The taste of triumph.

Tom drank in his PamelaGoddess's kiss. It was gentle at first, endlessly loving, her dewy lips pressed against his tasting of ambrosia sparking a animal hunger for more.

He rose from his kneeling position, lips still locked and stepped away from the worthless plaything beneath him to press himself up against her celestial body, claiming her as she melted against him. His strong hands circled her tiny waist and slender back, the vinyl of her skimpy catsuit cool against his palms, as their shared kiss deepened with crushing ****. Their tongues sought each other as her elegantly gloved hands danced up the column of his neck and her clever fingers laced into his thick hair to pull him even closer.

Behind them the thing that had been Sierra Munroe wallowed in a dense puddle of his spend. Her over-blown curves and vacant bimbofied face were slathered in glossy white as she rolled and moaned, licked at the sticky mass on the cold marble floor and mindlessly giggled. She had once wished to bath in the precious seed and that wish had finally become a reality, all it had cost her was everything.

"Oh Tom, my Love, my King. You have me, won't you take me and fill me with your glory?" Pamela asked breaking the molten kiss to look up at him with those flaring jade and gold eyes.

They gazed deeply into Tom. Impossibly enchanting and looking directly into him, basking in him and everything he was to her. He couldn't look away, didn't want to look away so instead he returned her worshipful expression with his own, running one hand down into the crack of her spectacular ass to seize the ripe golden flesh there possessively as his other came up to pull down the over-taxed zipper of the straining catsuit.

"Mine!" Tom growled as her immense, gravity defying breasts sprang free of the glossy black material, her prefect rosebud nipples bullet-hard, already glistening with leaking milk for him.

"Yes yours, all yours! Oh... my Tom, oh my Love."

Pamela cried out as he bent down and lathered his tongue across her mountainous tit-flesh, sucking a milk-laden peak into his mouth and drinking deep before swiping his tongue across her shining flesh to suckle ravenously from the other. Her skin was golden and flawless, polished satin that Tom wanted to taste every inch of. Her breast-honey was peerless in flavor and he could feel it invigorating the perpetual dynamo of his churning passions like a shot of pure nitro into a revved-up supercharged engine.

He wanted more... more of his GoddessQueen, more of her divine, life-giving lactate until he felt fit to explode from the strength and vigor it bestowed upon him. She was quaking in his mighty grip, her beguiling body wracked with a chain of blissful breastgasms as he lifted her off her feet and slid her up his broad chest so he could ravage her heavenly mounds more readily. Her milking creamy melons were at eye level and his cum-drenched cock was pinned between the crush of their heated bodies. That titanic pillar of steely Godflesh pressed into her smooth bare belly jerked wildly at the contact with her velvet soft, glowing skin. Precum rolled freely from it, wetly kissing her flesh before being absorbed into her pristine form, fueling her angelic beauty and elevating her with it's blessing.

"Oh yes, Yes, YES Tom! More... haaa~ ...take more of me, take all of me!" Pamela panted, her head dipping to plant soft, adoring kisses in his rugged hair as he buried his face into her heaving, quivering cleavage. Her long shaky fingers tugged at his clothing, making futile attempts at pulling the dark sweater off rapidly swelling and hardening muscles.

"Here SisterMother, please allow us to tend to you." His TaniaQueen said reverently, stepping forward with a gentle smile on her usual vicious lips. She looked like a bridesmaid joyfully witnessing the holy union of two of her dearest loved ones.

"Ooooh, yes! PamelaMommy pleeeease~..." His HollyQueen begged bouncing on her tiptoes in excitement and swaying from side to side with her hands clutched together beneath her massive, out-thrust breasts. Milk was dripping from her puckered teats and puddling on the alabaster floor between her bare feet from her own girlish arousal.

Pamela smiled radiantly back at them, maternal pride filled her gorgeous flushed face then she nodded before moaning and shuddering into another sweet, soul-shuddering breast-gasm.

Their hands came up to unfasten and then rip at Tom's clothing. Pamela's enervating milk was stoking the internal furnaces of his Man-strain infection, his body growing and thickening, her sublime tit-honey rapidly being converted to further bone and muscle mass by the alien virus riding his DNA. His cotton sweater shredded apart as much from his increasing size as from his BabyGirl's tearing nails. His charcoal slacks were caught on his bulging thighs until the seams surrendered and parted before the rippling flesh bulging within.

Her immaculate skin was finally pressed again his own, the skinship Tom so desperately craved with her finally realized. A great surge of his Godseed erupted from him, splashing heavily against the underside of her magnificent rack and coating her sternum as Tom groaned in fitful pleasure around her gushing nipple and his GoddessQueen soaked it into herself, feeding her own goddess-strain with his spend.

Ms Summers had turned the large cum-soaked office chair around to watch the erotic display. Her tight black pants discarded on the floor as she urgently fingered her sodden snatch, watching the momentous coupling with awe as she pushed up the black halter top to squeeze at her own huge, over-flowing tits. Her juices ran freely from between sawing digits further soiling the expensive leather of the seat as she gasped and humped her hips towards Tom, mad desire for him written large on her pretty face.

She almost jerked clean out of the cum-slick upholstery when the sound of a shocked squeak came from under the massive mahogany desk. With a hungry, dissatisfied groan the curvy brunette gym teacher half turned, bent over her rolling fingers then paused as she looked under the desk...

"Oh... You poor little Dear! What are you doing under there?" She asked before reaching the polished timber and leather monstrosity, "Here let's unclip you and help you up."

Tom was lip-locked with his golden GoddessQueen once again, tasting her rich milk and her hot mouth together as she wrapped her long sensual legs about his waist. He peeled the black plastic of the cat-suit off her shoulders and kissed her sculpted collarbones as she shimmied it down to her thick hips, gasping for him all the while.

The knife heels of the thigh-high leather boots clicked together above his muscular behind and she circled her slender arms about his neck to drag herself back up him for another sizzling kiss. His massive tumescence prodded into her svelte pelvis now as she climbed him like a tree to reach his hungry lips again with her own.

With his GoddessQueen clinging firmly to him now, Tom traced his hands down her smooth flawless flesh to the bottom of the front zipper and slowly tore the vinyl costume open. He peeled it gently from her, the tough plastic material warping and parting effortlessly under his powerful hands as her Pamela purred her delight against his lips at the mighty display.

He had her at last, naked but for her long dark boots and midnight elbow gloves. Her long dark chocolate hair cascaded down her slender back to tickle the backs of his hands as they roamed over her curvy hips and cupped her glorious globular butt. They were kissing again, wildly like giddy teens drunk on their own raging hormones, as his PamelaQueen ground her unbelievable body up against his coaxing out ever more of his spurting precum for her transcendent flesh to soak in.

"Need you... Ungh... Need you... N-need you inside me Tom pleeease~!" Pamela husked between panting breaths and mewls of smoldering crushing pleasure.

"Take her my Lord Tom. Please bless our SisterMother with your firstborn heirs." Tania said from close by in hushed reverent tone. She had stripped out of her tiny costume and knelt naked beside his feet with one tentative hand reached out to rest on his thigh.

"Fill Mommy up, please TomDaddy? I want a baby sister. Then you can make her a baby auntie when you fill me up too." Holly asked sweetly kneeling like Tania on his other side before laying butterfly kisses on his bare knee.

Tom felt dizzy with desire, his body burning with lust and strength and the need to dominate these willing GoddessSlaves, his GoddessQueens. To breed them then breed them again relentlessly until he filled all their lives with legions of his children. To sire a strong, healthy new generation that would spill out into this broken world, conquering it and rebuilding it better than before. With mothers like these they could only be exceptional in all regards. He wanted them; his goddesses, his unborn children, his vision of a brighter future!

His immense straining cock fired another thick volley of into the press of his body against his beloved Pamela and her wail was one of mixed euphoria at feeling it spray upon her silken skin and **** need for him to spill within her empty clenching, dripping pussy.

Her thick sensual hips bucked against him and soaked his crotch in her spouting juices, Tom gripped her fleshy butt, resting his thumbs in the sweet dimples above her hard flexing ass then lifted and parted her firm full cheeks opening her like a flower for him. His raging Godhood slipped free of the press as he raised her and sank his teeth into her shoulder, marking her as his as she trembled and cooed joyously at the feel of his bite upon her sacred flesh.

Twin sets of hands grasped his enormous shaft, soft and warm. They stroked and guided him, Pamela's SisterDaughters servicing them both as they rubbed his cum-slick Godhead against the entrance to his GoddessQueen's waiting womb. They sighed in near-religious ecstasy when they witnessed the hugely bulging tip part her pristine pink folds and slide smoothly inside stretching her wetness wide her with its intense girth.

"Oh shit Pamela but your are fucking tight!" Tom roared as she slowly sank down on him, her forehead pressed to his, her glowing jade and gold eyes fluttered blissfully as he met some brief resistance than tore through it as she pulled him further into her slickness using her knees locked at his sides.

"V-virginal. This Goddess made... oooh! ...virginal f-for you, my GodKing. Be my new first, m-my one and only... mmmnph! ...make me pregnant the f-first time you deflower and claim me!"

Boiling liquid passion exploded within Tom's chest. He would claim her incontrovertibly and irrevocably. He would shackled them forever together in unbreakable bonds of lust, love and a bloodline. He thrust up into her with such **** she screamed in joyful triumph, her head thrown back and her long curtain of glossy thick hair flailing. He staggered across the penthouse with her thrashing in upon his granite hardness, hammering into her deepest depths and feeling her fertile Goddesshood open to him.

He reached the colossal desk, Simone Summer's rolled her chair out of his rampaging path with some cute little redhead perched on her knee. The ginger angel in her lap was dressed in strappy, lacy sky-blue lingerie with a collar around her neck adorned with rhinestones spelling the word "Pet". Neither of them even registered to Tom nor did the fact they had working wet fingers buried in each others sopping snatches as they watched him with wrapped, fixated attention.

Pamela Hope was his entire world in that moment. He swept the desktop clean in a swipe of his broad forearm, barely noticing as he ripped the expensive multi-screen display free of it's mounting sending it smashing down to the ground along with keyboards, pens and other office detritus. He leaned her back onto the rich green leather top, kissing and groping her feverishly as he drove into with the power of a charging locomotive.

"Yes Love! Yes Tom! Yes Yes Yesyesyesyesyes~!" She thrilled at the top of her lungs before gripping the edges of the polished timber with whitened knuckles to press, roll and grind her magnificent cunt back onto his almighty pounding GodMeat, "Give it to me more, I want it all, I want moooore~!"

Her incredibly tight, smooth pussy took his abusing pace; swirling and clenching and milking at him. Tom's eyes rolled madly and he grabbed her by the throat to keep from rocketing her off his spearing length from the sheer **** of his thunderous thrusting. His PamelaQueen flexed her abdomen, soft muscles distended visibly with his gigantic girth plowing inside of her as she gritted her teeth and her blazing eyes shone like twin supernovas as she nodded up at him with fanatical glee.

"Oh.. Fuck!" He grunted as her ravishing pussy bore down on his plundering pole like a velvet vice, his balls rumbling like celestial orbs in take-off.

"Give it to me Tom, give me all of it! All of it and more!" She begged, rising up on her elbows and gyrating her snatch back at him, her humongous tits bouncing and rippling, fountaining her precious milk and overloading all his senses. "Give me aaaaaall~!"

Tom responded as if commanded and flooded her pussy with his cum, he couldn't have stopped himself if he had wanted to. It felt like a tsunami of power and potent seed washed out of him into his PamelaGoddess and still he remained hopelessly hard, still he rammed himself into her convulsing cunt with everything he had.

Moans, sighs and groans filled the vast open space, the smell of sex and seed saturated the air as his unnoticed witnesses fingered themselves and each other at the sacred sight before them. Ms Summers and the pretty Pet were making out madly though their wide open eyes were locked on the union of Tom and Pamela. Their fingers plunged madly into each others juicy leaking pussies while free hands mauled each others curves as they both came hard in tribute to their new Master.

Holly and Tania posed elegantly, presenting and positioning themselves for his future pleasure. Kneeling naked in downward dog stance, bountiful asses held alluringly aloft or on their backs with long smooth legs kicked high into the air on the lush, priceless Persian rugs, heedless of their free-flowing girl-honey staining and permanently soiling the exotic imports. But Tom's GoddessQueen still commanded all of his attention.

"More... umph... please! Just a bit more... I-I can take more!" She cajoled, sitting up to run groping hands over the thick slabs of his pecks down across the rocky terrain of his abs.

His lips were on hers again, basking in her sweet flavor before he broke away to lick his delicious way down her swan-like neck over the expanse of her quivering tit-flesh and suck a gushing nipple between his lips again. The gargantuan desk groaned as his Goliath form grew heavier with mass and his GoddessQueen shrieked her approval as his monstrous cock swelled in size inside of her and stretched her tortured limits even further.

"This is your job now, your entire reason for being..." Tom chuffed, the huge desktop shifting heavily across the ivory marble with a protesting squeal at the sheer exertion of each pounding penetration, "You'll take all I have to give and thank me. You'll bare my offspring and the moment that beautiful belly is vacant again you'll climb upon this big royal dick and ride it so you aren't empty ever again..."

"Yeeeees~ Yes! Yes my Love, give it to me! I will, I will and more! Just give me more!"

"You'll be eternally fat with my young, our children. Selecting and curating other worthy women to climb onto my GodCock to swell rich and fertile with with my progeny until we birth a new breed of humans to conquer this barren world..."

"Yes Yeeesss~! For you, all for you my GodKing! Just give me more, just a little bit moooore~!" Pamela exalted at the top of her lungs, drowning out all other lewd sounds of moaning, squirting women in the palatial space. The rumbling desk finally came to rest against the thick glass of the floor to ceiling windows looking out upon the dawn cresting over the slowly awakening city.

"Oh! Fuuu-" Tom gasped as the luxurious aged wood of the desk finally splintered under combined weight and sheer **** of their rutting, They crashed down onto the pale stone flooring below, cracking it with the impact of their inhumanly hardened forms. The forceful shock of it drove him balls deep into her cunt until his lurching Godhead rode hard against the rough flesh of her g-spot and exploded.

"Gaaaawd~! Yes, my CockGod, my Love, my King! Fill me... Fill me until my belly bulges with your babies. Let me bear your royal young..."

Her trim stomach suddenly pooched with another thick prodigious load of Tom's potent GodSeed as he drained his vast reservoir of hot cum into her. She accepted it all, her belly bulging and her tits flowing with overstimulated lactation. Still she moved beneath him as he stilled, forever erect within her gripping, rippling heavenly channel. He sighed and rested his cheek contentedly against her massive breasts. Drowsiness washed through him as he remained large and stiff inside of his GoddessQueen. He dozed as she kept working at him from below, still bucking and thrusting ravenously on his hot, hard flesh buried deep within her...

"More... more my King, fill me again pleeease~ just a little more..."

He slipped in and out of long over-due rest, satisfied at last. His supernaturally virile GodCock never flagged though and his Pamela never tired of it. Tom would occasionally wake to find himself on his back, sleepily watching the Goddess as she writhed and spasmed on his perpetually iron-rigid shaft. Her gargantuan milk-slick tits clapped together as she bounced on his hips, her belly was hugely pronounced and sloshing as she wrung more cum from him. He continued to fill her fuller than the infection could absorb. None of it escaped her greedy cunt though, nothing spilled out in waste, her hungry body clinging to and claiming all his precious royal seed for herself.

The other girls in the penthouse dutifully supported their GoddessMother, holding her stupendous bucking body down on him by her slender arms and delicate shoulders. They kissed her sweaty temples and murmured sweet encouragement into her ears. They took turns at lifting his drowsing head to her proffered creamy breasts to nurse and suckle as they whispered softly down at him to fill Pamela again. For him to give her just a little more before he gladly erupted within her clenching battered fertile womb over and over as he fell back into a happy dream of the future while she still rode, begged and milked him for more.