Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 TITLE: A Daughter of Highgod
PART: 2 - Eirid Grace's Wedding
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MFF 1st F1st piv impreg cons size rom ScFi fant inc
UNIVERSE: Grand Trinity
SUMMARY: Highgod comes to claim young Eirid as his newest
daughter-bride. Set in Grand Trinity, an epic space fantasy setting of my
own devising.

   **********



   Eirid was a blessed girl.

   She had enormous vitality, and never seemed to tire or weary.  She had
never been sick or injured a day in her life.  Wild animals allowed her to
pet them, and insects never bit or stung her.  She cavorted with the nymphs
of the wood, dryads and naiads - and in recent months had begun kissing and
fondling their eager luscious bodies.

   The village in which she grew up had blossomed into a bustling
metropolis over her life, its prosperity granted by Highgod's blessing on
his visit to Glendonlea, during which he had fucked and impregnated Eirid's
mother Alurabel.  Alurabel had never been sick or injured since that visit,
either, nor had she aged, still appearing to be 18 years old, with the
incredibly large ripe tits that her divine pregnancy had given her.  And
she was always happy and joyous, for once she knew the love of Highgod, her
spirits were eternally buoyant.

   Eirid lived with her mother above the seamstress shop, and helped with
the sewing.  Alurabel had taken over its running after her great-aunt had
died peacefully in her sleep when Eirid was small.  The young mother didn't
need to work; Highgod's blessing sustained her, and the village constantly
provided for the blessed mother and her child.  But Alurabel still
delighted in helping people by repairing their clothing or designing new
outfits for them.

   Eirid was also a ravenous reader, feeding her intellect with the large
library that Glendonlea had opened a few years back.  Highly intelligent,
she was forever asking the priests and sages astute questions, which they
answered when they could.

   Some of the townsfolk were doubtful or jealous - or both - and often
insinuated that Eirid was not of Highgod's blood.  Perhaps it had only been
a wandering mage, they said, or some exiled demigod.  Eirid giggled at
that; as if that wasn't still an amazing lineage!  But she knew she was
Highgod's daughter; she felt his presence always, every moment of her life.
Her heart was warmed with the sure love of her omnipotent father, and she
couldn't wait to meet him in person and give him her young body.

   And, despite the whispers of some townsfolk, they all wanted Eirid to
kiss their newborn babes, in hopes that some of her blessedness would be
conferred onto their own offspring.

   On the eve before her 18th birthday, Eirid could barely contain her
excitement.  Tomorrow the angels of Highgod would come for her!  That's
what Alurabel and the priests always told her - Highgod always claimed his
daughters on their 18th birthdays - and she knew it in her heart to be
true.

   Her mother had given her a white dress to wear for the occasion.  "It's
my white maiden's gown," she'd said, and Eirid had hugged her mama,
touched. They appeared almost identical now, as Eirid was on the cusp of
turning 18, and Alurabel still appeared to be that age.

   There was a knock on the door then, and Eirid flew down the stairs to
answer it.  The old priest who was head of Glendonlea's temple - he had
once been the town's only priest, when it had been a smaller, simpler
village - was there, smiling at her.  "Blessed child," he inclined his head
respectfully.  "Are you prepared for your ascension?"

   She beamed at him.  "Yes!  Come in!"

   The old priest pulled a small ornate jewelry box from his robe as
Alurabel came down the stairs.  "Eirid, the Pentatheon have bestowed a gift
upon me for you." The Pentatheon were the five gods who were worshipped in
this galaxy.  "They say their blessing is paltry compared to your father's,
but they wish to do you honor nonetheless."

   Her eyes wide with wonderment, Eirid took the jewelry box, and opened
it. Inside were several objects.  She examined a tiny glass bottle, and
unstoppered it.  A cool breeze blew on her face, and it carried music. 
Fascinated, she stoppered it again.

   "The voice of Vaendul," the priest said, "tempered by passing through a
freshwater sea of singing mermaids."

   Eirid took out a locket next, and opened it.  Bright light sparkled from
within.  "The starlight of the most beautiful stars in our galaxy," the
priest said.  "It can banish evil and reveal secrets."

   "Izrel's gift," Eirid reasoned, and the priest nodded.  She looked at
the next item, which was a plucked blossom, as red as blood.

   "A godflower from the garden of the god of war and the goddess of life,"
the priest informed her.  "It will never wilt, and its fragrance acts as a
soporific that works on any creature, even if it is mechanical or some
such."

   The last item was a chunk of ice that glimmered iridescently. 
"Enchanted crystalline ice from the walls of Rhomann's vaults," the priest
said.  "It can grow and take any form you desire.  It will never melt,
unless someone of honor and integrity desires it to.  But even if it melts,
it will return to the form of this small chunk."

   "Thank you," Eirid said sincerely.  "These gifts are wondrous."

   The priest smiled.  "You will find many more wonders in Atlantis,
methinks."

   "A gift from the heart is always wondrous," Alurabel observed, and Eirid
smiled at her mama in agreement.

   The priest held out his wrinkled hands, and Eirid put hers in them.  He
squeezed them gently and looked into her eyes.  "My child, we are only a
humble town, but I have tried to do well by you, the scion of Highgod."

   Eirid favored him with a radiant smile.  "You have.  I couldn't have
asked for better."

   The priest smiled back, and nodded.  "It is usually a priest's job to
bless his congregation," he said.  "But you have blessed me, and this whole
town, more than I could ever bless you."

   Eirid hugged him, and the priest bade them goodbye before shuffling out
the door.

   "And now," Alurabel said, "it is time to sleep.  You should be well
rested before your wedding tomorrow."

   "Yes, Mama," Eirid said.  "Can I sleep with you tonight?" It would be
her last night with her mother, and she wanted to spend as much of it with
her as she could.  Yet her departure would not sadden either one of them,
for the blessing of Highgod sustained both their spirits regardless of
life's circumstances.

   "Of course, honey," she kissed her cheek, and Eirid ran to her room,
donning her nightgown before crawling into bed with her young mother.  They
snuggled the whole night, their soft snores things of adorable loveliness.

   Eirid woke up at the crack of dawn the next morning.  Instinct prickled
within her, and she gleefully put on her mother's white maiden gown, before
dashing outside.  Alurabel was up by this time too, and followed her
daughter.  The she-unicorn was waiting for them.  The noble creature had
watched over Eirid all her life, and let the girl ride her frequently.  She
even allowed Alurabel to touch her, despite the young mother no longer
being virgin; having known the touch of Highgod, she was even purer than a
virgin!

   Eirid and her mama climbed astride the she-unicorn now.  "Morning!" she
greeted her brightly, and the unicorn greeted her in kind before bearing
the girls to the central plaza.  Both girls looked up at the sky, their
blessed senses tingling within them.

   An outcry rose up from the townspeople as a floating ship suddenly
appeared in the sky over them.  It was a luxurious white sky yacht, with
streaming banners and music.  Angels - all girls, all daughters of Highgod
like Eirid herself - soared around it in happy flights.

   The townspeople sank to their knees.  Others came out of their houses
and shops to see, and quickly followed suit.  Litanies of worship and
praise rose up to the heavens.

   A figure floated down from the sky yacht to the plaza.  Eirid watched in
amazement as the figure resolved itself into a young girl who appeared to
be 18 like herself.  She wore scanty bikini armor of purple and gold, and
her midsized titlets threatened to burst from her top, which only concealed
her nipples, leaving her areolae bare.  She had long luscious black hair
and dusky red skin, and Eirid's whole body tingled just looking at her.

   She bent to one knee before Eirid, who was still astride the unicorn. 
"Eirid, daughter-bride of Highgod, I am Farael, Paladin of the Praetorian
Guard, and your personal protector.  Will you accept me as your escort to
your new home?"

   "Yes!" Eirid said gleefully, leaping off the she-unicorn and pulling
Farael to her feet with a fierce embrace.  The young Paladin was surprised,
but hugged her back.

   "Then come, holy Grace," she said, taking Eirid's hand, and the 18 year
old blonde suddenly became lighter than air, floating up!  The Paladin
turned to the she-unicorn, and said, "Noble beast, you have maintained your
faithful vigil over Highgod's beloved and his daughter-bride.  I bring you
a blessing for your generous service."

   She touched her soft hand to the unicorn's horn, and suddenly wings
sprouted from its back.  Alurabel squealed in glee as the she-unicorn
lurched in surprise.  Then the unicorn took flight, swooping around as
Alurabel clutched its mane, laughing delightedly.

   Eirid and Farael kept floating up, faster now, towards the sky yacht. 
"Bye!" Eirid waved to the townsfolk down below.  "Thank you!  Bye!"

   Her friends waved back, as the people praised 'holy Eirid'.  Before they
ascended all the way to the sky yacht's deck, Farael looked down below once
again, and spoke, her voice carrying across the entire metropolis.  "People
of Glendonlea, you shall forever be blessed.  So Highgod decrees, so shall
it be."

   Then she floated up with Eirid and they touched down softly onto the
deck.  Eirid goggled in wonder.  There were scantily clad dancing girls
performing for her, and her quim tingled as she watched them; they were so
lovely and sexy!

   Farael gestured her to her place, and Eirid lounged on some cushions
upon her elbow.  Dancing girls waved palm leaves over her and fed her
grapes and poured her wine.  She felt happy from head to toe; she was going
to meet her daddy and be wed to him!

   A female voice came from nowhere.  "It is always a pleasure to see you
again, dear Eirid."

   Eirid looked around, but saw only Farael and the dancing girls, and
their escort of angels around the sky yacht.  "Who are you, and where?" she
asked.

   "I am Odne," the voice replied, "the vessel on which you reside.  You
have not met me yet, but I have met you."

   "A talking skyship," Eirid enthused, fascinated.  One who could
apparently travel through time!

   A throaty chuckle echoed around her.  "I am far more than a skyship;
this is only the form I am currently taking.  I am a Hypernought, one of
the mightiest kinds of vessel in the High Imperial Legions.  I can take any
form or size, and can travel anywhere."

   "That's amazing!" Eirid said.

   "I am glad you think so," Odne replied, pride evident in her tone.  "Are
you ready to be borne to your new home, Eirid Grace?"

   "Yes, please!" she clapped her hands delightedly, and the sky yacht
hummed into motion.  The blue skies over Glendonlea transformed into
brilliant scintillating colors as Odne moved them through dimensions and
planes.  Eirid was fascinated by the constantly changing views, as wondrous
and exotic cosmoscapes flashed by unbelievably quickly.

   "Why does everyone keep calling me 'Grace'?" she asked Farael curiously.

   "That is what you are," her scantily clad bodyguard explained. 
"Highgod's daughter-brides are all referred to as holy Graces."

   "Neat!" Eirid said, and gasped as Odne came to a stop before five
hovering figures.  They had not yet traversed very far, cosmologically
speaking, from Glendonlea.  Eirid sucked in her breath as she recognized
her five visitors.

   The gods of the Pentatheon, who ruled her home galaxy.  Vaendul, whose
eyes were a sun and a moon, and whose voice was the cold north wind of all
planets.  Rhomann, god of honor and justice, clad in golden armor and
wielding his hammer Stanhwil.  Izrel, the eyeless god, with one old
wrinkled hand and one youthful hand, the lord of secrets and knowledge. 
And the twin deities, the god of war and the goddess of life.  Both their
hair was as red as blood, for blood was the color of life and of death
both.

   "Holy Grace," they bowed their heads.

   Eirid waited for them to say more, then realized they were waiting for
her permission!  "You may speak," she said, suppressing a giggle of
surprised delight.

   "We hope that we have found favor in your eyes," Rhomann spoke for them.
"Though we are worshipped throughout a galaxy, our domain is paltry before
all creation.  We hope that you...will remember us, with favor, when you
are in Atlantis."

   Eirid grasped that these gods were deliberately courting her favor -
her! A young woman from a little town!  She was the daughter-bride of
Highgod, and could command great prosperity for them if she so chose - or
great calamity.

   "I will speak favorably of you to my father-husband," she said with a
smile, "so long as you continue to favor the people over whom you have
stewardship."

   They nodded, please.  "We so swear, holy Grace," Rhomann said solemnly.
Then they vanished.  Odne hummed into motion again, and they left colors
behind, entering a sparkling vista of no color known to the mortal realm.

   "We have left your home universe," Farael grinned.  "Your senses are
processing what you see in a manner that you can comprehend.  You'll see
many universes flash by, before we leave the multiverse entirely."

   Eirid, watched in fascination as they indeed passed by other blobs of
scintillating color, before they entered the silver astral realm between
multiverses.  She had read of this in Glendonlea's library.  All of
creation was composed of infinite multiverses, each of which contained
multiple (and sometimes infinite) universes.

   Highgod's paradisal kingdom - known as the High Empire - stretched
across a Megaverse of 13 entire multiverses, which he ruled from his
capital city of Atlantis.  Looking ahead, Eirid watched a cluster of 13
sparkling dots grow larger and larger before her wide blue eyes.

   Then they plunged within it, flying between the multiverses to the very
center.  A bright aurora of golden light shone from within the 13th
multiverse, and impossibly, Eirid could see a massive tower rising into it
from clouds of silver and pink and white.

   "None can approach the tower Yggdrasil directly unless Highgod allows
it," Farael explained as they plunged through the silver clouds.  Hints of
golden light shimmered through the puffs, and then Odne emerged, sailing on
a sea of the bluest water Eirid had ever seen.

   The sky was lit up by the golden aurora above, which she had seen on
their approach, and before her was spread the glory of Atlantis.  Mermaids
dove and sang about them, joyous for the arrival of the newest Grace, and
Eirid waved happily at them and blew them kisses, which pleased them no
end.

   "There is your sister Grace," Farael pointed out another sky yacht
emerging from the clouds onto the sea a distance away.  "She is eighteen
today as well, and being wed with you at the same time."

   "I can't wait to meet her!" Eirid enthused.  "I can't wait to meet all
of my sisters!" She thought for a moment.  "But we traveled between
different space-time continua...we could have arrived on different days
here and still both be turning 18 whenever we arrived; why at the same
time?" she asked, curious.

   Farael gave her a small, secret smile.  "Sister Graces are wed together
when Highgod foresees a great bond between them.  Although all of your
sisters will love you, and you them, sometimes two or more Graces become
especially close to each other." Eirid grinned at this revelation, even
more excited now.

   She couldn't see her sister on the other yacht though; it was too far
away.  So instead she returned her gaze to the spectacle of Atlantis as it
came up before them.  Seven mountains stood as islands in the freshwater
sea, six of them around the largest.  They were all covered with beautiful
architecture cast in white marble, and lush with flora and gardens.  Great
white arched bridges connected them to each other.  She espied the great
temples, one atop each mountain.

   "Cathedrals to the Seven Sisters," Farael explained, seeing her gaze,
"great goddesses who are also Graces like you." She pointed to each one in
turn.  "The Three Fates share that one.  The Twins Selene and Hyperielle's
mountaintop temples are opposite each other, with Olympus between them. 
Love, Death, and Time," she pointed out the last three in quick succession.

   "And the biggest one is Olympus?" Eirid said astutely, looking towards
the very largest one.  The massive tower - that she had seen when
approaching the clouds outside Atlantis - rose from the central mountain's
peak, climbing into the golden aurora of light that surrounded its tiptop
and gave glorious radiance to the great city below.

   "Aye," Farael nodded.  "With the living tower Yggdrasil atop it, and the
divine palace High Caer at the very top of that."

   Eirid's eyes were wide in wonder, and angels - all beautiful girls, her
sisters - as well as non-winged beings flew by them, waving and cheering
happily.  "Who are they?" she asked, waving back.  "Not the angels, the
other ones."

   "The eld titans," Farael smiled.  "Highgod's chosen people."

   The sky yacht came to dock at the foot of Olympus, and Eirid
disembarked, looking over to see her half-sister deboarding the other one.
She ran over to her, calling out happily, and the other girl, seeing her,
ran to her as well.

   They flew into each other's arms, embracing and squealing happily.  "I
can't believe we're really here!" the other girl exclaimed.

   "I know!" Eirid enthused.  "Ready to meet our daddy!" They squealed
again, and Eirid introduced herself.

   "I'm Sapphiric!" the other girl replied.  She had milk chocolate skin
and long black hair cascading down her back, and was dressed in a finely
tailored blue gown that matched her azure eyes.

   Eld titan porters brought a luxurious palanquin, and the two girls
scrambled onto it, holding hands as they waved at the people lining the
streets.  The porters lifted them up and carried them along, as angels
soared above, their wings dropping glitter and confetti.  Music played
across Atlantis, an achingly beautiful female voice singing with it.

   Farael was marching on one side of the palanquin, and Eirid noticed
another scantily clad young Paladin marching along the other side.  "Is
that your bodyguard?" she asked Sapphiric.  "She's hot!"

   Sapphiric giggled.  "I know!  I haven't been able to stop looking at
her. Her name's Kyrilah.  Yours is pretty too!"

   "She's Farael," Eirid smiled.  "She's explained a lot to me."

   "I'm going to love it here," Sapphiric sighed happily, and Eirid agreed.

   They were being carried up the main boulevard.  Statues lined it on
either side, and both sides were surrounded by gently flowing streams that
ran down the mountain to feed the ocean.  The far sides of each stream were
lined with luscious trees whose branches were laden with golden apples.

   "The River of Life, flowing from the heart of the mountain," Farael told
her, her voice carrying directly to Eirid's ear.  "And the Trees of Life,
born from Yggdrasil's fruits." Eirid's eyes were huge with wonder and
delight, and from Sapphiric's expression she could tell that Kyrilah was
telling her sister the same thing.

   Halfway up the mountain was a grand edifice, and from it flowed the
River of Life, before it split around the boulevard.  Their porters stopped
at the entrance and set the palanquin down.  The two sisters marveled as
they peered inside.  The marble walls of the edifice gave way to a cavern
burrowing directly into the heart of the mountain, where the Flame of
Atlantis heated the divine forge, and the Avalon Spring fed the roots of
the living tower Yggdrasil.

   A man walked from the cavern out to stand before the brides.  He was a
one-eyed cyclops, but was the height of a human, rather than giant like
most of his race.  He bowed to one knee before the palanquin, and held out
the purple cushion he was holding.  Resting upon it were two laurel crowns
that glimmered with inner light.

   Eirid and Sapphiric were entranced, and accepted the crowns reverently
as their Paladin Praetors picked up the laurel tiaras and crowned each
girl. Their clothing shimmered and was replaced with exquisite pink wedding
gowns.  The girls gasped in delight as the lacy designs that accentuated
their beautiful young bodies; they were now clad in the daughter-bridal
colors, prepared for their father-husband!

   The dwarf cyclops spoke then, his voice gravelly and wise.  "I am Eitri,
smith-god of Atlantis, and Highgod has blessed me with the ability to forge
these crowns directly from his power.  They will always protect and bless
you, and grant you his divine authority.  None other can wear them, for you
and your sisters alone are the queens of creation." Eirid and Sapphiric
thanked him enthusiastically, and their porters picked up the palanquin
again, bearing them up the boulevard once more, past the temple that led
into the heart of Olympus.

   Onward and upward they went, past excitedly cheering crowds, until they
reached the peak.  Yggdrasil - a living spire carved from the Tree of
Worlds - towered over them into the distant golden aurora high above, and
its entrance yawned before them.  On a balcony just over the entrance stood
a man, who was far more than a man.

   Highgod himself smiled radiantly down at his daughter-brides, whose
hearts leapt with joy as they beheld him.  The porters set down the
palanquin, and the two sisters held hands, as their Paladin Praetors took
their free hands, so that the four of them floated lightly up to the
balcony.  The Paladins took their positions well to the sides, while Eirid
and Sapphiric stood before their father, beaming at him.

   He was over six feet tall, and his frame was solid rippling muscle.  His
flesh was gleaming like bronze, and his luscious blonde curls spilled
across his shoulders in a luxurious cascade.  His eyes were pure white
orbs, glowing benevolently.  He wore red epaulets and loincloth, each
trimmed with gold, leaving his sculpted torso bare.

   Eirid's fresh virgin cunt quivered wetly with desire; how she longed to
run her fingers along those pecs!  From Sapphiric's lusty sighs, she knew
her black half-sister was feeling the same way.

   Highgod took their hands in his, and they purred happily at his touch.
With their free hands each girl gripped her sister's, and the three stood
there united, as the crowds below hushed.  A beautiful melody of soul-notes
rang out, sung by Eirid's sister Alleluia, head of the astral choirs, who
had the most wonderful singing voice in all creation.  It was a unique
hymn, composed by her specifically for Eirid and Sapphiric, for every
bridal hymn she sang was different.

   When it was over, the two brides' eyes were shining with happiness,
their hearts bursting.  Highgod smiled at them, weakening their knees, and
spoke.  "Eirid, daughter of Alurabel, do you take me, Highgod, to be your
divinely wedded father and husband, to love and to cherish, to honor and
obey, to bear my daughters, for all eternity?"

   His voice was like softly rumbling thunder, deep and glorious.  "I do!"
she said breathlessly, radiant with happiness.

   He squeezed her hand lovingly, and looked at Sapphiric.  "Sapphiric,
daughter of Yawen, do you take me, Highgod, to be your divinely wedded
father and husband, to love and to cherish, to honor and obey, to bear my
daughters, for all eternity?"

   "I do!" her sister's voice rang out happily.

   "Then I, Highgod, take you, Eirid, and you, Sapphiric, to be my divinely
wedded daughters and brides, to love and to cherish, to honor and protect,
to bless and to breed, for all eternity." His smile was like a breaking
sunrise.  "I pronounce us Highgod and Graces." He bent down, and his two
daughters smothered his mouth in kisses, a hot steamy three-way kiss that
set Eirid's skin aflame with passion.

   When their lips finally parted - the two girls gasping and barely aware
of the wildly celebrating crowds below them - Highgod pulled them into the
tower through the balcony entrance, and holding their hands, levitated them
up through a central shaft of the tower.  Up and up they rose, through
myriad chambers and stories, until finally they appeared in High Caer
itself, the heavenly palace of the angels.

   But despite all the wonders surrounding them, Eirid and Sapphiric could
see nothing except their daddy-husband.  Their nipples were tiny hard
pebbles beneath their pink wedding gowns, and their pussies ached to take
his cock and his seed deep inside them.

   So their transit was a blur, until finally they arrived in the Odah -
the open-air, unroofed garden sanctum at the very top of High Caer.  The
golden aurora of Atlantis was all around them, and the sky was brilliant
with stars and universes.  The Odah itself was filled with their eternally
young sisters, all daughter-queens of their shared father, most of them in
varying stages of undress, and all in varying stages of pregnancy.  Some
girls were lounging, bathing, or feasting; others were making sweet sapphic
love with each other.

   Most of them - those who weren't too busy pleasuring one another -
greeted their new sisters enthusiastically, and the two girls beamed.  Yet
their bodies and hearts and minds burned with one need above all else, and
their daddy and sisters knew it.  The clothes of the three vanished - in
the haze of her incestuously wedded lust, Eirid wasn't certain if they
disappeared magically, or if they had thrown them off the usual way - and
Eirid beheld her daddy and her sister nude for the first time.

   Eirid herself was a slim, fair beauty.  She got her long golden waves of
hair and blue eyes from her mother Alurabel.  Her tits were still small,
but she knew her pregnancy would bless her with big boobs to please her
daddy-husband.  Sapphiric's cunny was as moist as her sister's, and her
equally small-titted body was delicious to look upon.

   But it was their daddy's cock that mesmerized them both.  A fat long
sausage as thick as his muscular forearm and two full feet long, it dangled
heavily between his legs and then swelled and rose, hardening to a steely
pillar ready to impale his eager young daughter-brides.  His obese nuts
were the size of coconuts, swollen with seed to shoot inside their fertile
teen wombs.  His cock lurched and jerked beneath their horny gazes, and
with every throb, it sprayed hot droplets of bubbling precum.

   With one accord between the three of them, Sapphiric lay back, her daddy
falling atop her, as Eirid caressed both their bodies.  Sapphiric spread
her slim legs, baring her pink slit, and Highgod slid his impossibly huge
cock inside her sweet young pussy.  Her nether lips spread wider and wider
as she admitted her own daddy's gigantic member, and she cried out in
rapture, tossing her head back and forth as he steadily spitted his own
daughter completely on his huge dick, his fat balls squelching into her
chocolate ass.

   He began fucking her gently, building her pleasure up to higher and
higher peaks as she writhed beneath him, screaming his name.  His massive
shlong thrust slurpily inside her hot slippery passage over and over, the
sounds of their fucking becoming ever louder and wetter.  His harsh
grunting filled their ears with their daddy's pleasure as he reamed
Sapphiric, sending climax after climax spiraling through the teen girl's
thrashing body.

   In the Odah, in the very metaphysical center of all Eternity, time was
meaningless.  It might have been hours, or days, that Highgod fucked his
horny black daughter's slick juicy cunny with his humongous white cock,
filling her up with load after load after load of scalding daddy-jizz,
breeding her fertile womb thoroughly as she climaxed unendingly.  And
whenever Highgod cummed, all of his daughters in the Odah cummed too,
convulsing in ecstasy as they juiced.

   Eirid's inner legs were soaked and sticky with all the juices she had
leaked, when Highgod finally pulled out of her sister's gaping, ravished
cunt.  Thick cockslop oozed out of her as Sapphiric sighed, delirious with
happiness, in exhausted slumber.

   Eirid eagerly lay back and spread her legs, gasping in pleasure as her
divine daddy hitched them up even farther, bracing his knees on her inner
thighs before driving his enormous cockmeat deep inside her drenched
virginity.  She writhed beneath him; the pleasure of his incredible
fucktool was far, far greater than even she had imagined!  It stretched and
stuffed and satisfied her beyond anything in the cosmos, and his muscular
weight atop her, smothering her with his intoxicating musk, was heaven
itself.

   She threw her hips up into his pounding thrusts, their bodies slamming
together with obscene wet smacks of flesh on flesh.  When she had been
watching Highgod fuck Sapphiric, time had been meaningless; now, lost in
the sheer rapture of being fucked herself, time no longer existed for her.
There were only unending waves of bliss crashing over her little form, as
she jerked and flopped in orgasm beneath his dominating weight.

   Over and over his thick two-foot-long cock rutted her, a daddy breeding
his own daughter, and it was holy and beautiful.  When at last he grunted
triumphantly, planting his hips into hers one more time as he anchored his
cock nuts-deep within her warm slippery cunt, her mind shattered with tidal
waves of delight.  His magnificent god-cock lurched powerfully within her
as he spurted endless fountains of potent incestuous jizz into her womb.

   She felt the life sparking within her, and his hot seed sloshing in her
core, and it only enhanced her pleasure as she shrieked, nonstop, as her
omnipotent daddy fucked her and cummed inside her horny ravished 18 year
old cunt again and again and again and again...

   **********

   COMMENTS: Like many authors, I love hearing positive feedback and
suggestions!  If you like, email me: big DOT al DOT author AT gmail DOT com
   NOTE: All characters are 18+