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 TITLE: Rise of the Demon Lord
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MFF MF+ 1st F1st oral fellatio anal piv impreg cons size ScFi
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UNIVERSE: Nexus Empire
SUMMARY: A million years before the Nexus Empire, a barbarian with two
huge cocks rises to meet his destiny.  Set in the Nexus Empire, an original
space fantasy setting of my own devising.

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   The 18 year old twin girls moaned and huffed in exhausted ecstasy as
both their tight slippery cunts were stuffed with the same man's two cocks.
Azael - a human mortal, with rippling bronzed musculature - was blessed
with two cocks, each of them as thick as his muscular forearm and a foot
and a half long.  As the two girls lay on top of each other, they writhed
beneath him in their fourth hour of rapture as he fucked them nonstop, his
huge cocks shlicking and squelching inside their juicy pussies.

   They had both cummed countless times, and he had filled them up with his
jizz ten times himself.  Their virginities had been thoroughly ravished,
and their eggs were drowned in baby batter.  And still they cried out in
bliss as the insatiable mortal fucked their divine pussies.

   For the girls were titans, goddesses of that race that held the universe
under its yoke.  Yet when this rugged mortal had come to visit their
uncle's palace, they couldn't resist him.  His delicious mortal musk had
intoxicated them, and his gigantic mortal double cocks mesmerized them and
now wrung orgasm after grunting orgasm from them both.

   He had just gushed more fountains of jizz inside them, when the door
slammed open.  The twin girls' uncle - the god-titan who ruled this remote
galaxy - stormed in, his face red with anger, and he seized Azael by the
shoulder.  With the effortless superstrength of the titan race, he pulled
the human away from his nieces and clear off the floor, before throwing him
bodily against the wall.

   Azael grinned savagely.  "Your heiresses weren't complaining," he
jeered, and his cocks - still hard and drenched with teen fuckslime - gave
clear evidence of that.  Even now, they sighed deliriously on the bed,
still caught up in the aftershocks that twitched through their ravished,
sweaty forms.

   "You disgusting mortal worm," the god-king spat.  Divine fire lanced
from his eyes, and Azael didn't blink as incinerating light hurtled towards
him.  There was a puff of light as the godly fire hit his chest and
dissipated.  "Titanqueen's crown," he spat.  "What devilry is this?"

   Azael's cocky grin did not slacken.  "Devilry that can defy petty
tyrants with too much power on their hands." In truth, he did not know the
source of his ability to absorb energy.  It didn't matter what sort of
power was directed at him: mystic, psionic, even divine - it all dissipated
harmlessly when touching him.  People had cursed him as a half-souldrinker
before - usually those he had defeated in battle - but he was fully human,
and had no limits to his absorption, the way souldrinkers did.

   "I will tear you apart with my bare hands," the uncle snarled.  He
gripped Azael by the neck, lifting him off the floor with the phenomenal
strength all titans possessed.

   The human barbarian's grin didn't falter, although he knew the god-king
possessed both ability and will to make good on his threat.  "Really?" he
arched his eyebrow.  "You would snuff out of the life of your great-nieces'
father."

   The uncle's eyes bulged out with rage, but he could sense the life
stirring within his ravished nieces' wombs.  Azael couldn't of course, but
his potent seed always, without fail, knocked up girls he fucked.  "You
titans are so touchy about your dynasties," Azael continued.

   The uncle roared and hurled the mortal through the wall.  Stone crumbled
as the barbarian grunted in pain, landing against the wall of the next
room. "Take him to Eberschal," the god-king ordered his guards.  "Throw him
in the Pit, where he'll spend all eternity there in misery."

   ***



   The planet Eberschal was across the universe from the palace of the
god-king whose nieces Azael had deflowered and bred, but it was in the
galaxy that served as a junction connecting the titan kings' farflung
empire, through interdimensional nexes.  So when the titans needed a prison
to dump their most hated enemies, it was most convenient to have one near
said junction.

   And Eberschal more than sufficed.

   Two guards - as mortal as he was - escorted Azael off the shuttle onto
the landing pad.  A dim red giant sun cast its burning light onto the dusty
red world.  A palatial sandstone ziggurat was the only grand edifice for
leagues around, surrounded by a shanty village of poor shacks.  Azael
snorted as he saw it; just like the titan god-kings, whoever ruled here
cared only for his own luxury, and little for his subjects' welfare.

   Said local ruler was riding up in a palanquin borne by slaves; it was a
humanoid male, of a race Azael didn't recognize, clad in rich raiment with
an ornate crown upon his head.  He held a scepter and a staff in his hands,
both of which were gilded and bejeweled.  "You must be the warden," the
barbarian grunted.  They were on the edge of a cliff, below which was the
prison, surrounded by insurmountable cliff walls and force fields

   The man glared at him.  "I am Odas Vyyr, priest-king of the dark gods
and keeper of the Pit!  The titan gods have seen fit to offer a sacrifice
to my deities, and so you shall be cast into the abyss, there to dwell
forever, where even death will not release you from the grip of my dark
gods!"

   The man was deluded, Azael decided.  The titan gods would never offer
any kind of appeasement or price or sacrifice to whatever local deities
ruled this world; they used it as a prison, nothing more.  The guards
escorting him seemed bored by the priest-king's condemning speech as well;
they too knew he was nothing more than a flunky overseeing the titan gods'
favorite prison.

   He did notice formless ethereal shapes of black energy flickering around
- the dark gods that Odas Vyyr spoke of, perhaps.  The priest-king's litany
revealed that even death would not release Azael from imprisonment.  The
dark gods would chain his soul to his body each time he died, and he could
never leave after that, or the sustaining energy would fail, leaving him
permanently dead.

   He also gathered that there were hundreds of prisoners in the Pit,
unable to escape even by death.  They had free run of the prison, and
brutal gang wars erupted, no casualty ever being permanent.

   "Gods and devils, man," Azael finally interrupted the priest-king's
speech.  "Throw me in now and rid me of this babble." The guards seemed
amenable to that, but Odas Vyyr glared even harder at him.

   The man got off his palanquin and strode up to the barbarian, slapping
him in the face.  Azael didn't even flinch, and the priest-king's hand
seemed pained.  "The dark gods especially curse you, heathen," he
pronounced.  "Throw him in!"

   The guards took off his shackles and grabbed his arms to throw him in,
but Azael indignantly shook loose of them.  "I will not be tossed," he said
through gritted teeth, and the guards relented, allowing him to jump in of
his own accord.

   Azael stood on the lip of the cliff - then turned around and seized Odas
Vyyr, pulling the man to him.  "You should have stay in your chair," he
grinned savagely at the priest-king, then jumped backwards into the pit
with him.

   The priest-king's wail was high and shrill, and Aldric could hear
cracking bones from the priest-king's descent beside him, as the human
himself grunted in pain, his shoulder taking most of the fall onto the
rocks at the bottom of the cliff.

   Odas Vyyr was squealing in pain.  "You bastard!  Dark gods, strike down
this blasphemer, and deliver me!  You up there!  Bring me back up!" He
gesticulated wildly to the two guards above, who didn't seem inclined to
help.  Azael reached for the priest-king, ignoring the pain in his
shoulder, and snapped the man's spindly neck.

   The body collapsed to the ground, and Azael saluted the two guards, who
laughed and left.  He espied their shuttle flying through the sky back into
orbit a few moments later.

   A dreadful crackling noise returned his attention to the priest-king's
corpse, and impossibly, he was standing up, his wounds knitting, black
energy flickering around his body.  "You...  you...  fool!" Odas Vyyr
shrieked.  "You have doomed me to the Pit!" He raised his arms, casting
incantations to his dark gods, but Azael grabbed him and killed him over
again.

   Then the barbarian left the body before it could come back to life,
disappearing into the labyrinth of caverns and sandstone edifices that was
the Pit.

   Azael soon encountered other prisoners, who were eager to fight the
fresh meat.  "Here, little virgin," a gang of five aliens taunted him,
referring to the fact that he'd yet to be killed while within the Pit. 
They brandished their weapons, but Azael moved like lightning.  He broke
one's arm and took his weapon from him, took a club blow to his back, and
decapitated another man.  In rapid sequence, he killed them all.

   Then he tossed the stolen weapon back to the corpse from whom he had
obtained it, and waited.  Within a minute, crackling dark energy surrounded
the bodies and restored them to unnatural life.  "Care to try your luck
again?" Azael crooked his smile at them...

   Hours later, Azael was surrounded by corpses that kept reanimating a few
at a time.  He had yet to fall, and had only a few bruises and bloody
scratches to show for his trouble.  A crowd of other prisoners was
watching, enthralled by this display.  "Enough!" A female voice cut through
the din, and the crowd hushed reluctantly, as they parted for one of the
gang leaders.

   The woman resembled an orc, with small tusks and green skin, but was
three feet tall and had four boobs each as big as her head.  Despite her
small size, she exuded strength and confidence, and clearly commanded
grudging respect from the other prisoners, born from fear of her prowess.
"Well, little virgin," she said.  "You've earned a bunk.  Come eat.  Show's
over, boys," she called to the other prisoners, who reluctantly dispersed -
although several took out their frustration on their fellows.

   Azael admired her ample ass as she walked in front of him, clearly
unafraid of him.  "Where are you taking me?" he asked.

   "My gang's territory," she said.  "The guards throw rations in every few
days, and we've got plenty for you.  I'm Jesaloa, and I am not your bitch.
Clear?"

   He grinned cockily, and did not respond.  Shortly he was in the
crumbling edifice that served as Jesaloa's gang HQ, and she tossed him a
ration bar.  He instantly tossed it back.  "Give me the one that isn't
poisoned," he said pleasantly.

   "Ha!" the green skinned woman barked with laughter.  "Worth a try." She
tossed him another, and he tore into that one, scarfing it down hungrily.
"Well, you've got an appetite, Little Virgin," she commented, "and no
mistake."

   "My name," he grunted between bites, "is Azael."

   "Nope," Jesaloa shook her head.  "The man who hasn't been killed in the
Pit yet.  You're Little Virgin.  You want to be called your name that bad,
you can let someone kill you."

   "Pass," he said drily, and she laughed.

   "Someone will kill you eventually," she said.  "Everyone dies at some
point or another.  I've got the record in my gang; lasted a week before my
first death."

   "We'll see," Azael grinned at her.  He finished off the ration bar, and
said, "Still hungry."

   The way his eyes ogled her curvaceous form left no doubt as to what sort
of 'hunger' he meant now; he had seen the same hunger in her eyes.  "Well,
I did say you'd earned a bunk," she said huskily as she pulled her shirt
over her head, revealing her hard-nippled boobs in their full quadruple
glory.  "And I did mean mine."

   He crushed her to him in a passionate kiss as she pulled down his pants,
and she started in surprise at both his size and his twin cocks.  "Well,
now," she said lustily, and she lay back on the bunk, spreading her legs
eagerly.  He pinned her writhing body beneath him, and slammed roughly
inside her ass and pussy simultaneously.  Rapture ululated from her throat
as she gave her body to a man for the first time in her life, and she soon
convulsed in orgasm as he fucked her cunt and bum simultaneously with his
two massive cocks, until he dumped load after hot gunky load inside her hot
tight holes...

   Azael wasn't killed after a week, nor after a month.  Attempts were
constantly made on his life, even from his fellow gang members - and
occasionally from Jesaloa - but he survived them all.  His ability to
absorb magic certainly helped against those prisoners with spells at their
dispoal, but it was his capability as a fighter that truly distinguished
him.

   Jesaloa was a slave to his cocks, and was so hungry for constant sex
with him that she lost a bit of her edge.  Azael became de facto gang
leader, commanding with her in the constant wars between gangs over turf
and the rare gourmet rations that guards occasionally tossed in.

   Several girls from other gangs joined his, having heard about his huge
twin cocks, and so he built up a harem of sexy hardened women who all
became addicted to his cocks and cum.  His gang expanded, in both members
and territory, until it was the second largest gang in the Pit.

   The very largest gang was commanded by a succubus, one who (according to
rumors) was, astonishingly, a virgin.  Azael led a strike on her territory,
but it was just a series of clever feints that enabled him to slip past the
bulk of her forces and into the she-demon's lair.

   He tore off the rags he wore just as he strode cockily into her inner
sanctum, both of his enormous cocks at full mast.  The succubus appeared to
be a young woman, appearing 21 years old with large ripe tits, long black
hair, plush red lips, and short curled horns.  She was lying on blankets,
fingering herself, and chanting, as her eyes glowed orange.

   "Fuck magic, eh?" he grinned, and the succubus gasped back to awareness
of her surroundings, her eyes losing the orange glow as they fixed on the
virile man who had entered her chamber.  "I can put the 'fuck' in that for
you." His pheromones and virility never failed to stir females, and this
succubus was not immune to them either.

   "I..." she said weakly, her eyes glued to his two gigantic cocks, "am a
tantric witch..."

   "Cocks are great for tantric stuff," he winked lasciviously at her, and
she gasped hoarsely with lust for him.

   "No," she shook her head, her eyes never leaving his delicious shafts,
"tantric witchery is about...  virginity, and..." She trailed off, panting,
her chest heaving with desire.  "By the second hell, just fuck me!" she
demanded, humping her hips up desperately at him.

   Azael smirked in triumph, and knelt before her, hitching her legs up
with his knees before driving his cocks deep inside her virgin ass and
cunt. She shrilled out ecstasy, anointing him with her fuckhoney as he
skewered her on his huge twin fucktools.  Both of her fucktunnels were
incredibly hot and soft, clenching tightly around him as he pummeled her.

   She juiced soon, her nails raking his muscular back as he grunted atop
her, thrusting harder and rougher inside her, his obese nuts smacking into
her warm flesh with lewd squelches.  "Tell me you're my bitch," he
commanded in a husky groan.  "Tell me you're my baby factory."

   "YES!" she cried out, overwhelmed with rapture.  "I'm your bitch!  Your
breeding bitch!  Your cumdump, your fucktoy, your cocksleeve, your pet
slave!" He let himself go, planting himself balls-deep inside her a final
time as both his cocks pulsed gooey jets of hot fertile jizz inside her.

   When he finally finished cumming - and it was only then that the
succubus was able to come down from her high - he pulled out.  She
whimpered with disappointed pleasure as her gaping holes gushed thick
spunk. "We're in the middle of a battle, cumdump," he said, scooping her up
and carrying her on his hip as she moaned in exhausted bliss.  "I'll finish
fucking you later." And he did, fucking her in full view of all the
prisoners to firmly establish his control over the two largest gangs in the
Pit, as the she-demon begged her master to keep pummeling her nonstop.

   Her name was Beelzebrigh, and she had served the Succubus Queen Astarte,
she told him.  Astarte was the developer of tantric witchery, a new and
unusual form of sex magic that combined the dual energy sources of vaginal
virginity with the power of tantric lesbian sex, for incredibly potent
spells.  But Beelzebrigh hadn't been particularly talented at the magic,
and so had been captured and thrown into the Pit when she'd tried
unsuccessfully to seduce a titan goddess.  Astarte hadn't deigned to rescue
her minion, seeing no value in returning such weak demons to her fold.

   Azael was now unquestioned master of the Pit, despite being imprisoned
within it.  The bellies of the dozens of girls in his harem swelled with
his children.  The attempts on his life did not stop, but they did come
less often; even Jesaloa stopped trying altogether.

   One night, after fucking his entire preggo harem into blissed-out
slumber, he was startled to hear a melodious new female voice.  He pulled
his two giant cocks out of Jesaloa's throat and Beelzebrigh's cunt, and
turned to see a glowing figure - a girl who appeared 18, with an ample
bosom beneath her shimmering blue dress.  Long silver hair flowed down her
back, and her face was utterly adorable - he longed to paint it with his
jizz.

   "You are the one," she'd said.  He waited for her to keep speaking,
letting his two massive erections speak on his behalf, and was rewarded
with her eyes gluing instantly to his pulsating members.  She licked her
lips, but continued, dragging her eyes forcibly up to his smirking face. 
"You seduced one of her minions."

   "I probably did," he replied carelessly, flexing his cocks.  He was
rewarded with the lovely girl's eyes riveting to his huge dicks again. 
"Who are we talking about, and whose minion is she?"

   "The she-demon," the girl finally said, remembering her purpose after a
few moments of staring at his mesmerizing shlongs.  "The servant of the
Succubus Queen."

   "Astarte," he said, remembering, and flexed his cocks again.

   The girl was distracted once more for a few seconds, before saying, "You
know?  Yes, the she-demon told you.  She is a willing slave to you now. 
This...will suit my purposes nicely."

   "Who are you?" Azael asked.

   The girl drew herself up haughtily, again dragging her eyes up to his.
"I am Artemis, the Virgin Goddess," she proclaimed, and she glowed with
light.  He could feel her power now as she radiated the light, and knew it
for truth.

   "You're not as hot as I expected," he teased.  "I've heard you and your
angels are among the sexiest girls in the universe."

   Artemis glared daggers at him, but her large tits still heaved with
desire beneath her gown.  "I and my angels are not for you, mortal.  We are
virgins, and our magicks and blessings powered thereby.  But I have been in
a ceaseless war with the Succubus Queen for millennia.  Her blasphemous
tantric witchery foils me at every turn.  It shall not stand!  Succubi
aren't meant to draw power from virginity at all, much less virginity AND
sex!"

   He let her rant, and said nothing when she was done, smirking as she
kept staring at his cocks.  He flexed them again, and she jerked, realizing
what she was doing.  "You will be my chosen servant," she proclaimed.  "I
anoint you to defeat the Succubus Queen in my name!" There was no doubt
what she expected him to do: to seduce Astarte with his utter virility and
rob her of her unsurpassed power.

   "Fucking she-demons?" he said carelessly.  "Sounds great to me.  I want
payment though."

   She nodded distastefully.  "I expected as much.  Treasure?  Kingdoms? 
Immortality?"

   He shook his head.  "All my girls here in the Pit.  I want them
released. And fixed up so that they can still live outside of this place,
without automatically dying."

   The young-seeming goddess seemed surprised.  "Easily done.  Where do you
want them?"

   He shrugged.  "Wherever they want to be.  It is no matter of mine.  If
they wish, they will find me again." They both knew that his lovers would
indeed wish that; all the girls he ever slept with found him again, eagerly
taking his cocks in their hot horny holes over and over.

   And so, a few days later, Azael found himself being borne aloft by a
flight of adorably gorgeous seemingly-teen angels, all beautiful winged
girls who served the goddess Artemis, as they soared between dimensions and
entered the Second Circle of Hell.  This realm was the domain of incubi and
succubi.  Although pleasure was the primary pursuit of the demons here,
they squabbled over territory just like demons in every other circle.

   From her blackstone tower, the Succubus Queen ruled over a rather large
chunk of the second circle, and her realm was continually expanding, thanks
to the tantric witchery she and her succubi acolytes practiced.  "Although
succubi are strong and fast, they usually rely on magic in combat,"
Artemis's chief angel, a lovely maiden with lavender hair, told him as she
held his arm, keeping him aloft, "especially these succubi.  When their
magic does not work on you, they will be surprised long enough for you to
defeat or bypass them.  Speed is key here; you have to get to Astarte's
sanctum before her minions overwhelm you with sheer numbers.  Even you
can't take their combined physical strength and speed once they get wise to
your absorptive capabilities."

   He blew a kiss at her, and she couldn't help but giggle, clearly turned
on by him, but quickly resumed her serious expression.  "Got it,
beautiful," he said.  "Let's do this."

   The angels charged down towards the Succubus Queen's hellish tower, and
were met by flights of lesser imps.  Most of the angels blasted past them,
though some stayed to deal with the pests.  The lavender-haired chief angel
dropped Azael lightly on the ground near the tower entrance, and he began
wading through imps as spears of light lanced into the ground from
overhead.

   Although Astarte's minions were caught by surprise, they quickly
rallied, and tantric witchery spells began driving the angels back.  Azael
went mostly unnoticed at first, easily bashing aside the imps to enter the
tower.  He ignored everything else in favor of climbing the staircases to
the top, fighting imps the whole way.

   Succubi belatedly realized there was an intruder in their citadel, and
intercepted him, blasting him with magic.  They were shocked when the
mortal somehow resisted their spells, and he would press hot kisses to
their lips during their moment of surprise.  They would flush with hot
lust, their whole bodies tingling, and he would pass them by while they
were distracted.

   Finally, with succubi swooping up the staircase behind him - though
whether to attack him or fuck him, they most likely didn't know themselves
- Azael reached the doors to the Succubus Queen's sanctum, at the very top
of her stone tower.  The doors opened of their own accord, and Azael strode
in at a jaunty pace.  Astarte herself was lying on the floor, in the center
of a magic circle marked with runes traced in glowing femcum.

   She was one of the sexiest creatures the human barbarian had ever seen.
Like Artemis, she appeared to be 18, and had ample boobs.  Her skin was
fair and white, her eyes deep purple, and her hair a bold red that cascaded
down to her knees.  She was nude now, a succubus licking her cunt as she
chanted her spells, but she fell silent as Azael came in.

   "Leave us," the Succubus Queen said as the other succubi came in,
pursuing Azael.  The succubus eating her mistress out obeyed instantly, but
the others hesitated.  "Leave us!" Astarte said again, and this time they
obeyed.  The doors closed behind them.

   "So," Astarte addressed him, "Artemis has found the perfect weapon with
which to defeat me.  I admit," she said, licking her lips as she ogled him,
"I cannot resist the lure of your virile twin cocks plowing into me.  But I
will not submit - unless my sister also gives into her desires."

   Azael smirked, and he thought, "Artemis." The Virgin Goddess heard him,
and appeared within Astarte's sanctum, the Succubus Queen having lowered
her wards.

   "Excellent, mortal!" the Virgin Goddess exulted.  "You--" She stopped,
looking between Azael and Astarte.  "You haven't seduced her yet."

   Azael grinned, and Astarte said coyly, "He's about to...but only upon
the condition that you let him take you as well."

   "But...  my virgin powers..." Artemis trailed off, staring at Azael's
twin cocks.  He was naked, and had entered the hellish battle naked.  "If
it means ridding you of your virgin power, I will gladly do it," she
finally said, and wished away her clothes, baring her divine beauty to his
gaze.

   "Come kiss me, sister," Astarte said, "the way you did when we were
young." Artemis' whole body flushed with desire, and she lay atop her
sister, kissing her tenderly.

   "Do it," Artemis looked back after a few moments of the lesbian makeout
session.  "Deflower us - fuck our cunts!"

   "No," he smirked, and they looked at him, startled.  "I'm going to fuck
your ass and throat first."

   His commanding tone tingled across their flesh, and they shivered in
pleasure.  Astarte pivoted around beneath Artemis so that the Virgin
Goddess could eat out her juicy succubus cunt.  Azael knelt behind her, and
gripped Artemis' slender teen hips.  She squealed out in pleasure, and he
drove his cocks into them simultaneously.

   His lower dick thrust between Astarte's bold red lips, and his upper
cock squeezed inside Artemis' asshole.  Both girls shouted with virgin
delight, their bodies trembling with rapture.  Azael wasted no time, but
shoved himself roughly inside them, sinking deeper and deeper.  Artemis
quivered in bliss as her bum was completely impaled, and Astarte moaned
lewdly around his massive cock as her throat bulged out obscenely with his
girth.

   No sooner had his balls smeared Astarte's lovely face with his
nut-sweat, than he pulled back and thrust in again, fucking them in a fast
rough cadence.  Artemis screamed out in pleasure, whereas her succubus
sister's cries were muffled into moans around his piledriving dick, as his
coconut-sized cum factories smacked wetly into her face with every pound.

   The two girls spasmed in orgasm as Azael had his way with them,
piledriving their horny fuckholes with his enormous cocks, until he finally
burst, flooding their insides with hot potent jizz.  Only then did he fuck
their cunts, and their warm slippery canals drenched him in their virgin
fuckhoney, milking him relentlessly as they juiced, until he geysered thick
gooey jizz directly into their fertile wombs.

   They weren't done then; he fucked them in all their holes over and over,
in every position imaginable.  It ended with a double blowjob, as each
deflowered girl sucked one of his gigantic cocks down her throat, milking
him eagerly until he fountained his delicious cum inside their thirsty
horny facetwats.

   None of them had noticed, but Azael had begun glowing slightly, swelling
with the sheer power he was absorbing from the succubus queen and goddess,
as they smothered his dick with their drool and juices, the very essences
of themselves.  When he cummed inside them a final time, both girls fell
back, weak with pleasure and exhausted by their twitching afterglows, as he
stood tall and strong over them.

   Vigor like nothing he'd ever known suffused him.  He had grown taller
and broader, his muscles become impossibly large, like unto those of a
titan-god's.  Massive curling horns had sprouted from his head.  His mind
had expanded, becoming aware of a vast swath of the Succubus Queen's
hellish domain.  "What...  has happened?" he wondered.

   "You have...  absorbed our essences," Astarte panted, still
half-delirious with pleasure.  "Our power...  was defined by our... 
sexuality."

   "He absorbed our powers!" Artemis belatedly realized.  Yet she did not
look very displeased; she was too overcome by bliss.

   "Not all of it," Astarte said, "but a big chunk of it."

   "You're an incubus now," the no-longer-Virgin Goddess realized.  "An
incubus lord!"

   "And we will make you excellent queens, my lord," Astarte said
submissively, getting back and kneeling before him to lick and stroke his
cocks again.  "And sister, I will teach you tantric witchery."

   Artemis definitely liked the idea of serving this godlike man, no longer
mortal, who had given her such unimaginable rapture.  She came to kneel
next to her sister, and joined her in worshipping Azael's massive cocks,
which were even fatter and longer now.  "But tantric witchery is no use
without your virginity," she pointed out.

   Astarte shook her head.  "In most cases, it would be," she agreed.  "But
this man's cum is so virile and tantrically charged, that it has granted me
even greater magic than if I had remained a virgin...and it will do the
same for you."

   Azael had remained silent, groaning with ecstasy as these two divine
girls pledged their love, lust, and loyalty to him.  He had come to terms
with his amazing new powers, sensing the great extent of all he could do
now, and he telepathically informed all of Astarte's succubi and Artemis'
angels of what had transpired, and bid them come to the tower sanctum.

   There, their servants - now his servants - saw their mistresses lustily
worshipping the new incubus lord's huge dicks...and they eagerly joined in.

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