An Avatar’s First Act is to breed

It was time to take the sacrifices from the altars. Tendrils curled around the three Bravos and the other offerings. Slender vines of darkness undid fastenings, and all six were lifted into the air and towards the demi-god.

Skye was still blindfolded. She couldn't see. She had no idea that the avatar was guiding her shapely body between its legs, lining her holes up with the two dicks that swung between its legs. But she felt the twin-penetration with a shudder of orgasmic pleasure. The barbed dogdick lodged itself into her pussy while the ribbed horsecock squeezed into her backside. A black tentacle filled her mouth before she could scream in pain and pleasure.

Skye was in no way build to accommodate the twin cocks of the demonic entity-- no human possibly could be. Still, she bared it admirably. Skye's mind, already lost in a mixed haze of an existence, shattered entirely as the demon forced his cocks into her far-too-tight holes. Her consciousness lapsed, fading in and out. With no way to see this coming, Skye had had no means to brace herself or prepare for the pain of it. She would recover in time, but for now she was broken upon him, flopping like a rag doll as the Avatar brought her body up and down his cocks.

The other sacrifices could only watch in jealousy as Skye was taken before them. The tendrils roamed over their bodies, teasing, caressing, penetrating their bodies, continuing the sensations of the orgy with far fewer bodies. Emmaline reached a lazy hand out toward her friend, lustily desiring to touch and stroke her and a pair of tentacles obliged, one wrapping around Emmaline's hand and the other mirroring it so that she could play with Skye's breasts as they were fucked, even from afar.

Skye didn't last long on the thrusting cocks of the Avatar. Her mind was filled with bliss beyond the brim of sanity, and had long since shut down all conscious thought. As he began to thrust up into her, she blacked out entirely, her head going limp as the Avatar kept fucking her. Her watching admirers reveled in the movement of her bountiful body, the way her massive breasts bounced with each motion he made against her before he finally filled her with his ungodly seed.

The Avatar dropped her, only for a group of tendrils to catch her body, lowering her to the ground below where a group of eager cultists swarmed around her, desperate to lick the seed of their master from her skin.

Something about seeing her friend lose consciousness seemed to snap at least a part of Liv out of her reverie. She grit her teeth, straining for some degree of focus and finally found it. Liv latched on desperate to some small, distant core of anger-- how could they be doing this to her, to her friends!? Struggling, fighting against her own unending orgasms, Liv brought herself to stare at the monstrous Avatar, fury burning in her eyes.

Her timing was impeccable, for it was at the moment that she looked at him that the Avatar turned to look at her as well. The tendrils began to draw Liv closer, for the Avatar had decided: she would be next.

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