Hero Tales Comics - Tomes of Gia: Lustveil Rising (Bressa, Vollum, & Anuk 02) (Patreon)

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When their contest of hinds could draw no clear winner, the goddesses' debate resumed with even greater fervor.

"Clearly, he erupted hardest for me!" Bressa proudly proclaimed, sawing her full round cheeks upon the high stretch of Anuk's still-standing cock. A show of claim over the man-thing's slab.

"He roared no lower under my reign", countered Vollum, who in turn pressed and shook her own mighty earthworks upon the well-pummeled piece.

Clever Nyr'Vash, who'd been watching the entire battle nearby, then suggested they --instead-- used their grand chests to determine the superior.

"Far weightier than mine, after all..." the little goddess opined, only a little envious.

"Surely the man-thing will favor the pair that makes him erupt most. "

The bickering goddesses looked to each other. Their eyes searching for any sign of weakness in the other, and finding none. The deep colored veins of Anuk's slab pulsed. His meaty span standing tall even after that barrage of backside. He stood high and hard at the mere utterance of this new challenge.

Even after their long cycles of thrashing and bouncing atop him, the man-thing's steel had (somehow) not yet left him!

"These men-things are of stern work", Vollum complimented, admiring the sight before bowing low to lap at the hot white remains from Anuk's fat cockhead.

"My bosom can wring whatever your quim and mouth cannot, Voll", Bressa declared, her nose hefted high and proud. Her massive milk-bearers already flanking the man-thing's lofty seed-giver at both sides, clamping it in place.

"I'll strangle that sweet juice right out of you".

To that, Father Anuk merely bid an agreeable nod.

Smiling at this, muther Nyr then added--

"No matter how many suns or moons it takes."

To that, Father Anuk bid another agreeable nod (and a silent prayer for the earth to preserve him).

"Very well..." they all agreed.

And those almighty muthers took their massive chests to battle against father Anuk's towering life-bringer.

"Like so...", Bressa demonstrated, raising those epic mounds to nearly the fattened head of Anuk's thick third arm. Using her divine breasts like pendulous siege engines, the harvest muther's hallowed halls boomed from her good work.

BLAP! PLAP! BLAP! PLAP! BLAP! BLAP!

It took the will of many alpha for Anuk to bear such a carnal assault.

And yet, he endured. As a son of Gia was made to.

By day, the golden haired matron of plenty held the edge, when her sister Sol'Ah's suns nourished her most.

PLAP! BLAP! BLAP! BLAP! PLAP! BLAP!

Anuk's cock was beaten about from top to bottom by those almighty busts. Stuck in an ever-shifting war of grapples between those vast divine chests.

By night, Vollum's nocturnal hours took command. Her veil set upon all Gian lands, the night muther's vast vitality (and primal lust) was enhanced many-fold by the moon's arch across night sky. Vollum would clamp those immense milk-bearers upon the first man like a dual-sided vice. For hours she'd tend and drain Anuk's massive cock and fruits of all to his name.

BLAP! FLAP! BLAP! BLAP! PLAP! BLAP! PLAP!

Hovered over the bowed man-thing like her favored raven upon a captured feast, she'd devour the first-man's hefty span and weighty fruits with her own alabaster gifts.

"You'd think these fat bolas of his would be lighter by now" Vollum declared, a genuine curiousity on her tongue (to pair with the man-thing's clear seed).

As was custom, goddess Nyr'Vash kept score of every climax (both man and woman).

Like always, she'd keep the true tally to herself.

Anuk's only respite in that lustful barrage came whenever the goddesses' broke from their contest to bask in his last eruptions' flavor. Anuk's hardy trunk and fist-sized balls were devoured by their eager wet mouths. Cleaned to a near polish by dawn.

GLAWK! GLURP! GAWK! GAWK! GURK!

Came the sloppy chorus of Bressa's mouth upon Anuk's meaty pole.

GAWK! GAWK! GURK! GLAWK! GLURP!

Came Vollum in a responding volley from above.

Her pale meaty curves planted atop his squared face in offering (and expectation).

"My shadows may grow thin by dawn--", the night muther declared, setting her ample rear upon Anuk's head and covering it near entirely.

"My quim's hunger, however, does not!"

And, as commanded, Anuk took to feasting upon the pallid goddess' well-slickened quim. Discovering the sweet pearl upon her sex and lashing it well and long with a skilled and silent tongue.

Anuk would wake many dawns to such treatment in those early suns and moons.

Alm and praise to father Anuk.

Alm and praise to the muthers of night and plenty.

And by the nth full moon's rise, neither Bressa nor Vollum bothered keeping score. Their divine forms too alight with pleasure -- their almighty maws too well-fed --- to debate a true victor...

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(Excerpt from Tomes of Gia - Genesis)

~ O&R