For season upon season, Alexander reigned over the lands. Women came from far and wide to fuck him and bear his children. His lovers bore him daughters, and his daughters bore him daughters, and his daughters'
daughters bore him daughters.
He roared into the downy cleft of a willowy blonde girl as he pumped his load of cum deep inside Cinnamon's lush throat. His queen consort swallowed his thick hot jizz eagerly, moaning loudly in rapture from the taste and feel of his spunking cock lodged deep in her throatcunt. The blonde girl riding Alexander's face shrieked with ecstasy as his cry of pleasure thrummed into her soaking wet pussy, and she bucked hard atop him as she drenched his face in her dew.
The emperor licked and lapped endlessly on the blonde's succulent, juicy cunt as she juiced over and over, and kept blowing load after load deep inside Cinnamon's hot tight throat as his queen consort cummed just from feeling her beloved daddy-emperor fill her tummy with hot precious jizz.
Finally, he pumped the last of his spurts inside Cinnamon's throat as she gently nursed and glucked on his tremendous cock, and the blonde girl collapsed with exhausted ecstasy, moaning his name in praises. "Daddy?" A voice, that was familiar yet one he had not heard in a long time, chose that moment to speak.
Alexander turned his head - his face slimed in the blonde's sweet delicious moisture - and smiled joyously to see his daughter Gaia, the nymph spirit of the earth itself. Though he knew not how he had come to father her, when she had lived long ere he had been summoned to this land of forever by his carnaleira, yet he knew the strange ways his fate moved.
"Come to me, daughter," he commanded, his mouth quirking into his crooked grin, and Cinnamon moaned with pleasure at feeling his thick long cock lurch in her throat. Her bushy pussy clutched on emptiness, spasming in pleasure, and she moaned lewdly.
Gaia, for her part, threw herself into her daddy's arms, kissing and sucking his neck and shoulders passionately as he wrapped his arms around her luscious form. "Oh, Daddy, I've missed you so. I have borne our daughter, as I promised you, and she is eager to meet you and be bred, but she was seduced away by Ereshkigal, who desires her as consort in her underworld."
"Then I shall go to my daughter's daughter, my daughter," he said gently, kissing Gaia fully on the mouth, "in Ereshkigal's domain." He pulled out of Cinnamon's throat then - she kissed the swollen knob of his incredible cock farewell - and made sweet tender love to the spirit of the earth.
...When Alexander had bade his daughters and his lovers farewell in a passionate orgy of uninhibited lust, he walked out from the city into the west, the realm of his vassal queen Ceridwen. Along his walk, he fucked and impregnated every girl he encountered, the lusty inhabitants of his realm craving his cock and his jizz.
At the very edge of his realm, lay the twilit wood, entry to the underworld, the goddess Ereshkigal's dominion. Though it was full day outside, with sunny Hyperielle shining brightly as she chased the moon across the sky, yet it dimmed to dusk once the emperor of womankind entered the wood.
Dark greens colored the foliage, and pixies surrounded him, cheeping happily - and hornily. Their wings glowed in the twilight, mostly blues and purples rather than the rainbow array of pixies elsewhere. They milked his huge dragon-tattooed cock, and he blasted them with cum just as he had blasted the pixies on Siobhan's hilltop. His hot cocksauce blanketed their forms, and shot thickly into their tiny pussies, impregnating them with pixie babes.
In this manner, jizzing onto and impregnating pixies, did Alexander pass through the wood. When he emerged, it was night, for it was always night in Ereshkigal's realm. Stars twinkled overhead, but the moon did not shine here, for she never ran across the underworld's sky.
Lovely singing rang out across the gentle waters of a river in front of him. Girls milled about on the shore or waded across the river towards the singing sirens. These raven-haired handmaidens of Ereshkigal sang tunes of lust and desire, luring new lovers to the goddess' domain, and Alexander's cock hardened as he listened, and surveyed all the luscious womanly flesh on the shore and in the river.
The sirens were pale-skinned, like Lily, and their lips were full and luscious. He waded through the river into the underworld, and there, in the middle of the river, he fucked all the women who were crossing. Shrieks of uninhibited delight rose through the air as he pounded inside hot horny willing cunts.
The songs of the sirens became even lustier as they watched the Man's masterful fucking. Their voices became huskier, and they fingered and groped each other as they continued to sing. Over and over Alexander pounded his huge thick long cock into tight wet pussies, bringing the maidens bliss unlike any they had ever known, until he unleashed his torrents of spunk inside them, swelling their wombs with his fertile seed.
In this manner, he crossed the river into the underworld, where the sirens awaited him, their songs become desirous moans of musical delight as they watched his still-turgid, throbbing cock, slimy with the juices of multiple maidens. The sirens all but threw themselves at the Man, rubbing their luscious bodies sensually along his muscular flesh, titfucking and sucking him eagerly, their pussies clutching on emptiness as they felt his throbbing fucktool on their skin.
And he fucked these handmaidens of Ereshkigal, spunking all over their tits and faces before pummelling their horny soaking wet pussies and breeding every single one as they shrieked obscene delight. Finally, he lay back on the dark-green-grassed banks of the river, his arms holding two sirens close to his side, as two more gave him a double titjob, smooshing their large globular boobs into one another's as they licked and titfucked him. A fifth siren lay on her back between his legs, licking and kissing and sucking on his obese, sweaty balls.
He made out with a siren in his arm while the other left hickeys of her lust branded on his chest and shoulder. The two sirens titfucking him moaned lewdly as their hard nipples scraped into one another's while they kneaded his meaty pillar in their succulent jugs. They took turns sucking on his cockhead while the other kissed and licked upon his shaft, so that his enormous fucktool was slick and gleaming with their slobber and his precum, which the balls-worshipping siren lapped up eagerly.
When Alexander cummed, he blasted his load in a thick forceful geyser all over the titfucking girls' faces and boobs, slathering them in coat after coat after coat of his hot, sticky, intoxicatingly delicious jizz. And then he fucked their pussies all over again, siring more daughters upon their horny slippery cunts, even though they had been just impregnated. For such was the magic and fertility of his limitless passion.
When the lusts and wombs of the sirens were finally sated, and they lay in puddles of blissed-out ecstasy, Alexander went on, venturing into the underworld beneath an eternal night sky. His magnificent fucktool swayed hypnotically between his legs, thick and pulsing gently, slimed with juices and drool that dripped steadily onto the grass. His fat heavy balls churned as he walked, ever-full of his endlessly fertile Man-cum.
The leaves were dark green, and the flowers were dark blues and purples,
as were the hues of the glowing pixies that were his escort - all of them covered in his cum from earlier, and now impregnated with multiple pixie babes, fathered by a Man's seed jetting through the air into their horny luscious twats.
Ahead was an open-air palace, formed of obsidian and bronze, with pillars instead of walls, and domes for an occasional roof, but open to the eternally starry sky most of the time. The home of Ereshkigal, one of the seven goddesses, and mistress of the underworld. His magnificent cockmeat still dripping juices and jizz, Alexander ventured within, and beneath an open pavilion ringed by bronze pillars, he found the goddess herself,
lounging within a shallow pool of warm bubbling water.
Ereshkigal smirked sultrily at him, her dark eyes hooded by her bangs.
Her long black curls fell loosely about her shoulders and trailed in the water. Her skin was the color of sweet chocolate, her lips were full and pouty, and her boobs were glorious globes bigger than her head, perched proudly upon her chest, stemmed by hard nipples.
In one hand she held a golden goblet, and she held it to the side without taking her eyes off Alexander. The woman standing behind her poured a golden pitcher of summerwine to refill it, and he recognized her.
"Semiramis," he said, and his voice was both warm and thick with remembered lust.
The former high queen, mother of his empress, and now the underworld goddess' consort, was as lovely as he remembered: her long red hair flowed in a loose crimson waterfall to her knees, a well-trimmed bush bordered her puffy, dripping cunt, and the ripe oranges that were her tits stood high upon her chest. Though she no longer wore a crown, she was nonetheless decked in fine ornamentation: a jeweled stud was in her belly button,
anklets and armlets jangled on her limbs, and a necklace of many gems in gold frames rested above those gorgeous tits, which still leaked milk, so many years after being impregnated by the Man in his demon form.
"Alexander," she said, beaming radiantly at him, her eyes straying to his magnificent tool. "Well I recognize you, though I did not in your incubus form. You are the imperial regalia, the dragon dick with which the Lady our Goddess anointed me high queen over the lands." Her chest heaved with lust, trails of juice trickling down her inner thighs.
Ereshkigal, having taken a sip of her refilled goblet, smirked at him again and spoke, in her regally sensuous voice, "And behold, O Man, the daughter of thy daughter." Alexander looked, and to the dark-skinned goddess' other side behind her stood a vision of loveliness. A full two heads shorter than he, a slim girl with full womanly hips rubbed her legs lustily together. Her jugs were enormous, perfect globes of pale titflesh bigger than even Ereshkigal's rack, and appearing even larger on her small frame. Her nipples were hard pink fingers half an inch long, set within large pink areolae, and leaked milk in a constant drizzle that coated her torso in a pastiche of erratic rivulets. Her eyes were the same brown as his own, and her hair was curls so dark they were almost black, but not quite, just as his own hair had once been, and fell to her ankles.
"Daddy..." she breathed, and that one word was filled by longing and desire and love and passion and lust. "I am Persephone."
"My newest consort," Ereshkigal said significantly, "is a veritable fertility demigoddess. Sired by a Man upon Gaia herself, how could she not be? She burns with the need for her father to breed her. Come and gift her with your seed."
Alexander's cock had been steadily rising this whole time, pulsing and lengthening and thickening even beyond his already-enormous flaccid size,
till it stood in a great mast of raging red manflesh crawling with thick purple veins that bulged out from his shaft with every throb of his tremendous fucktool. Precum flowed freely down his cock, joining the juices of many sirens, till it dripped off his balls.
The space between them seemed to vanish as Persephone leapt into her daddy's arms. He caught her up in his strong grasp, cradling her small round ass in his broad palms as his engorged cockhead teased her soaked vulva, and even as her huge tits smooshed into his muscular pecs and trailed milk down his torso, he kissed his daughter on her sweet beautiful mouth. His tongue traced her lower lip, and she moaned heatedly as his precum bubbled up upon her horny slit. "Mount me, Daddy..." she said breathlessly. "I need your giant cock to stuff my aching pussy and fill me with the life only your cum can give me!"
Not taking his mouth off hers, he knelt to the ground and bent over,
cradling her the whole while, till her back rested upon the dark grass. He hitched up her legs with his knees, spreading her bald pussy wide and baring her virgin pinkness to his dark red, almost purple cockhead. Because of the differences in their heights, their mouths finally parted with hot gasps as he began to push his knob into her tight, dripping entrance.
"Oooohhhhhhhhhhhnnnngggnhhhh..." His daughter's virgin pleasure was a low guttural moan as her hard nipples scraped along his chest down towards his six pac abs. His massive piledriver stretched her wide, pushing in till his cockknob popped inside, clamped tightly by the vise of her puffy pussy lips. "Daddy!" she gasped delightedly. "Mooooorreeeeee!"
Her plea became a series of sharp, rising moans as he granted his fertile daughter's wish, sliding steadily and strongly into her tight slippery fucktunnel. Her lush satin walls squeezed him, not just from her ecstatic spasming, but simply from the very tightness of her wet virginity,
and his huge log stretched his daughter's walls apart, sending spikes of mind-numbing bliss shooting all through her body.
As he stuffed her completely full of his dragon-tattoooed daddy-dick,
his bloated balls squelching into her ass, she quaked with orgasmic rapture, screaming out his name in mindless need. She heaved her body up into him, throwing herself against him in desperate delight, and Alexander began thrusting, pulling out and pushing back in. His ragged grunts were music to Persephone's ears as she cried out her virginal euphoria, feeling her daddy's hips pound into her upward-bucking hips as his incredible dick pounded her soft wet core.
She cummed hard, juicing wantonly as her daddy pistoned her ruthlessly,
their hips smacking into other with lewd wet slaps of flesh on flesh. She didn't know how long she cummed, just that orgasm after orgasm after mind-shattering orgasm spiraled through her nonstop, and still her beloved big-cocked daddy plowed her. Her nipples squirted her milk, directly into her daddy's torso that scraped along her massive boobs so pleasurably, and her sweat plastered her curls to her face as she shrieked in unending ecstasy.
When Alexander cummed, he grunted, driving hard and deep into his virgin daughter's cunt as his nuts clenched. Geysers of thick hot jizz spurted through Persephone's cervix directly into her womb, seeding her with life -
multiple lives, all daughters who would be born and grow to love and be bred by their daddy. The girl's body flopped beneath him as her limbs shook spastically in the throes of her convulsive rapture, her eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue hanging out and flinging thin wet strands of drool about.
His eyes were glazed over with passion as he pumped his fertile demigoddess daughter full of his copious seed, but he caught Ereshkigal's equally glazed eyes as she lay in the pool before him. Semiramis was suckling upon her chocolate nipple and her hand reached beneath the bubbling water to stroke the underworld goddess' cleft, who was creaming just from watching the virile Man fuck his lovely daughter.
With a ragged, shuddering groan, Alexander blasted the last phenomenal geyser of his cum into Persephone, and collapsed atop her. She lay limp beneath him, twitching with aftershocks of lewdly moaned pleasure, utterly blissed out as her father stroked her dark sweaty hair. "Come, Alexander,"
Ereshkigal said then, her voice heated and husky, "sit in my pool, and I, a goddess, shall mount your dragon dick while it is still wet with your daughter's juices."
Gasping, sweat rolling down his back, Alexander grinned crookedly at the goddess, and pulled out of his daughter, who moaned in rapture. His huge cock, still at full mast, was glazed in Persephone's cum, rolling in rivulets down his shaft and coating his balls before dripping onto the ground. He strode over to the pool and sat in the warm water, his massive erection towering out above the erotic bubbling. Ereshkigal stood, her nipples hard pebbles and her horny clit peeking out between dark puffy cunt lips, and came to stand over his magnificent babymaker, water showering down from her flesh.
"Now, O Man," she said, her voice thick with lust and desire, "I take thee within me, as I have longed to do for so many ages since the beginning of all things, when you first seeded my womb." So saying, with no further explanation, she sank down upon him, and Alexander threw his head back,
growling with pleasure as her hot slippery pussy slurped in his swollen cockknob. "Hnnngggh!" the goddess groaned with delight as she sank further down, his shaft swelling her horny pussy with his incredible girth.
"All..." Ereshkigal moaned lewdly as more and more of his fucktool split her pussy apart like a ripe fruit, "all my consorts... all the women of the underworld- ah! oh! yes! All wish to fuck... and be bred by... the Man who once fucked and bred their goddess... HNNGGGHHH! The Man who... oohhhhhh! ... is fucking and breeding her once agaaiiiiiiiiinnnnn!"
Her coherence fled her, ending in a loud shriek of untrammeled delight as Alexander seized her waist and pulled her down balls-deep on his shaft,
then rammed upwards again and again into her. His huge white cock pummeled her horny tight chocolate twat over and over and over, and Ereshkigal's mind blanked with the ecstasy only Alexander's dragon dick could bring her...
For a season, Alexander was gone from the world of women, and girls everywhere pined for him, lusting for the man they all loved. The goddesses heard their lusty sighs, and Ishtar, goddess of wine, whose handmaidens were the maenads, took it upon herself to discover the Man's location. He walked to the west, the thoughts of the queendoms told her. He entered the twilit wood, the sylphs whispered. He never came out, the pixies cheeped. And so Ishtar followed, into the twilit wood that led to the domain of her fellow goddess. In a land of beauties, Ishtar was a beauty above many of the rest. She had a bubble butt and big round boobs almost the size of her head. Her hair was long, straight, and black, falling to nearly her ankles, with the occasional plait and grapevine garlanding her head; her eyes were slanted and just barely darkened with kohl. Her skin was oiled and golden, gleaming in the light, begging to be fondled. Where she walked, grapevines spontaneously sprouted as she passed, ripe almost to bursting, and ready to shower forth wine at the slightest touch. But as she passed into the twilit wood, fewer grapes sprouted, until at last, as she emerged from the wood to stand before the river beneath a starlit sky, no vines followed her. This was Ereshkigal's domain, not hers. Her nipples were hard and wet, covered with the drool of the drunken pixies who had suckled upon her as she walked through the wood. They stayed hard as the goddess gazed upon the sirens. Lounging on the far side of the river, these pregnant sirens sang songs of lust and passion, more lovely and desirous than before, for now they knew the love of Alexander. Ishtar crossed the river, walking along the surface of the water, which rippled gently beneath her feet, and commanded of the sirens, "Let me pass." "Even a goddess may not enter our mistress' domain without invitation," they said sultrily, gazing at her with clear lust in their faces. Ishtar couldn't deny that seeing their pregnant bodies, bred by a Man whom once she had known, was incredibly hot, and juice trickled from her pussy, running in a rivulet down her inner thigh. "Then taste the pleasures of a goddess you do not know," the deity invited them, and the sirens surrounded her, groping and caressing her skin, eliciting lusty sighs from her. Gently they pushed her to the ground, and two sirens suckled upon her nipples, whilst another buried her face in Ishtar's hot dripping cleft, and a fourth siren sat upon her face. Ishtar moaned lewdly, licking the pregnant pussy of the siren atop her; pregnant pussy juice tasted so good! As Ishtar and the sirens pleasured each other, the sirens gradually grew drunken and more wanton, for the goddess' tits gave forth her wine. The pregnant girls' moans became slurred, and their pleasure heightened. One siren could take it no longer, and began tribbing her preggo pussy into the goddess' cunt, and both women cried out in pleasure as they cummed on each other. At last all the sirens were in a drunken, blissed-out stupor. Ishtar herself was gasping, her gorgeous tits heaving, for she had shuddered in several orgasms herself, and she got to her feet on trembling legs. Leaving the pregnant sirens behind, she ventured into the underworld, and quickly came to Ereshkigal's palace. She found the dark-skinned goddess, along with two of her favored consorts - Persephone and Semiramis - in the same bubbling pool, but all three now were heavily pregnant, and Ereshkigal moaned as her two lovers suckled her lactating jugs. "Sister," Ishtar said reproachfully, "you have stolen away Alexander for yourself and your realm, when he belongs to all womankind, and all womankind belong to him. You have won for yourself many more consorts beside in the last season, all seeking to fuck the Man whom you hoard here." "Sister," Ereshkigal greeted her in kind, standing up out of the pool, water streaming down her chocolate-toned flesh. "Let us greet each other as befits sisters, and then we may discuss the Man whom we both love." They stepped towards each other, wine goddess and pregnant underworld goddess, and embraced, moaning as their hard wet nipples scraped against each other. Ishtar pressed a kiss of fierce lust to her fellow goddess' mouth, and Ereshkigal responded in kind, sucking Ishtar's tongue as she slipped it into her mouth. Semiramis and Persephone came over, each embracing one of the goddesses from behind, rubbing her boobs against a deity's luscious back, and each slipping a finger into a goddess' hot tight slippery cunt. Ishtar and Ereshkigal both cried out in bliss, groaning gutturally into each other's mouths, as the two mortal consorts stroked and fondled their twats. They cummed several times, frenching each other all the while, Ishtar's tits leaking wine, Ereshkigal's pregnant boobs leaking milk. As they finally settled, gasping and still sucking on each other's tongues, Ishtar murmured - her voice muffled by Ereshkigal's tongue in her mouth - "Sister, you must free the Man we all love." Ereshkigal pulled back from the kiss, though they still embraced, boobs smooshing into one another's. "Very well, sister, as you say." She appeared to think for a moment, then slyly added, "On one condition will I free him: so long as he has not tasted of the fruit of my domain, not so much as a pomegranate, then will I release him." She released Ishtar then, and led her between bronze pillars to a garden. A single tree grew amidst dark purple and blue flowers. Pomegranates sprouted from its branches. In the flowers and grass beneath the tree, lay Alexander on his back. His magnificent pole towered to the sky in a curved, veiny shaft of cockmeat, and was wet the with the juices of pixies embracing his dragon dick and rubbing their boobs and and pussies upon it. Sitting on his face, her waist steadied by Alexander's strong broad hands as he lovingly ate her out, was the dryad of the pomegranate tree. Ishtar's eyes widened, and Ereshkigal smiled in triumph. "It seems he has partaken of the fruit," she said, and her voice was husky, for both she and Ishtar were highly turned on from watching the lusty virile Man fuck pixies and dryad. The dryad cried out in bliss, intense paroxysms of ecstasy contorting her face as she creamed all over his face, and the pixies' orgasmic cheeping joined her. Then finally Alexander's bloated cum factories tightened, and squirted thick creamy lust up his huge bulging cock to geyser out phenomenally high into the starlit sky. His Man-jizz fairly glowed in the starlight, and wherever it landed, flowers and saplings sprouted in new lush growth. "You of course may pleasure yourself with him before you leave," Ereshkigal smirked, but was surprised to see a knowing smile on Ishtar's face. "Such passion he has," the goddess of wine observed. "More passion than all of forever. You cannot contain him. Enjoy your consort while he remains so, Sister." So saying, she kissed the dark-skinned goddess fully on the mouth, then went to Alexander. The pixies flew aside for Ishtar to lick and nuzzle that glorious cockmeat. He moaned, feeling a new woman fondling and licking him, one he could not see, for the pomegranate dryad still sat astride his face, drenching him in sweet dew. Ishtar worshipped his cock, lavishing his scepter with her drool, till his shaft was coated and dripping, and then she gave him head, sucking his fat knob into her mouth. Ishtar pushed her face down until she swallowed his thick long log down her throat, and glucked her throat muscles around it eagerly. His cock tasted just as good as she remembered - better than her maenad wine, better even than Lilith's summerwine! His sweat, his musk, his precum, it was all ambrosial. Her eyes crossed with the pleasure as his enormous cock throbbed and jerked erratically inside her throat, and she moaned lewdly, slobber dripping from her lips and pooling in his crotch curls as she sucked him off. The goddess cummed so quickly and suddenly it almost surprised her, just from blowing his amazing cock, and shivered violently in the throes of her orgasm. "UNNGGGHH!" Alexander roared within the dryad's juicy cunt, and his balls burst, unloading jets of jizz inside Ishtar's throat. He dumped load after thick hot creamy load of his ball batter inside the goddess' thirsty throat, and she kept blowing him again and again, craving his seed, utterly drunken with ectasy as only a wine goddess could be. And then she mounted him, riding his huge shlong and fucking herself madly on it, juicing wantonly as Alexander filled her womb with his potent cockslop, breeding her thoroughly. When Ishtar finally departed Ereshkigal's domain, the underworld, she was covered in sweat, juices, and jizz, and staggering on unsteady legs. She managed one final smirk at Ereshkigal however. Ishtar had spoken true. Confined to the underworld, Alexander's passion burst free. At first it was flowers growing wherever his cum fell. Then it was flowers and grapevines growing upon the ground wherever he fucked. After that, places where Alexander spent the most time began spontaneously sprouting lush foliage and greenery; Ereshkigal's palace was covered in it. These weren't the dark purples and blues and deep greens that characterized the underworld. These were bright bold colors, such as suited the lands of womankind beyond the underworld - pinks and reds and yellows and oranges, bright azures and violets, glimmering whites and silvers, bold greens. Fruit began sprouting and ripening spontaneously as he passed, flowers formed under his feet where he walked. When he fucked a girl, any girl, all nearby girls juiced as well. Where he passed, girls professed undying love and passion, not only for him, but for each other. Lesbian couples and trios - and sometimes more - formed romantic liaisons, though they still loved Alexander - and his glorious dick - above all others. The underworld nymphs, so long in a stupor within Ereshkigal's starlit realm, rose up with new energy; sylphs laughed as they flew overhead, dryads cartwheeled around the forests, naiads sang in sweet burbling voices. And all the while, Alexander fucked and loved Ereshkigal and her many consorts, for all who lived in the underworld, all who had been drawn there by the dark-skinned goddess, were her consorts. He hammered pussies and filled tummies with his jizz as life and light and laughter all surrounded him. Even his skin seemed to glimmer slightly, as if to make up for the lack of a sun or moon. And at last, after Alexander had spent another season within the underworld, Ereshkigal could deny his uninhibited passion no longer. As she lay beneath him, her largely pregnant belly sliding erotically along his chiseled abs, he pummeled her tight, horny, slick pussy with his giant cock. She cried out in delight, juicing all around his pistoning piledriver as he relentlessly fucked her. His ragged breathing filled her ears, as all around them pixies - with wings of many bright colors now - drifted about in erratic orbits, for they too were juicing just from being in the presence of Alexander's unleashed passion as he fucked. As he pumped his massive load of white seed inside the dark-skinned goddess' womb, Ereshkigal screamed out her ecstasy one final time, then fell limp beneath him, her limbs twitching about of their own accord as Alexander emptied his obese nuts inside her. "Oh Alexander..." she moaned into his ear, listening blissfully to his harsh pants in her own ear as he caught his breath. "Now I see that Ishtar spoke true. Your passion... how could I not remember? Just as it was in the beginning times, it is far too great to be confined. You are free. But you did not need me to free you, for truthfully you were free all along." Alexander kissed her gently, deeply, passionately, and then made sweet tender love to her. Not the frenzied fucking they had just done, but a slow soulful joining of their hearts and bodies. When finally she lay sleeping in his arms, her pussy leaking her own juices and his jizz, Alexander kissed the goddess' dark brow in farewell, and stood up. Standing before him were the three fates: Dream the brunette, Desire the redhead, and Destiny the blonde. They were heavily pregnant, bearing his babes within their wombs, and their huge globular tits leaked milk in constant drizzles. They spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping each other in an almost musical chorus. "Your passion has awakened and called us to you. For though the Lady our Goddess Auria made us for herself, yet none can resist your pull." They came to him, surrounding him, fondling him, caressing him, as his cock slowly rose, lengthened, and thickened once more. "What would you have of us, Man whom we love?" Alexander groaned gutturally, precum leaking copiously from his cumslit. "To the beginning," he said, his voice thick with pleasure. Three hands wrapped around his gigantic dickmeat then, and stroked him off, until he was spunking, blasting jets of jizz high into the air and far away in great thick arcs. He lost awareness of his surroundings then, only knowing the sheer euphoria of soft womanly flesh upon his, hands milking his shaft as he cummed and cummed and cummed...