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Oedipus Rex

Isis was thrown onto the plush surface of their bed and stripped of her attire. Otho easily stripped himself of his own clothes and loomed above her with his marge hard length jutting from be of curls.A handful of her breasts were cupped within each massive and calloused hand. Tugging upon the taut peaks of her bust. Admittedly her sex was damp from want, only at his actions. With ease he flipped her over, with lack of gentleness and grabbed a hip in each hand and spit upon her puckered rose. The idea of bearing a child was hopeless to him, so there would be no ritualistic wooing. A large thumb tracing down her backside and pierced the tight hole before removing it and Jamming his generous length within her, with no remorse. Isis panted with jagged breaths as his grip upon her hips kept her from moving. The nerve lined walls of her backside ignited with a sensual feeling she could not deny liking.Her body hugged him tightly, trying to force his invasive length out, only to have him burrow deeper until he was buried up to the hilt. her heart raced a moans spilled forth from her lips. Oblivious of events taking place in another wing.

The women watched in awe as the masked man jested with the large champion. How could they say no? His length was certainly inviting. The each wandered over and one even ran a finger along his oil covered length. Another straddled the mans neck, facing the masked man. each assisting in their own way.
 
"Gifts from the Gods..." The mask brushed over the breasts of one who stood near him, the large snout making up the difference in their heights. "Minos, isn't this great? You were supposed to have five goddesses and now you have a god thrown in as well!" He took some cast off clothing and made a leash for Minos, pulling him onto all fours where he had the others finger his ass and begin to spread the cheeks, the masked one's powers somehow extending to having the dirtier stuff inside him vanish. "Watch closely, girls. When I pull out you will need to cram as much of my cum into your cunts as you can before I force this into you." The nob, large than a fig, pushed at Mino's entrance before pushing itself in with a muffled pop from the oils. He began to thrust in slowly, flexing his muscles for the women before speeding up, balls slapping the warrior's ass as his own shapely rear showed itself off. He released a scent to get the women randy, with his testosterone egging on their estorgen. The same was to happen with the man, though getting his testosterone flowing as well as the Soudanese priest made him his bitch.
 
Isis was begging pleading for more. Red hand prints upon each voluptuous cheek of her backside. Her hair pulled back, in the clutches of meaty fists as panted moans slipped from her lips. Forcing her into pleasure until she could no longer stand it, and even in her weakened form, Otho was not done. When the time came that he was finally done, the brawny male would fall to a heap upon the surface of their bed. Spent on adrenaline and far to many drinks. He would surely not remember what he had even done when the sun inevitably came to a rise. Isis, however would wake up soon afterward, feeling well used and filled with the seaman of her husband. It would do no good this time, just as it had others. Slender fingers raked through tousled tendrils as she sat up in their big bed. The oh too familiar sight of her husband snoring in his attire from the day and her backside burning from the attention of Otho's hand.


The women were drugged at his actions. They knew not what had come over them, but they were aching for his cum. The sight of his dominance over the champion, Minos was a sight to behold. Minos pounded a fist upon the ground as his backside was thoroughly stretched with the man's invasive length pistoning inside of him. Deep groans left the man's lips, not in pain... no... in submission. Pure submission as he took the pounding he was dealt.
 
It would be an understatement to say that the masked man was enjoying himself. He was getting a thrill that had long been absent back in the Soudan, forcing himself onto the prime male of the celebration and humiliating him infront of the women he was soon to claim. It had been good to take this vacation. He had nearly run out of females back in his homeland hat weren't heavy with his offspring. Maybe he should see about some cultural exchange so he could get local priestesses and noblewomen to return with him. "I'm knocking you up little bitch." He didn't know how that phrase would go down locally but if the champion had any fight left in him he would react. If not he was broken in enough and he would pull out, ready to claim the women as well as his cock dripped in Siemens as his balls overflowed and filled their wombs. So long as they didn't try to escape.
 
Isis slipped on her attire and left her husband to slumber away. Fixing up her tousled tendrils on a circlet comprised of golden leaves before she left her bedchambers and headed to see how her champion was fairing. Before she reached the room her ears heard, "I'm knocking you up little bitch." And she could not help but sigh as she was not surprised at the sight when she walked into the room. "Women! Out!" Isis order eliciting whimpers and sighs of disappointment from their lips as they reluctantly left the room. "You can not knock up everyone here." She stated in an almost 'matter of fact' like tone. Considering the fact that she deemed it a fact since she, herself could not conceive a child. "If you think you can knock anyone up.... try me...." Her eyes paid no attention to the champion on his knees who looked as though he were on the verge of blacking out. Either form the pain or the pleasure, most likely a combination of the two, but it did not matter to Isis.
 
The masked man looked up slightly perturbed at the women who came into scare off his targets. Off course he couldn't knock everyone up, he had been humiliating a man! He continued pointedly to tuck the man a bit longer until she spoke about knocking her up. "I will be allowed to try knocking everyone else up if I can do the same to you? He asked, withdrawing after a quick orgasm flooded the champion's ass. He pulled out and let the man fall, then stood and walked over to the richly clad woman before him. He had never had a queen before. Neither a queen of his own or one from a different land or of a king's wife. His large cock stood up still, oozing cum from it's large shaft, the sides wet and creamy from his last eruption. "Get over her and sit." An authoritan rumble came from within his chest as he sat down upon what would easily pass as a throne in most countries.
 
Isis was surprised at his confidence. Her eyes rest upon the sight of her well used champion while listening to the strange man's question. Her husband was well passed out from liquor and sexual exhaustion. The odds of her getting pregnant were not in her favor. Was bearing a child worth impregnating everyone else? "Yes. If I can bear a healthy child, then yes. You can impregnate everyone else here." The sight of him shook her nerves and yet she did not know why. The Queen sauntered over. A rare delicacy to many men. For a moment she stood before him. A finger tracing along the length of his cum coated length. It almost made her tremble. With a bit of hesitance, she did as she was told. A soft gasp escaping her lips.
 
The masked man watched as the queen trembled before him. Was the quivering from fear, lust, disgust with him or herself? It would all turn to lust soon enough, if his experiences told him anything. Sooner than later, it would see, as the woman began to lower herself onto his thick cock, already wet by the looks of it. Same with the feel. He slid inside her with a quick thrust upwards to attempt to throw her off balance as a hand culled over of her largest breasts. There was something especially appealing in this one woman's breastwork, though he did not know why. His diety knew, but would not tell him, instead causing him to sweat more as his balls churned up large amounts of especially thick semen. His Diety wanted many kids out of this woman as possible so who was he to say no?
 
He certainly wasted no time diving in the depths of her sex and ripping a gasp from her lips. The hands upon her breasts were disturbingly arousing. You would think her dislike of him would be a turn off. All she needed was his cum, her own arousal was not necessary in this factor. Her hands resting upon the side of his thighs. All she wanted was to bear a healthy breathing child. Something her husband, both past and current, had failed to do. Her walls clenched around his length in a pending release. Her breathing got a bit heavy. Eyes laden from sexual arousal and the tension building up in her loins. She prayed for a child. A child she would adore. Little did she know who the child's father would be. She did have one question for the masked man when they were ever through.
 
"Fairly roomy inside." The man commented as he went back to where he came from, pelvis first. He was fairly certain that he could get this woman with child, as not only had he seldom failed but there was some stretching suggesting she had had a child before. Seemed that it might have been a bit large though. He did not know how much the birth had taken it's toll one her as true testosterone accumulated d over the years had all went into the child, who know sat beneath her with an unending vitality in bis demeanor and body. He kept thrusting up as the Siemens on the sides of his cock worked their way into her,. "When do you have your period?" Best prove to her that she was prep gnant quickly, he thought, as he began to cum on command.
 
Her breathing grew a bit jagged, but she was still with it enough to comprehend his question. "In three days time." She answered as her hands gripped tightly upon the side of his thighs as rope after hot rope of cum filled her from within. Her breathing returned to normal and she finally asked a question that had lingered within her mind. "Will you tell Otho of your child, if by some miracle I do get pregnant?" How was she going to deal with that? Her thoughts had been rather bleak and hopeless since she lost her son, but from the way she spoke it was almost as though she had confidence in his effort to get her pregnant with a child. To be secretly honest to herself, she really was in no rush to leave his company. "Otho may rid me of this child should he find out it is not his own." She said aloud more to herself than anyone else.
 
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