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This thread contains significant descriptions of sexual content.
Timestamp
New Era!
Location
Moonstone, the Temple of Sinful Delights
Content Warnings
NSFW
Regalia,
Names were Important,
And yet,
In the throes of lust, in the midst of the Doll’s intent to Play?
It was mere Details, matters,
That might have been Complications, might not have been - after all, the key importance was that she knew who she was, whereas Toys? Well.
So long as they were packing, did it really matter?!
Mwah~!
No, much like whoever was pounding Honey from behind,
All that mattered was that they were enjoying her, Playing with her,
And providing their Tribute, their jizz within the cum-dumpster that was Honey,
That was Alithea’s Champion,​
Anything was Doable,
Every Toy was welcomed, encouraged to empty their balls inside her cunt,​
Demons and Devil’s,
Did so need to pursue anew,
Whether one,
Might be willing, might be able,
To bargain as the Primeheims’ had, and ensure that she too,
Could partake sustenance from her meal of choice,
That for the Fuck Doll? Being able to remove the need for hydration and nourishment, when she could consume it from the source she so craved?
Soon enough,
As if the distraction, the thought,
Only egging Honey on the more as she began to aggressively,
Fuck her face against the meaty treat, hammering Regalia’s cock down the very back of her mouth so that she might taste of the Demon’s jizz once more,​
More!
Bucking against the unknown Toy behind her,
Skewering herself between the pair, ever the slut craving to be double-penetrated so, to have cock buried within her each way,​
Always more!
Katta!
Humanoid, where that?
Toy was a Toy, baseline, common, and another that added to the Notch like every other, any other that was welcome to enjoy Honey’s ‘pot’,
Harder,
Faster as all that mattered,
Was ensuring that load after load was pumped into the tiny bimbo that was eagerly trading any humanity in favour of being a Hole. A Cum Dumpster, a living Sex Toy,​
Baptised,
Would be remade anew,
Under the banner of ‘Anything was Doable!’​
 
And so, soon enough? Honey, nice and skewered on every which end, as Regalia's hands found themselves grasping a hold of her, so that he could properly use that mouth of hers as the fuckhole that it wanted to be.

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP~!
PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP~!
PLAPPLAPPLAP~!

Three holes, three dicks - and again, folks making sure that her hands were put to use as well. The gangbang upgrading itself to an orgy as more individuals were pulled in, and? More demonic counterparts joining the fray, brought in by the Alitheans who were capable of doing so. That by now the list of contacts was of a reasonable size, and the lighting of a Lust's Light and other procedures involved meant that anybody who was known to be DTF? Invited to come along!

And, so, as loads were blown inside of Honey, as that black knot squeezed its way past her lips, as Regalia emptied his balls down her throat? Yet more individuals, known quantities, invited along to reacquaint themselves with the newly-minted Alithean!

Zappy Sparks, the serpentine lightning dragon, able to claim both of Honey's holes once they were vacated, stuffing that Perfit cunt and asshole at the same time, electro-stimulating her body from the inside out! Hello again!

And with said holes being occupied? Well, Regalia would see about making the most of her mouth in the meantime, then. Could those pretty little lips handle a nice bit of knot-fucking? Well, time to find out! Pop~!
 
Slut-Skewer,
Onahole, Fuck Doll, Fuck (Me)at~!
As Honey?
Ever embracing her position,
Where bonus? Bent over and ravished? The tried and true preference,
Of the young woman,
Regardless of which stage in her life, her faith, her glorious existence she was in,
”Mmf~!”
Baptised, filled with cum, with Tribute,
Anything was Doable,
And Every Toy was Welcomed,​
Simple!
For the perky blonde, glistening with sweat, jizz and lubricants,
There was only the possibility of Play,​
Doll,
Face-fucked,
Hole,
A place for Toys to enjoy, to empty their lust,
Where the doll-like blonde,
Eagerly welcoming such a Simple existence,
The tremble and shake,
Of a certain electrifying Demon double-penetrating her from behind, only making for the return to the back arching moans as Honey left drooling, gasping as Regalia worked her throat over as his own cocksleeve, plush pink lips wrapped about the delectable meaty treat that was the Alithean’s to indulge upon,
More,
Always more!​
Hands questing, squeezing and roaming,
The random, unknown nature ever leaving Honey begging, whimpering for More,
Where every salty load,
Tribute to the Goddess, to the ‘Perfit’ Temple that was,​
Pop~!
And the high-pitched cry,
The lewd moan as Honey’s eyes, all but obscured by thick lashes,
Pouty, plush pink lips parted,
As all that mattered in the moment as the two Demon’s enjoyed her, was that she Receive, that their Lust was hers to claim, to savour as Alithea’s Cum Dumpster, her Free Use ‘Honey-Pot’,
 
More and more folks, joining the fray!

Aldebaran, of course, was snoozing somewhere, now that Sliucha and Dynne were done with them. In terms of resident demons? It really was sort of just Aux for the most part, given the fact that Agnes/Mona and Hunter couldn't actually reach into the Material. And there was technically Puff the Slime Girl, except Puff wasn't actually a demon. (Just a slime.) Exotic, though!

But at this point, there were definitely demonic contacts that could be pulled on. More and more of them invited, inserting themselves into the orgy, and inevitably? Rotating in to greet Honey, and congratulate her on the new... digs, they could say!

Regalia and Zappy Sparks!

Thunk and Chunk, the big earth elementals! Who were, undoubtedly, quite hard, and for all that they might lack quite a bit in terms of creativity and variety? If anybody wanted to be jackhammered, like they were getting fucked by a machine, then the pair of them were definitely a solid choice. Pumping away at either side, and the best part was that they were cognizant enough to slightly adjust their literal hardness to not be the equivalent of, say, using a ruby as a ballgag. (Nobody was losing their teeth today!) Less rock, more... clay!

Daskari, the Incubus! Legion, of many hands! Noctir, the shadowy tentacle demon! Calliope, the reptilian humanoid with her big tapered girldick!

And a few familiar faces from Honey's side at that, who's contact information had been shared with the Temple, and there'd been some reaching out going on! Ezria and Xelthia, the pair of Succubi! Lucille, purveyor of toys! (Not Toys.)

...Kratoras! (Who had mostly wanted to make sure to swing by, say hi, congratulate Honey. Had heard the news through the grapevine - which made sense, given that the satyr was a little higher up on the ladder, and no doubt the transition of Jorel's Bride had made some waves higher up.)
 
More!
Always more!
And Honey of a mind? More the merrier! As this, most certainly a time to celebrate, to revel and party!
Where in the midst of it,
There was only the churn, the searing Need,
As Honey sucked and slurped, worshipping dick and balls while being ravished from behind,
Her Perfit ever available,
Tight ass increasingly numb from the use as,
All that mattered was that she was pounded silly, fucked oh so thoroughly,​
Bliss?
No, but that only spurred Honey on all the more,
Yearning, arching for that experience anew, and yet,
Oh so enjoying the ride (being ridden), where the journey was far, far more important to the newborn Alithean than finding herself at the destination,​
Such would come in time,
And until then?
Eagerly there to cum her brains out,
And be the dumpster for every Toy within Telath to find relief and enjoyment within,
Benevolent even!
Sploosh~!
Cum hard, cum often!
And Honey the Onahole, locked in position,
There to be handled and enjoyed to the contentment of the Toys about,​
Elementals?
Remembered! Make sure their ‘jizz’ didn’t dry! Best add a ‘wash cycle’ there,
But otherwise? Have at it Boys, Toys!​
As the who, the what,
Didn’t matter an iota, ‘standards’?
Shameless!
Where to Honey, all that mattered was that she submit, receive!
Incubus? Hi!
Where for all that the Ex, was perhaps,
Still the exception in Everything, (though, maybe, now classified as an ‘Anything’),
Had quite the experience being double-teamed in the Malice alleyway,​
Noctir! Hi-Hi (Mmf~!)
Calliope and the masses, as Anything, Everything welcomed when it came to the,
Alithean Onahole’s Baptism as the ‘Honeypot’, the Cum-Dumpster,​
Kratoras though,
That one gave Honey pause,
Once, had genuinely made Éclair scream at the very sight of the Satyr’s cock,
The reality, Dead, Dumb Necromancy and the rare,
Intrusion of Fear,
Now?
Now, the smol Bimbo?!​
Drooling,
The Toy that she’d denied herself,
And now?
“Fuck me up~! Make me scream Kratoras!”
Honey begged, panting at the sight of the Demon, oh this, definitely,
Needed to be captured upon the Vox!​
Congratulations?
Thanking you!
Full-Nelson for the Vox please! Let’s goooooo~!
 
Hi! Hello!

Once upon a time? Poor Kratoras, somewhat maligned just because of the size of his cock. These days, though? Well, Perfit and all, Honey had already been able to take the Satyr before. All was well, more than welcome!

And of course, he'd always been a relatively kindly and helpful sort. The Alithean had something that she wanted? More than happy to assist, of course! Needed to be captured on the Vox, oh, which way should he be pointing her? Making to sort out the logistics with the Voxographer, greetings, thank you very much for your diligent work, all of that-

-although of course, quite importantly, making sure to scoop Honey on up, once it was clear that she was no longer preoccupied. Wouldn't be polite to skip the queue, no no! He'd make sure to patiently wait his turn! Just, readily apparent to the others that Honey was about to be quite busy was all! From there? Well, a bit of direction was going to be needed from the Voxographers. Kratoras definitely wasn't used to, ah, being filmed.

Yes, hold her up please! The large Satyr, quite capable of moving Honey around like the fuckdoll as she was, just, getting the right angle? Getting the right position? Definitely just a little more awkward. Legs splayed, like so? Yes, now have that cock just out between her legs, just like that! So that folks could see just how hung Kratoras was, and compare it to Honey's significantly more petite frame! Wonderful! Grind Honey's cunt over the shaft, if you would? Fantastic! Okay, we got some good shots, feel free to just go at it!

Lining that tip up against Perfit's entrance, and... wham~!

Full-nelson was a go! Hips pumping, balls bouncing, knew that Honey was capable of taking it! This much, at least, Kratoras knew - let's go wild right from the start! PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP~!
 
Morality,
Ethics, Standards,
Such as they were,
Constantly in a state of flux, Changing, and well,
Anything was Doable,
Kratoras the Satyr? A wrong that Honey would happily make right!
Oh so keen,
Upon discording just why,
Miss Strudel had been ever so keen!
Certainly, with the cat-like, Cheshire smile, there was the desire to be on the receiving end,
Of the rooms caked with jizz, of being the Demon’s Plaything for a while,​
Plus, Vox content!
Always a reason to show off the Doll’s inclinations and capabilities!​
Doll,
Where in the moment,
The need for the Churn, to be filled and Used,
Remained constant,
That even if this, a token ‘lull’ by ensuring that only one Toy could use her so? Worth!
If she was going to ‘fail’ in sheer numbers,
Then Honey Belle was going to fail with purpose, and being oh so thoroughly dicked!
Alithean!
And Honey Belle all for her baptism,
Where handled, picked up and claimed, and all the while,
The little ‘O’ of her pink pouty lips, lavender eyes wide and doll-like, glazed over with lust as,
Onahole,
Submit to Dominion,
And this, this was ever so delightful as her legs were parted and the massive shaft so promised to the Doll that was Honey,​
Big Boy, Huge Toy,
And Honey Belle’s rosy cheeks oh so flushed, her smol frame,
The tiny little hourglass physique held just so,
And then?​
The impact,
That once more knocked the air from Honey’s lungs,
Eyes rolling up,
Tongue lolling as,
So. Much. Meat!
Head empty of anything other than the pink fog,
Every thrust making for the high-pitched cry, the mewling grunts and gasps,
As Honey Belle was once more nothing more,
Than a hole for the Demon,
A good little cocksleeve for Kratoras to enjoy,
And every thrust, every moment where Honey was dominated so, ravished thus,
Drawing her ever increasingly closer to her own orgasm,​
Pleasure tied to her role,
Where in the grand scheme of things,
Treat Honey as she so wished, and so too would the Alithean cum her brains out,
Simple? Simple!​
Sploosh~!
 
Content!

Where, at the end of the day? Obviously, most people weren't going to get anywhere near close to taking Kratoras - never mind taking all of him, it generally wasn't going to be the case that folks were even going to get him to fit to begin with. The establishing shot that the Voxographers had asked for definitely had that in mind, emphasizing just how much of the Satyr there was. It probably wasn't the sort of situation that Honey could quite call 'common' just yet, but was there the possibility that there was more of Kratoras' dick than there was of her? Oh, assuredly so.

And yet - it fits!

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP~!

The viewer might not be able to handle it, but at least this way they could experience it by proxy through Honey, through the photos and videos that would come out of this experience. And it might not be the case that every particular viewer was interested in seeing somebody getting utterly obliterated by a Satyr like this - maybe he really was way too big, you know? - but that was the benefit of having so much content to potentially create. Surely out of the entire volume of what was being produced, there was something for everybody out there?

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP~!

This one was for the size queens, the ones that wanted to see that hole getting obscenely stretched around that cunt-ruining girth and plundered by that twat-bruising length. The ones who could appreciate the brute strength that somebody like Kratoras was capable of bringing to bear, making sure that every last inch of that hulking monstrosity between his legs was nice and clobbered into that hole, wrenching out every last slick inch, sticky and steaming with their mixed juices, manhandling Honey like the fuckdoll she was! And of course - the load.

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPSPLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT~!

Thick, voluminous, viscous, torrid, ribbons of the stuff flying everywhere as Kratoras made sure to pummel as much of it as deep as he could into Honey! Thrusting, hammering, fucking that load into the Alithean's reproductive depths!
 
VoxStar PornStar!
Exhibitionist!
Size Queen!
‘Honey-Pot’? Cum Dumpster!
On show,
The petite little hourglass positively stuffed with more dick than her smol frame should have been able to handle, her legs spread, Perfit stretched and all that mattered was the show, the baptism of jizz and lust alike,​
Every thrust,
Marked with its own cry from Honey,
Gasping and moaning, a Good Girl, an avid addict of all things dick - and Kratoras? Like so many before him, bet such a treat! And definitely a repeat offence at that for the submissive Ho!​
More!
As if she could,
But still the desire remained,
More! Always more!
Lust unquenched, ever thirsty, ever so fucking horny that it ate away at Honey’s thoughts,
Up and down,
Used and pounded, ravished as she so wished,
Had requested, pleaded,
More!
More cock than Honey,
But that was hardly the first time as her thoughts didn’t need to register that possibility, only that she Receive, and would, any cock, any Toy until there was nothing of her but the Onahole, that Honey was to be the perfect cocksleeve for every Toy, Mortal, Beast or, like Kratoras and Aldebaran and so many others? Demon jizz dump!​
Simple!
Until?
Head empty, ahagao on display,
As Honey Belle? Gushing, squirting as she too? Locked in the orgasm once more and rode the waves of pleasure,​
Her purpose pure,
Clear,
Receive,
And Kratoras load pumped into her, joining with her own lust as she sought to affirm the Perfit Temple with all the offerings she could acquire this day, this night,
And still?
More~!​
 
SPLRRRRRRT~!

Kratoras making sure to get the last of that load nice and deep into Honey, where once again? There'd be some directions from the Voxographers once again for the Satyr as to what they'd like to see, if he'd be so amenable? And of course, he was more than happy to assist. It really wasn't all that complicated, of course!

Let's get a nice shot of Honey getting slid off that cock, of all that excess globbing its way on out of Perfit! And theeeeen, spread! Show off that gaped hole and that creampie please! Okay, thank you! Fantastic shot of the ahegao, could Honey give them some peace signs?

From there? Well...

...might as well make use of Kratoras while they still had him, right? Anal full-nelson? See if they couldn't get a good shot of Honey squirting while getting her asshole pounded? Sounded like a good scene! Let's get it done!

Tip pressed right up against that pucker of hers, and this time? Kratoras deciding to take it just a little bit slower, ease his way on in there. Give Honey pleeeeeenty of time to take in every last inch of his getting stuffed into her guts!
 
Cum hard,
Cum often, cum to Honey!
Head empty,
Of anything other than the pink fog of lust,
Lust-addled,
Intoxicated, as she but revelled,
In being Used, in Receiving the Tribute to the Goddess so,
What did the ‘Honey-Pot’,
The Cum Dumpster need for thinking,
As she embraced being the Living Onahole, an incarnation that like,
One of the Succubi Lucille’s constructs,
No, all that mattered was that she Receive, that,
Like the construct with allllll of the dicks and tentacles, she, but the Female version thereof,
Holes,
Functioning entirely as a Toy’s own wank aid, there to welcome every Toy, Demon and Beast,​
Gasping and moaning,
Plush pink lips locked within the wide ‘O’,
As Honey Belle revelled,​
Everything was Simple,
Gaped and Used,
Gasping, panting as lavender eyes locked wide,
Doll-like and the tiny little bimbo,
Greedy,
More,
More, always more!
The churn would not, could not stop!
Peace? Come, come have a piece of Honey! More please!​
More?! Anal?!
Probably. Perhaps not wise,
But Honey was hardly one to care, that even if the Satyr was likely to wreck her so,
Hole,
Honey was a Hole to Use, and this?​
The massive cock,
Pressed against her ass, small and round,
As Honey nodded eagerly, fervently,
More, more,
Always more!
If Sliucha was Shalun’ya, then Honey was Dyra, Hole. Honey was a Honey-Pot, a Cum-Dumpster, and that was all that mattered in the lust-addled haze, intoxicated and desperate for more,
Slow and steady,
And Honey’s gasps, mouth wide in ahagaeo,
Pleasure and pain, pressure upon her spine, and ass, positively there for Kratoras to enjoy, to Use,​
Mooooooore~!​
 
No such thing as unwise, at least, if you had access to thaumaturgy, to an archmage thaumaturge!

Where for the Temple? It was something that would perhaps be a bit of a turning point, something of an introduction to what was hopefully to come. That they had all sorts of people who'd come visit before, all sorts of people who had been added to the ranks, but for the most part? Mortals, people that you could generally find all throughout the Empire. The addition of actual demons into the mix, those who came from a different Plane? New, for the most part. Novel. A change.

But with the direction that things seemed to be taking, hopefully it was one that would build. People needed to be eased into it, needed to get used to the adjustment. One hoped that it was something that would be taken in stride, since at the end of the day? Well, they were all here for the same thing, after all. A more exotic sort of cock, a more exotic sort of hole, but the general principle behind it all was supposed to be the same, right?

For all that, aha, taking on somebody like Kratoras would remain the realm of the Honey's and Sliucha's of the world for a while longer. No, the general principle remained the same, but there should very much be no illusions that everybody could do it like the Champions of Alithea did!

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP~!
PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP~!
PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPSPLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT~!

Guts flooded full of Satyr jizz, torrential stream of cum blasting out of Honey's asshole, and Kratoras roaring triumphantly as he made sure to empty himself deep inside of Honey's anal depths! Fuckdoll, nutdump, that was Honey Belle~!

A new Champion, a new era! (Oh, make sure to get all that on Vox!) (Hold that expression, Honey~! Just like that, perfect! Can we get a nice leg spread, too? Thanks, Kratoras!)
 
Hole.
Simple!
Toy’s existed and Honey would Receive,
Everything else was just Details,
That might have overcomplicated the Baptism of the Alithean Champion, her christening in degeneracy and decadence alike,
Where in the moment,
All that mattered was the pressure in her ass,
The sensation of being stretched out and filled that had nothing to do with the Perfit blessing, and everything to do with the perky bimbo really liking to take questionable things up the butt,​
More!
As Honey’s round ass was positively stuffed,
Gasping, lips parted, only to shut with every gasp, increasingly looking like a fish above water,
Doll-like eyes that little bit too wide, too large,
As Honey was Kratoras to enjoy,​
More!
Every inch making Honey squirm,
Making Honey gasp and squivver as she was brought into the full-nelson anew,
That this,
Evidently Honey’s preference, forte,
Where ClairĂŠ and B had been all about the doggystyle? Honey was there to Use, to dominate,
More!
Always more!
And beyond that singular desire?
The Hole that was Honey,
Little more that Kratoras wank-aid, gasping and moaning with every thrust,
Head empty, pinned and Used, filled,
And the sodomy ever driving the perky blonde wild,
Rendering her into little more than an extremely well lubricated Hole, squirting and orgasmic,
Flushed and crying out in lewd joy,
Prayers to the Goddess,​
Baptised,
With Satyr jizz, added to the masses,
That had creamed Honey so,
And oh so many more desired, welcomed to offer their own worship, to provide Tribute,
To the newest Champion of Lust,​
Hole.
Honey ‘Onahole’ Belle,
Champion of Alithea!
Come, come cum!
Oh, Goddess, come cum in Honey~! Mooooore!


​
​
 
SPLRRRRRRRT~!
SPLRRRRRCH~!
SPLTTT~!

More dick in there than Honey, it felt like. More jizz in there than Honey, unreasonable as it was. Where neither should have been possible, where it wasn't as if Honey's asshole had the same benefits of Perfit. And yet, there it was all the same - the Alithean's gutworks feeling like it was just a nice, straightforward canal between her rear and her mouth, and somehow it was all made to fit?

Logic had never really been the forte of the Alitheans, of course. Leave it to the Orodites to puzzle out.

And once again, the nice, slow, deliberate release by Kratoras. Inch after inch of that steamy Satyr shaft squeezing its way back out of Honey, loosing the deluge of sticky demonic nut that had been pumped into her depths. Until that flare tugged at the internal edges of her pucker, wetly squelching itself free and showing off that anal gape for just a moment, before the cum-clogged crater gushed out the depraved excess the Satyr had emptied into her.

Premium Vox content!

If the Satyr could spread her legs again? Show off both of those wrecked holes of hers? Thanks muchly!

See? Look at Honey! If she can handle a Satyr this size, then any person out there - mortal, demon, or otherwise - should feel free to stop by sometime and take advantage of the Alithean onahole! Or, if somebody was interested in a show, then they could probably pay to have her fuck whatever they might want! Say hi to the audience, Honey! Help advertise yourself to the viewers! (If you were, you know, capable of rubbing two braincells together at the moment!)
 
Used,
And Honey’s plush lips locked in a wide ‘O’,
Lavender eyes lust-addled,
Wide and doll-like as all that mattered in the moment,
Was being on the receiving end of Kratoras’ lust as she was locked into the waves of pleasure herself,
Onahole,
Cocksleeve,
Living Fuck Doll of Alithea,
And for Honey Belle? Everything was oh so Simple,​
Anything was Doable!
And Honey believed!
The impossibility of just how much dick was buried in her ass? Not to be concerned about,
What her senses were telling her,
Misaligned, chaotic, Delicious!​
More cock than Honey,
And not a first for the young woman,
Who’d experienced such with the serpentine Ascendant,
No, but this time?
Different, New, given that had been a test of the Perfit and this, this was all Her as Honey’s ass was reamed,
More,
More, always more!
Gasping and moaning, feeling as if her insides were all kinds of wrong,
As if when Kratoras blew his load,
She might well taste of the Satyr’s jizz given how deep the Demon was,​
Onahole,
Logic didn’t matter,
Anything was Doable!​
The motto,
Ingrained, carved upon the Fuck Doll’s ribs,
The lesson that Sliucha had taught Honey and that she’d claimed, adopted as the fundamental, all encompassing reality as a Champion of Alithea,
Sploosh~!
Trembling, shaking, head empty and there,
For Kratoras to use to his heart’s content, where inch after delicious inch,
Claimed, welcomed within Honey’s round tush,​
Wrecked and ravaged,
And Honey,
Still gasping, still panting as the whole notion of Talky-Talk,
Struggling,
Say Hi?​
Wild-eyed,
Lust addled as Honey remained,
Upon hands and knees, back arched and there, ready for Play with her legs still spread, leaking the Satyr’s worship as,
Rather,
Brain? Struggling at the best of time,
And all that slipped free was the sultry, needy, “Mooooooore~!” As Honey’s hips wriggled, longing for the Game to continue, for more Toys to Play with even more, unwilling to stop, unable to stop being her best self, her true self; the Alithean onahole!
 
...yeah, that worked!

Granted, they really should probably see about hosing Honey off before somebody else had a turn. Doubly-wrecked by the massive Satyr and perhaps, more importantly, the Alithean would need a bit of time to presumably, quite literally, pull herself back together after the job that Kratoras had done on her. Just, yeah, could probably count on one hand at this point the number of people present at the Temple who were capable of following up in any meaningful manner after the likes of him.

Alternatively?

Alternatively, no break, and Kratoras just kept on going. Did anybody have a problem with this? She'd just asked for more, after all.

...

...yeah? Yeah.

Furious Satyr mating press it was, then!

PLAPPLAPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP~! Ah, well, demonic orgy being what it was, not like Kratoras was being overly rude by claiming dibs on Honey for a little while. Hose crew could stay on standby for a little while longer, then!
 
Doll,
And gasping for breath,
Plush pink lips parted, the wide ‘O’,
The lust-glazed gaze as,
Staring off into nothing, existing to be Used, enjoyed,
To Receive Tribute!
Anything was Doable, and Honey’s oh so ravished self very much showing the signs of having, striving to be the perfect Onahole for every Toy, from the Unknown to Aldebaran and Kratoras, Hog and Good Boy, it mattered not, only that she service all,
Free Use,
And as subtle as a carriage wreck,
Champion of Alithea! And her Baptism, her affirmation, confirmation,
Would be to ensure that her Purpose was known,
Undeniable and captured on the Vox and provided for all,​
No doubts, no hesitation,
Honey Belle was the Alithean Onahole,​
One day,
Her Love would claim His Bride,
But until then?
Honey ‘Onahole’ Belle was aglow, radiant with purpose,
Anything was Doable!
Everything would be Done!,
Where the hosing off of the smol Ho, part and parcel of the degenerate’s show,
Ensuring that at least some nod towards,
Token, clean fun, was had, even if Honey embraced everything from pig-fucking to being a demonic cum-dumpster,​
More,
More, always more!
And Honey’s hips wriggling, the needy little shimmy,
That led,​
Towards the delighted squeal,
As if being pig-fucked abnew,
Legs akimbo, spread and pinned apart as Honey Belle?
Mating Press!
Hips frenetically pumping away,
Gasping and crying out in joy as the petite Ho that was Honey,
Just embraced her role,​
Onahole!​
It might not,
Have been adding to the sheer numbers,
But in the moment?
Standards on the floor, feet pressed up about her ears,
As Honey but existed to be the incarnate of Onahole, to ensure that she did everything within her power to ensure that Kratoras blew his load and offered up Tribute to the Goddess! More!
More, always more!
As Honey ever embracing being the Goddess’ own cum-dumpster,
The Divine ‘Jizzdump!’​
 
PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP~!
PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP~!
PLPLPPLPLPLPLPPLPLPLPLPLPL~!

Where there was, at least for a good long while there, nothing to the world beyond the Satyr that was pressing down on top of her, and the massive cock that was filling up Perfit. How much of Honey was actually in that world? Just a little hard to say when, again - it really felt like there was waaaaaay too much dick, far more than there was Honey to cram into, and yet! It was a silly little world of theirs, no need to be concerned about notions like 'space' and 'limitations.'

If it fits!

Couldn't even tell when exactly Kratoras might have cum, just because the ungodly volume of jizz was already present after all, Kratoras having already dumped a load between Honey's legs. Two, in fact! All that churning, all that jostling, meant that the obscene amount that had been pumped into both holes was all getting mixed up, a bubbly froth flooding out into the sticky space she existed in, somewhere underneath Kratoras. Where, was that a fresh helping of jizz? Or just what was already there getting pummeled out of her? Oh so impossible to say.

PLAPLAPLPLPAPLAPLPPSLPLPRSPPPLAPLAPLAPLSPLSPRLAPLSPLT~!

The Voxgraphers? Really needing to squeeze their way around to get any semblance of Honey in the shots, with Kratoras looming over her like that. Just barely able to get her legs here and there - really needing to get the right angle each time the Satyr's hips lifted up to reveal the quivering mess of Honey lodged somewhere underneath him, Perfit gaping around that hole-wrecking girth - until that bruising length was cycled right on back in and the Alithean disappeared from view once more.

PLAPPLAPPLAPLAP~!
SPLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT~!

Might not have been adding to the overall count of numbers but, well, one supposed it depended on what numbers you were counting. Overall volume of jizz generated? Now that one was definitely going up...
 
More,
More, always more!
As locked in place, legs pushed up and Honey pinned in place, skewered, filled and Used,
Smol,
Petite, cocksleeve!
Doll! Where every thrust only serving to affirm Honey’s purpose,
Plush pink lips,
Locked in an ‘O’,
Hole.
Awaiting Use.
Her ass, aching and delighting with the aftermath of its Use, Hole. Used.
Perfit. The penultimate Hole,
And Honey there, rendered into the Satyr’s onanni Hole,​
Simple!
Every thrust, emptying Honey’s head,
Purging her of any doubt, any worries, any possibilities of being anything beyond the Satyr’s fuckhole,​
More!
Head empty,
Legs spread and Honey locked in the waves of pleasure, gushing, as her own fluids mixed with Kratoras and Aldebaran’s alike,
More!
As all that mattered,
Was that Honey ‘Hole’ Belle,
Nothing more than a Toy cum dumpster, that Anything was Doable -and for the Goddess who had accepted her? Honey would accept the worship of every Toy, any Toy,​
Lust endless,
Unquenched, as all that remained, was,
A smol blonde, a desperately horny Onahole hopeful for allllllll the Tribute!​
 
PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP-
-PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP-
-SPLRRRRRRRRRRRRTPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP-
-well, you get the general idea.

Reminiscent of that time with the large serpent demon, that much was for sure. Trapped underneath and drowning in the flood of jizz that was pouring out of Kratoras, pouring out of Honey, very little to the world beyond the constant surge of cock and cum in and out of her frame. Load after load after load, and somewhere underneath it all was supposedly the Alithean, for all that with each successive moment, it seemed harder and harder to actually get a glance over her.

Just so much jizz in the way after a certain point. But the Voxographers did their best!

Until finally, the Satyr felt like it was prudent to take a break. Where after a certain point it just felt a little rude to totally commandeer the Alithean, you know? One last load pumped into the utmost depths of that Perfit cunt, holding himself there, balls squeezed up against her asscheeks and clenching, squeezing... before finally wrenching himself free. Huffing, puffing, letting that weakly-clenching and obscenely-gaped hole disgorge its torrential waterfall of Satyr jizz...

SPLP~.

And one of the Voxographers squirreling on in to get a nice little photo of the blissed-out Honey. Somewhere underneath all that nutsludge, anyway. Smile for the camera, please!
 
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