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Meghaera’s bare feet shivered against the opulent, golden tiled floors of the outer temple as she was made to approach its entrance, her wide blue eyes staring up in awe and horror as every surface of the towering structure that stood at the capital’s center glinted with the light of the ripe morning sun. Today was not her first day visiting the halls of the Pharaoh’s palace, but it had changed more than enough for every corner of it to seem completely alien to her now…a reflection of the new ownership it had fallen under, like the very land she had dwelled in from birth twisted and contorted to his vile machinations.

She was here by no will of her own…the Pharaoh had personally invited her, an unexpected outreach that she never would have expected in light of their history. She despised the thought of even seeing the smug face of the man she loathed to call her king, but there was no choice in the matter, to disobey a direct request of the Pharaoh was to deny the word of the appointed earthly spokesman of the Gods themselves, and she knew well enough the trouble that could arise from angering the Gods.

And so, she was led by his attendants, Aysha and Jannah…both women, of course, Meghaera had heard that their new Pharaoh, in his stunning wisdom had formed an elite force of bodyguards beholden to his every word, all of which were made up of the fiercest, deadliest, and most beautiful women conscripted into the armed forces. She didn’t have to divine their pasts to know they had been built from the ground up to be loyal servants to his every waking will…their willingness to wear such tasteless outfits too crude for even the most sought-after brothel whores told her more than enough about just how happy they were to accommodate his lustful whims.

Their hips were almost totally exposed with nothing but a tightly strung set of pearly waistbeads that rattled with each step of their thick, muscular thighs, their mouths hidden by translucent azure veils while their eyes were laced with bright purple eyeshadow that shone against their sun-kissed skin. Their breasts were one wrong move from spilling out entirely, held in a thin silk bra held together by a golden-hoop band at the top of their broad, toned backs…it was totally unpractical attire for combat, but that only spoke to his supreme confidence that no being in the land of the living could truly contest his martial prowess, and thus any “protectors” he assigned himself were useful for one role first and foremost…as disposable dick-rags to serve the depraved desires of the Pharaoh’s sick mind…

And while Meghaera wanted, so, so desperately wanted to believe that wasn’t true. That the man who sat upon his golden Throne and laughed at the plight of their kingdom’s peasant folk, demanding taxes and labour from the masses who were terrorized into handing over their wealth to build his towering monuments to his own greed, lust and arrogance was but a false idol to be dethroned by a true ruler…she had seen for herself all too long ago the unforgettable proof that their Pharaoh was a terrifying force of divinity amongst men. As the doors to his throne room parted, and the silhouette of his figure came into view with the spillage of sunlight over the space, she was only that much more assured of the horrible reality she inhabited.

The man had many names, titles and monikers. Tokens of his travels from corners of the world a humble oracle like Meghaera had yet to even hear of, much less trample, conquer and rule as he had. Pharaoh, God king of the Keshmet Empire, wielder of the divine Northern Spear…she had spent more time than she would ever like to admit poring over scribes of his former deeds, looking for some clue or flaw in his person that could vindicate her hatred, and she’d found nothing…but for all her searching, she could not bear to call him any of his titles that endeared him with such praise. While she would show him cordial fealty in public, in her mind, she could know him only as his most truly fitting name…

“ˢᵃᵐᵒᶜˡᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵛᵃᵍᵉ…”

She made sure to whisper the words to herself, but in truth, her breathy voice betrayed an uncontrollable awe even she couldn’t begin to hide. The King was nude, save for the Golden neck-dress and tacky, overly jeweled crown set on his head. His smile was wide and jovial, as though he had met the eyes of an old friend, and not a woman whose last words to him were curses of endless deaths upon deaths to him and whatever lineage he might come to sire.

Clearly, looking at him, no such curse had taken effect. Samocles had taken power when Meghaera was but a girl of fifteen years, and yet 20 years later he seemed to have not aged a day…she wondered if the rumours that the king had found a way to conquer the death itself, and would not pass the duat for as long as his kingdom reigned and he remained undefeated in battle, was true…and she gulped with fear at the very thought.

He was unspeakably tall, even sitting on his throne, with his broad shoulders surpassing the width of the opulent seat, his physique carved finer than the most dedicated artisans could craft stone, his chiseled face not a day older than when it had first displayed that sadistic smile to her on the worst day of her life, save the fact that his steely chin was lined with the gentle scruff of a small beard.

She couldn’t bear to look him in the eye, not with the memories it brought her, and yet the second place her attention was diverted to was almost worse, the orchestra of noisy, wet, lip-smacking suckling centered right at his groin…

And there knelt the Pharaoh’s Queen, the woman who had once been Meghaera’s soul sister. Her tawny skin clad in silk robes that were completely transparent, pink fabric tied into golden hoops that dressed her elbows, neck and waist as she SMASHED HER FACE DEEP INTO HER HUSBAND’S GROIN, HER EYES ROLLING BACK AS SHE LET OUT NASTY, STICKY “GLRKS~!” OF DEVOTED, DICK-DEVOURING PLEASURE, BARELY MANAGING TO COMPLETELY ENGULF TWO THIRDS OF HIS IRON-HARD GOD-ROD INTO HER THROAT BEFORE SHE SPUTTERED AND YANKED HERSELF BACK FOR AIR!


Ishtar didn’t even notice her presence for a moment…and honestly, Meghaera could hardly blame her, the sheer magnificence of the King’s beastly cock surpassed any spirit who walked the earth that she had communed with before her seat at the palace was taken from her. Ishtar’s hand could not fully wrap around it’s length, and it resembled something more fitting of an unwieldy javelin formed by destructive, heavy ivory flesh than anything else…fitting for a man such as him, even his cock was naught but another weapon of dominance for him to use to his advantage.

Ishtar noisily snorted and gathered as much spit in her maw as she could, before blasting it out with a thick, nasally PTOOEY~!! That would be considered quite…unbecoming for a Queen. But before Samocles, she might as well have been little more than a living onahole, she too was just as young as the day they departed, bearing the looks of an unreasonably buxom, wide-hipped, fuckably fertile blow-up doll made real. Her bronze skin accentuated the shape and roundness of her delectably doughy derriere, the size of those pillowy cock-cushions emphasized by how they CLOMPED together each time she twisted her hips and twerked her asscheeks together for the king’s amusement, smacking his greasy dickpillar on her face and marvelling at how far it stretched above her forehead before she was, woefully, pulled back by his rough, calloused hand.

“Nfghhhhh~ Have I displeased you, my king? By the Gods, forgive me, I’ll do better, I promise~ I’ll hoover the jizz out of your fat, heavy cockmeat so hard you’ll forget about any of the foreign whores you’ve had since you’ve been away, just PLEASE let me worship it~💞💞💗 You’ve been gone so long, I would have cut my tongue out if I had to live a day longer tasting anything BUT your divine seed…” Her pleading cries went ignored, with Sam doing little more than standing on his feet, that single motion revealing the flexing musculature of the long, brick-thick columns that were his thighs, while he grabbed onto the base of his cock and THWOPPED it off the sides of her face to shut her up.

“Calm yourself Ishtar, can you not see we have a guest amongst us? It’s unbecoming of you to be so whorish before her…especially when I need her. Now shut up, and as punishment, don’t you dare try licking a single vein on my cock before I speak to you again, I wish to have a conversation.” 

Samocles’ words boomed through the hall so powerfully, Meghaera nearly felt she was the one being spoken to, and shamefully, she could feel her core throbbing needily at that very idea. She shouldn’t have felt that, shouldn’t have felt the mounting pressure and desire growing from her hungry pussy, not for someone like him…but his grotesquely handsome face and disgustingly dominant voice was like the most powerful of magic charms, and even she, for all her knowledge in defending against such dark arts, could not ignore its effects.

“Meg…you don’t mind if I call you that, no? It’s been so many years, hasn’t it? Such a shame…even for my knowledge of magic, an Oracle as wise as you is an incredibly valuable asset to me. Remind me why we ever parted ways? I’ve missed you quite a bit, a woman as…spirited as you is truly a rare find.” Sam told her, not moving for a moment as his beastly bull-beef shivered and tensed atop his wife’s face, her eyes glazed over with desperate longing and a twinge of jealousy as she looked into her former friend’s eyes.

“Parted ways? You say that like I was ever a servant of yours…when you murdered…I mean, claimed the throne from the former Pharaoh, there were many casualties amongst those loyal to him. My father, the former royal Oracle…he was killed by your hand, and when I requested you not let me be party to your new kingdom…your wife cast a curse upon me that left me…barren. I have no quarry with you, King, not after how many years it has been, but I humbly request that you see me out, my senses of the spirit have dulled from so many years doing nothing but soothsaying for peasants, I would be of no use to you for what purposes you seek.” 

The lady was curt and measured in her reply, sure to veil her refusal in a plausible excuse that would avoid nipping at the Pharaoh’s impossibly enormous ego…at least on the surface. A silence gripped the room for a moment, making the panting breaths Ishtar took in in an attempt to gulp all the musk and stench wafting off the spit-slimed length of her God-King’s awe-inspiring dick-length sound even more unreasonably loud.

Yet still, despite the brave front she put up, Meghaera’s body was flush with fear as he watched her, his gaze making her feel nude as the day she was born even with her cheap white desert robes on her body. While Ishtar’s body had clearly…changed to suit the perverse desires of Samocles, the two women had always looked like sisters of the same womb, the Queen’s dark brown skin contrasting her olive hued appearance, while their wide green eyes, elegantly dainty features and slim, yet voluptuous figures were once borderline identical to one another.

She had aged, and her features had crinkled and matured…but she was far from out of the question as a target for the King’s all-encompassing lust.

“Guards, leave us. That is an order.” His words were scarcely finished before his thralls moved to meet his commands, his two royal guardswomen giving the Oracle a look of judgmental aggression before they disappeared through the throne room doors, the foul WHAM of the overbearing, golden doors slamming together sending a shiver through her soul, the feeling of being trapped with a wild beast hungry for ripe flesh making her every breath seem ten minutes long as she waited for him to speak.

“No guards to worry of, Meghaera. You may be assured, I swear myself to secrecy for all that transpires within this room. You may spit whatever curse or insult towards me…and as for Ishtar…” He yanked her up by the tresses of her hair, his pull so strong she stood on her tip toes and barely avoided swinging in the air by the might of his powerful grip as he leaned down and murmured into her face.

“You swear yourself not to speak a word of this? You promise to obey your king like a good royal whore, right? Swear yourself to it and I’ll flood your needy cock-slot of a throat with so much jizz you’ll be drowning in it~”

His promise was like a vow of certainty, as assured as the yearly flood of the great river, or the rise and fall of the sun, and Ishtar leaped with excitement with it, nodding and bouncing on the tips of her toes. Her hands reached across her cleavage, dancing past the creamy brown slopes of her ripe, jiggling jugs as she whined out her reply.

“Yes, my king. Even better than that, I charm my heart to this pledge, a single word spoken of this affair will see my heart pierced by my own magic. My life is meaningless if I betray your desires-GMPHHHHHHHH~!!❤️❤️”

He’d forced her to her knees before she could finish, spinning her around so she was facing Meg as he flopped his fat cock and balls over her face, the sticky “sᴄʜᴋʟʀʀʀʀʀᴘᴘᴘsᴄʜʜʜʜ~!!” of her lips and tongue greedily worshipping those sweat-stained nuts before he pulled back, grabbed her by the throat and suddenly shoved ALMOST THE ENTIRETY OF HIS OVERSIZED WRECKING-ROD INTO HER OPEN MOUTH WHILE LOOKING MEGHAERA RIGHT IN THE EYE, STANDING WITH A PROUD SENSE OF ABSOLUTE DOMINANCE AS HE SPOKE AGAIN.

“See this? THIS is why I come to you, Meghaera. For as long as I have lived, I’ve yearned for nothing but conquest, the taking of new lands under my unchallenged empire, and of new women to satisfy me from all the corners of the world. Do you know why I vacated my seat in this palace? I searched tirelessly, gathered my strongest soldiers and best wayfarers to chart across it…and there remains nothing left. No grand empires who have yet to ally with me or cede to my will, no new adventures to be had…no new women to satiate my desire for more…” His eyes fixed on her for a moment for emphasis, his gaze lecherous and powerful in a way that made her shift her balance, unconsciously showing off herself to him…for all her hatred, she was powerless to deny the primal instinct his presence spurned in her.

“But you…you carry the solution, don’t you? Do not lie to me, I know very well that there are none like your family in communing with the realm of the dead. I seek the frontier that no Pharaoh before me has claimed, and the pleasures which lie far beyond this mundane world. You, my dear Meghaera, will be the one with whom I conquer the realm of the duat.”

A loud, sputtering “GRK~!” emerged from his hand yanking his wife into his groin by the throat, almost as though even she was shocked at the hubris he displayed. Meghaera’s eyes went wide with shock, and sweat trickled down her brow as she stared intently at him, the one restriction upon the powers of the Pharaoh was to keep the affairs of his rule constrained to the realm of the living…after all his transgressions, now Samocles dared to violate the one sacred norm that served to keep even him in check?

“You…you are a foul, disgusting, blasphemous tyrant. The lords of the sun weep at the man who acts as their emissary, your very being is spawned from naught but evil and greed…you kill my father, curse my womb, leave me a broken, barren woman…and now you have the gall to seek me out to further your conquest? Forget it. Judging by the fact you haven’t imprisoned me, I can only guess you know that what you seek cannot be gained by torture or coercion…my father was right to burn all scrolls of our teachings before you stormed the gates.” Meghaera’s eyes were red and her body was glistening with heated perspiration, alive with the storm of sheer rage flowing through her as she spat upon the accursed floor, she stopped the tears welling in her eyes, adamant to not appear weak, putting on her best impression of a prideful stride as she waltzed to the door behind her.

“A fair notion…you despise me for all I have done to your family, that I can accept…however, would you be interested if I told you I could solve the issue of your cursed womb?”

His booming voice stopped her in her tracks as her palms planted on the golden doors, frozen as she took in his statement.

“You lie. I heard the words of the charm your wife inscribed upon me. Thou womb will be barren, no man whose love finds you will remain of the land of the living…and the seed of your lovers shall die within you, your lineage will end with you. It was those exact words, you can’t trick me, Pharaoh, I won’t fall to your lies.”

“Oh? But this is no lie, Meghaera. Explain to her, my love. You were always such good friends before.” He barked down at his wife, grunting as, with a heavy heave of his hips, he pulled himself back and extricated his cock from her constantly clenching throat pussy with a loud noise of thick phlegm and thicker pre-jizz bursting from her broken-in orifice while Sam’s cock rested upon her head like a symbol of her defeated state.

“Ngh~♥️ Meggy baby…you have no idea do you? You’ve always been so smart, but you couldn’t notice…the words I used, and the inscription for my charm had their characters chosen…sᴄʜʟʀʀʀʀʀᴘᴘᴘᴘ~ very specifically. The characters restrict you from siring any child from the seed of a man…and no successful charm can be broken once it has taken root…sᴄʜʟʀʀʀʀʀᴘᴘᴘᴘᴘᴏᴘᴘᴘ~ hehehe…our KING, though? Charm characters acknowledge the Pharaoh as a different being entirely…a GOD beyond the powers of mortal magic, if he were to take you as one of his concubines…”

She was stopped again as Sam gripped either side of her skull and jammed his throbbing cocklance inside of her throat once more. Meghaera had his full attention this time, and her eyes couldn’t help but trace down the tensing veins across his enormous biceps and deep-cut V-line shaping the bottom of his sculpted abs.

Samocles was more fearsome and depraved than the most foul demons and ghosts she had read of her ancestors encountering…but he was undeniably the living image of the most powerful male specimen to walk the earth. She could do nothing to oppose his all-encompassing power as she was now, and allowing her bloodline to merely die off would do little but spite him while he would merely go on ruling her land and people for endless years…but being able to carry on her lineage with his genes, to sire a child that might come to oppose him one day…would that not be the better course of action.

“GRHHHSCCCHHHHLLLKKKKKKK~!!💞💞!!💖”

Or maybe being the one woman audience to Ishtar getting her throat scraped out by the fattest slab of bitchbreaking breedmeat she’d ever seen was triggering the most illogical, bestial centers of her mating frenzied mind with the barest traces of post-hoc rationalization for her lewd fantasies.

“No…that can’t…”

“Don’t even begin saying that. Look at me, Meg. If I so desire it, I will make it happen…you will be mine, restored as my oracle and personal whore, and I will seed your fucking womb till you’re birthing litters of my heirs, and they will inherit a kingdom that spans both the realm of man and spirit…FUCK! LOCK THAT THROAT UP TIGHT YOU SLUT, I’M ABOUT TO STUFF YOUR GUTS WITH MY JIZZ~!”

Sam’s stature shifted and his broad, burly frame heaved, in one tight, angry pull of his arms, he yanked Ishtar up by her neck, a visible impression of his whore-breaking length denting her gut and throat as he made sure he was BALLS-DEEP inside her sloppy throat-cunt, the bulge of his beefy, arm-length shaft PULSED AND GREW TILL EVEN ISHTAR SEEMED LIKE SHE WAS NEAR CHOKING HERSELF TO DEATH, and right at that very moment…he FINALLY let loose.

Meghaera could HEAR the grody pulse of fat, clumpy sperm-wads shifting in his enormous cum-tanks, their weighty mass clenching as they sat atop Ishtar’s eyes, and then immediately, instantly, powerfully CHURNED AND SHIFTED WITH A HOTLY BREWING NUTLOAD THAT RUMBLED THROUGH HIS SACK AND TRAVELED UP FROM HIS CUMVEIN…

SCHPLORRRRRTSCHHHHH~!! SPHLRRRRRRRCCHHHH~! SHPLATTTTTSCHHHHHHH~!!!!

The BURST of his hot, sticky nut was so explosive that it threatened to drown her entirely in just the first shot, and the next few clearly surpassed the lengths her throat could go to gulp down his essence, hot, messy trails of his cum squeezed out through her nostrils and the corners of her lips, she guzzled down with thick, nasty, hearty gulps that echoed through the throne-room and made Meg’s heart swell with desire. Her gut stretched and contorted around the greasy, sticky weight of cum being pumped into her, growing more and more gravid with each audible PULSE of his womb-beating stud-meat, with nothing but the sounds of his wild grunts and her eager gulps in preparation to swallow EVERY LAST DROP being heard.

Ishtar was clearly used to it, or had used some obscene magic to force her body to adjust to her lover’s supreme virility, given how any normal woman’s stomach would have outright exploded from such an overwhelming dispensation of protein packed nut-sludge all at once. Yet she took all of it and more. Gallon by gallon spewing forth through her throat and sliding into her stomach through naught but her overwhelming will to OBEY, and after what felt like an eternity of watching him shoot like a broken faucet, he finally, agonizingly slowly, dislodged his massive dickbat from her throat, his ivory flesh drizzled with sweat as he tossed his wife to the floor, leaving her to guzzle the remnants of nut in her mouth as he stomped over to Meghaera.

“So…you will perform the ritual for me won’t you? My dear Oracle?” He asked, his smile entrapping her before she could even respond, her gaze shifting between his massive, half-hard, cum-covered cocklength and his rugged features before she gulped on her words and spoke…

“I…I will need…preparation, and the method I know of will be…unconventional.”

The Pharaoh snickered his assent, his gaze piercing through her as her word bound her to a new contract with the infernal beast she had sworn herself never to ally with…and all for the bounty of his seed within her womb. It was utterly humiliating…

And yet, she knew in her heart that it was an absolutely worthwhile deal…

—

Plumes of smoke and strong-smelling incense consumed the dimly lit room Yoruichi Shihoin had suddenly emerged in.

The last thing she’d seen was Soi-Fon’s face, contorted into a dimly enraged stare as she looked on in flustered annoyance at the second division captain’s clearly lethargic demeanor. Her closest personal attendant, as much as she admired her, always held a deep annoyance for the more…eccentric aspects of the clan head’s persona.

The Seireitei was, as it had been for untold hundreds of years, mind bogglingly boring. Hollow suppression was a simple affair that brought no challenge for her, and the fledgling Soul Reapers she imparted her techniques onto had long since reached the peak of their skill with no new prospects in sight. 

The balance was unshifting, with no hollow threat to the three worlds, no Quincies (at least, none that she knew of), and really, as much as it would’ve been taboo to admit it, she often wished for some new power to arise and grant her the purpose she’d been missing for years.

And it was in the midst of one of those very daydreaming fantasies, mindlessly zoning out as Soi-Fon droned on and on to her about some special order from those godforsaken central 46 drones, that the monkey’s paw curled and her wish was granted in the most unexpected way possible.

It had been ages since her last venture into the human world, so much so that she struggled to determine just where exactly she was, much less how she’d ended up there. Had she been forcefully transmitted into a Gigai somehow? No…she could feel the flow of spiritual pressure rushing through her just as powerfully as it did in the Seireitei, and yet somehow she felt more…of this world.

She wasn’t alone, though, another, foreign source of spiritual pressure, so abundant that she felt it may have clogged her lungs to continue breathing in its presence, was clearly close at foot. Skulking amongst the wisps of smoke in the air until they slowly dissipated bit by bit…

As the room cleared, she could see torches lit upon dirty brick walls lined with bright red symbols and hieroglyphs marking them…how cute, their writing was so primitive before, now they’d almost caught up to the idea of actual kanji.

Still, it was obvious she was in the midst of some…summoning ritual of some sort. She wasn’t fully sure on the details, but she remembered some word of this amongst her family…an ancestor who had formed a pact with a human family particularly sensitive to spiritual pressure…but would a human really wish to make contact with a soul reaper? And if they had to, why did it have to be now of all the times?

The sound of earth crunching beneath weighty, powerful feet brought her back from her deeply entrenched confusion, her eyes widening as they took in the figure of absurd masculine might that lumbered in front of her, each bulging vein across the sturdy wall of firm ivory muscle that made him so imposing readily apparent to her gaze as he stood nude before her, little more than firm golden braces barely shackled to his forearms, and a golden necklace dangling between his enormous pecs serving to hide a single inch of his body.

He was clearly the source of Reiatsu bleeding into the room, and while as a Thirteen court guard captain, she was resolved to show no fear in the face of an enemy, even she couldn’t hide the trickle of sweat down her brow and the pulsing overflow of pressure within her at his mere presence. A human? One exuding Reiatsu like this, clearly stalking her with a deep, dastardly intent? It was exceedingly rare for her to meet a situation that eluded her knowledge of what was possible.

“My my…when Meg told me she would have to solicit an emissary from beyond the duat, I was skeptical…but seeing it for myself. I wonder, are all women from the world beyond quite as eye catching? Or has my fortune blessed me with you this time around?” The Pharaoh chuckled, his deep golden eyes looking her up and down like a piece of meat, fearlessly approaching her with no worry for the shield of Reiatsu surrounding her.

The closer he got, the more she grew astounded by the insane SIZE of his towering frame, he was nearly two feet higher than the Captain’s diminutive height. His eyes were clearly peering through the bust line of her Shihakusho, the generous curves of her weighty tits made even more impressive by her tightly cinched waist and wide, juicy hips that could be seen even through her haori.

At first, Yoruichi was intent on looking him in the eye, keeping up a desperate bid to resist the deeper instinct to cower in awe of the man before her, but an overpowering heat budding from below eventually drew her attention, her eyes shifting downwards for the slightest glance…only to widen like saucers at the obscene display this towering brute of a man had for her.

His cock, low, thick and flaccid, save for the twitching sputters it made as it lurched threateningly in her direction, seemed more imposing than some of the most enormous Zanpakuto she’d ever seen in action. Her mind blanked for a moment with sheer astonishment at the divine cut of cockmeat pulsing before her, her mouth hanging open as she watched it bob menacingly through the air.

“Heh, see something you like down there?” He chuckled, making her dart back up to look him in the eye almost instantly, hiding her blush with a cheeky, challenging smile as she spat back at him.

“Well…I will give it to you…you are interesting…for a human at least. I’m not totally clued in on what’s going on here, but I can guess …you’re some kind of powerful human ruler, looking for wealth or influence or whatever trifling things you humans concern yourselves with, and you’ve managed to find a way to call someone from my world to help you? I’ll admit, it’s impressive that you managed to pull me into the human world, and that imitation of a Soul Reaper you’ve taken on is rather interesting, but I’m quite a busy woman, and I’d recommend you put me back before you regret it.” 

“Oh dear, you’re so close…but still so very far. I want much, much more than that…and there is no power, even that you possess, that can interest me more than what I already have. But for now…I want you most of all.” His hands slithered lower and grazed her hips through her haori, her body stiffening as her back arched under his touch. She could sense that nothing but danger radiated from him…and yet still, she couldn’t help but lean ever so lightly into his hands, the pert, round softness of her bubbly, caramel-brown ass shifting into his palm as he gave a pleased grunt of approval in return.

But despite her movements, she let out words that betrayed her lust, trying for a snarl that came out as more of a breathy, kittenish whimper blowing against his neck.

“You pull me from my work, insist I…a thirteen court guard captain help you, and you insult my skills on top of that?” Her cheeks were flushed as her palm reached out further, her soft palm grabbing at the head of his pulsing cockbeef, slowly stroking it as it bounced in the air before she spoke again.

“You…might just be the biggest disappointment I’ve ever seen, or the most interesting human I’ve ever come across…but if you want me, you’re going to have to back up that claim of yours boy…it’s been a longggg time since I’ve really been challenged, and you better show me something worthwhile if you think you can change that…”

—

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPPPPPP~!!!!

It was little more than a half hour later that the sound of a hot, heavy, sperm-stuffed set of balls ruthlessly smacking off the Shihoin heir’s upturned asscheeks filled the inner walls of the pyramid’s chambers. Each turgid vein pushing through the Soul Reaper’s squishy, juicy slut-slit was a burst of sensation pumping through her brain, electric crackles leaping off her legs and arms as the sound of brutal, bitchbreaking rut-thrusts into her pussy consumed every corner of her mind.

“FUGHHHHHHHHH! S-SLOW THE FUCK DOWN WOULD YOU, YOU FUCKIN’ HUNG WHITE BRUTEEEE~!!!” The second division captain spewed out a maelstrom of lusty, high-pitched squeals that could almost shake the foundations of the pyramid as much as the rumbling, ass-clapping plowfuck she was being subjected to did.

Samocles mounted her like a bucking bull atop a supremely fertile heifer, his massive nuts sloshing with seed as both of his hands pushed her juicy brown thighs back to the limit of her flexibility, folding them behind her neck so her ripe, squishy cock-slot of a cunt afforded him easy access to its depths, carelessly pumping away with his entire weight on top of her as he relished in conquering the newest, most exotic concubine of his harem.

Yoruichi had suffered the most supremely embarrassing loss of her life. What she had at first expected to be little more than a light workout of a battle against a stronger than average human much too in over his head resulted in a humiliating display of just how much she was in need of a proper humbling, her masterful Shunpo, kido, and fighting technique she had to her name short of her Thunder God form had been brutally beaten with a ferocity that may have outdone some of Hueco Mundo’s most fierce Vasto Lordes.

With the ferocious feline instinct she took on, it was all too easy for him to claim victory once he’d ensured every tool in her arsenal was beaten and she had no room to protest anymore, the slightest few nicks and bruises of his weighty fists were sprinkled across his body, a clear show that he was careful to leave her as untouched as possible to claim once he’d won, and before she could even properly mouth out a “wait-” of useless protest, he was pumping his burly brutedick into her pussy like he fucking owned it.

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPPPPPPPP~!!!

He paused on the apex of his last rut, grinding his cock down to the balls inside of her, what had to be almost twenty, maybe even more, of steel-hard ivory cockflesh was slammed into the deepest depths of her core, where not even Urahara had reached before. His roiling nutsack squished into the crevice where her phat twin fuck-spheres joined together, the fist-like head of his shaft CRUSHING the outer flesh of her womb as he made sure to relish the fierce scream she let out as he bottomed out in her pussy.

“Slow down? Funny words from the flash goddess, huh? You said you wanted me to prove what I said, how’s this for proof? YOU LOST, SO NOW I’M GONNA TAKE WHAT YOU OWE ME AND SPLIT THIS FUCKIN’ PUSSY ON MY COCK AS MY REWARD, AND YOU’RE GONNA TAKE EVERY GODDAMN INCH, YOU HEAR!?” Sam groaned through each of his slow, heavy pushes against her body, reaching one hand up to clench Yoruichi’s cheeks until she gladly opened her mouth for him, snorting deeply before he hawked a wad of thick, gooey spit onto the surface of her tongue that she swallowed down her throat almost instantly.

“FUCK ME…ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜɪs ɢᴏᴅᴅᴀᴍɴ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ's sᴘɪᴛ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ GOOD?” 

Yoruichi was sure that this had to be the peak of humiliation she would ever achieve…and unfortunately (or perhaps, fortunately?) for her, that seemed to awaken a hidden masochistic streak she’d never tapped into before, given how fucking close she was to CUMMING LIKE A BRAINLESS LITTLE WHORE HAPPY TO BE USED FOR HER FAT ASS AND TIGHT PUSSY BY A HUNG WHITE BULL-STUD! Having to go back to the Soul Society knowing she’d been bested and then violated like a disposable cumdump by some arrogant human would be bad enough, but knowing that she would feel the trickle of the jizz from his bloated sack down her legs and deeply yearn for that moment once more for weeks after was enough to make this moment even more harrowing to her self image.

At the very least, she could probably relish the fact that there was no way she could fall even lower, right?

“GAWK~ GWUARKKKK~ SCHLRRRRPSCHHHHH~!!!💔💔” 

Yoruichi cursed her own presumptuousness as she kneeled on her haunches, the flanks of her round, caramel brown asscheeks flared out behind her and jiggling madly as her skull was used as a free-use fuckholster to serve the power mad king’s depraved desires. She wanted to deny it, but every musky, brain-melting inhalation of his undiluted cock-musk as her fluffy fuckpillow lips were stretched out as thin as could be around his turgid tree-trunk of a cock was evaporating her will to put up her signature shield of catty aloofness.

“Heh, what a disappointment. You say you’re thousands of years old? Pathetic, that body of yours is as good as some of the most fertile Bantu sows I’ve bred, but you can barely even swallow half of my cock? Are men in that Soul Society you mention beyond the duat even men at all?” He mocked, her eyes trying and failing to look up at him with a stare of disapproval, the sternness of his eyes judging her making her feel…inadequate, like somehow she was lacking for not properly pleasing this rutting thug beast of a man and his brutal ivory bully meat…

Instead of merely plowing away into her until he could spew the disgustingly fat load surely brimming within his awesomely huge nuts, Samocles, true to his sadistic nature, could not be pleased merely to humbly enjoy his winnings through that alone. Instead, he saw it fit to slide his beefy bitchbreaker out from her beaten cunt, leaving her pussylips gaping and clenching at the air as though beckoning his return, before ruthlessly pushing her to her knees, smacking the fat, doughy fuckhandles of her twin asscheeks before demanding she suck him off, playing a humiliating game where he barked awful, degrading human slurs at her as she gargled down his shaft, then ruthlessly interrogated her on matters of the Soul Society before feeding it back into her throat.

And for some goddamn reason, she was fucking answering them. Her heart would clench and she would flood with disgust for herself at the thought of divulging secrets that could easily have her seat at the Gotei 13 removed…if not get her an execution order from the central 46 themselves. And yet, she felt the girthy WEIGHT of divine, sperm-spewing cockbeef slapping over her face and coating her from the bridge of her nose to the edge of her chin in a slimy coat of pre-cum and spittle, and she found herself immediately leaning in, HUNGERING for more juicy fuckmeat pushing into her guts and spitting out the words he demanded from her without a hint of a lie…

“You are an army woman right? You’re stronger than any amongst my royal guard, what’s your rank, whore?”

“SCHPLOOT~! Nghhhh…fuck, Squad 2 captain of the 13 court guards…”

“13 court guards? An entire military force up there? Heh, and one of their captains is on her knees like a needy black dicksleeve gargling down my dick. What are the strange magics you use?”

“SCHLORRRRRRSCHHHHHH~ Urghhhh, ғᴜᴄᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ɪs ʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴀᴍɴ ʙʀᴀɪɴ, I sᴡᴇᴀʀ...It’s called Reiryoku, you goddamn pig, ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡᶦᵉᵛᵉ ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵃˢˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᵇʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶦᵗ, ˢᵒᶦ⁻ᶠᵒⁿ'ˢ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ˡᶦᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒʷⁿ…”

“Herh, probably wondering why you’re such a docile little cumslut now, aren’t you? You’ve given me a lot of good info, ‘Captain’ Yoruichi. I’ll try and give you a little insight in return then, maybe if your brain’s anywhere near the size of that big black ass you’re hauling around back there, you’ll get it. Your brain’s getting rewired by every last dreg of my jizz that gets spilled into one of those holes…but you’re not gonna stop till you make me nut anyway, will you? You’re too goddamn proud not to.” Samocles grunted, his arms crossed as he smirked down at her, relishing the terror meshed with desire that shone through her gleaming eyes as she still went on lapping at the drooling piss-slit of his titanic cock, the seeds of an addiction several fractions less intense than Ishtar’s (but still burning through her willpower like almost nothing had before) had already been sown.

But, eventually, she dragged herself back with a thick, greasy POP~💕 of her lips, a whistle of air blowing through her maw as she panted audibly, staring down the barrel of his throbbing fuckbat before finally finding her strength to look at him with a churning bitterness in her heart.

“That’s your plan, isn’t it? Turning me against the Seireitei? Making me some fucking pet for you and this…this fat white slab of…fucking NASTINESS? ᴳᵒᵈ, ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ˢᵗᶦᶜᵏʸ, ᵍʳᵉᵃˢʸ, ᵒᵛᵉʳˢᶦᶻᵉᵈ ᶻᵃⁿᵖᵃᵏᵘᵗᵒ...ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ʷᵒʳˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᴷᵉⁿᵖᵃᶜʰᶦ'ˢ ˢʷᵒʳᵈ...making me your little spy to push into the Soul Society? Not a bad choice…but it’s going to fail.” Her hands began to gravitate to the length of his raging hard shaft, still clearly marveling at how its thickness totally dwarfed her softly stroking palms, a slimy, noisy echo of PHAP PHAP PHAPS~ spilling out into the air as she rose to her feet and licked at her lips while she leaned into him.

“I’ve got a little something up my sleeve…something I’m sure none of your silly little human whores have ever been able to throw at you. I’ll empty those heavy white jizztanks till they’re fucking aching…and you’re gonna take me back to the Soul Society and NEVER disturb the balance of realms again once it’s over.” 

The Pharaoh cocked his eyebrows with a questioning look of interest, showing her no ounce of worry at her bluff as he stepped up to her, his thick cockhead grazing just above her belly button with the monstrous size difference between them, while his wide, calloused palm swung down and SMACKED into one of the slick globes of sloshing, bountiful rear spank-padding of her ass.

“Oh, fucking try me. I’ve been dying for a challenge for years…I doubt an inferior black bitch who’s done a better job sucking my cock than facing me in battle, and that’s not a compliment…could live up to that promise. Now put your fucking money where your mouth is already and show me.”

—

HOURS later, the violet-haired vixen’s mind was all but a slurry of gooey mush, her mind overtaken by the adverse effects of her last desperate bid to make good on her promise. Her Thunder God form made her even more vibrant and enchanting, the traces of crackling lightning that adorned her long legs and slender arms somehow further accentuating her in all her fertile glory, her brain fully given into the mad feline instinct this form allowed her while she skewered herself atop his cock in a pathetic breeding frenzy.

For as small as she was compared to him, even Samocles could admit that Yoruichi was gorgeously thick for a woman not yet formed to his…specifications yet, and the sight of her phat, globular asscheeks, contrasting so distinctly against the tautly muscled frame of a woman who’d known nothing but battle and victory, PLAPPING ruthlessly off his cock as he groaned at her ministrations was certainly a more…worthwhile performance than anything she’d delivered him beforehand.

“Mreeooooooowwghhhh~ shoooooo much, c-can’t take it, pleashhhhhhheeeee~💞💞💖”

And yet, even as Samocles’ gurgling nuts throbbed and pulsed against Yoruichi’s pussy, bucking madly as she dribbled her asscheeks over his lap and cooed at how his thick, greedy hands reached out and fearlessly grabbed the sparkling lightning tail sprouting from the small of her back to control her movements, it was clear that her final gamble had failed even more spectacularly.

Her expectations that her Thunder God form could effortlessly milk out a thick, greasy cumwad from the mad king’s powerful pussy-wrecker and leave her with minimal damage to her already animalistic mind might have very well worked on any other mortal she’d attempted it on…but once again, he had proven his worthiness of the many titles he’d gained, plowing her into orgasm after orgasm as her tight little slut-cunt was absolutely RUINED upon the mass of his hefty studmeat. Now, he barely had to do much at all, the brainless bitch seemed to have borderline imprinted on him from the overload of pleasure discharging through its inferior mind all at once, Sam merely leaned on the rich earth of the pyramid’s inner surface, his cock sheathed in a heavenly overflow of warm, slick fuckmeat like no man had ever been graced with before, every-so-often smacking at her bubbly brown asscheeks until he finally saw fit to reign it in.

“Yeah…I think it’s about time we gave you what you really need…” He grumbled, his arms splaying out and swooping over her legs, securing his palms behind Yoruichi’s head and folding her into a juicy chocolate fuck-pretzel as he stood, the surging mass of his cock denting through her flesh as she watched it buck through her in awe and nearly came at the sheer eroticism of that sordid sight alone.

“You’re fucking MINE, GOT THAT? YOU STUPID LITTLE FAT-ASSED KITTY BITCH? FORGET ABOUT THE SOUL SOCIETY, FORGET ABOUT YOUR STUPID FUCKING ATTENDANT, I’M YOUR FUCKING KING NOW, AND IF YOU WANT THIS LOAD IN YOUR CUNT, YOU’RE GONNA FUCKING SAY IT!” His words were loud, thundering, and assertive in a way even Genryusai’s ages old vocal chords couldn’t convey, with that, and every last word being coupled with the rumbling inner impact of dozens upon dozens of cunt rattling plap-ruts into her pussy scrambling her ovaries open as she watched her pussy get resized in real time? It was only natural that Yoruichi’s heart would falter, doubly so when her radically degraded brain was given such a simple, spellbinding command that her newly minted, white-owned fuckbunny persona could only hope to obey without a single thought in her skull.

“MROUGHHHHHHHHHH~ KING~!!! PLEASEEEEEPLEASEPLEASHHHHHHH BREED KITTY’S CUNT KING~!!!💞💕💕💔 I WANNA BE SHOOOOO MESSY WITH ALL THAT HOT STICKY STUFF IN ME, GIVE IT TO ME, KING~!!!!”

In a single, earth-rattling SLAM that sent gusts of sand willowing about far beyond the foundations of the pyramid the pair were confined in, Samocles pinned his cock into Yoruichi’s depths, veins tracing the ridge of his furrowed brow and scrunched up forehead, the agonizing moment of tension in the interim between his final, brain-breaking thrust to cement his complete dominance and the burst of his foul, heavy, colonizing conqueror-cum spewing into her pussy felt agonizingly long…only to suddenly happen all at once as his bassy growl thundered all throughout the sandy plains.

In an instant, the bulge of his dick through Yoruichi’s torso expanded out into a gravid, sperm-stuffed preggo-belly, her womb expanding beyond all reasonable proportions through the weight of his sloshing seed being PUMPED into her at a brutally rapid pace. She could only barely keep up through her inhuman constitution as her body faced a distortion that it would truly never come back from, her eyes swirling madly as her open tongue slurred her words of blissful brokenness, drooling over herself like a whore and sputtering broken words Samocles could barely comprehend as he continued to use her as a lightweight cum-receptacle.

“Aᴜɢʜʜʜʜʜ...sʜᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ ᴄᴜɴᴛ. I ʟᴜʜᴠᴠᴠᴠᴠᴠ ɪᴛ, ʟᴜʜᴠᴠᴠᴠ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ...ᴍʜʜᴍᴍᴍᴍᴍ, ʀᴜɴᴛs ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴛᴇɴ...ɴᴏ...ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ, ɴɢʜʜʜʜ, ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴍᴏᴀʀʀʀʀʀʀʀʀ~💔💖💖”

—

“Hmmm…it’s funny, the last time I was in the human realm, I remember finding the fashion of your rulers so overdone and tasteless, but this…I might get used to this…” Yoruichi mumbled aloud to herself, her body was poised up against the armrest of Samocles’ towering throne, her waist adorned with the same golden beads that held together rich purple silk flaps to preserve some meager sense of modesty that Ishtar was so fond of, her hair grown out and done into a fine, long ponytail that gave the Pharaoh easy access to nuzzle her into his sturdy thigh. Her tits were nearly bursting out from the gold patterned strap of fabric that served as a “bra” for her, the metallic clink of fine golden jewelry meant to outfit only the most prized royal concubines filled the room with her every move, making Ishtar and Meghaera quiver at the foot of the throne as they watched, twin gazes of jealousy and horror taking over them as they saw for themselves the fruits of his newest conquest.

“M-my king…might I ask why this…this Soul reaper slut is at your throne’s side rather than I? I will never question your judgment, but…”

“To ask is to question, Ishtar. Humble yourself…this Soul Reaper has earned my favor, do not forget, even as a Queen, your station is below that of mine.” Sam grumbled, a wide smirk on Yoruichi’s face meeting the Queen’s, her tongue dipping out as she winked to the woman, sending her barely bottled rage frothing within her like a powder keg about to be lit.

“Meghaera…thank you for your co-operation, I’m sure it was…difficult for you, but you have paved the way to my greatest victory, for that, I must indeed reward you…but first, I must have you work with dear Yoruichi here, I want to learn all about the Soul Society before my conquest begins…and especially if there exist more…allies like her I might rely on.” Sam went on to announce, his powerful tone sending cold sweat dribbling over her forehead, his stare made her heart clench as she fidgeted with her hands, knowing there was no chance of denying him now.

“Samocles…king of earth and the land of the spirits? May the Gods help us all…if they don’t end up stomped beneath his boot as well…”