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The muther of harvests gasped at father Orbin's entry.

The turgid fist-sized head of his serpentine slab parted her sopping wet quim from behind, while his powerful umber hands held fast upon her grand hind and taut warrior's waist. Not even their most heated games with fauli found the goddess so invigored (or filled). His umber hued cock pulsed feverishly with primal intent, already seeping at the tip for release.

the First Man guided his wealth of inches deep into her slick innards. Her taut inner walls proved a true peril and paradise for his steely slab to traverse. Nyr’ Vash, with hind high and quim at the ready, remained bowed at Bressa's side. Silently seething to be filled by that long meaty stalk.

OoOoOOoH!

"That's no phaulus--" Bressa declared, her booming comely voice nearly crooning from the hot, throbbing invasion of man-flesh. "That's a d'ast HALBERD!"

The she-imps couldn't take half this much, marvelled the man-thing.

Orbin, like his fellow men, were accustomed to dispersing even the sturdiest among their otherworldy stock in but a few strokes. Eager to further test his gifts against those ample mounds, Orbin stayed a steady course. Bressa's divine quim, already slick and scenting of her rich honeysuckled musk, tensed and released in aim to milk every drop of that serpent's rich bounty...

(Excerpt from Tomes of Gia - Genesis)

~ O&R

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