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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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The God-King – The Abyss

I strode through my new dominion, the brass oven of Lucifer. Once, we had all been chained to the Prince of Lies. He roasted us in his fires, tortured us and fed off our pain. But he had been defeated. Someone had killed him, probably that bastard Mark Glassner. With Lucifer vanquished, I would claim his dominion.

I was the God-King. I would rule Hell.

All shall bow before my majesty.

My new queen strode at my side, her hand resting on my arm. Emi was a petite delight, her breasts quivering, budding mounds, her face full of innocence that belied her depraved passions. She burned with the same need to destroy Mark and his whore that I did.

I sensed almost a kindred spirit in her. I heard her crying out justice while we lay burning on the oven. Like me, she held onto her convictions. Then, when the fires went out, she gathered her own harem of sexy women to love her. They flocked to her to be protected.

She made them her slaves.

Emi was not squeamish, either. She had no qualms in rewarding my warriors with her pets’ bodies. She grew wet at the sight of their rapes. Emi craved power. She lusted for it in ways that left me dizzy with delight.

Why did I even want Desiree back? She could never match this woman’s passion.

Desiree, my ex-wife, was Mark’s whore. He had fully corrupted her. Desiree had turned against me the same way my first cunt I’d married. Desiree was no different than Maryanne. One day, when Mark was vanquished and fell into Hell, Desiree would fall with him. She would pay for her betrayal along with her Master.

“What excites your thoughts, my husband?” purred Emi, her eyes falling on my throbbing dick thrusting before me.

I glanced at her. Her dark, angular eyes bore into my thoughts. A smile curled her lips and she nodded her head in approval, her fingers tightening on my arm. Could she read my mind? Or was she just guessing?

“It will be wondrous to wreak vengeance on Mark and his followers,” Emi purred, an orgasmic heat in her voice. “Especially his brown-skinned whore that killed me.”

“Brown-skinned whore?” Then I laughed. “My wife killed you?”

“Wife?” she hissed, glaring at me. “That whore was your wife?”

“Desiree was mine before Mark stole her. He polluted her against me. Last time I saw her, she gloated at my downfall.”

“Then we shall make her pay, my love,” Emi purred.

Love. I very much doubted Emi loved me. That she even could love. But that was fine. I didn’t need love. We didn’t need that weak emotion. We had power. Ahead, my original servants guarded the favorites of my harem. Milly and Brenda had Hannah on the ground, molesting the eighteen-year-old cunt like I’d ordered.

“No, no, no!” moaned Hannah as she writhed on the still-hot surface of the massive oven we were inside.

“You will serve him,” Milly hissed, pinching and pulling on the girl’s small breasts and twisting her hard nipples.

“Just give in, sweetie,” Brenda purred, her large tits dangling as she knelt between Hannah’s thighs, her fingers stroking through the girl’s shaved pussy.

My cock throbbed at the sight.

“What is this?” Emi asked, her eyes widening and her nipples hardening. “What are they playing at?”

“Hannah refuses to worship me,” I growled. “And I want her.”

“Then you shall have her.” Emi released my arm and strode forward, her tight ass wiggling. It was a gorgeous rump. My dick throbbed at the sight of it.

“Who are you?” Milly demanded, her red hair flying about her head as she whirled to glare at Emi.

“Your Queen, cunt,” Emi hissed, backhanding Milly and knocking the feisty redhead to the brass ground.

Milly’s eyes flashed with rage. However, she shot a look to me, eyes asking for confirmation. I nodded my head. “I… I’m sorry, my Queen,” Milly stammered. “I didn’t know.”

“Your insolence is forgiven this time, whore,” Emi said before looking down at Hannah. My new wife put her foot on Hannah’s cheek, shoving her toe into the girl’s mouth. “Cunt, you need to learn your place. You are a piece of flesh. An object to satiate my husband and me. That’s all your body is good for.”

Hannah spat out Emi’s toe. “Fuck you, bitch!”

Emi laughed. “She is spirited. Let me break her in for you, my husband.”

My cock was hard. I was eager to watch. I tugged on Milly’s chain, summoning the redhead to crawl to me. She obeyed, skirting around Hannah. She reached me, her hands stroking my cock, her tongue flicking across her lips.

“Do you want me to pleasure you, God-King?” Milly moaned.

I only nodded.

Her mouth engulfed my cock, her tongue sweet as she swirled about my dick’s tip. Pleasure flowed down my shaft. I groaned as she bathed it with her eager passion. She sucked and then bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down my cock.

I liked it, but I wanted to be in control. I seized her red hair, holding a fistful of her silky strands tight, then thrust my cock down her throat. I wasn’t gentle. I slammed it down her gullet. She gurgled but didn’t fight. Her eyes were wild as I buried into the depths of her gullet, my balls smacking against her chin.

She moaned around my cock and worked her throat, massaging me. I smiled at her then flicked my eyes to my wife, eager to watch her break that fucking, defiant cunt. Emi moved with the grace of a queen. An empress.

My goddess.

“You, cow-tits!” Emi snapped at Brenda. “Flip the cunt over onto her hands and knees.”

“Yes, my Queen,” Brenda panted. She seized the struggling Hannah and flipped her over, holding the resisting girl in place. Brenda, one of my slaves, could draw on my power, giving her more strength than the resisting cunt. “She’s ready, my Queen.”

Emi nodded then summoned a drop of the power we shared to conjured a strap-on dildo harnessed to her body. The shaft was thick and black, covered in bumps. Emi stroked it like she had a real cock, her hips shifting as Hannah squirmed to escape Brenda’s hold.

My dick throbbed in Milly’s throat. I drew back and then slammed in as Emi moved into place. I had a breathless anticipation as my balls smacked Hannah in the chin. A hot tingle raced down my cock to my balls.

I wanted Emi to show me her talents.

My wife fell to her knees behind Hannah, the dildo bobbing. “Will you submit to your Gods’ Justice?” Emi demanded. “Will you serve us? Or will we have to deliver punishment?”

“Fuck you, whore!” Hannah snarled. “I’m not going to serve you! I was a Goddess, too! I had worshipers back in Vermont! A whole town was devoted to me before those bastards serving Mark killed me!”

“I’m so glad you said no,” Emi purred and buried her massive strap-on into Hannah’s asshole.

The girl screamed in pain as she was sodomized. My dick throbbed. No lube. Hannah’s back arched and tears spilled down her throat as Emi drew back the thick dildo. It stretched out the girl’s asshole, making her quiver.

Emi thrust back into her.

Hannah cried and shouted as Emi pounded her asshole. My queen showed no mercy. Her small breasts quivered as she pumped her hips, slamming that thick, bump dildo in and out of Hannah’s asshole. Her slim fingers held onto Hannah’s hips as she raped the teen’s bowels.

My cock swelled in Milly’s throat. This was incredible. I fucked my slave’s mouth, driving my dick down her gullet as I savored this wicked sight. My hands squeezed Milly’s hair as I fucked her willing mouth, my balls smacking into her chin.

I savored her submission even as I reveled in Hannah’s pain.

“Punish her, my Queen,” I groaned, thrusting harder down Milly’s gullet. Her tongue danced around my cock, teasing me.

“Please, stop!” screamed Hannah. “Please, please! It hurts!”

“It’s a punishment, cunt,” moaned Emi. “If it didn’t hurt, then you wouldn’t learn.”

My queen threw back her head, her black hair flying. She fucked the girl’s ass faster, pleasure contorting about Emi’s face. Small gasps escaped her lips every time she buried her dildo into Hannah’s bowels.

I watched in awe. My queen was incredible. My nutsack, swelling with a load of cum for Milly, smacked into the slave’s chin. She sucked on my cock, caressing me, loving me as I watched Hannah’s punishment.

“Fuck the whore,” I hissed, my balls aching. “Rip her ass apart, my Queen.”

“Yes, my love!” moaned Emi. She smacked Hannah’s ass before burying that thick dildo into her depths. “Oh, yes! Take my big cock, cunt! You know you love it! This is what you wanted. This is why you resisted!”

“I hate it!” sobbed Hannah, tears streaming down her ruddy cheeks. “Please, please! Take it out! You’re killing me!”

“If you didn’t want me to rape your ass, then you would have submitted to your Gods,” Emi hissed. “Instead, you chose to give me this wonderful pleasure. Keep resisting. I shall savor raping you for eternity.”

My cock erupted. My cum fired down Milly’s throat.

This woman was magnificent. I wanted to worship her as my queen, to bow before her cruel majesty.

Pleasure pulsed through me. A hot burst of rapture shot from my dick every time I fired a blast of my seed down Milly’s throat. She quivered and moaned, sucking around my cock. Her humming passion enhanced my bliss.

Emi slammed her dildo deep into Hannah’s ass. My wife’s back arched. I shuddered, the pleasure pouring out of me into Milly’s throat. My wife was lost to her own rapture. I gripped Milly’s hair as I fired the last blast of jizz down her throat.

“I’ll submit!” Hannah sobbed. “Please, just stop!”

“Then say it!” hissed Emi. “Submit to our Justice! Be our whore!”

“I’m your whore!” screamed Hannah. “I submit to your Justice!”

The connection formed. Hannah was chained to us.

“Yes!” screamed Emi, her body quivering as her orgasm exploded through her depths. “Take our Justice! Take it!”

My queen shuddered one last time. She quivered through her orgasm. Her juices spilled down her thighs. Her budding breasts jiggled. She whimpered and moaned out her pleasure. Her body bucked and then she went still.

Panting, she ripped her dildo out of Hannah’s asshole, leaving the whore’s sphincter gaping open. She looked at me, smacking Hannah’s rear hard. “Your whore awaits you, my husband. She is willing to submit. Right?”

“Yes, yes, I am,” Hannah sobbed, looking at me with tear-stained eyes. “I’m yours now.”

“And you’ll do anything your Lord and God requires?” Emi asked.

“I will.”

I pulled my cock out of Milly’s mouth. She coughed and then moaned, “I’m so glad to serve you, my King.”

I smiled as I strode forward, my cock still hard. I felt like such a powerful man now. A god in truth. Emi smiled at me as she spread Hannah’s asscheeks wide, aiming that gaping, abused asshole at me.

“Beg for your God to fuck your slutty ass,” Emi purred.

Hannah swallowed, throwing me a look. She was our slave now. She swallowed and moaned, “Please fuck my ass, my Lord.”

I dropped to my knees, aimed my cock, and slammed my shaft to the hilt into her broken-in asshole. She screamed out as my wet dick plunged into her sore depths. Such sweet music. She was mine. I could do what I pleased with her. My balls slapped into her flesh as I pounded her tight hole.

Emi crawled around, stroking Hannah’s sobs. “Why do you cry, whore? Your Lord and God is fucking you. Why aren’t you happy?” Emi seized her chin. “You need to be happy. Let me hear your moans of enjoyment.”

“Yes,” Hannah sobbed. “I love your c-cock in my ass! P-please keep f-fucking me, my Lord!”

Emi smiled before leaning down and kissing Hannah on the lips. The slut’s ass tightened on my cock. I fucked her faster, pounding her as she sobbed and moaned into my wife’s lips. I reveled in Hannah’s ass. This girl was mine for eternity.

She would grow to love my cock fucking her asshole.

The pleasure swelled in my balls. It was too much. I had her. I savored this moment. I buried into her ass and exploded blast after blast into her abused asshole. She shuddered, gasping and moaning into Emi’s mouth. Her bowels writhed around me.

She came on my cock.

Despite the pain, she had succumbed to her lust. I reveled in it as she milked my cock dry. The pleasure surged through me. My dick spurted the final blast of cum into her. She moaned and then collapsed, curling into a ball and quivering, my spunk leaking out of her well-fucked asshole.

Emi smiled at me. “We have more of Hell to conquer, my husband.”

“Yes, we do,” I said, rising.

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The Samurai – The Abyss

My blade flashed, cutting through another of the bestial men haunting the ovens.

“There is an alcove, Divine Samurai,” Orihime whispered from behind me. “In the wall to our right.”

The men, and a few of the women, prowled through the oven, claiming others as their slaves. Particularly the women. My three young concubines attracted attention. I swaddled them in transparent yukatas, airy kimonos worn in summer, but their innocent flesh beckoned predators.

My sword had found plenty of foes today. None had been worthy to fight me. I left them all gasping and moaning on the oven floor, their immortal bodies dismembered. But I needed a respite. I could not fight them all. A way had to be found out of this hellish place.

“Lead us, Orihime,” I commanded.

“Yes, Divine Samurai.”

I turned, my armor clinking about me as I followed my three concubines. Chisato and Hikaru clung on either side of Orihime. They walked with grace, their ass swaying beneath the wide bows of their obi, thick and colorful belts, tied at their lower back.

Orihime peered into the alcove as I watched the chaos of the ovens. No one noticed us. My concubines slipped in and I followed. It was narrow, brass walls closing in on us after the wide, open cavern of the ovens. It dead-ended after a few meters, but at least it took us out of the sight of the denizens.

I could rest here, lounging beneath the shade of my three cherry trees.

“Sit with us,” Hikaru purred as she and my other two concubines sank to the ground. “Regain your strength.”

I dismissed their yukata and my armor. I leaned my sword against the wall in easy reach as I sank down to join my three concubines. They had suffered greatly for me. But we were free of Lucifer’s torment.

Now I needed to keep them free of the predators.

“You were so fierce, my love,” Chisato purred, a smile on her round face, her nubile body pressing against my right side. Her hand slid down my stomach to my hard cock. “You inspired a fervor inside me.”

“Yes,” Hikaru purred, her thighs wrapping around my left leg, her pussy hot and wet against my flesh. “It is always so stirring to watch you fight.”

My head lay between Orihime’s large, round breasts, her pillowy softness caressing my cheeks as her hands roamed my muscular chest. “Thank you for protecting us. Let us reward all you have done, my love.”

“Such sweet rewards we give,” Chisato purred, her lips nuzzling my ear, her hand stroking my hard cock.

I closed my eyes, letting myself relax in their shade. I loved these three women. Their devotion to me was absolute. They had been bonded to my soul knowing the consequences. They suffered in Hell with me. I would always protect them. Treasure them.

Chisato’s lips kissed down my muscular chest, leaving a cooling trail as she worked her way across my stomach toward my hard cock. Hikaru humped against me faster, grinding her hot flesh against my strong thigh. I wrapped my left arm about her, sliding down to cup her perfect ass, her muscles flexing beneath my touch as she writhed.

“Chisato,” I moaned as her lips reached my pubic hair.

She purred in delight as she kissed through my wiry hair. Hikaru shuddered beside me, her pussy sliding up and down my thigh as she moaned her passion. Then I groaned as Chisato’s tongue licked up and up my cock. She climbed it to the pinnacle and swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip.

Pleasure shot down to my balls.

Her eyes sparkled as she played with my cock. She caressed me. Teased me. She gave me everything I craved. Needed. Desired. She was such a rewarding beauty. I savored the feel of Orihime’s breasts about me as Chisato pressed her mouth against the tip of my dick.

“Chisato!” I groaned as Chisato’s sweet lips wrapped around my cock.

Her warm mouth sank around my dick. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing. Then her tongue swirled around my cock. My toes curled as I savored the delight of her hot mouth. All three of my concubines had a great deal of practice pleasing me.

Chisato knew just how to suck to send my blood boiling through my body.

“Is she pleasing you?” Orihime asked, her breasts caressing my face.

“Always,” I groaned, my right hand running through Chisato’s black hair.

Hikaru’s hands joined Chisato’s, their delicate fingers on my balls. They played with my nuts, massaging me as I writhed in their embrace. Chisato’s sucks were delicious. She bobbed up and down my cock, worshiping me.

Her mouth was perfect. It had been so long since I felt their shade. Their love. I groaned while Hikaru moaned. She nuzzled into my neck, her fingers working on one of my balls, Chisato’s the other, coaxing me.

“Mmm, just relax and enjoy your rest,” Orihime purred, her breasts pressed around me.

She kissed the crown of my head. I groaned, “I am.”

Their love was incredible. They gave me so much. Chisato’s tongue danced around my dick’s tip. She sucked, the pressure building and building in my balls. I groaned again, little shudders racing through my body. Her pleasure was exquisite.

Hikaru’s pants grew louder, her humps faster. She kissed and nuzzled at my neck, her small breasts rubbing against my chest. I squeezed her ass, pulling her tighter against me. I loved the feel of her hot cunt on my flesh.

“Are you going to cum, my cherry blossom?” I groaned.

“Yes, my Lord,” Hikaru moaned. “I missed our pleasure so much.”

“So have I,” I groaned, my dick throbbing in Chisato’s hungry mouth.

My fingers dipped between Hikaru’s butt-cheeks. My fingers slid down her crack until I found her puckered sphincter. She gasped as I stroked it. She groaned against me with more passion, her dark eyes burning with desire.

I pressed against her anal ring.

She groaned in delight. My finger penetrated her bowels. Her velvety bowels clung to my digit as I sank deeper and deeper into her. She shuddered, smearing her hot pussy hard on my thigh. Her body shook as I pumped my finger in and out of her asshole.

“I want to feel you cum,” I growled.

“Yes, my love!” she squealed, her asshole tightening on my finger.

I jammed it deep into her. I fucked into her as I enjoyed Chisato’s hungry mouth. Hikaru’s hand tightened on my left ball, almost crushing it as she quivered. Her face twisted with rapture, her cheeks blushed darkly.

She gasped.

Her body quivered against me. She sighed and whimpered as her asshole writhed about my pumping finger. Hot juices bathed my thighs. A flood her passion soaked me. I love the sight of her, admiring the bliss on her face as her pleasure surged through her.

“You are so beautiful when you cum, cherry blossom,” I said, my dick aching, the pressure building in my balls.

“Yes, she is,” Orihime purred.

Hikaru held me tight as she quivered to the peak of her orgasm. A huge smile crossed her lips as her asshole’s spasming slowed, stopped. Her eyes fluttered as she rested her head on my chest. She panted in delight.

Orihime shifted, her hot pussy grinding into my back. Her lips kissed my forehead as her excitement mounted. Her breasts caressed my cheeks as she shifted. I groaned, my own pleasure swelling.

“Enjoy our delights,” Hikaru murmured, words throaty with her passion.

“Yes,” I moaned.

Chisato’s delightful mouth worked my cock, eager to drink my cum. She sucked so hard while she massaged my balls. My toes curled. My chest rose, savoring the feel of Hikaru’s cheek and silky hair. Chisato’s tongue danced around the tip of my cock.

“That’s it, cherry blossom,” I purred, stroking Chisato’s hair. “Keep sucking. I’m so close.”

“Pleasure our love and master,” Orihime panted, her fingernails biting into my shoulders. “Drink every drop of his gift.”

Chisato sucked harder, eager for my cum. Her fingers massaged my balls. The pleasure tightened in my nuts. The tip of my cock ached. Chisato’s tongue swirled about the crown of my cock, teasing it, making me shudder.

I groaned again, my body tensing for my explosion. The pressure built and built at the tip. Her every suck fed it. I couldn’t take much more. I wanted to savor the anticipation. My face twisted with pleasure.

“Make him cum, dear Chisato,” Hikaru murmured, her hand reaching out to caress Chisato’s hollowing cheeks.

“Cum, my Lord,” Orihime whispered in my ear. “Flood your concubine’s mouth. Give her the gift she craves.”

My balls throbbed. My cock erupted.

“Yes, cherry blossom, drink it!” I moaned.

Chisato’s mouth worked, hungrily swallowing every drop of my excitement she could. My pleasure pulsed out of me. It slammed into my mind. This heat burst across my thoughts as I reveled in the bliss of my orgasm.

I leaned back into Orihime’s breasts, my hips bucking up, ramming my cumming cock deep into Chisato’s mouth. I fucked her mouth as she sucked and swallowed. I growled out my rapture, my mind drinking in the ecstasy.

I hit that plateau of bliss. My cock erupted a final time into Chisato’s hungry mouth.

And then my pleasure passed.

Chisato nursed a final time, drawing out the last remaining drops of my jizz. Then her mouth popped off of me. My cum stained her lips as she looked at me and, while smiling, purred, “Thank you for the gift, my love.”

“You are most welcome.

“Mmm, let me share,” Hikaru purred.

She slid down my body, cupped Chisato’s face, and kissed her cum-stained lips. Their tongues flashed, sharing my seed. I groaned at the wicked sight, my dick twitching as I leaned back into Orihime’s pillowy breasts.

“What a beautiful sight,” my busty concubine purred.

“Yes, it is,” I said, delighting in the sight.

“Mmm, it is making me so affectionate,” she moaned, her wet pussy rubbing on my lower back.

“How delightful.”

Eager to bask in the shade of my cherry blossom, and my cock still hard despite cumming, I rolled over. I loomed above Orihime. She stretched out on her back, her breasts pillowing into two lush piles. She quivered, looking so in need, her lips glossy and pink.

I kissed her. I tasted her sweetness. My concubine moaned into my mouth, her legs wrapping around my hips. Her hands sought out my cock, stroking my still-hard girth. Hell was different. I didn’t need to recover my stamina.

I was ready for her passion.

“Sheathe your sword in me,” she moaned.

I buried into my concubine’s sweet pussy. Her silky pussy engulfed my cock. She clutched me as I sank to the hilt in her. I growled my bliss into her lips, savoring her tight cunt wrapped around my cock, massaging me.

I was in heaven. I drew back, her flesh gripping me, my balls already growing tight with a new load of cum. Then I slammed into her depths. She gasped, her big boobs jiggling beneath me. Delight crossed her face as I enjoyed her while pumping away.

“Yes, my Lord!” she gasped, her hips bucking into my thrusts. “Oooh, take your pleasure in me.”

“Gladly,” I groaned.

I hooked her lush legs about my shoulders, her pussy tightening on my cock. I groaned at the sweet delight. She was a heavenly maiden. A tennyo. Growling, I buried into her, my balls smacking into her body.

Her large breasts jiggled as I fucked her. A lush sight. I hugged her legs to my chest with one arm while the other darted out. I seized one of her fat, dusky nipples. I twisted it, bringing a gasp of delight from her.

“Yes, my love!” she purred, her pussy squeezing about my cock as I played with her nub. “Thank you! Thank you!”

I buried into her, loving how she grew hotter and hotter. Her body twisted, her pussy shifting around my dick. She felt incredible about me. An absolute heaven to enjoy. Paradise. I pounded her, my balls smacking hard into her flesh.

Her eyes widened as I twisted her nipple. Then her face contorted in rapture. I groaned as her pussy rippled about my dick. She was orgasming already, her cunt celebrating my cock plundering her depths.

“Yes, yes, my love!” she moaned, her face twisting in ecstasy. “You honor me!”

I savored her sheath cumming around my dick. Her pussy massaged my cock as her sweet voice echoed through the alcove. She gasped and moaned as my two other women crawled around on either side of us.

“Mmm, you naughty thing,” Hikaru purred then giggled. She leaned down and engulfed Orihime’s other nipple, sucking on it.

“Yes!” squealed Orihime, her pussy convulsing with more fervor around my plunging dick, massaging my cock, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

“You’re being so loud,” Chisato said, delight in her voice. She glanced at me as she said, “Orihime, there are better ways you could use your mouth.”

My cock throbbed as Orihime let out a moaning gasp, “Yes. Let me pleasure you, dear Chisato.”

Beaming, Chisato straddled Orihime’s head. I groaned as Chisato’s pussy descended to Orihime’s eager lips. My strokes grew faster as Orihime devoured Chisato’s pussy. Squirming atop Orihime, Chisato moaned her delight, arching her back, thrusting her small breasts at me.

I leaned over and captured a sweet nipple, sucking on it as I slammed my cock over and over into Orihime’s spasming pussy. Her legs slipped off my shoulders as I loved Chisato’s nub. I darted my tongue around it. She gasped out her pleasure, her hands seizing my hair.

“My lord!” squealed Chisato. “Orihime! Yes, yes, you treasure me!”

“Someone’s being loud now,” groaned Orihime, her voice muffled.

I growled around Chisato’s nipple, my dick throbbing in Orihime’s massaging depths. She was still cumming, still massaging me. My heavy balls slapped into my concubine’s flesh as I feasted on Chisato’s nipple.

Her arms snaked around my neck. She held me to her tit as her soft moans echoed through the alcove. Orihime ate Chisato’s pussy with a noisy fervor, slurping and tonguing her pussy. Chisato shuddered, her arms tightening about my neck as she mewled in bliss.

“Thank you, Orihime!” she purred. “Oh, yes! Thank you for this wonderful gift.”

I could hear the orgasmic passion in her voice. She came fast.

The scent of Chisato’s passion filled my nose. I sucked on her nipple, imagining that her juices were splashing Orihime’s face, just drenching my concubine’s lips. Orihime shuddered, her hips bucking into my thrust.

She came again, her sheath convulsing about my cock, eager for my cum. She milked me as I thrust into her. I growled around Chisato’s nipple, my balls smacking into Orihime’s taint while her pussy massaged me toward heaven.

“Give Orihime her reward, my Lord,” Chisato moaned. “Cum in her.”

“Oh, yes, my love,” Hikaru purred. “Cream her pussy.”

I couldn’t hold back. The delight of Orihime’s pussy was too much. I rammed to the hilt in my concubine’s snatch. My butt-cheeks clenched. The passion spurted out of me. Hot cum jolted again and again into the depths of her pussy.

I buried into Orihime. I groaned about Chisato’s nipple as my cock pumped blast after blast of my jizz into Orihime’s pussy. My pleasure roared through me in powerful surges, pulsing in time with the spunk erupting from my cock. It hammered my mind.

It carried me to paradise.

I held there for a moment, clinging to that ultimate rapture. Then it died. I groaned and leaned back. I collapsed into the embrace of my three concubines. They squirmed around me, shifting, hugging, pressing their nubile bodies against me, the three of us entwined.

I rested beneath their loving shade, struggling to forget the horrors we had shared.

“My Lord,” Hikaru hissed after some time had passed. “Shadows move by the entrance.”

My eyes snapped open. I bolted upright and seized my sword. My armor formed about my body with a thought as I drew my blade and cut down the man who burst into the alcove. He let out an ear-piercing shriek as he fell to pieces before me, bellowing, “God-King!”

Other voices answered.

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The God-Queen – The Abyss

I savored the sight of my husband raping the screaming woman, her ebony skin rippling beneath his body. Our army grew. More men and women swore to serve us rather than to be brutalized by our power.

But a few remained foolish.

The Black woman wasn’t beautiful enough for our harem. She would be given over to the men for their sport when Brandon finished his enjoyment. My pussy ached, and I pointed at May. My obedient pet fell to her knees and planted her delicate, round face between my thighs and licked.

“Do not pull away,” I warned my pet. “Or I will have to chastise you.”

The girl’s dark eyes widened as her mouth feasted on my pussy, stirring up such pleasure through me. I stared into her dark depths and relaxed my bladder. I didn’t actually have to pee—no bodily functions were necessary in Hell—but that didn’t stop me from emptying my bladder into the girl’s mouth.

May spluttered, the acrid urine flooding her mouth. She closed her eyes, flinching in humiliation, but her lips remained attached to my pussy.

What a loyal pet.

I shuddered, the pleasure tingling through me as I released a flood, drowning her in piss. It flowed out of me, almost orgasmic in its release. I shuddered as I abused her, reveling in the shame burning in her eyes.

She swallowed as fast as she could, but my urine spilled out of her lips and down her neck. I whimpered in delight and seized her black hair. I yanked her face from my cunt and pissed over her budding breasts.

I watched my yellow urine coating her small tits. The salty, acrid scent rose as it flowed down over her breasts to her stomach. I shuddered in delight, my cunt clenching and relaxing. Dizzying passion swept over me.

“Do you love my piss, pet?” I purred.

“Yes, my Queen,” she panted, licking her lips. “I-I love everything you do to me.”

Fear shone in her eyes. I shoved her face back into my pussy. I shuddered as my pleasure burst through her. I had such power. God-Queen of Hell. Lady of Justice. I would be worshiped and feared by all. I gasped, cumming and pissing into her mouth.

Her tongue licked, slurping through my pussy as my piss sprayed into her mouth. Her sweet tongue sent another wave of pleasure crashing through me. I humped my hips, grinding my cumming, urinating into her hungry mouth.

“Yes!” I hissed. “I am a Goddess!”

“You are, my Queen,” Yunjin purred, lounging on pillows nearby, her fingers playing with her pussy, her large, pillowy tits squeezed between her arms.

My piss dwindled and I pushed May away. She shivered on the floor, urine drenching her body. I glanced at Yunjin. “Clean my pet up. With your tongue. She deserves her reward.”

“Yes, my Queen,” Yunjin answered, a hungry look in her almond-shaped eyes. She crawled over, her tongue licking my piss off May’s small breasts.

How should I defile my women next?

I glanced at my husband. His balls slapped into the Black woman as he grunted and panted. She whimpered beneath him. I could sit on her face and piss in her mouth and eat my husband’s cum from her cunt.

I licked my lips in delight.

“Take it, whore!” groaned Brandon, cumming in her. “Take my divine seed.”

A man raced up and knelt before Brandon as he climbed off the sobbing whore. The man groaned, “Great and mighty God-King.”

“Yes,” Brandon said, suddenly clad in crimson robes and draped in gold. In a blink, I was adorned in a tight gown of matching crimson, a crown on my head and pearls decorating my throat. I strode to my husband’s side and took my rightful place.

“A man is cutting us down,” the servant blubbered. “He has a katana and fearsome, red armor. He’s guarding an alcove. He has three beauties that would make a fine addition to your harem, God-King.”

“So you came crawling to me in failure?” growled Brandon. “You grovel before me empty-handed?”

I smiled, squeezing my thighs together. Brandon was about to unleash Justice.

“I’m sorry, mighty God-King,” quailed the man. “But we cannot defeat him. He is too strong. Only a great God can overcome him.”

Brandon glanced over at Milly, the fierce redhead. Like me, she had a passion for administering Justice. “Beat this man. Break every bone in his body.”

Milly had a vicious smile. “Gladly, God-King.”

She rose from her silk pillows, a lead pipe appearing in her hand. She stalked forward, her naked tits swaying. Pussy juices gleamed on her shaved flesh. I loved the cruelty in her eyes.

“Mercy, God-King,” blubbered the man. “I am your most devoted servant. Please.” His eyes locked onto mine. “Intercede for me, Divine God-Queen.”

“Milly,” I purred, “cut his tongue out as well. He has no more need of it.”

Brandon laughed as we strolled through the ovens. The man howled behind us as Milly’s lead pipe landed with meaty thunks. The man’s screams were sweet in my ears. Around us, our soldiers formed up and our concubines trailed behind, draped half-naked in silks.

“I think I know who this man is,” I whispered to Brandon. Through the chains, I could dimly feel our servants about us. It was faint, but I could recognize the ones in pain. The ones being butchered ahead.

“Who is he?” Brandon asked.

“The Samurai.” I smiled. “I once thought I would contend with him for Japan. He is a noble man. A follower of Bushido. A true samurai.”

Brandon gave me a blank look.

“The word samurai comes from saburau. To serve.” I smiled. “Samurai serve someone more powerful. This one thought to restore the Shogunate and rule as the Emperor’s shogun. If you can prove yourself stronger, you may win his loyalty. He would make a powerful servant. Our shogun, leading our armies.”

Brandon smiled.

* * *

God-King – The Abyss

The Samurai was dressed in fearsome, crimson armor, his sword flashing as he hacked down another one of my servants. He looked like a demon. A creature who belonged in Hell. I strode forward, gathering all the power I had amassed. I hoped this worked.

Emi was certain it would.

She stayed back, watching, her eyes smoldering.

“Samurai!” I roared, using my power to make my voice boom. “Kneel and bow before your God-King.”

The Samurai turned and charged, his armor clinking. From the alcove, I noticed three beauties dressed in transparent kimonos, watching with calm passion. Their faces were painted white like they were geisha.

My cock stirred.

They were worthy of my harem.

The Samurai swung his blade.

I pushed out my power, stopping the sword before it reached my flesh. Hell was malleable, and who had the most power had the advantage. I had hundreds of souls serving me. This man had three. His eyes widened through slits in his demonic mask.

“How?” the Samurai demanded, struggling to move his blade as it was frozen an inch before my face.

The three geisha’s faces grew disturbed. For a moment, chains flashed between them and the Samurai, black as midnight. They were different than the chains that I had bound my servants with. These were far stronger, made of adamant compared to the brittle iron binding my followers to me.

The Samurai bound the three with the Zimmah ritual. Their bond was impossible to break. I could never own those women’s souls.

What a pity.

The Samurai strained to pull his blade back. Then he let go of his blade and his armored fist lashed out at my face. I blinked in surprise, barely stopping his punch before he connected with my cheekbone. With a thought, I wrapped his body in invisible chains, holding him immobile.

“Fight with honor!” the Samurai bellowed. “Face me with courage and strength of arms, sorcerer!”

“I am a God,” I laughed. I reached out, pulling off his helmet. He was a young man, his face a dark-olive, his black hair in a top-knot. His eyes burned as he fought my restraints. “I am the new ruler of Hell. I am your Emperor. Your choice is simple: serve as my Shogun and lead my armies, or suffer an eternity of torment.” I glanced at his women. “I’ll make sure your whores are well taken care of.”

He let out a snarling rage.

“You are a samurai,” I continued. “Your place is to serve. Fulfill the Bushido Code. Swear fealty to me. My gratitude will be endless. Your rewards will last an eternity.”

The anger fell from his face. His eyes flickered. I followed his gaze. He looked at my growing army then at my harem. Beneath the fierce fire burning in his eyes, I saw something else—love. He didn’t want to submit to me, but he feared for his women.

They made him weak.

The Samurai broke. “One condition,” he growled, “ and you will have my service.”

“It is?”

“You will never touch my concubines. You have enough women without needing to violate their flesh.”

My cock stirred. But it was more than a fair trade. If Emi’s promises of this man were to be believed, I could forgo fucking three young whores. There would be plenty to find in Hell. I would have an eternity to glut on feminine flesh.

“Agreed.” I released my hold on him.

He fell to his hands and knees, bowing low before me. “I will be your Shogun, mighty God-King. My blade and I will serve you with unyielding fidelity. I shall lead your armies and crush your enemies. Your will is mine now.”

I chained his soul to mine.

“Then lead my army.”

I passed him control over my men. The Samurai was chained to me. I controlled him. He could keep the rabble in line for me. He rose, seizing his sword from the air and sheathing it. His concubines strode forward, each bowing before me.

“Conquer everything,” I commanded him. “Recruit any who would fight. Seize the women to keep your men happy. Deliver ruin on any who resist.”

The Samurai bowed. “Yes, my God-King.”

The men I gave him were suddenly clad in crimson breastplates. Spears appeared in their surprised hand. The Samurai barked orders, and the men obeyed, forming into ranks, looking like an army instead of a mob.

“See,” Emi purred. “He shall conquer Hell for us.”

* * *

The God-Queen – The Abyss

The Samurai more than exceeded my praise. His men were swift and brutal. Within hours, he had secured the sprawling oven, swelling the ranks of our army. A vast train of women trailed after his men, chattel to keep our warriors happy between battles.

The choicest beauties joined our personal harem.

The way out was located, and the Samurai led our men into a brass city. Dis. The demons that prowled the demented streets—spindly creatures who howled and gibbered like mindless beasts—were driven back.

Brandon and I lounged in the oven, enjoying our pets while the Samurai secured the city.

After a day, the Samurai’s messenger arrived.

“Mighty Gods,” the messenger boomed, bowing before us like a samurai himself, a katana on his side, his ebony face pressed to the floor. The Samurai had left his will imprinted on our army. “The Samurai has seized a palace. Lucifer’s palace. He has taken a prisoner.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Lucifer himself,” the messenger reported. Then he chuckled. “The Devil was killed only moments after escaping Hell.”

“Mark,” growled Brandon.

Would nothing stop the man? I ached to carve Justice into Mark and Mary’s flesh.

“I believe so, Exalted One. The Samurai awaits you at your leisure in the throne room of Dis.”

Together, our harem trailing after us, we strolled through the City of Brass. Buildings rose up in twisted shapes about us, looking like they were once heated and then bent into strange shapes before the metal cooled. Every surface reflected the red light of Hell. Everything was made of brass, even the streets, the metal soiled by the writhing corpses of butchered demons.

Our men held the grand palace, a sprawling building dominated by spires and domes. Colossal doors were thrown open, leading into the arching splendor of Lucifer’s throne room. At the far end, a throne sat empty. The Samurai stood next to it, his foot resting on the neck of a bloodied form.

My eyes noticed the Samurai’s three concubines lounging nearby. My pussy ached. I wanted to know their flesh. Why did Brandon have to make that promise? They were the only women forbidden to my Justice.

I so craved to deliver it to them.

“Exalted Gods,” the Samurai boomed. “I present the City of Dis and its ruler.”

Brandon strode forward and ascended the throne. I created a smaller one at his side and joined him. I shuddered as the Samurai chained Lucifer at our feet. The once powerful Devil blubbered and sobbed, his eyes gouged out by the demons that had tormented him after his fall.

As sweet as our victory was, it was only the beginning. From Dis, we would conquer all of Hell.

One day, the Samurai’s three concubines would howl in pain for my pleasure. I could be patient. I had all eternity to degrade their beauty.

To be continued…

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