The throne room reeked of copper and stale, divine musk.
The incubus lord sprawled on the blackened stone, his massive frame glistening with sweat, purple veins bulging against his dark skin like wet ropes.
His cock was a monstrous slab of corruption, throbbing violently, the mushroom-head purple and weeping thick, ropy pre-cum that smelled like musk and ammonia—a scent that drove holy beings insane.
Five goddesses crawled over him, their golden auras dimmed, reduced to nothing but wet holes begging for defilement.
Three choked on his shaft, their divine throats distended visibly as they tried to swallow the impossible girth.
One nature goddess had her cheeks stretched translucent, the ridge of his cock-head visible through her skin as she gagged, saliva and snot bubbling down her chin while her tongue desperately lashed at the leaking piss-slit, desperate for a drop of his unholy nectar.
