As Bob writhed in his regret filled, pleasure lacking fantasies, unable to satiate his thirst for pussy no matter how much he desired it, his fantasies increasingly centered on his Goddess. The one he failed to fuck, the one he failed put on her knees and make her worship his cock while he had the chance. The fantasies were increasingly pleasant.

Was it the demon magic that finally broke his mind? The more Bob thought about the big-titted Cock Gifter sucking him off, the better it felt. Until a sudden burst of pleasure rocked his body like electricity.

So, I’m finally done? Bob knew this could only mean that the demons won, and his body lost to their vile magic. How else could he explain the warm sucking feeling below his abdomen? Or the strange throbbing feeling that spread all around his groin, growing quickly, as if inside a warm, moist cave.

Bob couldn’t help but move his hips toward the warm cave. His fight was done. His body broken. It was only a matter of time before he was defiled and destroyed like everyone else. He failed. He failed himself. He failed his Goddess. And here he was—reduced to a worthless lump of flesh writhing on the ground while dreaming of fucking the woman he failed to save. Fantasizing about looking down to see those big emerald eyes staring back at him with a mouthful of cock. Her cheeks sucked in, her big lips around his cock—a face of a female submitting to her desire for cock. If only it was her mouth he fucked right now instead of pathetically daydreaming in the last moments before his death!

Bob held back from moving his hands to the source of the growing pleasure. He could not even open his eyes. Because if he did, he knew his dream would end. The moment he saw nothing but scars below his abdomen, the moment his hands grasped at nothing, his heart would break.

Please! Bob begged. He did not know who he begged. He did not even care. Gods! Demons! Anyone! Everyone! He just wanted to have one more chance to fix his mistake. If he had his cock… If he had his Goddess… Please! One more chance! I don’t want to die like this! Not like this! Without a cock, wasted an opportunity to fuck a Goddess among mortals! That one opportunity! How could I!? I’ll do better! I will not hold back! I’ll fuck her silly! I’ll fuck without stop! Without regret! Until I cover the world in my cum!  So, please! Please bless me again!

In his delirious pleas Bob thrust his hips with all his might toward the source of his soul-torturing pleasure. Huh!? Bob felt his cock hit resistance. His hands moved on their own, on sheer instinct toward the sensations he was too afraid to test. And before Bob could even think to pull his hands back from shattering his dream, his fingertips touched strands of hair. More hair. Two pointy, bony projections just barely hidden under the countless strands of silky hair. And further beneath a strong, oval shape to grab, to guide down. Up. Down. Up, and down. Each movement increased the pleasure, almost as if—

“UUUAAAAAAAOOOOOOUUUUUU!!!!!!”

Bob unleashed some unholy sound when he saw his Goddess with her lips around his cock. Bob did not know how this could have happened. Or if it had in fact happened at all. What higher power could have answered Bob’s prayers? Were they answered? Or was his mind completely fucked by the demon corruption, filling him with sweet hallucinations!? Or did he simply die and go to heaven?

Those questions flashed through Bob’s mind for about a second before he grabbed his Goddess’ head and fucked her mouth as if it was the last mouth on earth. He thrust his hips up and pushed her head down hard to meet his passion, breaking through whatever insolent resistance tried to keep his cock from taking what was his! Bob watched her emerald eyes water while his cock claimed her slobbering mouth. Each time he pulled her head up, her lips stuck to his cock, sliding across its length, pulling her face longer.

“The perfect cock slut!” Bob worshipped his Goddess, swelling further inside her at the mere sight of her perfect expression before he pushed her head back down the entire length of his giant shaft until she took all of him inside and then some more, pushing her nose down into his clean-shaved skin.

Bob could not give fewer fucks about the circumstances that led to this. He only cared about one thing—fucking this perfect woman in every hole until she could no longer walk, and then some more until she could no longer live without his cock or cum!

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