Once Omen finished drinking Harley's milk, he lounged back lazily on the copilot's seat, savouring the view of Harley devouring the scraps he'd coated in cum.
Her tongue greedily scooped every sticky, thick drop, mixing his cum with bits of pancake and egg before slurping it down like a starving stray mutt.
When Harley finished licking her lips clean of his semen, the jet finally approached close enough for her to switch gears and actually pilot the plane. Naked, her pale skin shining in the soft glow of dawn streaming through the cockpit window, Harley sat in the pilot's seat.
Her tits dripped milk heavily, staining her thighs, and the scent of fresh cum lingered in the air around her.
With surprising competence, she guided the plane toward coordinates only Omen could see clearly, her fingers moving over buttons and switches instinctively like a seasoned professional or a fighter pilot.
The jet smoothly pierced through layers of clouds, and Harley watched as an unnatural veil shimmered and slowly peeled away, revealing the mystical island hidden behind it.
"Preparing to land," Harley announced suddenly, her voice turning annoyingly serious, far too official and authoritative for Omen's liking.
Omen frowned slightly, unimpressed by her sudden change of demeanour as he leaned forward, staring out the cockpit window at the sprawling landscape below.
Themyscira came into view, a lush paradise filled with greenery, crystal-clear rivers, imposing temples, and old towers rising proudly toward the sky.
Harley's eyebrow shot up when she noticed the scene below: countless tall, muscular, and beautifully sculpted Amazons were gathered on the island's shoreline, all completely nude and openly celebrating, dancing and jumping with joy at the arrival of their promised god.
Some had already prepared a makeshift landing pad made from marble slabs, draped in silk banners, as others held up perfectly detailed golden dildos, all lovingly crafted in Omen's image.
"Well, would ya look at that, Bossman," Harley said, her seriousness replaced instantly by crude amusement with her lips curled into a playful smirk as she skillfully guided the jet down, setting it gently upon the landing area, which trembled under the plane's weight, "looks like your loyal cock-worshippin' bitches are ready to throw the party of the century."
Omen stood up, snapping his fingers casually, "Suit up, slut. You're coming out properly dressed," he commanded flatly.
Within seconds, Harley's body was wrapped snugly back in her newly modified jester suit, which now accommodated her massive tits and highlighted her fat bubble butt.
She giggled as she adjusted the fabric over her swollen breasts, bouncing playfully to test its limits and before Harley could react further, Omen conjured a thick leather dog leash out of thin air, dangling it in front of her face.
"Put this on," Omen ordered coldly, holding it out in her face, with Harley's eyes gleaming with perverse excitement at the thought of being further treated like a bitch, which she was.
Without hesitation, she clipped the leash around her neck and obediently dropped down onto all fours as her ass thrust up high, swaying temptingly as she waited patiently for her new god to parade her before his future sex slaves.
With Harley leashed like a bitch, Omen opened the jet door. Instantly, a wave of passionate screams and cheers rushed over them as hundreds of beautiful, nude Amazon women, with their muscular bodies glistening with sweat under the morning sun, gathered around the landing pad, desperately trying to catch even the slightest glimpse of the divine being who'd arrived to claim them.
Some of the Amazons fainted in sheer awe and desire; others proudly waved their intricately carved dildos, shouting about how they'd been lovingly crafting replicas of Omen's cock for decades, some even centuries, eager to finally replace cold stone, marble or gold with the real, throbbing flesh they'd dreamed about for generations.
From the chaos of lust and worship, a towering figure emerged from the horny crowd, Queen Hippolyta stepped forward, standing at an impressive 6'8, she dwarfed both Omen and Harley.
Her body was sculpted from years of disciplined training and combat, her huge tits strained against the shimmering golden silk robe that barely contained them. Each breast was easily the size of Harley's head, and given Hippolyta's towering stature, even these enormous globes seemed modestly proportioned. Her hair, a striking blend of blonde and black, cascaded over muscular shoulders, framing a beautiful face with symmetrical proportions.
"My god," Hippolyta spoke, her voice resonating with respectful reverence and hidden excitement. She lowered herself gracefully onto her knees before Omen, her eyes submissive yet burning with desire for his cock, "we have awaited your arrival for centuries. Please allow me the honour of guiding you to your throne."
Omen smirked smugly, his cock twitching beneath his toga at the sight of the proud queen humbling herself before him, without a word, he began walking confidently through the adoring crowd, Harley crawling obediently behind him, with the leash held tight in his grasp.
Her fat tits swayed heavily beneath her, milk dripping from her nipples, leaving a wet trail across her suit bust as she moved.
Queen Hippolyta led Omen toward the largest temple on the island, its imposing structure towering above everything else on the island. The closer they got, the louder the Amazons cheered and cried out their devotion, promising endless pleasures and fertility to their god.
Harley grinned lewdly, savouring every degrading step, occasionally turning to flash a cocky wink at any Amazon brave enough to meet her gaze.
Inside the majestic temple, Hippolyta escorted Omen directly to the grand throne room, a vast chamber intricately decorated with gold, marble, and precious gems, massive statues depicting Omen's perfect form stood at every corner, and the air was adorned with luxurious incense.
"This throne is yours, my Lord," Hippolyta said to Omen, bowing deeply, her massive tits hanging heavily beneath her, barely concealed by silk, her stiff nipples poking eagerly through the fabric, "your rule begins here, over Themyscira, and soon, over all the world."
Omen nodded slightly, silently approving of the queen's subservience. Omen stepped onto the throne, turning and sitting gracefully upon his newly acquired throne. Harley knelt proudly at his feet.
Hippolyta stayed bowed low, trembling with restrained desire, waiting patiently for her god's next command, ready and eager to finally surrender herself fully to the divine cock she'd spent centuries longing for.
Hippolyta's head moved up slightly, and her eyes widened at his words, swallowing hard as her hands clenching against her thighs as she knelt lower, her forehead nearly touching the floor in a dogeza.
Her voice was soft but laced with desperation as she answered, "Princess Diana… she is in the training fields, my Lord. She has been preparing herself for you since birth, as the prophecy demanded. Her body… and her womb… all of her has been saved for this moment."
Omen smiled on his throne, with his fingers curling in Harley's damp blonde hair, stroking it like a pet as she knelt between his feet, Omen could feel Harley shivering at his feet, the word "impregnate" making her whimper like a bitch begging for scraps, even though she knew he wasn't talking about her this time.
"Bring her here," Omen ordered, "and make sure she understands exactly why her god wants her."
"Yes, my Lord," Hippolyta said instantly, rising to her feet in one fluid, graceful motion.
The mighty queen of Themyscira, a woman who had bent empires to her will in the past, was now just another obedient bitch rushing to fetch her daughter for breeding. Her heavy tits swayed beneath the thin silk of her robe as she hurried out of the throne room, shouting sharp commands to her guards to summon Diana immediately.
Omen leaned back in his throne, his legs spreading wider, pulling Harley closer by the leash until her face was pressed right up to his crotch, "You hear that, hole?" he said, "the first thing your boss does in this temple is put a baby in a demi-goddess' womb, a mighty princess is about to end with her pussy gaping and her ovaries drowning in cum before her island follows, and after im done with them, I'll impregnate you."
Harley moaned pathetically, nuzzling his bulge through the toga,"Bossman… makin' babies with the perfect bitch herself… fuck, that's so hot," she said against his cock, breathless and needy, rubbing her face harder as if she could grind the image into her skull. "Bet she's been dreamin' about it for years, huh? Trainin' that fat Amazon pussy just to stretch around this monster…"
"Damn right," Omen said with a cruel grin, tugging her leash tighter until she whimpered, choking slightly, "every night since she was born, I've made sure she saw me in her dreams, every time she trained, every time she swung a sword or ran a race, she wasn't training to be a warrior, she was training to be just another slave. Every muscle on that perfect body exists to please me. Every breath she's taken has been leading her right here, right under my cock."
The thought made Harley's eyes glaze over completely, her thighs rubbing together shamelessly as milk leaked freely from her tits, dripping onto the pristine marble floor of the temple. She mouthed dumbly at the shape of his cock through the toga, murmuring filth under her breath about Diana's fat tits, her virgin cunt finally getting split open by godly cock, how the golden princess would probably thank him with tears running down her cheeks after the first time he made her cum.
The distant sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the temple as dozens of Amazonian heels clicked against marble. The great doors swung wide, and a procession of armoured Amazons entered, escorting their beloved princess as an offering to their god.
Diana stepped forward from the group, barefoot, her powerful, muscular body almost glowing in the morning light streaming through the temple windows.
She wasn't in armour, she wore only a thin white gown that clung to her thick curvy body like mist, showing off every line of her carved abs, the swell of her huge tits, the curve of her hips.
A golden circlet rested on her brow, her long dark hair flowing loose around her shoulders, and her blue eyes locked on Omen's with an expression that was pure, unfiltered worship.
She sank to her knees immediately alongside her mother, the rest of the Amazon's following, lowering her head almost to the ground as her voice trembled in reverence, "My Lord… I have awaited this moment every day of my life," Diana said, "I am yours to command, yours to breed, and yours to own forever. Please… grant me the honour of carrying your first child."
The crowd of Amazons moaned in unison, some even sinking to their knees themselves, overcome by the divine moment they were witnessing.
Harley's mouth hung open in awe before she giggled, licking her lips as she whispered, "Holy shit, boss… she's already wetter than a sewer in Gotham just beggin' like that. This island was fuckin' made for you."
Omen rose from his throne slowly, the toga shifting as his cock tented high, casting a shadow on the marble floor.
He descended the steps with measured, powerful strides, stopping in front of Diana, towering over her as she kept her forehead pressed to the ground like the most devoted of slaves. Even then, he could see that Diana was massively taller than he was, probably 7 feet tall.
His hand reached out, gripping her chin roughly, lifting her face up so she had to look at him, her cheeks flushed and both lips parted, "You'll get what you want, princess," Omen said warmly, "but understand this… once I put my seed in you, you'll never be a true warrior again, you may fight, be a hero even, but once I call for you, you'll be a slave, and that all you'll ever be."
Diana's eyes burned with need as she whispered without hesitation, "I was born for nothing else, my Lord. Please… make me, make us yours."
Omen grinned, then glanced back at Harley, giving the leash a tug. "Watch close, hole," he ordered, his gaze turning back to Diana, "this is how you break a goddess."