Chapter 741: Making The Heavens Moan
By the second night the sisters had been fucked relentlessly. Filled with so much of Cassius’s semen that their bellies bloated, their thighs slick with it, their mouths perpetually full.
They had swallowed more cum in two days than most prostitutes did in a lifetime.
They had been turned into complete slaves—not just figuratively, but literally, physically, spiritually.
They worshipped his cock.
And tonight, Cassius decided to give them a show.
He stood tall in the center of the room, his massive penis erect and throbbing, veins pulsing along its length. He stroked it slowly like he was putting on a divine show just for them.
The sisters knelt in a wide circle around him, hands clasped together in prayer—actual prayer, the same posture they used before the altar of the Goddess.
But their prayers were different now.
"Oh, Divine Cock of the Young Master." One sister chanted, tears streaming down her face. "Bless us with your holy semen. Cover us in your sacred seed."
"His shaft is magnificent." Another whispered reverently. "So thick. So long. Truly a gift from the heavens."
"Praise be to his balls." A third moaned, eyes glazed with devotion. "So full. So heavy. So generous with their offerings."
Cassius smirked, enjoying every second. He walked slowly around the circle, his cock swaying with each step, and the sisters turned their heads to follow it like sunflowers tracking the sun.
"What about you?"
He stopped in front of one sister, poking her forehead with the swollen tip.
"Do you want it in your mouth?"
She shuddered. Her eyes rolled back. Her lips parted.
"Yes." She gasped. "Yes, Lord! Please! Let me taste it! I’ve been so good—please—"
But he pulled away before she could grab it.
She whimpered in desperation.
He moved to another sister, tapping her cheek with his shaft. The sound was wet, obscene.
"What about you? Do you want me to shove it into your mouth?"
"YES!" She lunged forward, eager, lips wide open, tongue out. "Shove it in me, please! I want it! I NEED it! Fill my throat, Lord—"
He pulled away again.
She nearly fell over reaching for him.
Then he pointed at a third sister. Instead of poking her face, he rested the heavy shaft right on top of her head like a crown.
His balls dangled against her forehead, heavy and full.
"What about you, sister? Do you want to suck on these beautiful balls?"
She didn’t answer with words. She grabbed his balls with both hands and pulled them to her mouth, licking, sucking, taking them into her wet heat with sloppy, devoted moans.
"Yes." She groaned around his sac. "Yes, Lord...Thank you...Thank you for giving me this..."
The others whined with envy.
Cassius threw his head back and laughed.
"Look at all of you." His voice was warm, amused, utterly unashamed. "You came here to hunt me. To kill me. And now you’re begging for my seed."
"We were wrong, Lord!" A sister cried. "We didn’t know! We didn’t understand!"
"Forgive us!" Another pleaded. "Forgive us and fill us!"
"Use us, Lord! Use our bodies however you want!"
Cassius looked around the circle at the desperate, worshipping faces.
Their robes were discarded somewhere forgotten.
Their bodies were marked with bites and hickeys and dried sweat.
Their eyes were glazed with lust and devotion.
He had broken them.
Completely.
And he loved it.
Just then, Maria appeared.
She sauntered over from behind him, her hips swaying, her tail curling with pleasure.
She looked nothing like the Saintess of Compassion anymore.
She looked like sin incarnate.
She slipped her arms around Cassius from behind and reached down to grab his cock, stroking it firmly.
"Cassius, darling." She purred against his ear. "You’re teasing them too much. Just look at how those poor girls are begging."
She looked down at the sisters, who watched her hand work his shaft with jealous, hungry eyes.
"Don’t you think you should give them what they want?"
Cassius groaned as her thumb swirled around his tip. "Maria..."
She pressed her body against his back, her breasts flattening against his shoulder blades, and she channeled her succubus power directly into his cock.
The effect was immediate.
His shaft surged upward, growing even larger, veins pulsing violently. It lifted toward the ceiling, pointing straight up, and the tip swelled to an almost ridiculous size.
"Oh fuck!" Cassius gasped. "Maria, what did you—"
"Shh." She kissed his neck. "Just let it out, darling. Let it all out."
And then he came!
The first rope shot so high it nearly hit the ceiling.
The sisters gasped, watching it arc through the air like a geyser of white-hot seed.
It splattered across their upturned faces, dripping down their cheeks, their chins, their open mouths.
"IT’S COMING!" One screamed. "LORD CASSIUS’S SEED IS COMING!"
"OPEN YOUR MOUTHS!" Another shouted. "TAKE IT ALL!"
They threw their heads back, tongues out, eyes squeezed shut.
Rope after rope after rope of cum sprayed across them—not just a few spurts, but a continuous, torrential flood.
It was like a fountain. A waterfall. A baptism of semen.
"Holy shit—" Cassius couldn’t stop. Every time he thought he was done, another wave surged through him.
His balls were emptying completely, and yet there was more. "I can’t—I can’t stop—"
"Don’t stop." Maria whispered, still stroking him. "Don’t ever stop."
The sisters were drenched. Their hair was matted with cum. Their faces were painted white.
Their breasts dripped. They opened their mouths and let it fill them, swallowing desperately, trying to keep up with the deluge.
Some of them were crying. Tears of joy. Tears of devotion.
"Thank you, Lord...Oh thank you...Thank you..."
"Bless us...Bless us with your holy seed..."
"We’re not worthy...but please...PLEASE..."
When Cassius finally stopped, he collapsed backward onto the bed, his chest heaving, his softening cock still twitching.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then the sisters moved.
They scrambled onto the bed like a pack of starving dogs, surrounding him, fighting for position.
"MINE!" One shrieked, grabbing his cock. "I GET TO SUCK IT FIRST!"
"NO, ME! I WAS PRAYING HARDER!"
"FUCK OFF, IT’S MY TURN!"
They wrestled, shoved, clawed at each other. Someone bit someone else’s arm. Someone else yanked another’s hair.
It was chaos—naked, sweating, cum-covered chaos.
And then they settled.
They surrounded his cock in a tight circle, faces pressed together, and began to lick.
Tongues lapped at the shaft from every angle.
Lips kissed the tip.
Fingers gently cupped his balls.
They took turns. One would suck him deep into her throat while the others licked what they could reach.
Then they’d switch, rotating positions like it was a holy ritual.
Cassius lay there, completely overwhelmed, watching these women, these holy sisters worship his cock like it was the most sacred relic in existence.
"God damn." He breathed. "How did this happen?"
Two days ago, he had just been planning a wholesome date. A nice walk. Some flowers. Maybe a kiss at sunset.
Now he had not only fucked Maria—passionately, repeatedly, in every position imaginable—but he had also fucked every single one of her sisters.
All of them.
At once.
Multiple times.
He looked up at the ceiling to thank the Goddess above got giving such a gift—or rather, he tried to, but his view was blocked.
By Maria’s ass.
She stood directly over his face, legs spread, her fat, round cheeks hanging right above him.
Her pussy was wet and glistening, dripping with need, and she was looking down at him with a teasing, smug smile.
"What’s the matter, Cassius?" She wiggled her hips. "Were you trying to pray? Were you trying to pray to the Goddess above?"
She chuckled—a low, seductive sound.
"Well, you can’t do that. You’ve committed too many sins. The Goddess has already banned you from praying."
She leaned down slightly, her breasts swinging.
"Instead of praying to Her...I think you should pray to this pussy instead."
She reached down and spread herself open.
Her pink, glistening folds parted, revealing her clit, swollen and needy. A drop of her juice fell onto his lips.
"It’s time for your penance, Cassius." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Your punishment...is to eat my pussy out. To make thorough love to me with your tongue."
"And only when you make me orgasm and make me feel like I’m in heaven itself will you be absolved of all your sins."
Cassius didn’t hesitate.
He grabbed her fat ass with both hands, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, and pulled her down onto his face.
His tongue found her clit immediately, circling it, flicking it, sucking it into his mouth.
Maria moaned, grinding against his face, her breasts bouncing with each movement of her hips.
"Yes!♡~" She gasped. "Yes, Cassius!♡~ Just like that!♡~"
"Eat my pussy!♡~ Worship this pussy!♡~ Make me cum!♡~"
Her hands pressed against the headboard for support. Her head fell back. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.
The sisters, watching from the bed, moaned in sympathy.
They continued sucking and licking Cassius’s cock, but their eyes were fixed on Maria—on her pleasure, her ecstasy, her complete surrender.
The room was filled with moans now. Maria’s high, keening cries. The sisters’ wet, slurping sounds. The creak of the bed. The slap of skin against skin.
It was chaos.
It was debauchery.
It was one of the most beautiful thing Cassius had ever experienced.
Maria came first—screaming his name, her thighs clamping around his head, her juices flooding his mouth.
He swallowed greedily, lapping up every drop, and she collapsed onto the bed beside him, panting.
But the sisters weren’t done.
They crawled over to reach his cock, still fighting, still desperate.
"Me!"
"No, ME!"
"MINE!"
They fought over it like it was the last source of water in a desert. They sucked him until he was hard again, which didn’t take long and then they started riding him.
One sister climbed on top and sank down onto his shaft with a guttural cry. She bounced on him, her breasts flying, her head thrown back.
Another sister straddled his face. Another sat on his hand. They used every part of him.
And Cassius—poor, blessed, exhausted Cassius gave them everything.
He fucked them until they couldn’t walk. He ate them until they couldn’t speak. He filled them until they couldn’t take any more, and then he filled them again.
The tavern, which had been a simple building for drinking and sleeping, was transformed into something else entirely.
It was a church now.
A church filled with sisters and a saint. But not a church of worship and prayer.
It was the most lewd, debaucherous, sex-filled church that had ever existed in the world.
—
Up in the divine realms, the Goddess of Debauchery watched.
She had planned all of this—from the intercepted prayer to the succubus blessing to Maria’s transformation.
She had orchestrated everything.
But she hadn’t expected to be so...affected.
Her face was flushed. Her body was warm. Her thighs pressed together, trying to ease the ache between them.
She slid her fingers down her belly, under the hem of her robes, and touched herself.
She was soaking wet.
She stared at her glistening fingers for a long moment, then let out a nervous chuckle.
"As expected of my chosen one." Her voice was breathy. "The one even my sister loves so much."
"He truly is...quite talented in that aspect."
Her fingers then moved faster, matching the rhythm of Cassius’s hips as he fucked one of the sisters.
The room below was a symphony of pleasure—moans, screams, wet sounds, desperate pleas.
And the goddess above matched them, her own moans echoing through her empty palace.
This was too much. Too arousing. Too overwhelming.
She pulled her fingers out and let out a nervous chuckle.
"I need...I need some privacy."
She returned to her chambers, closed the door, and threw the bolt.
Before long, whimpers and moans began to drift from her room.
Soft at first, then louder, then desperate.
Her hand moved between her legs, fingers working frantically, as she imagined herself in the place of those sisters.
"Cassius..." She whispered to the empty room. "Oh, Cassius..."
And just like that, Cassius became the man who made not only all the women in the mortal world moan.
But those in the Heavens as well.