Saviors of Mythoros: Flames of Forbidden Hunger
Deep in the shadowed heart of Mythoros, where ancient magics pulsed like hidden veins beneath the earth, young Kai Voss stirred from a fevered sleep. Sweat slicked his skin, making the fine linens of his grand canopy bed cling like a lover’s desperate grasp. The air hung heavy with jasmine incense and the faint, salty tang of his own denied lust. His mother, Elara, knelt beside him, her golden waves cascading over bare shoulders, those sapphire eyes locked on the monstrous ridge tenting the sheets.
She’d slipped into his chambers unannounced, as always during this torturous moon cycle. “My fierce little storm,” she purred, voice a velvet rasp that scraped right against his throbbing core. Her fingers danced under the fabric, wrapping around his shaft—now a brutal nine inches of veined fury, swollen from weeks of ironclad denial. The girth strained her palm; she could barely circle it fully. Precum oozed in thick ropes, and she milked it slow, deliberate, thumb swirling the plum-sized head until it wept like a fountain denied its spill.
Kai groaned, hips bucking involuntarily. Touch like molten silk, burning without mercy. The scent of her arousal bloomed—musky amber and wild rose—mixing with his own musk, turning the pavilion thick as a steam bath. Outside, the family estate’s enchanted gardens whispered with night winds, fireflies dancing like lewd stars.
“Twenty-nine days, Kai,” Elara breathed, nails grazing the bulging sack heavy with pent-up seed. “Your balls ache like overripe fruit, don’t they? So full, so ready to flood.” She pumped once, firm, twisting at the crown, then released with a wicked pop. His cock slapped wet against his abs, leaving a shiny trail. 🔥
He panted, fists twisting the sheets. “Mom… gods, it’s killing me.” His voice cracked, raw. She’d changed everything since his eighteenth winter—shedding robes for gossamer veils that hid nothing. Her body was a feast: porcelain skin glowing under lantern light, tits like swollen moons, pink nipples fat and begging. Wide hips curved into thunder thighs, and between them, a trimmed golden thicket guarding her swollen pearl.
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Chapter 2: Echoes from the Veil
Hours earlier, in the dream-realm’s swirling mists—violet storms churning like ejaculate in a storm—Kai had chased phantoms. Not his mother vanishing, no. This time, it was a chorus of voices, the Nine Guardians calling him to trials of flesh and fire. But then she came: Grandmother Mira, materializing nude from emerald fog. Her raven locks flowed wild to her ass, emerald eyes piercing like daggers of desire. Body honed by centuries—pert D-cups defying gravity, nipples like chocolate buds, a landing strip of black curls framing puffy lips that glistened eternally.
“Grandson,” she’d cooed, stepping close enough for him to taste her cinnamon breath. “The visions test your steel. Elara slumbers safe, but the Guardians demand your essence pure.” Her hand had claimed his dick then, stroking with expert cruelty—up from the hairy root, foreskin peeling back to bare the angry red helmet, veins popping like rivers in flood.
Kai had thrust into her fist, moaning. “Grams… feels too good.” She’d laughed, low and filthy, slapping his meat until it bobbed, purple head flaring. Precum flew in arcs, splattering her thigh. The dream-air hummed with her pussy’s wet smack as she fingered herself idly, juices dripping audible—plink, plink on ethereal stone.
“Hold it, boy. Tomorrow’s your rite. Abstain, and your cock will birth empires.” She’d ground her tits against him, hard nubs dragging his chest hair, then vanished with a kiss that tasted of forbidden honey. Kai woke hard as iron, only for Elara’s real touch to eclipse it.
Teasing Whispers
Back in the pavilion, Elara’s tongue flicked out, tracing her crimson lips. “Tell me of the dream, lovebug.” She straddled his thigh, grinding her sopping slit along the muscle—hot, slick friction leaving a wet stripe. Kai’s nose filled with her tangy nectar, sharp as fresh lemons laced with sin.
“Grandma… she gripped me, edged me ruthless.” His confession spilled as she resumed her torment, two hands now—squeezing base while the other polished the tip like a whore’s shine. His balls drew tight, cum churning audibly inside, but she knew the spells: release blocked until dawn’s ritual.
“Mmm, Mira’s always been a cock-tease queen. Like mother, like daughter.” Elara leaned down, breath fanning his slit-eye. “Bet she didn’t do this.” Her tongue lashed out—flat, broad swipe from balls to pisshole, savoring the salty flood. Kai roared, back arching, but she pulled away, lips glistening. 💋
“Fuck, Mom! Let me cum—please!” Crude, desperate. She slapped his thigh hard, red print blooming.
“No, stud. Save it for the Breeding Circle. Your seed will anoint the Nine.”
Chapter 3: Sisters’ Savage Ritual
Dawn crept in, painting the gardens gold. Kai’s sisters—Lena and Suri—burst through silk curtains, giggling like demons. Twins, both twenty-two, lithe predators with fiery copper hair, freckled skin, and asses like ripe peaches. They wore nothing but thigh garters strung with glowing runes, cunts bare and already dewy.
“Morning edging, brother-dear!” Lena crowed, shoving Elara aside playfully. Suri pounced first, inhaling his cock like a drug—nostrils flaring at the pungent man-musk. “Gods, you reek of blue-balled heaven.”
They tag-teamed him mercilessly. Lena slurped his knob, throat bulging as she deepthroated half his length—gags wet and sloppy, spit ropes dangling to his sack. Suri licked his taint, tongue probing his asshole with shameless flicks, humming vibrations straight to his prostate.
“Tastes like victory,” Suri mumbled around his skin, fingers kneading his nuts like dough. Elara watched, fingering her own gash slow, clit engorged to thumb-size, peeking from its hood. The pavilion echoed with slurps, moans, flesh smacks—scent of pussy juice and ball-sweat choking the air.
Kai gripped the bedposts, veins corded in his neck. “Sis… your throat’s a vice… gonna blow!” Precum gushed like a hose; Lena swallowed greedily but popped off at the edge, denying him.
“Not yet, cum-factory.” She wiped her chin, grinning feral. New conflict brewed—whispers of rival wizards eyeing the family line. “Heard Thorne’s sniffing around the Guardians. Prove you’re the alpha seed, Kai.”
Elara nodded, eyes stormy. “Edgings thrice today. Build that load till it hurts divine.”
Garden Torment
They dragged him outside, to the dew-kissed orchids. Kneeling in the grass—cool blades tickling his knees—Suri rode his face reverse, smothering him in her juicy folds. “Eat it, bro! Tongue-fuck my hole!” Salty-sweet floods coated his chin as he lapped, nose buried in her crack.
Lena bounced on his pole—no penetration, just hotdogging between her globes, cockhead kissing her chin on upstrokes. “Feel that? My ass-cheeks milking your monster.” Build-up after build-up; his orgasm clawed at the gates, balls screaming, but rune-magic clamped it shut. Sweat stung his eyes, body quaking.
Chapter 4: Potion Bath of Agony
A new ordeal awaited: the family bathhouse, steam-shrouded cavern fed by hot springs laced with aphrodisiacs. Kai sank into the bubbling pool, potion turning water to liquid fire on his skin. His cock floated rigid, nine-plus inches now, head mushroom-flaring purple, veins like pythons.
Aunt Vesper joined—voluptuous shadow with jet curls, caramel skin, tits pendulous and leaking sweet milk from eternal youth rites. “Nephew’s grown a pussy-wrecker,” she growled, lathering soap over his chest, suds foaming down to grip his shaft.
She jerked him underwater—bubbles erupting around her fist, the pressure milking him ruthless. Touch underwater: slick, otherworldly, like velvet tentacles. “Cum for Aunty? No? Good boy.” Her free hand pinched his nipples, twisting till he yelped.
Elara and sisters piled in, a tangle of limbs. Lena scissored against his thigh, clit grinding frantic. Suri sucked his toes while Vesper edged. Elara whispered filth: “Imagine tomorrow—plowing the Nine, your cum painting their wombs white. But first, suffer sweet.”
Sensory overload: steam’s mineral bite on tongue, tits slapping wet, moans bouncing off mosaic walls tiled with rutting god carvings. Kai thrashed, “Auntie… your grip’s destroying me!” Precum clouded the water milky.
Rival’s Shadow
Conflict peaked when a raven arrived—Thorne’s seal. “The pretender challenges your claim,” Elara read aloud, her face hardening. “He boasts longer denial. We’ll drown him in your superiority.”
Vesper laughed, plunging Kai’s cock between her tits for a soapy slide. “This beast buries him. Edge harder, girls!” Another near-explosion rocked him, vision whiting, but held—barely.
They toweled him rough, fabrics rasping sensitive skin, leaving him staggering, cock an angry beacon. 🔥
Chapter 5: Eve of the Anointing
Night fell heavy, pavilion aglow with floating orbs mimicking stars. Whole family gathered: Mira ported in, regal nude save jeweled piercings on her labia that clinked softly. “My seed-bearer,” she intoned, pulling Kai into a circle of women—Elara, sisters, aunts—a living altar of flesh.
The final edging: a symphony of hands, mouths, cunts grinding air near his tip. Mira’s pierced pearl dragged his length, cold metal shocking hot skin. “Feel the Nine calling? Their hungers match yours.”
Crude chorus rose: “Cum? No, beast! Hold! Pump that load bigger!” Lena spat on his head, Suri fingered his ass-prostate, Elara nursed his balls with warm sucks—tongue bathing wrinkled skin, inhaling deep the sweaty tang.
Kai bellowed, body convulsing. “I’m… fucking… dying… gonna paint you all!” Veins throbbed visible, cock swelling fatter, balls like fists churning endless ropes held back. Scents layered: pussy cocktail, sweat, precum brine. Tastes exploded—licks of every cunt offered, each unique: Mira’s smoky, Vesper’s creamy.
Mira’s eyes bored in. “Tomorrow, the circle. Breed the Guardians. Become Savior.” She kissed him deep, tongue fencing his, sharing flavors. Women chanted low, hands blurring on his pole—twist, stroke, slap, repeat. Edge after edge, builds stacking like towers to the sky.
As midnight tolled, they relented, leaving him wrecked on silk, cock pulsing untouched, leaking rivers. Elara curled against him, nipple in his palm. “Sleep, my conqueror. Dawn brings release.”
In the haze, Kai dreamed again—not fear, but triumph. Mythoros awaited his flood. 💋
