A Gothy Sister!

"Beeeeeeeaaaaa! Honey! Surprise visit!!"

A cheerful voice chirped out at the entrance to Beatrice's humble boudoir, accompanied by the ringing of the bell. The visitor was, perhaps somewhat unsurprisingly, a beautiful woman. A rather unusually dressed one, too - the lady in front of Beatrice's parlor looked the very epitome of that wonderful stereotype - the goth girl. Waist-length raven-black hair fell behind her head, her small, round but flawlessly pale white face inspiring ravishing desire in any man who looked at her. Her eyes were an unusual shade of deep, vibrant red, even more surprisingly a natural one. The same tasteful crimson color as the lipstick she wore on her lips, which would no doubt look great pouting.

Not so tasteful, though, was her chest! The woman boasted an obscenely plush pair of soft, fat goth titties, bursting out of her chipped black lace dress and making any mundane corset practically impossible to put on for this gothic beauty. A supple, round butt and a delightfully thick pair of thighs trailing down from her waspish waist all the way down to her black leather boots. Completing that entire ensemble was a witch's pointed, conical hat, making it clear just who this woman was - Beatrice's fellow witch - her sister, and her lover, Morgana!

Morgana rang the bell, yet there was no response. Were it not for the *THUD THUD THUD THUD* noises she heard coming from inside the parlor - probably her sister renovating the place, she thought - the goth beauty would've been convinced there was no one home. Well, no matter, she'd just unlock the door and **** her way inside. Better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission, and from personal experience she knew Beatrice was rather forgiving if she had her sister's gorgeous black locks between her thighs, lapping at her juicy pussy. With the familiarity she had with Beatrice's magic locks, a simple hex was all it took to **** her way inside... and freeze at what she saw just inside the parlor.

*PLAP*

*PLAP PLAP PLAP*

"More, Daddy! Harder, harder, faster, pleeassshhhh! Destroy my pussy! Obli~terate my ass! Turn my worthless fucking dyke brain into muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuush! AH, CUUHMMMIIIINGNGG!"

Beatrice was moaning like a common fucking whore, trapped in a textbook mating press! You had her on the table, fucking her brains out, her massive tits flattening against your godly chest as you pistoned your enormous bitchpounders in and out of her holes!

"Fuck! Hoooh! You like my porn-bodied fucktoy, Bea? Huuuh? The first bitch in my harem? FUCK!"

You grunted, seemingly completely oblivious to your new guest watching in utter shock as you fucked this bimbo rapecow into an insensate mess! The loud sounds of your muscled waist meeting her fat fucking ass and victoriously sending it squishing and rippling just reverberated through the entire parlor, sending all the tools of this witch's trade shaking and rattling in tune with Beatrice's **** pleas.

"FUCK! FUCK YES I DO, DADDY! YOU DESERVE NOTHING LESS! WOMEN ARE JUST MEAT FOR YOU TO PLOW THROUGH! ❤️ STUPID BABY-HUNGRY SLAMCOWS THAT SHOULD ALL JUST LINE UP LIKE OBEDIENT LITTLE *❤️ JIZZ-STARVED FUCKPIGS❤️ "AND WORSHIP YOU LIKE THE LIVING FUCKING GOD YOU ARE! ❤️ FHUUUUUCK! GOD? NOT GOD - YOU, DADDY! YOU! DAAAADDYYY! PLEASE! CUM! CUUUUM! BLOW YOUR FAT FUCKING LOADS INTO YOUR HIGH PRIESTESS AND REMIND HER WHOSE COCKS SHE BELONGS TO! DADDY FUCKING PLEAAASSHEEEE! UUNFF! ♥️"

Morgana couldn't believe her ears! To hear her own sister - her own lover chant such stupid hymns of alpha male god worship... fuck! Why did that get her so horny?! She wasn't even consciously aware of when one of her hands started slipping into her ornate dress and fondling one of her obese pornjugs... ridiculous amounts of fat just spilling through her fingers... by the time you'd roared out a triumphant growl and began unloading the contents of your heavy fucking balls inside Beatrice's demolished holes, her other hand had already slipped into her panties, fingers desperately digging into her drooling wet pussy and wishing for something bigger! Fatter! Manlier... godlier.

"Mmph! Fuuuck! So hot... Bea... fuck... why can't I... BY APHRODITE! NOO! FUUUCK!"

She let out a pathetic moan as a stray glob of your viscous stud-slop mixed in with Bea's torrential gushes of brain-frying squirtjuice splashed against her bare tit, and as you heard it... you smirked.

You gave her a show as you unhilted yourself from Beatrice, the cum-bloated redhead thoroughly insensate - utterly bloated with spunk, and a stupid cock-brained ahegao that just wouldn't quit plastered across her perfectly beautiful face. Her crimson hair was thoroughly mussed, drenched in sweat, and her brain was most certainly on vacation - blissful maternity leave, too fuck-stupid to even notice her sister's presence.

But Morgana most certainly did notice each and every inch of your monstrous lengths that slowly exited from Bea's ruined holes, mouth slowly growing wider and wider in shock as she realized just how many inches you had... yes, this!Now this is a man worthy of being worshipped like a living fucking god! Straight or lesbian, bitchy and bratty or submissive and needy, haughty or whorish, it didn't matter! All stupid cunts belong to this GOD!, she thought!

I WANT HIM TO FUCKING ENSLAVE ME ALONG WITH MY SISTER! She screamed inside her head!

Of course, you knew it all. With a deep, grumbling, pussy-teasing baritone that alone sent the goth belle closer to a screeching squirtgasm than all of her thoroughly damp fingers had, you teased...

"I was wondering when you'd say something, Morgana. Here to rescue your poor sister from the clutches of this evildoer...?"

Morgana giggled, biting her lip hungrily.

"Originally... yes. But now...?"

She paused, and gave a saucy wink, as both of her hands dug into her fat tits, pushing them up... towards you. An offering.

"I think our coven might have just found a new fucking GOD to worship. Right, Bea??"

The redhead, only now realizing just what was going on, gaped her mouth open in surprise... still lying on her back on that table, ankles hitched up to her ears, cum dribbling out of her holes... but the answer she gave was no less dignified.

"Yes, sister. Claim us, Daddy. Make us your witch-brides. But not before..."

Morgana continued, full of resolve.

"...a sisterfucking dykebreaking threesome where you claim. Me. As. Fucking. YOURS! Get me fucking pregnant, Daddy."

Your cocks twitched.