Chapter 573: Challenging An Asura
A long time ago, women were burned, hung, drowned and tortured for even just being suspected of being a witch because at the time, that meant that she had made a deal with the devil. The women were often depicted as gross horrors who no longer even resembled humans, but only when talked about later on. In essence, even when paintings were made about such things, the women still looked entirely normal, not at all like they were described. What this indicated was that the horrors of such people were often embellished to add a sense of disgust to the poor woman and make her killing seemed justified.
And when one thinks about what the old teachings were about Lilith? A woman who refused to yield to a man and left the garden of her own free will, only to have angels sent after her? The angels reported back that Lilith told them she had already laid with the devil and would therefore never return, or so the angels said. Doing so made the creator horrified and no longer want her, his own creation. Because of course the male angels wouldn’t lie about the creators new creations in an effort to make him hate them.
After all... big siblings never got jealous of their younger siblings, right?
But even when that might have been the case some other time, in this instant, perhaps a daughter of Lilith wandered into the new garden that this god had created. Seeing the power of the creation of Lilith, they wished to mix it with their own. But when the daughter refused, they were chased away and the creator decided it was better to lie to the man as opposed to telling him that he wasn’t deemed good enough. After all, the creator didn’t want to hurt his child’s feelings. As for the person in the story being Lilith herself? Why would an ancient god like that come to stay on some planet in some stupid garden and mate with the newly made creation of a young god, one that Lilith could destroy with little more than a breath from her mouth.
No. It was far more likely that someone may have exaggerated in an effort to earn some points with his bros when talking about a woman who was clearly out of all of their leagues.
But right now, none of that matter to Laz as the now demonized Dalia got herself into position on top of Laz and reaching down with both hands, spread her lips while positioning his member.
"There is no going back..." Dalia warned, one last time.
"Same to you," Laz responded with a grin, one that Dalia returned.
"Good. For you to mate with a daughter of Lilith, you need to have at least this much courage within you," Amira said as she crawled over to Laz and began to kiss him.
Dalia lowered herself onto the still rock hard meat stick, sliding it within herself inch by inch. Unlike her sister, she was no longer a virgin, having had some experience when she was younger, not that any of them ever left an impression on her.
But as she lowered her legs, allowing Laz to penetrate deeper and deeper, she couldn’t help but feel like her entire world was exploding, piece by piece.
Half way in, she could no longer control her moans as her voice grew louder and louder.
Three quarters of the way, her breathing was ragged as she could feel her stomach start to bulge outward from the impaling force.
Lilith was considered one of the strongest gods in the known omniverse and her daughters were the same. Unlike others, their bloodlines gave them exceptionally strong and resilient bodies. As such, unlike even the most experience women before, Dalia was able to take the entire length of Laz, an accomplishment barely a handful other others, including his wives, could claim.
Even then, the screams of raw lust and pain that Dalia emitted rocked the temple as she finally had gone balls deep.
Looking at the face of Laz and her sister, she could see the amazement etched into both of them. Reaching her hands up, Dalia pressed against the jutting member located right below her ribcage. Tracing her hands downward along the hump, she could even feel the throbbing veins of the flesh weapon inside of her, pressing hard and stretching tight against her stomach.
"So... Big...." was all the words she was able to get out before she began rocking her causing the monstrosity to move up and down in a rhythmic motion.
Despite the depth, Laz could feel so much pressure around his staff that he could barely hold in his own moans, made even more aggressive by Amira running her sharp claws along his chest and stomach pressing down harder and harder against his strong skin in an effort to draw blood. It was only once she used as much force as she could muster that she was able to break through, drawing out the slightly golden blood of Laz and licking a drop of it, enjoy the sensation.
"That’s... not... a good... idea..." Laz barely managed to get out of his mouth before Amira’s eyes seemed to glaze over.
Laz’s blood had taken effect.
Amira’s head rocked back as her eyelids closed, covering the white eyes she normally wore. When she finally regained her mind, she brought her head back down and opened her eyes again, shocking Laz. Where there was only pure white before, there was now a pitch black instead.
"SO GOOD!" Amira said, striking down again before Laz could stop her and grabbing another drop. This time though, instead of bringing it to her own lips, she brought it to Dalia’s wide open mouth and rubbed it against her tongue.
Dalia shuddered in orgasm at the mere taste, her eyes going black as well as the speed of her bodies movements increase, causing the sensations Laz felt to triple in intensity.
Amira tried going for more blood, but Laz, enraged, grabbed her hands and brought her close, kissing her deeply. The strength of his will and forcefulness of his kiss seemed to awaken her as she stopped struggling, but Laz’s anger wasn’t abated in the least.
"Damn demon’s want my blood? It’s not so free," Laz said in an angered hiss and grabbed Amira by the neck, his one hand squeezing tight and locking her body into place before reaching forward and grabbing Dalia’s neck as well.
"And you, little slut... I want to really feel it!"
With one hand choking Amira off the the side and the other locked on to Dalia’s neck, Laz began thrusting his hips up and down, slamming hard into her. Without the ability to fight back, Dalia could only take the pounding that rocked her entire body.
At some point, Laz felt a suction within her, like it was trying to pull himself even deeper into her, but his anger at having been injured and his blood drunk by the girls meant caused him to be able to completely ignore it.
"WANT MORE? SO BE IT!" Laz said, slamming her even harder and harder, causing her already stretched stomach to be even more impaled.
Neither could speak with their necks held tightly, but just as Dalia felt herself about to pass out from both pleasure and air loss, her entire body convulsed as it was rocked by orgasm, causing her to let loose with a gush of fluids everywhere as her body went limp.
"MORE!" Laz said, throwing Dalia off to the side and bringing Amira over. The power of Laz’s grip left her without an ounce of resistance as he got up and slammed her down in front of him. Spreading her legs herself, Laz’s glowing golden eyes seemed to pierce her soul as his manhood pierce her no longer virgin entrance.
She screamed in both pleasure and pain as he rammed her fully, putting the strength of her bloodline to the test.
Just like her sister, she could barely contain his entire length, at the cost of her body.
Laz then worked her, hard, again and again. She couldn’t even count the number of times she came, her head rolling back as she passed out more than once, only to be awakened as his grip on her neck loosened.
The final time her vision started to go dark, she felt a warm body crawl on top of her as Dalia was again able to move.
"Finish... her... master..." Dalia said, spreading herself wide while using her tail like an arrow, pointing the way in.
Laz didn’t hesitate to do as asked and slammed forward, filling her in a way that was unnatural.
Pounding hard, she could barely see straight as Amira laid passed out underneath her, unable to open her eyes.
Within both Amira’s and Dalia’s heads, when the awoken, besides the rush of power they felt, there was also a warning:
Never challenge an Asura!
They had failed to heed that warning and only now understood why.
The raging Laz felt the climax come to him as he pounded deep within Dalia for one final thrust, blowing every drop he had inside of her before falling down and passing out.
Dalia felt it enter her and awash her body, but it didn’t stop there. It kept coming, causing her to feel bloated to an impossible degree before it finally stopped and the massive thing inside of her started to retreat.
Just when Laz finally and fully exited and dropped down, Dalia could no longer hold back the feeling and opened her mouth, causing some of the white goo to be splashed against her sister’s face as she too passed out.
As they all lay there, unmoving, the Lust god looked on in horror at what they had just witnessed, unable to even speak.
That was, at least, until the massive stone altar started glowing.
