Akisos, realm of the damned. Infernal wailing was common amongst the magma and wayward souls here, but no such wailing compared to the shrill cries that rung out from the throne room.
Sadrin, god of death and ruler of Akisos, sat on his throne with his favorite concubine, Ashlar, riding his massive cock. Her moans of worship were gut-wrenching.
“Yes, Master,” Ashlar panted, her head thrown back onto Sadrin’s shoulder, her back in an impressive arch, and her hips desperately bucking against him, trying to drive him deeper inside her. “Fuck…me…harder,” she said between her hitched breaths.
Sadrin gripped her hips and a demented smile curled across his lips as he obliged her request. Between Sadrin and Ashlar’s legs, lapping up their passion, was Iredell, Sadrin’s second favorite. With Ashlar’s needy cunt and Iredell’s hungry mouth, Sadrin couldn’t think of a better way to waste time.
“Please, Master, *please* fill me,” said Ashlar as she squeezed her breasts and resorted to grinding, her lust almost too much to bear.
“Yes, Master, just a taste for your most devoted servants,” said Iredell, as she licked from his shaft up to Ashlar’s cunt back down to his shaft.