The lustias castle was one of the greatest castles of hell. The things is, it had never witnessed around 356 children in a huge playground where they would play safely. They were only 1 year old and yet they had never seen their dad. After all, they were taken care of by their mother. However, there was something to it: most of these succubi and incubi would have white skin along with the natural features of their respective mothers like horns and tails. After all, their main race was succubi. But it seemed that the genome of the father had taken over the succubus gene.
As they approached the Castle, he could actually sense that its population had increased since he left. No surprise? He had impregnated most of its women as a part of his liberation. The only thing they could actually expect was too use his own time up for the new generations that could give him a new illusion for what he wanted to do with them: he wanted to get to know them deeply. However, this was the greatest pleasure for the early sage of life.
Basil: Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. That is why I should do with them. But in a better way so I can let them know how much I love them. However, All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
He knew the way to get closer to his children was to get closer to their mother: no shit Sherlock his concubines. In that way, he could actually hold himself accountable. In that way, Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them. But that could not be further from the truth, that is why he had to show up for his own children the way he could understand what they were trying to do for him. However, Let children read whatever they want and then talk about it with them. If parents and kids can talk together, we won't have as much censorship because we won't have as much fear.
Lloid: That is dad. Mother told me that he would come back someday. This is our chance to know him! DAD! It is me. I was the first one to be born. I have been telling our brothers not to hate you.
As Basil saw his first born son, his eyes were watering as if he had seen his mother. He had golden eyes with omega symbols in his eyes. However, there was something to it. His spirit was a multiverse Z Typhon that was sleeping. He seemed to be enthusiastic about getting to know him. After all, it was the first time he saw his father. That is to say that his aura had become a new chasing aura for the
Jessica: HMM…I do not actually get why father has got another women… after all, he has got too many women. We should tell mom about this. She will not be happy. And also, she is extremely strong.
As for this little girl, she had purple eyes with Alpha symbols in her irisis and yet she spread a super strong aura. After all, she had reached the ancient rank in a year. Her spirit was Jörmungandr. Her mental space was a big as a galaxy. To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death. After all, no one could see how much she missed him.
Percival: HAHAH! Father. I have been waiting for you! Our battle will be legendary. You gotta wait for me! I will have my vengeance. The depths of hell will not hold me back. And You will not see the end of this. I will have my revenge. Hide yourself in God, so when a man wants to find you he will have to go there first. That is what mom said to my sister, but are you worthy of my mothers.
He greeted all his children before getting into the palace: they were all amazing.
After hearing this, he actually laughed: it was ridiculous that a child could ever think that way to overwhelm his own father. You are not what others think you are. You are what God knows you are. This is what he thought when looking at them. The very image of glory could be nothing but real dreams. His spirit was the multiversal A chaotic Rah sun
As he got into the castle, everyone recognized him. This made he central swarm engulfs Basil now100 succubi piling in layered orifices: mouths slurping his balls in sloppy glurk-glurk symphonies ("Slurp-ahh! Tastes like infinities of fate and heaven AHH!"), baby making houses and voluptuous figures mounting his thighs as if he were ultimate tyrannosaurs ,arms like gods, even tail-formed appendages from his logos-might will as if he had conquered them and tamed again, every epic thrust a purposeful quake for it was his choice to do so. THRUST! lifts a dozen airborne of sadness, impaling three at once on his forearm-ram, their wails peaking.
—AHHH! Arm-fuck annihilation! Mmmph-yes!", sensory deluge of slick friction that could take elephants in seconds, tails whipping his chest, wings battering air into moan-amplified winds, as Basil roars, absorbing waves of their dark mana, his cock surging to pierce a hovering cluster.
That said, you could hear an EPIC SLAM of eternal salvation! twenty clits grinding his length in rotating vise, moans fracturing into chorus
—Ahhh! Rune-burns so good! Ohhh, thrust harder, superhuman god like your super called overman! imperfect chaos: one slips mid-air with a giggly
—Oops-ahh!, tumbling into another's lap for accidental scissoring, fueling Basil's humor-laced growl of destiny as he redirects with multiversal telekinesis that could take down numerous gods, stacking them anew as if he were epitome of masculinity, while climax builds in the rear guard's frenzy ast 150 succubi forming a writhing wall of holes, Basil diving in like a singularity storm that he was preparing since he got his new martial technique : purposeful mega-thrusts alternate. CRASH! THRUST! buries his super legendary sword through five baby making houses in chain-link, barrelling deeper with each ripple of eternal light.
("AHHHH! Chain-skewer ecstasy!"), figures clapping back in fleshy waves, melodious voices a deafening opera like Back making his wife break the world in a symphony "Mmm-ahh! Absorb my core! Ohhh fuck-yes!"his hands fisting clusters, fingers plunging knuckle-deep into spasming slits of ethereal initiation, thumbs circling clits in rune-traced circles that ignite essence like hellfire blooms, sensory overload grounding it all: sweat-slick scales grinding his abs, nectar puddles steaming underfoot, the air thick with musk and squish-squelch symphonies, one succubus biting her lip bloody mid-moan
—Ahh! Blood-lust thrust of damnation!"
as Basil's absorption peaks, bloating his form with their collective power that not even Marx could ever imagine for the great power scale in the world, culminating in the final epic crescendo: all 300 converge in ultimate pilebodies layered in every orifice configuration of what it means to be alive, Basil's cock threading a gauntlet of 50 clenching cunts at once via stretched reality-warps, hips hammering in relentless scheme of the place of destiny
—THUD-THUD-BOOM KABOOM! rhyth"AHHHHHH! Epic god-thrusts of hell! Mmmph-ahh, we're shattering the wholeness!"melodious voices unifying into a singular wail as he unleashes, torrents of multiversal seed erupting like cosmic jets, bloating bellies across the horde of the best wine that you could ever drink from a woman, overflowing in creamy geysers that drench the cavern of what we would call the harvest of the Persian, succubi convulsing in chain-temptations
—"Ohhh yes! Filled-ahh! Absorbed forever like you do to me every time you get stronger, LABUBU OF MINE!"—tails limp, wings drooping in exhausted bliss as if he were better than any nopor actor, Basil withdrawing with a final purposeful POP!, their essences now his, the hive reduced to a panting, seed-glazed sea of devoted thralls like the roman halls in ancient Rome.