Warlord

The voluptuous brunette’s head bobbed rapidly, slurping on the thick shaft before she pulled away and stroked it with her hands.



“Fuck me with this!” She begged, oblivious to the fact that her husband was chained to the wall not ten feet away, and her daughter was watching tearfully.



“Don’t talk that way!” Her blonde teenage daughter whimpered.



Nekajo purred. He picked the wife and mother up by her ass and lowered her onto his thick member. Her pussy greedily swallowed his rod, and her back arched with pleasure.



“YES!!” The brunette shrieked, climaxing immediately under the godling’s influence. “CHRIST I’M CUMMING!!”



Nekajo started moving, watching his victim’s ample tits bounce as he thrust repeatedly into her.



“Have you ever felt anything like this?” he whispered.



“Never!” She screamed. “I’ve never felt it like this! UUUnhh! I...I’m CUMMING AGAIN!!”



“Come on, little girl,” Nekajo’s power of lust swept over the teenage blonde. She started trembling as her body lit up with sensation.



“N-no...” the daughter sobbed. “Don’t rape me...”



Unable to control herself, the girl put her hands under her skirt and fingered her pussy, climaxing quickly from her intense arousal.



The older woman squealed with delight as Nekajo’s semen filled her hot snatch, then with surprise as he turned her around and forced his way into her butt.



“It hurts!” She squealed. “OH!! I love ittttt...! Hurrrt meeeee....!”



The woman’s daughter looked on, biting her lip.



“You want it too?” Nekajo smirked.



“I...want it...” the girl gasped.



Nekajo slammed the mother in her ass until she came, then threw her roughly to the ground. The older woman groaned in the aftermath of her multiple orgasms, twitching as she lay on the floor.



“Suck it,” Nekajo ordered the blonde teenager, grabbing her head and forcing her face against his hard prick. “Taste your mother on me.”



“NNM!” The girl shook her head, resisting briefly before she started trying to take the long, hard dick into her mouth.



“Don’t stop now,” the mother moaned, too weak to move but still horny. “Fuck me more! Please!”



“Can I have it now?” the blonde squeaked, pausing her blowjob just long enough to talk.



“Sit on your mom’s face,” Nekajo told her. “You can have it then.”



“My pussy’s so hot,” she moaned, staggering over to her mother.



The brunette didn’t wait for the girl to get all the way down, eagerly sitting up and sucking the teen’s wet slit. Both women groaned in pleasure.



Nekajo slammed the young girl’s virgin pussy hard, making her cum until she fainted, collapsing on her mom’s full breasts.



The godling pumped the blonde a few more times, shooting his seed inside her before pulling out. He sighed contentedly as he walked over to the man held captive on the wall.



“Now,” Nekajo looked into the man’s eyes, reading his reactions, “would it disturb you if I killed them both in front of you?” He watched. “Or would you rather have them just disfigured? I learned quite a few spells just for that effect.”



He watched the tormented man weep.



“I suppose killing you now, with the knowledge that they would continue to live as my slaves?” Nekajo watched the man. “I think that’s the one. It’s final as well as painful.



“Not that you deserve it,” the godling continued. “I have an enemy I’m going to punish, and I’d hate to let him off too lightly. Your family are the models for my future plan.”



Nekajo put his hand on the man’s face, crushing his skull with a light squeeze.



“Thank you for participating,” Nekajo touched the scar on his chest, a painful reminder of his last battle.







“Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Jeram gave Althea a hug. The teenager squirmed awkwardly.



“Yeah, Dad,” she said. “Okay!”



“Seventeen already,” Kaila beamed. “You’re a young lady now.”



“How long do you guys live?” Hailey asked.



“A long time,” Althea replied. “I’ll still look like this when you’re an old lady.”



“Shut up!” Hailey laughed. “Really?”



Jeram had moved both his family and Hailey’s to the city of Lazlo. Nekajo’s army had scattered after their commander’s disappearance, but Jeram fully believed the godling was still watching Morton Town. The mercenary camp had been found and dismantled; over a hundred captive women were freed. Some of them had comitted suicide, unable to live with their rape-induced pregnancies. Some didn’t.



“I’ve completed an eleven-year project for your present this year!” Jeram called out as he ducked from the living room of their new house. Althea looked nervously at her mother, who mouthed ‘it’s good’.



Jeram returned holding a long wooden box, and set it on the coffee table. He had a ridiculously proud smile as he motioned for Althea to open it.



With trepidation, Althea sat on the couch and flipped the latch on the box before throwing it open.



“Oh. My. God.” Althea stared.



“It’s a pretty sword,” Hailey said, trying to cheer her friend up.



“It’s a runesword!” Althea gasped, taking the magical blade from its box. “Holy crap, Dad! Oh my god!”



The sword was black, glossy metal. The runes were ruby inlay, and glowed with red light in Althea’s hand. A soft, feminine voice came into the girl’s mind.



I am Cold Death, the sword told her. I am one of the greatest of my kind, and I was made for you by the smiths of Dwarfheim. Your father began their work over eleven years ago, and now we are united at last.



“Daddy!” Althea threw her arms around her father, tears of joy pricking her eyes.



Hailey blinked, wondering what the big deal was.



The sword melted, transforming itself into elegant black bracelets on its master’s wrists.



“Uh...that’s cool,” Hailey said.