Children of a Lesser God - Chapter 301: Embraced By Heaven

This wasn’t Laz’s first rodeo… or his second. Still, the fact that he had four very sexy identical sisters wanting him at the same was definitely a new one for him. Thinking about it, Laz didn’t know if he would be able to handle this situation while he was at one hundred percent, much less right now when he felt like he was feeling drained.

Don’t take it the wrong way, Laz could get up, walk around and do normal like things. But to pŀeasure four foundation realm girls at the same time to the point where everyone was satisfied?

Probably not.

Was it a shot to his ego to admit this?

Oh yeah.

But then again, it looked like he wasn’t going to be given a choice. Besides which, despite his tired feeling self, the blood flow to his manhood was still going strong so there wasn’t an issue there. And Laz knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get the girls to calm down anyway. He had experienced that once before, back when his blood was much less powerful than before. The girls needed release and he wasn’t sure he could get away anyway.

Not that he was really going to try. He would be lying if he were to say this wasn’t tempting or he wasn’t turned on.

Perhaps it was because their bodies had basically just grown new skin and shed away the scar tissue, but they were absolutely flawless and sexy. The scarred skin from before was uneven, with bumps, jagged bits of flesh, rock hard areas of scabs and tiny hairs that grew up in several random places. They might have tried their hardest to keep it as nice as possible, but sometimes after doing something for so long and not seeing any results, they weren’t as thorough as they once were.

But now, their white skin was cool to the touch and their bodies, besides their faces, had become completely hairless. And the wanted Laz to feel them as much as they felt him… or each other.

Yes, they girls would constantly touch not only themselves, but also each other, as though afraid that their eyes were deceiving them. They had always been almost unhealthily close with each other, knowing they only had each other to rely on, so to the Ivy’s sisters, this seemed natural.

To Laz… this was a wicked turn on.

After a few minutes of the girls playing with Laz and each other, Laz ‘reluctantly’ decided to do his best and tried to slide upwards on the bed, to allow himself to sit up at least as opposed to laying down flat.

But he was stopped right away.

Instead, he was pulled down flat by the sisters as they finally started focusing on him, or to be more exact, his now raging meat stick.

“As the eldest, I will go first,” Death called dibs.

“You’re the eldest by like seconds,” Pestilence shot back.

“And even then, this is just what we were told,” War added.

Strangely, Famine didn’t add anything. While the girls looked at each other and went back and forth, Famine had some how managed to end up on top of Laz’s waist. Just as the other three sisters noticed, she had already squatted down on to impale herself on Laz’s holy sword.

Or at least, that was the idea.

“It’s… so…. damn….” Famine did know what she was doing, but she had never done it before. Seeing her already taking the lead, Death, Pestilence and War could only sigh and came forward to help.

Death took the lead to slide Laz’s member out from under Famine before suddenly ŀicking it all around the tip. She made sure that it was completely covered in her glistening saliva before bring it back to Famine’s love hole. War and Pestilence supported her on the sides, grabbing her hands to hold her steady since due to Laz’s size, she was half standing, half squatting. Death then proceeded to whack Famine a bit with it and then rubbing her entrance..

These actions had the desired effect, causing several small droplets of juice to slide down her legs. Once Death judged her ready, she moved Laz’s meat into position, right at the base of her smooth, pink lips.

Watching all of this happen, Laz couldn’t help but wonder, briefly, if he was just being treated as an object? Not that he was going to complain though and then that thought went flying from his head as he felt his other head begin to squeeze into the tiny yet hot honey pot of Famine’s.

It was a slow process considering the circumstances. War and Pestilence were helping steady her so she could focus on the dead. Death, who’s job had finished, crawled up on the bed, allowing Laz to wrap an arm around her tiny waist and pull her close.

“Sorry master. She’s, like all of us, technically a virgin. No man has ever been inside of this hole of hers before. It will take a moment.”

“Are you sure she’s ok? And the rest of you?” Laz asked.

Death slide up closer to Laz, he lips right against his ear.

“We want this master. Ever since we had been branded as young girls, we always dreamed of one day having sex with our beloved, no matter who he might be. That’s why this room came to be. We needed to have a dream, to give us hope. Even once we were free of our old owners influence and were able to see a doctor, they said the damage was too extreme. They could open it up and even remake it with skin graphs, but we would never feel a thing from it since all the nerves were destroyed. And even then, the amount of money it would cost for all four of us to undergo the surgery… well… we could never decide which of us would go first. And then you came along… You gave us this. So what if we will be bound to you for life. You made us whole again,” Death said, almost with tears in her eyes. She was saying this to Laz so that he could understand without letting the others know he knew. This would be their secret.

“Hmm… Damn…” Even while whispering, Death was nibbling Laz’s ear. That felt good enough, but Famine had just adapted enough to start taking every inch of Laz in. It might have been way to much for them considering their size if they were normal, but they were already in the foundation realm and their bodies were many times tougher than a normal human.

Pretty soon, Famine had managed to get enough in where her knees were rest on the bed. Pestilence, War and Death all couldn’t help but be shocked, seeing the protrusion in Famine’s stomach, a clear sign of just how deep Laz was.

After a few deep breaths and a moment or two to adjust, Famine started moving her hips, back and forth, causing Laz’s rod to pound every inch of her insides and trust against her stomach.

Death, War and Pestilence couldn’t help but be turned on.

Although Laz was focusing on the faces Famine was making and the hot, wet sensation assaulting his senses, Laz noticed the girls looking on in envy at Famine getting to make her dream come true first. He didn’t want to disappoint their first time.

Reaching up with both hands, Laz actually lifted Death up off the bed from where she was still laying next to him and set her right down on his face. He then proceeded to lick at her heal and hairless love hole, making sure to pay extra attention to the pale pink nub at the top.

Death, surprised, tried to remove herself from Laz’s control until the feeling of melting hit her and she let out a gentle and sexy moan, a sharp contrast from the loud and energetic moans Famine was letting out.

Death’s hesitation vanished quickly under Laz’s expert technique as she even began to pinch her nippŀes while pulling them hard, enjoying the pleasurable pain such an action brought.

Seeing their sister Death being able to enjoy herself, War and Pestilence felt a little left out until they noticed Laz’s hands beckoning to them to come closer. Sliding onto the bed without understanding his intention, they kept moving closer and closer to Laz’s hands until their legs were right next to them. With one smooth motion, Laz dragged them the rest of the way, almost causing the shocked girls to fall over. Their reactions of trying to balance caused them to lunge forward enough where they were on all fours, their faces almost touching Death’s arms while straddling Laz’s arms. Laz then reached up and sunk his middle finger into both War and Pestilence’s wet heart cave.

Both girls felt a shudder go down their spines. They wanted to move away, but at some point Death had noticed what Laz was doing and wrapped both of their heads in a head lock with her arms, causing them to be unable to move away. Laz then began the process of fingering, teasing and stretching their little holes enough until he could get two fingers in before he really started going at it.

Like this, the four girls proceeded to fuck and be fucked by Laz for almost ten minutes before the four sisters erupted into a climax, almost as if on cue with each other.

Laz felt like he was drenched head to toe in warm, sweet love juice, almost like he was being embraced by heaven.

Death and Famine had the hardest orgasms while the ones felt by War and Pestilence were a little milder, but enjoyable. Either way, Death and Famine well to the sides while trying to catch their breaths, freeing up the two seats for War and Pestilence.

After a surprising game of rock, paper, scissors, War won Laz’s meat stick while Pestilence had to settle for his face.

No one even bother to ask for his opinion.

Like a perverted game of musical chairs, the girls took turns at the four stations, after helping each other mount Laz’s member. Although Famine’s initial ride was a hard one to start, after having been turned on and producing some lubricating honey, the following girls had a much easier time.

When it finally came time for Pestilence to dance on Laz’s disco stick, the girls had each enjoyed multiple orgasms of differing strengths, causing them to calm down a little bit. They weren’t used to this normally after all and needed a break.

Due to this, Pestilence was the only one to enjoy Laz at this moment while the girls cuddled in close to Laz, feeling content with his body heat while the smell of sex hung heavy over the room. Even though she was performing solo, Pestilence didn’t let that bother her in the slightest as she thrusted hard back and forth, harder than any of the other girls did before her. After having three rounds of foreplay, she was more than ready for the main event.

Having his eyesight clear, Laz couldn’t help but watch Pestilence while hold War and Death in each arm as Famine was actually cradled around his head in the way that a cat would. Although Pestilences manic thrusting caused Laz to move back and forth, no one seemed to mind.

Just as Pestilence was nearing an ultimate climax, Laz could feel the energy in his system rising too as the pressure had built to a boiling point thanks to the three women who came before. The moment Pestilence’s legs clamped together, Laz’s waist shot up in response, releasing load after load inside of her while she couldn’t help but squirt all over the place, covering everyone in a surprise bath. It was only now that the other sisters understood that they hadn’t rode hard enough for the big orgasm and they would need to try harder next time.

“What’s that?” Laz said with a weak voice, noticing the slave mark on Pestilence’s chest glowing a bit.

Suddenly, both Laz and Pestilence felt a wave of energy hit themselves, causing their bodies to glow briefly. Laz’s didn’t last long before it disappeared while Pestilence, went on for several minutes before fading.

“What”

“Was”

“That?” The other three asked, looking on.

Pestilence, out of breath and unable to even open her eyes, wasn’t able to respond with more than a few moans and grunts.

“That’s possible?” The girls asked at once and turned to Laz.

“What?”

“Sister said she had been infused with a bit of your energy, causing her realm to almost advance. Is that possible?”

Laz had forgotten about this. The energy exchange during sex would definitly cause this to happen. The strange thing was that Laz felt like if he wanted to, he could make it a one way street and just drain Pestilence dry while giving her nothing in return.

‘This must be one of the benefits of the slave mark. I can use them and choose to give nothing back, or I can give back as much as I want. How interesting. I guess I really am the one in charge here,’ Laz thought to himself after checking out his energy source and finding no issues. After a moment of thought though, Laz understood how domineering this mark could be if it was used in the wrong way and swore.

‘If someone with evil intentions got this thing…. Guess I am not sharing anything about this. I should tell the girls too,’

Just as Laz was going to say something though, he noticed he was being eyed again.

‘Oh shit… don’t tell me they all want….’

Laz didn’t even need to finish that thought as Famine once more mounted his still stiff staff and this time, rode it like a she demon.