The icy mud seeped into my clothes, clung to my skin, and drained my strength. I was barely aware of still being alive when they threw themselves on me. Two women, two different bodies but burning with the same need, crashed against mine with an animal urgency. Their clammy hands slid over my arms, over my chest, their heavy breasts pinning me into the damp earth as if to nail me there.
The first, the widow, was still sobbing. Her tears traced shining furrows down her cheeks soiled with ash. She pressed herself against me, her swollen chest crushing my ribcage, her thick thighs tightening around my hip as if to already ensnare me. Her broken voice strangled in a breath of distress:
— "It's been so long… my thighs are burning… take me, fill me… save my lineage…"
Before I could answer, the other shoved her violently aside. The warrior, panting, green eyes burning with wounded pride, grabbed me by the shoulders and leaned over me. Her caramel skin glistened with sweat, her parted lips blowing feverish breath onto me. Her breasts, firm and erect beneath the torn straps of leather, rubbed against my already clammy chest.
— "No… I want him first!" she roared, her voice cracked with urgency. "His cock is mine, I want to feel his heat inside me… right now…"
Their bodies almost clashed above me, each pulling in a direction, each trying to dominate. In this sweaty struggle, my arms were seized, my chest crushed under two rival masses of flesh, my legs pinned by their sweat-slick thighs. My breath grew short, ragged, and the seal on my chest began to throb harder, as if it were feeding on their contradictory desires.
Every time my hands, against my will, touched a bare shoulder, a clammy hip, a trembling thigh, a moan burst from their throats. Broken sounds, uncontrolled, that seemed to escape them despite their pride.
— "Hhhhaaahhh… aahhh…!" moaned the widow, burying her face against my neck.
— "Nnnnnhhh… aaahhh…!" groaned the warrior, her teeth grazing my lip in a threat of a bite.
Their words, their pleas, their moans mingled in a feverish chaos that blurred my senses. They didn't just want a man, they demanded survival, a legacy, and I, trapped between their thighs and breasts, was reduced to that role of instrument.
They eventually came to an accord in that turmoil. The widow pressed her trembling lips against mine, a wet kiss, almost desperate, as if she sought to suck out my soul.
Her thighs crushed down on either side of my hips, engulfing my cock in their moist heat. She lowered herself slowly, like a priestess in a sacred ritual, but her broken moans betrayed something other than liturgy. Her heavy breasts slapped against my chest in thick swings, their clammy stickiness mingling with the dripping paint on my skin.
— "Aaaahh… your cock… it's tearing me apart…" she panted, her trembling mouth pressed against my ear. "Harder… yes, fill me… all the way…!"
Her hips rolled, striking mine with increasing frenzy, more and more disordered. Each thrust wrenched a guttural cry from her throat, a mix of pain and pleasure. My body burned. The seal vibrated like a forge, sending jolts into my belly and down into my loins. My hands clenched on her thick thighs, and I felt her contracting around me, as if her whole body sought to devour me.
— "Hhhhaaahhh… aaahhh…!" Her eyes rolled halfway back. "I… I've never… felt this…!"
Her breasts swung so low they crushed my face. I suffocated, trapped in that clammy mass, my nostrils drowned in her scent of sweat and burning flesh. Instinctively, I pushed against her chest, desperate for air. She burst into a broken laugh, hiccupping with pleasure:
— "Yesss… smother yourself in my tits… taste all of me…!"
I gasped when I finally freed my mouth, but the fever held me. The seal exalted me, filled me with a new hunger. My hands no longer tried to push her away; they gripped her hips, dragging her down harder, faster, as if I wanted her to crush me even more.
— "It's… too much…" I gasped, throat dry. "I… I'm going to…"
— "Yes… cum…!" she screamed, her nails gouging into my chest. "Pour it into me… make my belly vibrate…!"
Her movements grew chaotic, desperate, each plunge of her hips dragging out a cry. Her body streamed with sweat, her thighs trembled, and her moans filled the air like an animal song.
— "Aaahhh… nnnnhhh… haaaahhh…!"
The seal exploded in red light. Runes burst into the air, blazing as if seared into the stone and our flesh. A burning heat surged out of me into her, and I felt her convulse, scream, break in my arms.
— "Hhhhaaaa…! Oooohhh…!" Her cries dissolved into sobs, her tears spilling down my face.
I arched in turn, chest on fire, unable to hold back the rising wave. A ragged groan ripped from me as I came inside her, violently, each pulse shaking my body like a thunderclap. She screamed at the same time, her belly clenching around me, her nails raking my skin down to blood. The seal blazed and absorbed it all: our cries, our spasms, the clammy tangle of our bodies, down to the last shudder.
When she finally collapsed on me, her breasts still trembling against my chest, I breathed with difficulty, but a fevered smile split my lips. Her lineage had been saved. And I… I was no longer the same man.
The warrior had not endured the sight of the widow straddling me, writhing like a possessed woman. Her green eyes blazed, her furious breath trembling on her cracked lips. She still limped from her wound at the hip, but her pride burned sharper than her pain. She threw herself on me with the ferocity of a wounded beast, yanking my arms to smash me against a broken totem.
The shock of rough wood cut into my back, but I had no time to cry out. Already she had seized me, her thighs locked tight around my hips, her calloused hands sinking into my skin. Her leather armor, torn at the flanks, hung in tatters. Her breasts sprang free in a bounce, firm, jutting, rebounding against my battered chest. Sweat beaded on her hard nipples, and each movement pressed them harder against me.
— "Hhhhaaahhh…" she panted, her eyes shining with a wicked fever. "I don't care about being second… I want more than she had… I want all of you…!"
Her hips rolled with brutal force. I choked, caught between pain and the fever rising inside me. The seal throbbed so violently it nearly tore moans from me.
— "I… I can't…" I gasped, throat tight. "It's too much…"
She answered with a bite. Her teeth sank into my shoulder, the metallic taste of my blood filling the air. Her nails raked across my chest, gouging red furrows that mingled with sweat and dust. Her eyes sparkled, mad with hunger.
— "Yes! More!" she roared, her cry breaking into a growl. "Cum in me, spill yourself, make me a fulfilled woman!"
Her hips pounded against mine in a savage, chaotic rhythm, as if she wanted to crush me between her thighs. Each impact dragged a guttural scream from her throat.
— "Nnnhhh… aaahhh… hhhaaahhh…!"
The seal blazed with searing red. Heat surged in my belly, coursed into her loins, and each pulse drove us deeper into the trance. She screamed suddenly, her whole body arching in violent convulsions.
— "Yyyyhhhaaaaahhh… aaaaahhh…!"
A strangled groan ripped through me as I came in her, each release wracking my loins like a storm. She screamed, her claws digging deeper, her belly spasming around me in brutal contraction. The seal throbbed to the breaking point, swallowing our mingled ecstasy, flooding the air with a burning red heat.
She trembled for a long while, panting, her breasts crushed against me, her moans dying into ragged sighs. Then a victorious smile split her fevered face.
— "Hhhhaaahhh… our tribe… will be reborn…"
They were both panting, their bodies still dripping with sweat and tears, but neither yielded. Their eyes locked, heavy with rancor and greed.
Each wanted me for herself, and yet the burning seal on my chest bound them to the same frenzy. In that charged silence, they chose the most brutal path: instead of pushing each other away, they assaulted me together.
The widow, trembling but possessed, straddled me again, her thighs crushing mine, her hips already seeking the rhythm that had shaken her before. Her sweaty chest collapsed onto mine, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She panted, her open mouth at my cheek, muffled moans spilling out like an animal's whimper.
— "Yesss… again… your cock inside me… I'm so full… keep going, fill me more…!"
The warrior, furious at being excluded, leaned over me at once. She seized my mouth with hungry violence, her tongue almost choking me in a fevered kiss. Her hands pinned me to the ground, my wrists nailed in the mud, while her firm breasts crushed against my chest, colliding with the widow's in a mute battle.
— "Don't stop… cum in me too!" she growled between kisses, her voice hoarse and cracked with fever. "Empty yourself in our cunts… use us like sluts… crush us to the end!"
I suffocated, trapped in their tangled bodies, their smells of sweat, earth, and sex saturating the air. Their mouths fought over my breath, their heavy breasts smothered me like a prison of flesh, and their mingled moans pounded in my ears. The seal pulsed so hard my belly burned.
— "I… I'm going to… aaahhh…!" I gasped, strangled.
They screamed together, their faces close, their fever-bright eyes locked on me:
— "Yesss… cum in us! Fill us! Make us yours!"
Their cries merged with my groans, and their synchronized moans created a kind of chant, a savage trance that made the ruins around us tremble. The seal erupted in red light, each pulse illuminating our tangled bodies as if carved in fire.
Then, above them, I saw her. The Goddess. Her golden eyes blazing, her smile both tender and cruel, her body haloed in sacred light. Her voice descended upon us like a caress, yet it resounded like a sentence:
— "Yes… continue. Every womb filled is an altar."
And in that divine breath, the trance stretched on, our cries mingling into an offering none of us could control for hours.
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Silence fell at once, heavy, oppressive, broken only by our ragged breaths.
The widow and the warrior lay beside me, their bodies covered in mud and red marks. Their thighs still trembled, spread wide, and their cunts dripped with hot cum, whitish streams running down their legs to mix with the damp earth. Their heavy bellies throbbed with their panting, swollen with what they had received.
They were no longer fighters, nor proud women. Just two exhausted bodies, streaming, emptied, eyes half-closed, lips parted to let out ragged sighs. The widow pressed her clammy hands to her belly as if to hold in what she already carried. The warrior curled on her side, squeezing her sticky thighs together, fists buried in the mud, her heavy breasts crushed against the ground.
It was then I heard them. Footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Then voices, guttural, almost growls. The two women jolted, their eyes widening in terror.
Behind the broken columns, four figures appeared. Demons. Tall, massive, muscles knotted, dark skin gleaming with rain, yellow eyes shining in the gloom. They held rusty axes, crude blades, and advanced with chilling certainty.
I sat still for a moment, panting, my chest smeared with fluids and sweat. But the seal on my chest began to beat again, incandescent, flooding every vein like a forge. It was no longer the fire of lust: it was a new, brutal hunger, demanding blood.
The MILFs huddled together, trembling, still dripping with what I had left in them. They had nothing left to give, nothing left to survive. Everything depended on me.
I lowered my eyes to my hands, clawed, smeared with mud and cum, and my breath grew heavier.
Then I murmured, throat raw but my voice filled with terrible resolve:
— "To protect our first faithful… I will have to kill."