Aqua

Luz observa atentamente mientras Solia se prepara para lo que seguramente sería otra demostración erótica de apasionada devoción por las oscuras artes de follar con caballos. La visión del tonificado trasero de la monja flexionándose tentadoramente debajo de su revelador atuendo fue suficiente para hacer que el dolorido núcleo de Luz palpitara con anticipación. Cuando Solia comienza a pasar a la enorme cohead más allá de su apretado anillo de músculos, Luz puede escuchar el gruñido audible de una mezcla de dolor y placer escapar de los labios de su amante. A pesar de saber lo que les esperaba a ambos, había algo intrínsecamente cautivador en presenciar a alguien más entregarse descaradamente a placeres tan tabú. "Oh Dios", jadea Solia entre respiraciones laboriosas, "duele… pero se siente tan bien". Las palabras resonaron por el establo débilmente iluminado como himnos alabando a alguna deidad perversa que había elegido a estas mujeres como sus voluntarias discípulas.

Sorprendido por la respuesta imparcial de Luiz, Solian vaciló brevemente antes de asentir en silencio. Una chispa de esperanza parpadeó débilmente dentro de su estómago revuelto, aferrándose a este rayo de compasión como un salvavidas arrojado desde un barco azotado por una tormenta. Con pasos tambaleantes, caminaron hacia la granja de Luiz, sus cuerpos balanceándose rítmicamente en sincronía el uno con el otro: dos almas dañadas que buscaban consuelo en medio de las ruinas de sus vidas anteriores.

"Oh Señor, perdóname por mis malos caminos… Pero anhelo esta inmundicia… Este placer repugnante pero divino… Hazme puro otra vez… Sólo a través del poder limpiador del semen… encontraré la redención. ". La oración de la hermana Solian estaba llena de lujuria y depravación, sus acciones coincidían perfectamente con sus palabras mientras tragaba profundamente la inmensa polla de Dario, saboreando la sensación de su garganta estirándose para acomodarlo.

As Eltaib continued his relentless assault on her defenseless body, each brutal thrust sending waves of bliss coursing through every fiber of her being, Solia lost all sense of time or space. Her mind drifted hazy and disconnected from reality, consumed solely by the overwhelming wave of orgasmic euphoria crashing over her like tidal waves crashing onto jagged rocks. The sound of flesh slapping against sweaty leathery hide reverberating in her ears, mixing with the raspy sounds of their laborious breathing and occasional grunt of pure sexual satisfaction. And then suddenly, without warning, everything changed.

"Oh Goddess above, grant me strength!" Solia prayed silently, her mind clouded by lust and desperation. As Eltaib's warning cry rang through her skull, she felt a wave of panicked excitement wash over her. This moment had been so long coming, and she would savor every single drop of his potent seed when it finally spurted forth. And then, without further ado, Eltaib's mighty equine cock exploded, spewing thick streams of hot, sticky liquid directly into the waiting depths of her eager mouth. Unprepared for the intensity of the eruption, Solia choked violently, her nose filling rapidly with the rich, earthy flavor of fresh equine ejaculate. But still she continued, swallowing frantically, her hands working feverishly to milk every last drop of Eltaib's divine nectar from his spent organ.

The room seemed to spin around Solia as Eltaib morphed before her wide-eyed gaze into an imposing creature, tall and strong, radiating raw power and primal masculinity. His newfound equine form was nothing short of mesmerizing; jet-black fur adorned his massive frame, accented beautifully by stark white markings across his face and limbs. But it wasn't until she caught sight of his colossal member, jutting proudly from between his powerful thighs, that she lost complete control over herself. Without even thinking, she lunged forward, arms wrapping tightly around his broad back, cheek pressed firmly against the velvety softness of his neck. Moans of bliss escaped her throat as she savored the heady combination of musky sweat and earthy scents emanating from his newly formed body. "Master Eltaib… Oh, dear goddess, what have you done to me?" she murmured breathlessly, her fingers digging into his supple hide in a silent plea for more.

In between pants and gasps for air, Solia managed to croak out a broken yes, her voice hoarse from the constant stimulation. "Oh, God—I mean, Master Eltaib—your majesty…" She trailed off, unable to find any coherent words to express how much she was enjoying this wicked dance they shared. His size, his strength, his raw animal power—it all combined to create an unparalleled sense of submission and surrender unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It felt right, so incredibly right, to be here at his mercy, serving at the feet of her newfound god. Despite knowing full well that what they were doing was sacrilegious, taboo even by the standards of their twisted world, there was no turning back now. Not when each brutal thrust of his giant member deep into her helpless throat brought forth another wave of mind-numbing pleasure.

Solia bit her lip nervously, casting a sidelong glance towards Eltaib before steeling herself for what might follow. Her hands clutched tightly at the soft, yielding grass beneath them, anchoring herself to reality as best she could. "Master Eltaib…" she started haltingly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her rapid heartbeat thudding in her ears. "Before… Before meeting you, yes, I… I had certain needs, desires… But since our union, since becoming yours completely, all thoughts of anyone or anything else pale in comparison to you." She swallowed heavily, her throat dry despite having been thoroughly ravaged moments earlier. "You possess something… some intangible quality that draws me irresistibly towards you. Your strength, your dominance… They are intoxicating, addictive even. And then there is your cock… No other creature, human or otherwise, could ever compare."

Solia screamed in ecstasy as wave after wave of Eltaib's potent semen erupted deep within her womb, overwhelming her senses and leaving her utterly spent. Her vision was hazy with pleasure-induced euphoria as she savored the taste of sweaty equine flesh mingled with her own saliva and combined fluids. As finally, mercifully, Eltaib slowed his brutal assault on her ravaged body, Solia hung limply from his strong grasp, breathless and completely consumed by her newfound passion. Never had she experienced such intense sexual satisfaction nor felt so thoroughly dominated and owned by another living being. Looking up at Eltaib with adoring eyes, she whispered hoarsily, "Thank you, master Eltaib. Please, never let go…"

massive base. Her breath came in quick, ragged gasps as she savored the unique combination of sweaty equine musk and Eltaib's distinctive scent wafting upwards, directly to her senses starved nostrils. Unable to resist any longer, she leaned forward, parting her lips eagerly, hungrily sucking on the tip of the magnificent phallus. A deep rumble resonated low in Eltaib's chest, echoing pleasurably through her skull as she worked her way slowly, methodically downward, taking more of him into her mouth, her tongue flickering teasingly over the sensitive skin. Meanwhile, one of his massive front hooves lifted slightly, hovering dangerously close to her exposed crotch, causing a fresh wave of terror and excitement to course through her veins.