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Sensual love on the shifting sands

Do you seek comfort from the harsh world in the arms of others? The world has a way of pushing people into each other's arms. This erotica involves a fantasy version of an ancient Egyptian priesthood where people live under real gods. What to expect: At least 2 out of 7 chapters are erotic. There are some genuine action scenes. The cover is AI; the content is not.

Divinationelder · Fantasy
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41 Chs

Under the glittering starlight: (18+)

Naika, having taken Asenath's and Salma's blessings, approached me. Her cheeks are red with desire. She unhooked her back and revealed her breasts. She has soft pink nipples as opposed to Salma's dark nipples. I got up and stole her lips. All the tension left her body as she understood that I accepted her.

A good woman needs to be devoured and taken. Man is a bit cruel by nature because he needs to put his body into the body of another. I grabbed the flesh of her chest and playfully bit her breast.

She gasped with delight. Her breasts are salty with sweat. She is looking down at me, her beautiful lips agape.

I survived, and I'm here, alive. It's a celebration of life to embrace another human being. Her loincloth fell to the ground, leaving her with the same outfit she came out of her mother with. She is an outie. Her lips down there have a wide, outward expression. My tongue invaded her sweet lips, and I tasted her. She is a great kisser.

I massaged her womanhood with the three fingers of my right hand.

"Haaah."

Her quick gasps tickle my face as she looks into my eyes with full adoration. She has so much vaginal mucus that it sticks to my fingers and almost covers it entirely.

She crouches and takes my manhood into her mouth. She takes me deep into her throat to moisten the entirety of my penis. After she did that, she used her other two hands to cover the length she couldn't take into her mouth without utilizing her throat. She is so good at this. The conduit of Hathor embodies her goddess very well. She is a slutty little priestess. She moans, snorts, and sucks.

*slurp*, *slurp*, *slurp*

She put it out and smacked her tongue with it. She adores my penis with all her heart. My eyes drift to Asenath, who is fingering herself, enjoying the show. "Kahahahahaha!"

Naika cackled like a mad woman with her sweet voice and tackled me into the sand—her womanhood drizzled mucus, which glittered and glistened with the moonlight shining between her legs.

She aligns my manhood with hers and sits.

"Ahn!"

My girth, my length, and my body agree with her insides. It's a tight fit. She balances herself with her palms on my abs and her feet on the ground. She is perched on me like a cat. She is athletic and flexible. She jumps up and down on me, enjoying the feeling of fullness with her whole being. It makes her go crazy with passion. She clasps her cheeks with her fingers. Her face says this is the best thing that happened to her.

I grasped her waist and slammed myself into her with power. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust. Wet smacks reverberated through the shifting sands. She became visibly tired from being on top. I lifted her by her waist, and my manhood slipped out of her. Salma pointed at us, seemingly impressed.

"Look how much Nazhotep opened her up. Did I get ruined like that too?" Salma caressed her breasts with the thought of me devouring her supple body again. I put Naika on all fours and stimulated her with my tongue. I spread her and pushed my girth into her tight gash. She is so wet, it's crazy.

Her butthole snaps with every push. I made my thumb moist and pushed it into her rectum. She is squeezing on me. She is enjoying my little intrusion. Her ass does a little dance.

"Ahhn!"

I increased my tempo. She yelped in pleasure and went mad with sensation. I'm a cruel and great phyton, devouring her willing, supple female flesh. I made eye contact with Salma and Asenath. Their bodies were not safe from this cruel dominator either. My sensual touch will surely undo them as it undoes Naika.

Crisp sounds of flesh smacking flesh—it's an animalistic mating. Every pretense of civility becomes undone and gives way to the beastly instinct. A well-placed smack rocks her world. She clamps down on me yet fails to affect my stroke. A wave of pleasure travels from her head to toe. She begs me.

"Give me your great seed. Fill my womb!"

Her plea stirs something inside me. Air pockets in her vagina make obscene noises. I pushed my manhood as deep as I could and felt my manhood pulsate.

"Ahn." She holds her tummy, joyful and blissful. She feels the hot seed filling her. I fill her heart with joy.

She fell to her side, her womanhood leaking that white essence of life. She regained her bearings and kissed me.

"I need to meditate now. I want to utilize the gift you gave me. As a conduit to Hathor, I'm able to use men's seed to further my pursuit of eternity."

She crawled on all fours and sat on the sand. She then blew me a kiss and said,

"I'm not done with you!"

The night is still young, and I can still mingle. Since the new girl had been properly welcomed among us, I turned my attention to Salma and Asenath.

I sat in between them. They had disrobed already. Their smooth skin is illuminated by the moon, and shadows conceal the edges of their curves. A thousand poets would fail to describe the beauty of this visage.

As I lay between them, their eyes shone with lust and greed. I was their boy toy, their entertainment. This handsome hunk was finally theirs to play with. Life piles a certain weight on people, and the only respite is a concoction of love and sex. With the sensual touch, the weight is lifted, and the soul becomes bare, ready to touch the soul of another.

I held Asenath's breast in my palm and took her cute nipple on my lips. I then turned to steal Salma's lips. Her brows knit, and she is trying to savor every bit of feeling that my lips afforded her. Our tongues dance as Asenath grabs my manhood. She hungrily gobbles it up. She might be tasting Naika on me, but she doesn't seem to care.

She once told me she liked the fact that women desire me, and I desire women. According to her, the way women lust after me is a sign of my greatness, and the fact that I have enough vigor to make them happy is my charm.

She suckles and licks the rod, which is such a high-value commodity to her. She is rich in the sense that the commodity she values the most is hers, and she can take this richness into her body whenever she wants. Every poor soul out there shall die of jealousy, for she stands above others by virtue of being my mate.

Playful bites on Salma's breasts got her going with steamy passion. She got herself a nice man. She gets to enjoy him. She knows most other men don't love her muscular stature. The man in front of her is different. He yearns for her well-toned flesh. I yearn for her flesh.

Asenath and Salma look at me.

Salma squints her eyes.

"If you embrace us today, we will get pregnant."

Asenath continues.

"Luckily, the gods gave us alternatives."

She lays on her back and spreads her asshole with two fingers. Salma caresses my abs, indicating she too wants to do that. She hurriedly brings out the lubricating oils. Normally, we use it for cooking. It has another use altogether.

I covered my finger with the stuff and kneeled before Asenath's open legs. I pushed my fingers into her ass. She is excited about the prospect of giving her all to me. Her mouth falls agape. The man she loves isn't disgusted by anything about her. Salma walks up behind her and sits, keeping Asenath's head up and using her lap so she can see what I'm doing to her. Asenath's vaginal mucus ran down. It's the dew of her honey. A delicacy for me to taste. I plunge my tongue into her.

"Ahn!"

Her nipples go erect in seconds. Her most precious place smushes and stretches between my lips. I'm a thirsty dog who got to quench his thirst after a long time. I passionately undo her through her lips, her clitoris, and her vaginal and anal openings.

After making sure Asenath was properly loose down there, I stood up and towered over their naked bodies with my erect cock. From their perspective, glittering stars put a crown of light around my head. Salma oils my manhood up to get me ready. I must become properly oiled up to not hurt Asenath. Salma is a dutiful girl.

With my cock, erect with terrible purpose, I pin Asenath's wrist into the sand. This former slave enthusiastically presents me with her asshole. A ring of light-colored hairs crowns the hole. My slow entrance to her rectum opens her up. She accepts me into her ass easily because I made sure of that with my fingers.

Slowly, my cock goes in and out of her ass. She trusts me and my will completely. If I were to become a beast and increase my tempo, it would hurt her. I'm in complete control of myself. Instead, she becomes enamored with pleasure, safe in my arms.