
His eyeballs left their sockets.
"What the fuck!" If he thought her titties were humongous, her ass was a deluge of flesh.
A monster ass!
Rotund globes that could sink the earth.
While his eyes were still debating what portion of her succulent rear to consume, she began to bend low. The string of her dress was stretched so tight he could spot the outline of her moist cave. She must’ve wanted to give him a show but, she slipped.
—and just like that, he got even more of his wish: she was falling on her fat ass, on top of him. This literal brunette giantess! He didn’t know if this was death but he opened fucking wide his arms—and eyes, accepting his fate; he did NOT want to miss a wink of himself entering up in, into that sweet asscrack when she landed. He debated the full spread of her hole, but had an idea. Her slip and fall was quick, but to him it all happened in delicious, mouth-watering slow motion. His arms were outstretched. His eyes, bright citrine torches. His smile, pretty fucking big. Him, grinning up into her eternity of booty.
Just when her trembling huge ass shadowed his face, her butt about to leave damn craters in the noir dystopia, he heard a loud, brain-rattling—
CUCUROOKOO!!!
Eotigan awoke with snarling teeth—and a boner that could drill through steel.
’What the FUUUUUCK?!’
His golden iris burned hot as he immediately zoned on the mannerless rooster responsible for disturbing his weird but enjoyable wet dream.
The colored bird blinked right back at him from the open way of the hut and made little cuckoos. Eotigan’s red brows folded in together, ire inflaming him, and with his swift pinky, he shot a zap of darkfyre at the bird. He did not aim for a kill, so the rooster got the chance to leap off, flying a short yard to skitter away, making more annoying ’cucurookoos’. Eotigan almost wished he had made a roast breakfast of the stupid bird.
The island was waking up, but the village itself wasn’t. Not after last night’s festival.
Eotigan could never forget the nude worshipping and chanting, for a deity that was his Ex. If the lovely natives of El Cabana so much as got a whiff of his true identity, he knew they’d more than just have a naked adolescent prance around fires for him. They might hand her a knife.
A small wind funneled through the serene forest and the hut’s pale curtains fell back into place. Eotigan didn’t need to extend demonic senses to hear the patter of gathered dew dripping from leaf to leaf of the sturdy Mango tree in the backyard. Or the rush of springs far west. El Cabana had her own waterfall. How ironic it was a near sea-pocalypse that made his warship stumble on the tropical eden.
Calmed by relaxing nature sounds from his rude awakening, Eotigan turned his eyes inward of the hut to the sensual prospects of life with him, in his bed.
His chosen harem. A new...harem. Memories tried to dump on him but Eotigan with the speed of spiritfyre cut those thoughts down.
The vision of Thyra, curled into his right arm helped greatly. The sheets barely hid out anything. With the kind of body on her, she just about had to don a flapping sail to hide. Kambili was on his left, towards the edge of the cot, but facing his direction. She lay like a lupine, purring in her sleep. Eotigan was sure the Fox Devil could not have picked a better host than his woman. And speaking of Host, his [subservíena] was on top of him, spooning him from above—if that was a thing. He wondered how she could manage sleep in such position, but then Inaia was the most needy of all his girls. She could sleep anywhere as long as he: her [Host] was within touch. She tore at his boundaries. Like Ravenna...
’NO!’
Eotigan berated himself. That train of thought was taboo in his skull.
He felt a headache coming on, even though demons didn’t really have headaches. He needed a distraction. But he couldn’t move. The girls had literally barricaded him in, like they’d suspected any open space might be the chance for him to slip away. They’d suspected well. They were the reason he’d pitied that dumb chicken.
Eotigan was funnily thinking of how to creatively shapen the one pillow the quaint hut had into a dummy of the strapping, 7ft male he was when he glanced down again and thought, "—I need a distraction. Well, how about three?"
Grinning to himself, he moved to enact his plan.
First, he snapped his fingers and the ambient temperature dropped ten degrees. Instinctively, Kambili—the furthest away snogged him in search for warmth. But she was still asleep.
Eotigan was unperturbed. Off the top of his head, he knew about two dozen devils who liked to fuck unsuspecting mortals in their sleep—most of them close family, but not he. Nope! He liked to see their response. He liked his women excited and turned-on. Unlike his second cousin, the Tetrach Vixanza, who just loved the opposite from his victims: fear, and the more turned-off the better.
Now the hut was colder and the girls literally on top of him, Eotigan took hold of Kambili’s dark hand and began tracing kisses on her inner wrist. She stirred. But when he moved up her palm, pulling one of her fingers softly into his mouth, her brown eyes went right open. . .eyes like the shores just outside. She blinked, watching him lick at her wrist. Fangs flashed, tearing into her mouth. She moved to hide them but his hand cupped her chin. "No hiding, woman," his timbre sang. She nodded, letting her fingers play into his morning scruff as she began slowly sliding down his body.
"I like, mhmm." Kambili purred, feeling under the sheets for the strong member of her sire.
"You want? Little fox?" Eotigan beamed. "Go on then."
Kambili tore the covers off all their bodies.
The other girls were rousing but not fully awake yet. Little Fox didn’t care. She angled her body down Eotigan’s long legs, positioning herself beneath him; her face showing underneath Inaia’s fat ass—whom was curled over Eotigan’s torso. Kambili would not let the nude sight of Inaia’s great butt deter her. If anything it made her hungrier. She put her head under the snowbunny’s cheeks, face almost in her moist cleft; Kambili smelled the growing heat of a waking Inaia but she was far more interested in the fat thing between Eotigan’s strapping thighs. She freed him, licking her fangs and dove right in.
Her first suck was slow and torturous. "Mhmmm...hmmm," she moaned long. She drew her pink tongue on him, sheathing his broad head in her mouth.
Eotigan gazed at her through the great curves of Inaia’s ass peaks. This woman was sucking his cock under another bitch’s ass. And THAT was a satanic delight to him.
Eotigan swelled more inside of her mouth. And Kambili went greedy. She began swirling her tongue around his girth because all of her mouth couldn’t quite hold him in. She made silly noises of pure need and her free hand massaged her own full chest, groping at her breasts. "Ahnnn," she went moaning, "oh fuck. Fuck! You taste so. . .fuckin’ hmm. I want this big cock.
—I want this cock in ma mouth. In ma pussy. I want it all." She went wild on him, going deep down and wheezing.
GLUUU—GLUUUGHFFF!
When Kambili came up for air, Inaia and Thyra were wide awake. Wide-eyed. Watching her with rapt lust and a mixture of admiration.
Thyra was particularly laid out on her back, just beside Eotigan’s right arm, which she grabbed onto as her free left hand rubbed circles over a dewy, damp pussy.
"Suck more," Thyra breathed. "Suck more dick, bitch."
Kambili was so horny her body was covered in a sheen of pheromonal sweat. She spat gently on Eotigan, watching his glistening shaft swell with branching veins. "Yes, you dirty... Thyra mewled, pushing one slow finger in. Eotigan relaxed his body and thoughts, wanting his girls to have their fun.
PAH!
"Bring that thing over." His left land landed a swift one over Kambili’s behind. She trembled as she turned to a sixty-nine position, submitting to his baritone. Now, she was on top of him.
Inaia was at his left. And Thyra, panting at his right, serving up a sex fever. Kambili still lapped desirably on his prominent nosh, but the second her pussy landed on his face—and she felt the heat of his mouth at her moist entrance and his nostrils sniffing up her ass—Kambili shot right up. "Oh gods, fuck! OHHHH FUUUUUCK..." She began trembling. "Shit. She’s coming," Inaia said sinfully, happily. Eotigan, Thyra, and Inaia gazed up at Kambili, her legs open over Eotigan’s face and sweet, sweet eyes as streams of cream white began squirting out of her.
She was half-standing, half-bent over him.
"Yes. Gods yes! Yeah...yeeaaahhhh...fuuuuuuccck—"
Her hands jerked his cock as her slit milked up and spurted hot fluid down her legs. "Look at her go." Eotigan growled. He smacked her upper thighs, repeatedly, causing her to writhe even more. Her own legs were barely holding her up. Thyra put her lips to Kambili’s ankle, naughty licking at the squirting that had dribbled down the yellowbone’s legs.
Kambili’s shivers subsided. Eotigan opened his arms to catch her if she fell. But she didn’t. What she did was move forward and drop to a squat. Using both her hands to grab and position his large erection, she promptly sat on his dick; her tangled, bronze mane fell back and she released a long, long howl.
Eotigan clutched to her wide hips, grinding his teeth at the utter tightness of her. If anyone were still asleep in the sublime island village, they sure as fuck were up now.