Chapter 111: The Goddess’s Post-Nut Clarity Panic?! [R18]

Inside the contract dimension, Carmilla sprawled across the massive crimson bed of her redwood house, her form restored to its divine, full sized glory.

She was a vision of celestial lust, her skin a flawless, luminous pale that glowed like liquid moonlight against the deep red silk of the sheets.

She shifted with a slow, deliberate hunger, the loose crimson fabric of her dress pushed up high, bunching around her waist.

The dress barely clung to her chest, leaving her midriff and lower regions completely exposed as her divine curves were on full display, a narrow waist that flared out into massive, voluptuous hips and a heavy, juicy ass that pressed deep into the mattress, creating a mesmerizing silhouette of pure lust and hunger.

Her long, silver white hair fanned out like a silk, contrasting sharply with the burning heat in her blood red eyes.

She lay there, trembling, as the sounds from beyond the contracts mark flooded her senses, the wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh, the desperate, high pitched moans, and the guttural grunts of a foursome in full swing.

Carmilla’s hand was already buried deep between her thighs. Her thick, pale thighs were spread wide, exposing her divine, pink, plump looking pussy, glistening and drenched in her own arousal, that had a small and cute patch of crimson red hair crowning the swollen folds.

Squelch. Slurp. Plip.

The sound of her own fingers sliding through her slickness echoed in the quiet room, mixing with the distant screams of pleasure.

“Those little brats,” she moaned, her voice shaking.

“I can’t believe I’m getting this horny just hearing them, it can’t possibly be that good, right?” She arched her back, her spine curving elegantly as she felt the heat radiating from her core.

Her breath hitched as she slid two fingers along her pink lower lips, circling her clit with a frantic pressure.

Schlick!

Schlick!

Schlick!

She thrust them deep inside her tight, wet walls, her body shuddering as she felt the sensation of penetration.

Just as Lucien’s voice peaked in a roar of release inside Seraphina, Carmilla’s body snapped, she squirted a hot spray of juices across the crimson sheets with her toes curling as she shuddered.

“Hah… finally… they’re done,” she breathed, her chest heaving.

But before she could even slide her fingers out in relief, a new wave of sound hit her, the unmistakable sound of a cock sliding back into a wet pussy with a loud plop, followed by the renewed and aggressive pounding of skin hitting skin.

“No! Not again! Aren’t they done?!” she practically screamed, though her body betrayed her.

Her pussy immediately pulsed, flooding her fingers with a fresh wave of heat as it squeezed around her fingers.

“Oh gods, hear that?” she whispered, her voice a ragged plea as the sound of Lucien’s cock driving relentlessly into Aurelia’s tight pussy filled the air, punctuated by Seraphina’s sharp cries and Evelisse’s frantic and needy gasps.

Driven by a sudden surge of desperation, Carmilla reached up and yanked her dress completely away from her chest as her massive, heavy pale breasts spilled out, bouncing with a divine weight.

Her large, pinkish red nipples were rock hard, the reddish areolas contrasting beautifully against her pale skin.

She cupped one breast, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching the stiff nipple hard, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as her hips began to roll, grinding upward to meet her fingers.

Squelch!

Squelch!

Squelch!

She pumped her fingers faster and faster, the wet sounds of her own masturbation becoming a frantic rhythm.

She imagined Lucien’s lean, muscular body, his cock sliding from one entrance to another, filling the girl’s pussies, stretching their holes, and being sucked by their greedy mouths.

“Harder, fuck them harder, disciple!” Carmilla groaned, shoving a third finger deep into her soaking wet hole.

Her thick thighs quivered violently as her juices coated her hand up to the wrist, soaking the bed beneath her voluptuous ass.

The sounds grew louder, Evelisse screaming in ecstasy as Lucien filled her to the brim. The rhythmic slap-slap-slap of his balls hitting her ass drove Carmilla into a frenzy.

She rubbed her clit with her thumb in a blurring motion while her fingers hammered into her relentlessly.

Splut!

Squelch!

Schlick!

Her red eyes fluttered shut, her head tossing from side to side.

The climax hit her like a tidal wave and as the distant sounds of the foursome reached a crescendo, Carmilla let out a piercing cry.

Her pink pussy clenched tight around her fingers, milking them with powerful, rhythmic spasms as hot pulses of cum gushed out of her, soaking her thighs and the crimson silk in a deluge of divine arousal.

She didn’t stop and kept rubbing, grinding her clit and pumping her fingers through the aftershocks, drawing out every single drop of pleasure.

With one final, loud, guttural moan, she peaked completely, her entire body shuddering in a violent release as she collapsed back onto the soaked bed, panting, her divine body glowing with the heat of a solitary, auditory orgasm.

“Hah hah hah,” She was breathing hard as the act of what she did caught up to her, as mortals would say, she was experiencing her post nut clarity.

‘I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve done this, and that too, I’m listening to my disciple and his wives doing it,’ Carmilla thought, her chest still heaving as she lay amidst the soaked crimson sheets.

“No wonder all those sluts prancing as Goddesses of love and whatever gather handsome mortals to bang their divine holes, the real thing must feel even better,” she whispered, a flush of heat creeping up her neck as the embarrassment of her frenzy finally caught up with her.

“I can’t let him know. Otherwise, it will be over for my reputation as his Goddess and patron, and as the girl’s big sister,” she muttered, her red eyes wide with sudden panic.

“And I would also lose my keys to tease him all the time.” She paused, looking genuinely worried about the last part.

‘Can’t lose that, otherwise I would become his entertainment instead.’ She nodded firmly to herself, deciding right then and there to take everything that happened in this room to the grave, or wherever she ended up if she ever died.

Hours later, back in the mortal world, the master bedroom had finally fallen into a heavy, satisfied silence.

The air was still thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and spent lust as moonlight spilled softly across the tangled, damp sheets, illuminating the wreckage of their passion and the three exhausted, thoroughly contented women collapsed in a loose, naked pile around Lucien.

Aurelia lay curled against his right side, her breathing slow and rhythmic. Her short red hair was a messy halo against the pillow.

The moonlight highlighted the stunning contrast of her body, the soft, feminine curves of her heavy, swaying breasts and the wide, inviting flare of her hips, paired with the lean, hard definition of her stomach.

Her toned abs rippled slightly with every breath, a testament to her strength, while her thick, juicy ass was pressed firmly against Lucien’s thigh, her skin glowing with a post sex sheen as one arm was draped possessively across his chest, her fingers curled into his skin.

Seraphina had settled near his left shoulder, her long silver white hair spilling over them both like a silken waterfall.

Her divine, curvy frame was a masterpiece of softness; her breasts were massive, spilling over her sides as she slept, the nipples still dark and sensitive from Lucien’s tongue.

Her wings, which had emerged during one of their final, frantic rounds when she begged him to play with them, were loosely spread beneath her like a blanket she hadn’t quite managed to tuck away.

Her wide, voluptuous hips and plump ass were partially tucked under the sheets, though the sheer size of her curves made them impossible to hide as the sheets took on their shape.

Evelisse sprawled diagonally across all of them, somehow managing to take up the most space despite being the smallest of the three.

Her long black hair was a dark ink stain across the white linens. She was a concentrated explosion of curves, her breasts were surprisingly full yet perky for her frame, heaving up and down in a deep sleep, and her ass was a round, juicy peach that pressed against Lucien’s leg as one leg was thrown carelessly over his own, her smooth thigh rubbing against his as she let out a tiny, contented sigh in her sleep.

Lucien lay in the center of this sea of naked, hot bodies, utterly spent. His muscular, lean body was mapped with scratches and love bites, his skin glistening.

His little brother was fully drained of all its essence and would take some time to recover to its former hardness,it was lying limp and exhausted between the thighs of his wives.

He stared up at the ceiling with a small, satisfied smile, surrounded by the warmth and scent of the three gorgeous women he had just spent hours thoroughly pounding.

Worth every bit of chaos it took to get here.

Carmilla’s presence flickered faintly back into awareness at the edge of his mind, subdued and unusually quiet.

‘Carmilla, you awake?’

‘Yes, unfortunately.’ The answer came back almost instantly, dry as she mumbled the last part.

‘That sounds like you didn’t sleep well.’

‘I am a Goddess so I don’t require sleep.’

‘That wasn’t what I asked.’

‘And I am choosing not to answer.’

A heartbeat later, she blinked into existence beside his head, back to her tiny fairy sized form as she had her arms crossed beneath her tiny yet curvy chest, floating with the kind of dignity that only a divine being older than several civilizations could fake convincingly.

Then her eyes drifted down. To the naked Evelisse, curled on top of him, very, very contentedly, then to the completely bare Aurelia who was breathing evenly as she slept on his right and then to Seraphina whose new curves were on full display as she hugged his left side.

Then her gaze drifted to the completely bare Lucien who layed in between all of them, his little brother already recovering, it twitched Evelisse shifted on top of him, her ass pressing on it.

Seeing this the memories of everything she did came flooding back.

Those sounds, all of them and almost the entire night.

Her expression froze mid regal as a blush crept up from her collarbones but disappeared almost instantly.

‘No,’ she told herself firmly.

‘I heard nothing, I am a good master who didn’t hear or eavesdrop and any of my disciple’s love making.’

‘If he finds out I listened to every single second of that, he will never, ever let it go, and he will absolutely find some horrifying way to weaponize it against my teasing.’

She straightened her posture, cleared her throat, and summoned the most composed expression in her considerable divine arsenal.

‘So my dear master, how much did you hear?’ He suddenly asked seeing her freeze up.

‘What do you mean, hear what?’ She asked feigning ignorance.

‘Enjoy the show?’ He grinned into the darkness as during the dual cultivation he had had certain sounds, at first he thought it was just the girls but then noticed it was coming from inside his head.

‘What show?’

‘You’re lying, my dear master.’

‘I am a Goddess, Goddesses do not lie.’

‘You definitely just lied.’ He said smiling knowingly.

‘Goodnight, Lucien.’ She said quickly leaving this conversation.

He laughed quietly, careful not to wake anyone.

“Check the girl’s cultivation ranks first before you leave.” Lucien said as he successfully used the technique for them as he dual cultivated with each of them.

Carmilla closed her eyes and spread her weakened senses outward, focusing on their internal cores.

“They’re back to F rank.” Carmilla said, her voice filled with wonder.

“So it worked?” She smiled.

“Yes, my theory was right, I could run the Foundation Severance Technique for them while we dual cultivated, now they can all rebuild our foundations and make them way stronger.” Lucien smiled, cuddling Evelisse as he patted her head.

‘Good, my disciple is a genius, just like me.’ She nodded firmly.

‘Goodnight, Master.’ He said as his eyes slowly closed.

‘Goodnight, my sugar disciple.’ She teased as she slid back into the contracts dimension.

On top him, Evelisse mumbled something in her sleep about rare snacks, shifted closer, and went still again.

Lucien let the warmth of the moment settle over him completely, three wives breathing steady around him, a goddess sulking somewhere in the back of his skull, and an entire future of bloodlines, dungeons, and chaos still waiting ahead.

‘For tonight, though, none of that matters.’ He thought as he drifted off surrounded by everyone that did.

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