How about a faces fuck - hurr hurr

You begin wiping your cock on Viashna Devi's lips, smearing your precum as she lies prone before you, her legs curled under her, her many arms bent, propping her up just slightly, so that she is at face-level with your meatstick. Her tits are so large that they lay directly on the ground. She looks up with beautiful amber eyes, shining with the light of a thousand falling stars and swallows, trying to appeal one last time as you make her lips a sticky mess.

"W-We Are An Aspect Of The Eternal Divine, A Creator Of Life, A Mother Of Prophecy. We Are The Four Winds, Devi Of The Changing Seasons And... You Want To Use Us As A Mere Space To Deposit Your Breeding Material?"

What in the fuck is big blue blathering on about? And to think, people believe you are stupid sometimes. Wow.

"No, bitch," you slap her jiggly tits with your scepter, causing an undignified yelp. You speak slowly, in the least annoyed tone of voice you can manage, trying your most patient best to help the freakish babe in front of you understand, "You're... going... to be... my... cum dump." You smile condescendingly, and pat the Devi's golden helmet.

Viashna Devi appears to finally get it, as she winces in pained acquiescence and opens her mouth, unfurling an insanely long, thick, pointed pink tongue.

"Holy shit, running around topless and hiding that thing in those wet lips? I bet I know how you got your job," You realize you've left the Devi open to speak again, and quickly cover for your mistake by planting your hard cock right on her tongue, taking your time, letting her taste you as you slide up and down its length, slowly working your way to that big, hot mouth. "Here it comes! Say 'Ahhhhhh'."

Viashna gives you a confused look, but it's too late. You stop playing around and guide your cock all the way inside. To your surprise, the inexperienced divine creature keeps her tongue out as she closes her mouth around your cock, perhaps just that unaware of normal blowjob technique. You're not about to correct her, as you grab her top-tail and begin pumping her tonsils your balls slide pleasingly along her slick tongue.

Pleasingly for you, at least, as you leave behind a little trail of fallen pubic hairs on the goddess' tongue and her eyes fill with sparkling tears of pained humiliation. Maybe it's because she's sharing a skull with three other faces, but her mouth isn't quite as roomy inside as the outside would suggest. Your dick quickly bottoms out, and you yank on Viashna's top-tail to get her in position for a nice, hard throat fucking.

You drop the scepter on the ground and crudely grab a couple side-faces for extra leverage, mashing a pair of serene, reposed visages in your sacred quest for the perfect deepthroat. Whatever resistance Viashna retained disappears, as with a satisfying wet GLURK-GLURK-GLURK your blue fucktoy starts really feeling the effects of mortal debasement. Viashna's beautiful amber eyes roll back into her head, eyelids fluttering in reflexive denial, and a particularly hard dick thrust hits a bubble of the building precum and throatslime in her back of her divine facehole, causing enough pressure to send the disgusting buildup shooting out through another exit - Viashna Devi's big nose. A quick snorting mass of nasty biology hits your cock, which quickly deposits the stuff back into Viashna's mouth and smears it all over her lips.

Drooling, teary, and frankly disgusting are all words that you are barely capable of summoning to describe what you've made of the powerful goddess' face. While that has never bothered you in the past, sometimes an artist like yourself wants a blank canvas to work with. You take a step back from your ball-slapping and throat fucking to look at Viashna's defeated face, watching drool and worse pour from her open, gagging mouth.

"Hm, that was okay, I guess. What else can you do?"

"Wh -Glllu -hah What?" Amber eyes roll back into place, slowly regaining focus as Viashna struggles for air. It takes you a moment to remember that the giantess in front of you is a little slow, and you resolve to pace your words and explain clearly. Women - apparently even in heaven they're created a little bit dimmer. You shrug your shoulders and sigh a little, an unfamiliar sense of pity for another's stupidity washing over you for just a moment.

You poke around the grass a little bit, finding the kris and the whip where Viashna dropped them and return to her, reveling in her expression of fear as her eyes follow the brutal implements. You drop the whip for the moment.

"Hands." You wait extra patiently for about a quarter a second, then roll your eyes when big-and-freaky doesn't respond. Helping her, you kneel low and grab her frontmost hands, those still chained together by the wrists, still clasped in a holy prayer that is to go on for all time. You carefully line up the kris, and begin sawing through her golden manacles.

It slices through the soft metal like melted butter, cutting with only a whisper of drag. You toss the kris on the ground and its blade sinks straight into the earth under its own weight. Grabbing her wrists, you pry apart Viashna's hands, ending her prayer.

A thunderclap resounds out of the pure, bright sky. You jump a little bit, and hug Viashna's head close to you for comfort. It must have scared her too, because all of the sudden she is weeping - not tearing up from pain or lack of air, honestly weeping into the hands you just freed. You know just how she feels - thunder is super scary.

"Here," You grab her hands from her eyes. This will take her mind off the frightening noise, "These are for grabbing your boobs." You plant her formerly praying hands underneath her great big tits, showing her how to play with herself. You pat Viashna's head, encouraging her. Her golden eyes are dull and listless, but her hands move obediently, massaging her fleshy torpedoes per your instruction.

Picking up the kris again you take the long journey around to Viashna's big blue booty. You flick your wrist and cut off her skirt, which clanks heavily onto the ground. You whistle appreciatively.

"That is a big old pussy you got there," It is fucking huge, a much deeper blue than the rest of her, and hol-eee cow is it puffy. The hairless mound is dripping with slick wetness and juts out obscenely from her thighs. "You're going to want to touch that. Go on." A hand hesitatingly goes back, and runs two ringed, tattooed fingers along the length of her slit. Viashna shudders, and she spreads her puffy lips slightly, releasing a scent. Not honey-sweet like the angel's, and not like a human's either, but something deliciously herbal, like sweet cloves, or a spice cabinet only more... appealing. You slap it, watching its puffy lips jiggle slightly. "Atta' girl!"

You step back, pleased. Hands to prop her up, hands for each big titty, and two for her pussy as well. And all kinds of faces for fucking! Maybe freaky babe was put together for something useful after all. Your heart swells with pride for her. Her face hangs low in shame... but more importantly it's still kind of gross. Time for a new one. You drop the kris again and leave it there this time, and nudge Viashna's sunken head with your foot.

"Change your face," You order imperiously.

"My... Face?"

You sigh in frustration, once again foiled by the Devi's impossible stupidity. "Yes, you big dumb cunt. Your face. You know..." You do a little twirling motion with your finger. You can see Viashna's throat swallow, and her eyes shift to the side, unwilling to look at you. Her eyelids close, her face drains of expression, and you hear a clicking sound, followed by a mechanical whirring. Her head rotates, again, and you're confronted by a face pierced by metal studs, creating a golden pattern outlining her perfect cheekbones. You're already put off before her eyes open, and pure white stares at you, white pierced by tiny pinprick pupils that look through you.

Viashna opens her new mouth. It is a bottomless black portal, with no tongue, no teeth, an empty pit with no words that exit. The words do come, but from the wind instead, and the wind whispers to your ears directly, sounding from the silent air.

"gaze upon the cold doom of the world... mortal... you have found one of the divine faces of sleep... and of ****... upon sleep and **** all things are again renewed... but i am the last and will always be the last... when-"

"Next! Next!" You shout desperately. Shit, your boner just died! You pick up the whip and start in on her tits, lashing desperately, trying anything to get this bitch moving along and out of your head. The wind howls in your ears, screaming some kind of maddening chant of pain, but to your relief the latest head's eyes and mouth slowly close, and you hear the blessed mechanical clicking and whirring sound of change.

A new face is revealed, the last one you're pretty sure before the bossy red-eyed lady rotates back around again. Eyes flutter open and you're relieved to see that they are a sparkling, beautiful green color, and the face is unadorned by any funky piercings or studs, only marked by that annoying red dot on her forehead. The face contorts with pain, and her hands clutch where her breasts are marred by your abusive whip. The ugly black lines fade at her touch, healing almost instantly.

"M-mortal!" Her voice is the most normal tone yet, not trying to shout your head off or whisper madness in your ears, "What have you done to... what are you doing to us?" She looks at her free hands and strokes her breasts, cooing softly. Her lower hands go back and you can hear them slip into her wet, puffy pussy. "We feel so... fertile... so different. New. New but also," Her face grimaces, "... used."

You grin, confidence restored. This, you can work with. You point to your semi-soft dick, "Yeah, used by this bad boy, freak. Now its your turn."

You walk forward and begin rubbing and mashing your balls and prick all over the latest aspect of Viashna Devi, distorting her large, soft features with your hardening cock. Her tongue flicks out, wetly caressing your balls - finally! You've found at least one real woman among the bunch.