God of Whores Ch. 06

But his mind went back to the mission, "So you're a Massage specialist now?" he asked.

She shrugged, those melons shifting enticingly, "Learning, anyway. I'm getting good enough to fly solo for longer shifts now. Did you want one?"

"Actually, I was here to see if you could spare me some of the Oil of Dionysus." He came clean.

Phonita scowled, "I'm not allowed to go giving it out. If a man has been VERY well-rewarded by the goddess I may mix a little into the massage oil, but that's all I'm allowed to do."

Pericles shook his head, "Sis, you don't understand. I've been tapped to outfuck the Goddess and the High Priestess! If I'm going to do it, I need to be as big and strong as possible."

Phonita shrugged again, liking the way he leered when she did, "You'll hurt yourself, Brother! Men have gotten into the oil before, and all they do is drench themselves in it and suffer the dire consequences."

"I'm different, Sis." He paused, not sure how to deliver the news exactly, "You know how mom found me?"

Phonita nodded as he continued, "Well I was a child of Aphrodite and Hercules himself. I'm not like those guys who hurt themselves; I've got more god-blood flowing through my veins than human."

Phonita gasped, "Oh, Brother! I...wow! That's incredible...and it kinda explains a lot, I guess, like that cock of yours." She licked her lips subconsciously even as she mentioned it.

"So I can take it. Give me the oil so I can fulfill my destiny!"

Phonita slowly smiled, "I think there's something of mine you have to fulfil first."

"Oh?" Pericles folded his arms, pretty sure he knew where this was headed.

"Yeah. You said that when I had become a full Priestess you would finally fuck me. Last week they promoted me to Priestess status, so if you want your oils, you're going to make good on you promise."

Pericles sighed. On the one hand, Phonita was a beautiful woman who had given him at least 8 out of 10 of his first boners as a teenager. The sexual tension that had built between them through the years was incredibly intense, and he'd certainly dreamed about fucking her.

On the other hand, even though she wasn't blood, he'd always thought of her as his sister and he felt like he'd be crossing a serious boundary to have his way with her, even if she desperately wanted it. Some part of him was worried that she might even be disappointed; in spite of his endless training and extremely studly body he felt that she'd had so long to build up what sex with him would be like that he'd inevitably disappoint her.

But this was the tipping point. She had what he needed, and he could certainly give her what would be the fuck of a lifetime for most ordinary people.

"Alright, sis. You win. Get up on the massage table."

She squealed with glee at his command and leapt up, stripping away her robes and headdress in a heartbeat. Pericles took a deep breath at the sight of her; his little sister really was worthy of her new mantle. Her hair looked like it had seen lustrous nutrition that brought the shine of its gorgeous redness to the forefront. Her lips were painted, but even without the touch of makeup he was sure they'd grown thicker and fuller since the time they first arrived. She'd lost a bit of weight in the middle, but replaced it with healthy, taut muscle, and of course, those incredible tits. A part of him was very proud that they'd come to the temple so well-endowed and only grown from there.

He parted her thighs, finding her blaze of red hair trimmed down to a single line, like an arrow pointing right at her pouty sex. Pericles knelt and began to lap and lick all of her thick cuntlips; she moaned and purred into his skilled ministration (he'd probably eaten more cunt than lamb at this point in his life) and he continued to dish it out. When he turbo-slapped his tongue on her clit after getting her warmed up, she sat up with a look shock on her face, rewarding his efforts with a tremendous gout of cream.

Pericles had been surrounding himself with so many orgies it was strangely satisfying for him to focus on a single woman, but a part of him felt sorry for Phonita; this was going to be a little like sandblasting a soup-cracker in terms of her preparedness for the awesome sexual force to be reckoned with that he'd become.

Finally he straightened up and Phonita weakly slipped to the floor before him, eagerly pawing for his gigantic cock, already rigid and huge, but he grabbed her wrists and only doled out a gentle cock-slap to her cheek, "Ah ah ahhhh sis, I'm here to service YOU today."

She pouted, "Aw, I wanna show you how good I am at sucking cock!"

He shook his head, giving her a dicktap on the other cheek, "That's sweet sis, but maybe later."

With that, he lifted her again, this time bending her over the massage table with a rough shove that would have crushed her tits a bit if his powerful arm hadn't be in position to receive their softness instead. He placed his enormous cockhead at the entrance of her pussy, slipping just a bit of it in to let her get used to the insane girth.

Phonita hissed, biting her full lower lip as he penetrated her, clearly enjoying it, yet clearly working to get comfortable with it too.

"Oh.. OH PERICLES! You're so...SO..."

She could only trail off as he sawed himself inside of her, claiming inch after inch of her tight, hot cunt, pushing himself deep, likely deeper than she'd ever experienced even with her time indulging herself the temple studs.

She turned her head over a shoulder and locked her green eyes to his in a stare that was definitely half-mad.

"Oh sweet Goddess," she said, her cunt splattering his balls and thighs in a spray of white nectar. She shuddered then, like the orgasm had hit so fast that it didn't reach the rest of her without visible delay. She thrashed a bit, one foot stomping the ground while her hands tore at the sheets of the massage bed, her immense tits heaving in his arm as she fought to control her breath.

"You tapping out already, sis?" Pericles asked with a grin, feeling a strange sort of power that he'd already given her so much pleasure with so little of the awesome effort he was now able to bring to bear.

"Not even close bro," she gasped, "You're doing me too gentle." She added after a moment.

"Too gentle?" Pericles blinked; it was true, he wasn't ramming her, but some part of him doubted she could actually handle that, even if she thought that she could.

"Yeah. You don't get it. I spent years frigging my poor little clitty raw listening to you bang skanks through the walls. I spent all that time imagining what it must be like, how much you had to be hurting them even though they loved it, how loud they would scream! Now I finally get you and you're treating me like...like some kind of..."

"Sister?" Pericles asked, for it was the truth.

"Yeah. Pretend I'm not. Pretend I'm Aphrodite herself if it helps, or whichever woman most made you want to just bang your fucking nuts off railing her."

"I don't know..."

"Listen to me, Peri. Long before I knew of the Goddess Aphrodite, YOU were my god of love. The symbol of everything sex and lust and wanton carnal instinct should be! I've dreamed of this, and you're perfect for it... you just... You just have to give it to me! Do it!"

Pericles closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting his mind do what she said. Letting him picture not his busty sister, but instead the Goddess herself at the height of her cruelty, taunting and mocking him while he felt his manhood veritably shrink in comparison to the other studs she was fucking. Every part of her was so beautiful, and somehow that beauty felt like torture when he was kept from it. He would succeed where no other mortal had. He would ravage Aphrodite, claim her for his own and in the end have her begging for HIM and not the other way around.

So lost in thought was he, that Pericles didn't realize that he was fucking the everloving crap out of Phonita until her screams of pleasure had hit an absolute crescendo. He looked down, his own hips a blur so fast he couldn't quite see them, only knowing when it was time to withdraw from the feeling of his balls slapping meatily against her trembling form. But awareness didn't stop him from ramping it up more, pulling out just long enough to spin her near-limp form, sitting her on the bed with her knees folded up against her tits, collapsing her on herself for a harder, deeper fuck.

As he re-angled and amped up his speed, Phonita's eyes began to roll in their sockets, his obscene length wrenching out so that her cunt literally stretched outwards a little bit on it, trying to come with him only to be rebattered into shape by the powerful thrust back in. Her screams had become incoherent, just loud noise being shrieked wildly in response to his thrusts, to her own orgasms, to whatever was going on inside her head as it bounced limply on her neck.

Pericles grabbed her wrists, locking them around her knees so that she was completely bound up, a fuck-object, a helpless toy to be pounded and punished as the man with the gigantic cock saw fit.

With a roar that could have made a Minotaur cringe, Pericles leapt up onto the edge of the massage table. Now he was squatting down, force-feeding his cock into Phonita's cunt, the new angle allowing him to put more work into just utterly demolishing her pussy, his gargantuan balls bounding against her ass now, the impact so fierce it might have hurt if not for the mass of adrenaline Pericles was working with.

As he fucked and fucked away, something very strange happened. He didn't know if he could credit it to the blessing of Zeus, his mother's blood, or some other force he'd reached in disciplining himself to fuck so well, but whatever it was, the whole world seemed to fall away. Pericles felt himself surrounded by pure, empty whiteness save for himself and the woman he was fucking into oblivion beneath him. As he pounded and slammed away at her, watching her squirt pint after pint of wetness, he felt a perfect and unnatural awareness of just how much of her had given over to pleasure.

He tested it, finding that when he slowed down the world seemed to come back into focus, yet when he sped up there was less and less of her left visible, her toes coiling in ecstatic delight as he kicked it up to the next level. Pericles knew that he had been at her for well over an hour now, and he was pleasantly surprised and proudly impressed that his sister was still with him, still moaning loud with every new impalement of her cunt.

He took an honest self-assessment and realized he was still probably only giving her about sixty-percent of his full effort. In that moment he realized how far he'd come! When he'd been fucking the merchant's wife one the caravan ride over, it was the hardest he'd ever railed anybody, and he thought himself an unparalleled stud back then. Now he knew that if his present self were to watch such a sad display of half-assed, weak-sauce fucking he'd have probably punched himself right in the balls; and he'd have deserved it.

He looked down at Phonita, smirking wickedly at the thought that he could definitely bring this to an end at any point her wanted, but then thought better of it in favor of achieving his original objective. He completely froze his fucking, keeping his cock buried completely inside Phonita as he leaned down to her ear, whispering into it,

"Sister dear, where is the key to the oils?" he asked her semi-conscious form.

She took several long moments of language, perhaps taking the time to remember the language she spoke, or possibly that she had a mouth at all.

Finally, she murmured and then weakly whimpered, "It's in the desk, third drawer, false bottom. You bull-hung fucking stud."

He didn't think the last part really had much to do with his request, but that was okay, she'd done what he needed and it was time to reward her.

"Sleep well, sister." He said.

"Whuh-huh?" She asked, in confusion.

Then he was fucking her again, but this time his effort and strength were more poured into it, the sound of his balls slapping her ass becoming an indistinct single noise, the separate pounds of each swat now indistinguishable to the human ear. He'd kicked himself all the way up to 80 percent of what he could do, and it became clear at that point her body simply did NOT know what to do.

Her breasts swelled a bit, her nipples entering what looked like a painfully erect state. Her skin began to simply leak sweat; no beads or droplets, sheer rivulets of the stuff from every part of her that it could flow. Her eyes rolled all the way back into her head before shutting completely. Her tongue lolled from her mouth along with a gross flow of drool, her hair literally shifting like it was trying to stand on end. Pericles wasn't just fucking her anymore, no, he was virtually re-writing her, erasing something old and replacing it with a creature that was only a puddle of exhausted pleasure.

Finally he showed her mercy, thrusting himself all the way inside her and holding it as her cunt exploded in a ripple of clenching muscles around him. When her thrashing and screaming had quieted to a mere shuddering and moaning, he reluctantly withdrew and aimed himself at her, jerking his gigantic cock lewdly, roaring with triumph as his balls finally unleashed, dumping gallon after obscene gallon all over Phonita's passed out form. She looked so lovely, blanketed in his warm seed, stirring a little from the impact of it all, but not waking he'd so thoroughly exhausted her.

Feeling pretty damned smug about himself, Pericles went to the drawer and found the key, unlocking the cabinet to find a small bottle with an icon on it of grapes, one of Dionysus' symbols. With his prize clenched in his fist, he returned to his room to find Zoe and Xenia still occupying it, apparently enjoying a post-coital snack from his feasting table.

"You got it!" Zoe said, smiling.

Pericles nodded, "Now... how to use it?"

Xenia shrugged, "You've got options. Normally a small amount is diluted and then applied topically in the form of a handjob, but sometimes ingestion works too. Basically, whatever you think will get it to the core of your cock the quickest.

Pericles pondered a moment, and then nodded.

"Both of you, come rub your tits on my cock, I need to get hard for this."

He didn't have to ask them twice; even when his requests were lewd and self-serving there was something cunt-flooding about the sheer level of confidence and command he'd developed over the last four weeks. Zoe and Xenia started out by grinding their tits together, Xenia sneering smugly at her slight edge in size (she was an impressive H cup while Zoe could only boast an F) before the pair of them turned their pair of pairs on over to indulge the stud champion in earnest. Long lavishing strokes of soft titmeat against his member had him swelling in no time, and after the long stretch it took for blood to flow in properly, he was at his full fifteen inches.

Pericles groaned, but made himself push them away for the next part, uncorking the bottle and very carefully raising it to the tip of his cock. Holding his breath with anticipation, he dropped a single drop right into his own cumslit, hissing a bit as he felt it slide down his cock. Then he felt an ache in his nuts like no other, the already stiff member vibrating as it abruptly tried to get even harder, shaking almost violently in response to the oil's magic.

"Ladies..." he groaned... "You're going to need to go get some fucking backup."

After a moment, he abruptly added, "Fast!"

Zoe and Xenia exchanged a look, and then dashed away as one to the corridor, separating to seek other women in both directions. They were back in just five minutes, each with a gaggle of women in tow.

The pack of them were talking and giggling when they first entered the room, but the second they caught sight of Pericles, his muscles taut, his humongous cock towering out from his incredible body, they all froze, jaws dropping. Nipples stiffened throughout the room. Pussies moistened.

And then he was fucking them; a wild frenzied fuck that wasn't so much an orgy but more like the sexual equivalent of a lion tearing its way through a flock of sheep. Pericles' cock-ruined the women in such fury that later he would only recall little flashes of the event.

He would remember two girls struggling to fit a ball each in their mouths, almost choking on his huge stones while another most definitely choked on his cock from above, coughing out throatfulls of drool and slobber onto the other two.

He would remember that first thrust into a girl spreading her legs; the way her eyes shot open while her cunt shot out a spray of juice you could have drowned a person in.

He would remember the joy of bringing three women off at once using only his cock; the trio standing in a line while he sawed his massive member beneath them and raked their clits into gushy simultaneous orgasms.

He would remember the one who begged for him to take her ass. He didn't know whether or not she would regret it, but what was certain was that her poor hole was left gaped so wide her could have put a finger in without touching the sides.

He would remember the most creative position he improvised; holding a girl by the hips facing away from him while he bent backwards over the bed, his body forming a "V" wrapped around the "V" of her body as well, sawing his relentless cock in and out of her while she came upside-down with him, again and again.

He would remember the devoted cocksucker who tried to take him all the way to his balls, her face a mask of precum and slobber and tears and ruined makeup, her cunt drooling out cum as she frigged herself harder with every gag. To her credit, she did make it three quarters of the way down his enormousness.

He would remember the feast of cunts he devoured, lining the girls up, legs spread and eating his way between them, his head a mask of slobber and nectar as he brought each of them to climax again and again, his tongue and lips a blur.

He would remember the first of the girls to pass out for the night. He'd fucked her standing, her back pinned to the wall as he jackhammered into her with the fury of a charging rhinoceros, his balls swinging so far they'd either hit the wall or all the way up to her ass-cheeks depending on the thrust. She'd kept cumming for several long moments after he'd let her drop to the ground, juices squirting from her unconscious cunt in spurt after gooey spurt.

He would remember the girl who tried so hard to make him cum before she did, gritting her teeth as she buck and bounced on top of him, a hand braced against his granite-like abs while her ass slammed home again and again. The poor thing didn't win her little battle; he had a naval full of her cunt sauce and she'd slumped forward in defeat long before she could bring him off. In retaliation he sat up and bent her forward, fucking her the rest of the way to stupored sleep in a matter of minutes.

He would remember the girl who begged only for his abuse, the way she cried out and squirted from the strangest things, his cock smashing across her face, his foot in her mouth while he drilled her ass, his hands crushing her breasts around himself.

He would remember when the girls tried to team up on him, a coordinated strike force of mouths, tits, hands and cunts, all grinding and worshipping his cock in coordinated timing, a spray of juices and slobber almost hanging like a cloud around his humongous fuckstick.

He would remember the girl who screamed the loudest. He'd gotten her on her back on the bed, his dick about halfway inside her, but it was when he grabbed his base and used his incredible muscles to essentially vibrate his cock around that she lost her mind, howling so loud acolytes poked their heads into the room, withdrawing quickly in either fear or shame at the lurid display of superlative fucking.