1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 11: The God-King


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Incest, Male / Females, Male/Female, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex, Rape, Sado-Masochism, Threesome, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    other prisoners watched in horror at Milly's cruelty. My pussy wept juices. “Samurai,” Brandon said. “You have again crushed my enemies and delivered me such delightful spoils.” “It is my honor to serve.” Brandon glanced at me. “And such fidelity deserves its reward.” I snapped my fingers, pointing at the Samurai's back. My hound growled, his claws clicking on the brass as he sprang, leaping in the air at the Samurai. “My Lord,” Orihime cried in warning. The Samurai rose and turned, moving faster than a man in armor should. He shoved Orihime out of the way of my hound's leap with one hand, the other drawing his katana in a blur. Chisato and Hikaru, his other concubines, moved behind him, gasping in alarm. The sword sliced through the air and glanced off the leathery hide of my beast. I laughed as my hound crashed into the Samurai, throwing him to the floor. I walked forward reaching Orihime as she scrambled to her feet. I seized her hand, pulling her to me, my lips pressing on hers, claiming her mouth as mine. She struggled in my arms, fighting me as my hands tore her yukata open, her large breasts spilling out. My hands found her heavy orbs, squeezing and kneading her delightful, spongy melons, her nipples hardening beneath my assault. Over her shoulder, I watched the Samurai. He was pinned beneath my hound, the beast growling, dripping saliva on the warrior's demonic war mask. One of my beast's paws was planted on the Samurai's sword arm the other on his chest. I kissed ...
    harder, pinching Orihime's nipple with one hand, the other thrusting between her thighs and shoving two fingers into her pussy. She shuddered, her body responding to my touch. I pumped my fingers, breaking the kiss to whisper in her ear. “I want you to cum while my beast devours your love,” I purred, my thumb grinding on her clit. My beast snapped its jaws down at the Samurai's face, catching his war mask and prying it off. It threw the twisted metal away and lunged again. The Samurai roared, thrusting his left arm up, catching the beast's lower jaw and stopping its snapping bite. The Samurai strained as I pumped my fingers faster in Orihime. “He struggles so vainly to survive, but it's futile,” I moaned, slipping a third finger into the whore's cunt. “You've seen my beast feast. He devours souls. Your love will be gone forever.” “No!” Orihime roared, her hands pushing at me, trying to shove me away. “My love,” Chisato cried out, and suddenly the helpless woman was clad in armor, a naginata in her hand. She swung the pole-arm, the sword-like blade at the end crashing into my hound's shoulder. Hikaru also became clad in armor, an asymmetrical bow, the yumi, appearing in her hands. She pulled and released, an arrow feathering my hound's eye. The beast howled in pain, lunging back from the Samurai, trying to use its great paw to pull out the shaft. “What?” I demanded. “How?” “Do you think our Lord did not see your lust-filled eyes,” Orihime hissed. I gasped as she planted a knife ...
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