Laz had never thought that sex could be so relaxing, at least not during the act. Even when surrounded by his wives, it was always more of a battle to see who could last the longest. Sure, he would normally win unless having engaged with several girls in a row, but either way, by the end, he was exhausted and satisfied.
’That’s the normal way of it, right?’
But tonight changed his views upon that as he did nothing by lay there and be served by Dalia and Amira. When the girls were walked up, they partook of the act themselves, riding his mber for as long as they were able to until they could barely stay upright. Then they were helped down and another was brought up to replace them.
On occasion, Laz would want to change positions so to stretch his legs which then involved switching to a doggy style of activity. But even then, the girls would just throw themselves against him as he enjoyed a deep massage from Dalia or Amira.
Or Roma, as it were. Once she had recovered, she ended up joining them on the altar in service of Laz.
After Brittany had her fun, she sent those girls up first, having already been aroused by her to have themselves impaled by Laz. While even the naming of it made Laz want to cringe, the fact was they had created a literal sex machine in that everyone perford their functions flawlessly to produce the intended effect of having sex on the altar.
It was also Roma’s idea after she had joined them to have Laz no longer climax into the girls, but instead either she, Dalia or Amira would catch the gooey liquid in their mouths and then spread it based on Amira’s instructions, to the area that needed additional cleansing. It was much easier to use their mouths as their hands let so go to waste and the other options were just as wasteful.
Ti and ti again, for hours on end, Laz indulged in woman after woman of many different ages and backgrounds, the only thing they needed was to be approved by Brittany for so reason she didn’t bother sharing and one that only Amira seed to understand. Any worries about pregnancy or disease were left behind since the power of a god was present in this place and certain things should not be allowed to co to pass within his realm.
Each of the won were beautiful and full of life. From different colored hair to different color skin, short and tall, young and sowhat older, but only within a limit. After all, they had to have a lot of life left in them and after a certain age, no matter how they felt, that wasn’t possible. Still though, there was more than one or two milfs that rode Laz’s love stick, their mature bodies able to last quite a bit longer than the young ones who could only service Laz for a few monts before being completely spent. Laz even did a special service for those mature ones, picking them up like they where weightless and pounding them with either their legs wrapped around his waist or turned around the face the others, showing the younger ones just how an experience woman could handle this sex king.
There was even a ritual that those in line partook in when the mature woman was being pounded like this. The next five won would get to their knees and hold their hands in front of themselves, palms facing up so as to accept a gift while their mouths were open and their tongues were left out like excited dogs, panting for a refreshing shower to bath themselves in before their own ti on the altar. It was a belief that this would allow the girls better stamina so as to not disappoint either the lust god or the sex king.
As for the lust god who was watching this take place, even they felt their power swelling with the devotion they were being offered, even if a good portion of it was directed at Laz who had no use for such faith.
As for the others, one by one, they finished their tasks and either stayed to observe or left to clean themselves up and rest. So had to be help by others, but there were many disciples to assist in those tasks and others to lead them.
At the end of the marathon, despite Laz’s inactivity, all things considered, he was tired as hell. Turning his sense back to the altar, the black had almost completely disappeared as the altar was now almost a holy and unnatural shade of white. While not sentient per say, it had gained so minor notions of feelings and thoughts, much like that of an animal and could therefore show Laz that it just needed one further push to be free.
Laz lifted his head to find that Roma and Brittany had passed out on the altar next to them, asleep while only Dalia and Amira remained able to assist.
"We still.. need a little... more..." Laz said, his breathing stressed and ragged.
Amira, despite her awakened bloodline, didn’t look much better than Laz, but she looked over and found the line and even the room itself, empty.
"There are no more my liege," Amira replied with a frown.
For what it was worth, even the lust god was frowning, knowing the situation all too well. Despite that, he could not go back on his principles on voluntary participation, not that there were many options left in the temple anyway.
"I shall, myself, serve you then, my king," Amira said, making to mount Laz before his hand stopped her.
"It can’t be you," Laz said with a sigh, one that Amira nodded her head in agreent with. She knew it herself, but it felt horrible to have lost when they were so close.
"The it has to be , doesn’t it?" Dalia said, her body moving slightly as she pulled herself to a sitting position.
Laz looked to Amira who could only agree.
"It has to be a mber of the temple for the final cleansing to take place and for the altar and by extension, the temple, to be allowed to pass into the lust god’s hands.
"Then so be it. I shall make this my final service to the lust god," Dalia said with a smile as the aforentioned lust god appeared suddenly next to them.
"You do not have to leave my dear..." The lust god said, knowing that holding on to her would be a key to holding on to Laz.
"I appreciate everything I have learned and received here, but with my awakening, I must join my sister in visiting an ancient place of my people. While you are wise and kind in your acceptance of all those who swear loyalty, I am afraid that from now on, I will no longer be able to be bound to you as such," Dalia said, her eyes still a pure white as she gave a bow to the lust god, or as much of one as she could in her current state.
The lust god could only sigh and say that they understood. When Dalia and Amira had awakened, they knew that neither woman would be willing to serve underneath him any longer.
’Daughters of Lilith cannot be controlled,’ the lust god thought, knowing far more about their bloodline that even they did, sothing that ca with being alive as long as they had.
"You should warn him then... of what this could . I know you wouldn’t an to do so, but there is the possibility," the lust god then said as it stared at both Amira and Dalia, who seed to be a bit shocked.
"It... is it as we fear?" Amira asked, understanding dawning on her face.
"Before you awoke, it wouldn’t have mattered. But now that your bloodline has advanced, you will both be much stronger than almost anyone else, but the price you pay for such a strength is equal as well. There will be tis when your desire might drive you crazy, but laying with a man will always pose a danger to him. Let him make the final call, for it is his to begin with," the lust god then suggested with a smile before vanishing once again, leaving the three of them alone.
"What is that cross dresser talking about?" Laz asked, looking at their serious faces.
"Our bloodline... is a bit special. Thanks to, well... all this, it awoke within us. We are stronger... but there is a small catch as well," Dalia said, her face a bit downcast.
"What my sister is trying to say is that the bloodline within us is that of the great Lilith. While on earth, she was proclaid to be the first woman created by god, one who was eventually thrown from the garden of Eden. In truth, she is a part of a great race of demon won who road the omniverse and conquered planets, all for the sake of having n with which to satisfy themselves. There are no n born within the bloodline, or at least as far as what information we have been given thanks to this awakening. There is a lot that is unclear."
With this information, Amira’s body shone in a brilliant red color as massive curled horns grew out of her head along with bat like wings from her back. The sa happened with Dalia, but due to the angle she was at, he also noticed a tail had appeared, jutting from her lower back.
"As if this hideous appearance wasn’t enough, mating with us carries a heavy risk as well..." Amira said, trailing off this ti.
"Which is?" Laz asked, amazed by their bloodline transformation.
"We might accidently devour your soul as well..." Dalia responded as Amira stayed quiet.
They looked like what the world had imagined demons from hell resembled for eons and yet the shy and ashad look on their faces was a stark contrast to the snarling monster one would imagine. Perhaps they did look ghastly to so, but not to an Asura like Laz.
"I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to get head from sothing with fangs," Laz said with a laugh, one that cause the two girls to laugh as well.
"So why don’t you both co here and show just what kinds of demonic pleasures a daughter of Lilith can provide for an Asura like myself?"
"What if we accidently suck out your soul?" Amira asked
"That’s one harsh way to refer to a blowjob," Laz responded.
"You know what she ans," Dalia said, slapping Laz’s arm.
"Well. I’ll be honest. If I die having sex with two hot demons.... at least I’ll die smiling...but... best not to tell my wives. One or two of them might know a way to drag back from the dead and I doubt I’ll be smiling then," Laz said, his smile faded a little.
While both girls again laughed, they didn’t know that Laz had truly ant what he said.
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