Shiloh resumed his position behind Katerine and, without preamble or warning, sank his entire length into her. Her tight walls gripped him as her desire flooded her body. She shook slightly as he cpped his thighs into her own, the lewd sound filling the chamber along with her yelp and groan of satisfaction at having her Master back.

  "Ooohh fuck! Thank you, Master!" Katerine moaned as she was happily filled once more. "Gods, you feel so good stretching my pussy out!"

  With the sound of Beck groaning as his background music, half in discomfort and half in wild, erotic pleasure, Shiloh began hammering into the horsegirl beneath him. She certainly had a hair trigger on her pussy. Before he had to plug Beck, she'd cum just from the insertion. While not quite that fast, she was soon thrashing and spilling another load down the side of the bench.

  As Shiloh hit her spot harder and faster, the orgasms kept coming and coming until her straining cock was constantly leaking her seed and her slick, hot cunt tightened and wouldn't let go. Shiloh lost himself in the pleasure; Katerine was his newest lover, but he felt a hunger from her for him that the others simply didn't have. She thirsted for his gnces, his touches, his attention. Her very soul yearned for him, and he was happy to fill every crevice in her body until his seed found wherever that soul was hiding.

  Shiloh felt his peak rising, and his gut clenched as he tried to forestall it. Katerine was practically comatose, but he had promised to break her. He needed to make good on his word, and inspiration from her requested final spank granted him an idea. He slowed down until he was slowly pulling out, then smming back in. Katerine's constant orgasm was broken, and she started grunting with each cp of their thighs. Shiloh waited until he thought she was coherent again before speaking.

  "Are you ready to break, slut?" He growled out. She quivered when she heard him, and nodded furiously.

  "Yes Master... please break... your little... slut!" She whined as he thrust mightily into her, over and over.

  "You're going to cum again for me, slut." Shiloh informed her sternly. "When you do, your mind will break and you will be mine, forever. Do you understand?"

  "Yes... Master... yours... forever." She gasped out, her voice rising as her orgasm built.

  Shiloh felt her start clenching down, and used her desires to time his strike perfectly. When he felt her begin to plunge over the peak, he reached down and clenched his hand on her swollen balls. Her pussy put a death grip on him, and he knew he was going to be right behind her. He felt her desires completely disappear for a moment, and he thought he'd been too rough. Or maybe she passed out. Or-

  GODS FUCKING DAMN YESSS!! FUCKING HARDER, MASTER!! SQUEEZE MY FAT NUTS AND PUSH ALL THAT CUM OUT OF ME!!

  Shiloh nearly reeled from the onsught as her brain rebooted, then her sheer lust sent him over his own edge. As his load coated the inside of her cunt, he put even more pressure on her warm, tightened balls. He heard her mind go bnk again as cum streamed from the tip of her cock and her pussy creamed around his own member. A moment ter, her body went completely limp. He panted heavily, withdrawing from the sopping mess of a woman he'd made her.

  He thought she was passed out, and began to remove her restraints when he heard a murmur coming from Katerine's lips. He went over to her head and leaned down to listen, amazed that she was still conscious.

  "His... his... his..." She was whispering, her eyes closed and her breathing even. As he watched, her lips stopped moving and she faded into unconsciousness. Shiloh smirked and tousled her hair before finishing untying her and moving along.

  Twil was obviously getting worked up at this point. Her face remained stony, and she wouldn't look at him while she knew he was looking, but the sheen of her juices running down her legs told him all he needed to know. He gave her a smile as he walked past, and there was the briefest flicker of irritation in her eyes.

  He walked over to stand between Aphrodite and Beck. He considered the two women very carefully, trying to puzzle out the conundrum before him. Twil was getting more than worked up, she just needed more time. Beck's attitude had shifted during her time with the plug, but she still had that bratty look in her eyes. She might be ready, if he gave her the right nudge. Aphrodite, on the other hand, posed a far more intimidating challenge. How was he going to make good on his desire to give her something she'd never had before?

  Shiloh shook his head and did what he'd been doing for the st... how long had they been here? It felt like hours, but surely it couldn't have been that long. As he was musing, he felt a touch on his elbow. He looked to the side and saw Viktora standing meekly before him, hands csped in front of her and looking at the ground. He smiled, lifting her chin to look her in the eye.

  "What can I do for you, slut?"

  "Master, I was hoping you might have something you needed done." She blushed, rubbing her thighs together.

  Shiloh smirked. "Not had enough yet? I suppose there's something I could use you for."

  Viktora smiled hopefully, then gasped as Shiloh took her caged cock in his hand. He untched it and she quickly rose to full mast, her master stroking her all the while. He led her by the cock around to Beck's rear. The foxgirl was still stuffed with the rge plug, but Shiloh was intent on filling her even more.

  "This little slut still hasn't accepted her pce." Shiloh informed Viktora. "I want you to edge her until she's begging for release, which you will not give her under any circumstance."

  As Shiloh made his way over to his goddess, half-formed ideas floating around his head, Beck growled unintelligible words at him. He paused, crouched by her face and took her ring gag out.

  "Too scared to handle it yourself?" Beck mocked. "You know it doesn't count if they break me for you."

  Shiloh cocked an eyebrow. "Would it count if I used a whip to do it?"

  Beck snorted. "I'm not afraid of a little pain, Master." Her voice dripped with scorn.

  "You misunderstand me, slut." Shiloh smiled sweetly at her. "Would it count if I used a vibrator? A dildo? Lube?"

  She looked at him with confusion and he ughed. "These are all tools at my disposal, slut. Just as your sister sluts are tools at my disposal. She is going to do exactly what I told her to, but I am the one you will be begging for relief from."

  Worry fshed through the foxgirl's eyes, quickly repced with disdain. "Doesn't count if you don't do it yourself." She insisted.

  "That's what you want, though, isn't it?" Shiloh murmured, leaning in close. "You want me to touch you so badly you can feel it aching in your core. You just want to feel your Master's hands upon you. I'll bet you're still thinking about that sp I gave your ass earlier, aren't you? Well, I've got news for you, Beck. Only good little sluts get to feel the pleasure of their Master." He barely whispered the st sentence before backing away from a wide-eyed, stunned Beck. He nodded to Viktora, who had been waiting for them to finish. She nodded back and knelt down to get to work.

  Shiloh stepped away and leaned into the soft, supple curves of his goddess, finally relishing in the closeness he was able to indulge in. She moaned sensually as he pressed his naked flesh into hers, gripping her in a passionate embrace as he peppered kisses up and down her neck. He fumbled with her gag and blindfold briefly before getting them off of her. She looked down and smiled, pressing against him as much as she could while restrained.

  Shiloh delighted in his goddess' body, running his hands over every inch of her smooth skin, cupping every soft curve, kissing every sensitive spot he could reach, and growing harder with each coo and sigh he drew from her perfect lips. He worshiped her with everything he had, all pretense of restraint forgotten. All foolish notions of impressing the embodiment of sex and sensuality, and just giving all of himself to her. He broke his trance long enough to removed her from the rack, and she embraced him as she came down.

  The two of them shuffled, wrapped together, across the love den to the bed, where they colpsed in a tangle of limbs, giggling and moaning together. Shiloh rolled himself over the top of her and she gracefully accepted his taking the lead. He kissed her passionately, tasting the honey and clover that she seemed to exude, and squeezed one of her full breasts. She moaned into the kiss, and he spent an eternity lost in her. Eventually he found himself, through no conscious choice of his own, moving steadily down her body.

  He kissed and nibbled down her neck to her breasts. They were vished with all of his love, all of his attention as the goddess beneath him writhed in her ecstasy. Again, he found himself moving from her breasts down to her firm tummy. He found that she made the most adorable squeaking sounds when he pyed his fingers along her ribs and sides, so he continued doing it even as he nded at his ultimate goal.

  Aphrodite's wet pussy was like a dream; puffy lips, swollen with arousal, were slightly parted. Her clit poked out from its hood, yearning for his attentions, and her lust flowed freely down to the sheets. He kissed and nipped all around it, covering her inner thighs and outer lips with the unseen markings of his love. He finally, slowly dove in.

  She tasted sweet and fruity, like an overly-sweet mead. He was quickly drunk on her, losing all inhibitions and pping eagerly at her slit, flicking his tongue across her clit and drawing even more of the delicious sounds from her parted lips. Her hips rolled into him, her body twitched, and her legs spasmed. Then she was holding his head, pushing him into her core, which he eagerly welcomed. Her legs locked around his head and he was lost to the world. The only thing he heard was the pulsing of the blood through her thighs. The only thing he saw was her bare pubic mound. All he could smell or taste was her desire. All he felt was her desire coursing through her mind, too complex for him to truly grasp.

  A cry of divine ecstasy was torn from the throat of the conquered goddess. She finally released her hold on her Loverboy, and he slowly crawled up to kiss her again. She melted under his touch, grinding herself against his body as he cimed the spoils of war. When he finally pulled away, he looked deep into her fathomless, pink irises. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. Nothing hiding behind it, no ulterior motive, just pure, unadulterated joy at being with his love. The gratitude she felt flowing out of him astounded her, as it always had. That righteous principle, so rarely found among mortals, seemed to pour from him as a bottomless well.

  "Make love to me, Loverboy." Aphrodite whispered to him.

  "Thank you, my love. Anything for you." He murmured, his voice deep and husky with his desire.

  Shiloh lined himself up, looked back into Aphrodite's longing gaze, and slowly seated himself within her. It was bliss. Rapture. His goddess had plucked him from the miry cy, formed him in her image, and pced him upon a high, strong mountain from which he was able to see all that had been prepared for him. He knew then, the depth of a divine love. His feeble, mortal impersonation of this convicting emotion seemed impossibly shallow, and shame tried to fill him. He drove it from his mind. He focused on the thankfulness he felt that he now knew what it truly was to love and be loved.

  The slow, steady thrusts into his love gently drew them up the mountain of their lust. Hand in hand, they walked carefully to that peak with many soft murmurs and reassurances. They reached the edge and embraced as only lovers can, then threw themselves over it. Fire coursed through his veins, his very blood boiling with the strength of his love, so much more now than it had been mere minutes ago. His love spilled forth, coating his goddess's womb. They cried out with infinite ecstasy, holding each other so tightly, they might never come apart again.

  When their endless, mind-numbing afterglow finally faded, Shiloh was made aware that they were not the only ones in the chamber who had been crying. He reluctantly looked away from his goddess's rapturous smile, and saw that Beck was losing her mind. She was flushed, panting, drooling, and screaming, begging for release from the relentlessly cruel vampire behind her.

  "Please, Viktora! Please, he doesn't have to know! I'll do anything! I'll be your sve, your fucktoy, whatever you want from me! Please just let me... aaagh!!" She growled in frustration as the vampire ceased her ministrations right before Beck was able to achieve orgasm.

  "The only thing I want..." Viktora replied as she softly flicked her tongue over Beck's swollen folds. "...is to be a good slut for my Master."

  Shiloh grinned maliciously at those words. Beck was definitely ready now. He turned back to Aphrodite, hating to leave her, and saw the pyfulness in her eyes.

  "Go on, Loverboy. You and I will have much more time together, ter."

  He smiled down at her, and leaned in to kiss her once more. It was brief, it was chaste, but she pulled his head down when they broke apart, and she whispered in his ear.

  "That was something I've never had before. Thank you, Loverboy." His heart swelled with joy and pride, and he kissed her again, deeply this time and with the new passion she'd shown him. When he made it clear he wasn't going anywhere, she giggled into the kiss and pushed him away. "Go! Go satisfy your other sluts. This one is very happy now." She winked at him, and he grinned again. He squeezed her hand once, then rolled off the bed.

  Shiloh turned back to the racks, and saw that Ara was nguidly stroking herself behind Beck as she watched Viktora work the girl over. As soon as he approached Beck, she began apologizing.

  "I'm so sorry, Master! Please, I was just trying to get a rise out of you. Please, make her stop edging me! I need to cum, Master, I need it so badly! Please, please, please!" She begged him shamelessly. He crouched down to look in her eyes. They were full of needy, wanton lust. He pced two of his fingers right in front of her lips, just barely far enough away for her to not suck on them. Beck immediately shot her tongue out and licked them with all the eagerness she had. He let her do so for a minute, before gently feeding the digits into her mouth. She moaned on them and closed her eyes, sucking with all that she had.

  Shiloh removed his fingers with a popping sound, and moved around to her backside. He found Viktora sitting there, jerking her cock with one hand as she ate out the foxgirl above her. The vampire's face and neck was dripping with Beck's juices as she looked at Shiloh, and she smiled widely.

  "I didn't let her cum, Master. I think she might be going insane, though."

  "Please!" Beck cried from the pillory.

  "I think you might be right." Shiloh chuckled. "Why don't you go take care of that noise while I give her what she needs."

  Viktora nodded and rose from the floor as Beck began thanking them.

  "Thank you, thank you, tha-" Her voice was cut off as Viktora shoved her marbled rod down the foxgirl's throat. She didn't even thrust, just left it their for Beck to choke on, which she did happily. When Beck ran out of air and was going to pass out, she tapped Viktora's leg. The vampire withdrew and allowed her a few gasping breaths before choking her on the vampiric pilr of meat again.

  Shiloh nodded his approval at her treatment of the bratty slut beneath them, and Viktora blushed, giving him a small smile in return. He lined himself up at Beck's needy slit and waited for her to run out of air again. When Viktora pulled out, Shiloh smmed in. Beck tried to scream, but her lungs were empty. He quickly built up to speed and, before she could catch her breath, she went completely still. She choked on her own ecstasy, unable to breathe with the paralysis her pleasure inflicted upon her aching body.

  Shiloh continued to pound into her, shaking the pillory with every thrust. Finally, Beck was able to pull in enough breath to announce her euphoria to the room. Her shrill cry woke Elnor and Katerine, who roused themselves and joined Ara, standing behind Shiloh and watching as he made a mess of their Defender. Beck screamed in pleasure again and her walls cmped around Shiloh's length. Faster than he would have thought possible, especially following the mind-shattering orgasm he'd had at the hands of Aphrodite, Shiloh's cock twitched and deposited yet another load into her, coating her with his seed.

  He pulled out of her and walked around the pillory, motioning for Viktora to take her thick rod out of Beck's mouth. She did so, and Beck gasped only once before Shiloh's cock repced the vampire's. She eagerly licked their combined juices off of it, and it softened for the first time since he'd started. He had been wondering if the increased stamina and ck of refractory period were a part of the dreamscape but, with so many women lusting after him, he hadn't actually given it any thought.

  When his cock was clean, and Beck was thoroughly drunk on pleasure, he knelt before her and looked deep into her green eyes, dulled with the haze of satisfaction.

  "What did you learn, slut?" He whispered.

  "Be a good slut and Master makes you feel good." Beck slurred out, barely able to focus on him. Shiloh nodded and removed her from the pillory. She managed to remain upright, which he thought was a feat in and of itself, and followed him and his other lovers back to the bed. He sat on the end of it, and they naturally arranged themselves around him. They draped their arms across his naked body, stroking every inch of him they could touch. He had eyes for only one of them, though. Twil, still resolutely refusing to show emotion, was leaking onto the table she was strapped to.

  Shiloh allowed her to enjoy the sight of him surrounded by his other sluts, including the one he'd just broken of her own disobedience, who was licking his soft cock, drawing it back to full stiffness. When it was hard again, Beck sank her mouth onto it and Shiloh groaned, his head tilting back and his eyes closing.

  "Please." The single word, forced through gritted teeth, was more of a concession than the pathetic begging Beck had engaged in.

  Shiloh rose at once from the bed and crossed over to Twil. He reached in and looped a finger through her colr. She didn't blush, but her pale cheeks did get slightly more color to them. He traced his finger over the gold stitching of the word "His".

  "Please." She whispered.

  Shiloh, shocked that she'd said it again, looked down at her body. He noticed that she wasn't holding still anymore. She was straining so hard at her bonds that her arms and legs couldn't do anything but shake slightly. He smirked and raised an eyebrow at her before responding.

  "Where would you like the st spank, slut?"

  Shiloh watched as Twil's remaining pride fought against the heat in her loins, a battle which pride was quickly losing. She finally sighed in frustration and frowned at him. He smiled evilly, delighting in breaking her control.

  "On my pussy." She whispered.

  He leaned in close. "Try that again?"

  She stifled a growl. "On my pussy, Master."

  "Good slut." He drew his hand back and she rolled her hips forward to present his target to him. He brought the open-palmed sp down on her swollen cunt, and she hissed in pleasure and pain as the wet smack resounded throughout the chamber. He kept his palm on her soaked nethers, slowly massaging them before slipping a finger into his Mistress-turned-slut.

  Twil moaned at the touch, her head falling back on the table, her eyes fluttering closed and her lips parting in revetion of the joy that was to be hers. Shiloh pushed a second finger into her and slowly drove them deeper, until the heel of his palm was resting against the top of her pussy. He curled his fingers up and stroked her g-spot as his palm gently rubbed into her clit.

  She whined and bucked her hips as much as she could, desperate for his touch. He didn't deny her or tease her; she'd done enough of that to herself by resisting his will for so long. Twil quickly came undone, with lewder and lewder noises tearing from her perfect lips. She writhed and screamed her ecstasy to the heavens. Before she ran out of breath, the scream turned to more begging.

  "Please fuck me, Master!" Twil cried in true anguish. "I need to feel you make me yours, please!"

  Shiloh smiled and released her from the table. As soon as she was free, he scooped her into a bridal carry, and bore her twitching frame back to the bed. His other lovers made room for them, and he noticed looks of utter shock and disbelieving awe on Elnor's and Ara's faces. He smirked at them and they blushed, then he id his st lover on the soft mattress, surrounded by his other conquests.

  Twil immediately pulled her legs back to her chest, baring her holes for his use. He crawled onto the bed after her, and smiled down at her yearning face. He lined up with her dripping cunt, and thrust his cock in deep. Perhaps unsurprisingly, she ran out of pussy before he ran out of cock. The downside of being a halfling, he supposed.

  Twil hissed in pain as his cock bumped into her cervix, but his attunement to her desires let him know that she wanted him to do that again.

  Gods that hurts so fucking good... I hope he doesn't think this is a one-time thing. The others might not, but I definitely want him to conquer me again.

  Shiloh smmed back into her again, though not as hard as he was capable of. She hissed in pained delight again and began panting. He drew her slowly towards the peak, dragging her humiliation out in front of their teammates, giving her ample time to recognize that they would all see through the icy facade from now on. She squirmed underneath him and whine with each withdrawal. She finally opened her eyes and gred at him again.

  "Stop teasing me." She compined, and he smirked at her.

  "Tell all of them exactly what you want right now, and I'll give it to you." Shiloh offered with his best serious voice. He felt her cmp down, heard her whine, and added one more thing. "Don't forget, I already know exactly what you want."

  Twil growled and pounded her fists into the bed before caving. As she began spilling her guts for them to all hear, Shiloh started thrusting faster and faster, rewarding her with the pleasure that she was debasing herself to obtain. "Please fuck me, Master! Fuck me good and hard and make me cum on that huge fucking cock of yours! Don't stop until I can't fucking think anymore. I want load after load dumped into me until I'm heavy with your child. I want your cock in every hole I have, totally subjugating me, turning me into nothing more than your breeding sow! Please give me your seed, Maste-e-e-er!"

  Her voice rose into a fevered pitch, disappearing from auditory levels as her walls clenched around his thick length. Shiloh tipped over the edge with her and painted her womb white. She shook and quivered and screamed and came and came and came, letting go of her legs and writhing with bliss. When she finally descended from her peak, the rest of Shiloh's harem graced every inch of her skin with kisses. They murmured sweet nothings to her, reassurances at the dismantling of her persona. Shiloh was breathing heavily, and he pulled out before trying to y down next to his final conquest of the night. Ara stopped him.

  "She said every hole, Master."

  Twil groaned in exhaustion, but reached down and pulled her legs even further back, inviting him in once more.

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