Chapter 301 - Embraced By Heaven (1/2)

This wasn't Laz's first rodeo... or his second. Still, the fact that he had four very sėxy identical sisters wanting him at the same was definitely a new one for him. Thinking about it, Laz didn't know if he would be able to handle this situation while he was at one hundred percent, much less right now when he felt like he was feeling drained.

Don't take it the wrong way, Laz could get up, walk around and do normal like things. But to pŀėȧsurė four foundation realm girls at the same time to the point where everyone was satisfied?

Probably not.

Was it a shot to his ego to admit this?

Oh yeah.

But then again, it looked like he wasn't going to be given a choice. Besides which, despite his tired feeling self, the blood flow to his manhood was still going strong so there wasn't an issue there. And Laz knew that he wasn't going to be able to get the girls to calm down anyway. He had experienced that once before, back when his blood was much less powerful than before. The girls needed release and he wasn't sure he could get away anyway.

Not that he was really going to try. He would be lying if he were to say this wasn't tempting or he wasn't turned on.

Perhaps it was because their bodies had basically just grown new skin and shed away the scar tissue, but they were absolutely flawless and sėxy. The scarred skin from before was uneven, with bumps, jagged bits of flesh, rock hard areas of scabs and tiny hairs that grew up in several random places. They might have tried their hardest to keep it as nice as possible, but sometimes after doing something for so long and not seeing any results, they weren't as thorough as they once were.

But now, their white skin was cool to the touch and their bodies, besides their faces, had become completely hairless. And the wanted Laz to feel them as much as they felt him... or each other.

Yes, they girls would constantly touch not only themselves, but also each other, as though afraid that their eyes were deceiving them. They had always been almost unhealthily close with each other, knowing they only had each other to rely on, so to the Ivy's sisters, this seemed natural.

To Laz... this was a wicked turn on.

After a few minutes of the girls playing with Laz and each other, Laz 'reluctantly' decided to do his best and tried to slide upwards on the bed, to allow himself to sit up at least as opposed to laying down flat.

But he was stopped right away.

Instead, he was pulled down flat by the sisters as they finally started focusing on him, or to be more exact, his now raging meat stick.

”As the eldest, I will go first,” Death called dibs.

”You're the eldest by like seconds,” Pestilence shot back.

”And even then, this is just what we were told,” War added.

Strangely, Famine didn't add anything. While the girls looked at each other and went back and forth, Famine had some how managed to end up on top of Laz's waist. Just as the other three sisters noticed, she had already squatted down on to impale herself on Laz's holy sword.

Or at least, that was the idea.

”It's... so.... damn....” Famine did know what she was doing, but she had never done it before. Seeing her already taking the lead, Death, Pestilence and War could only sigh and came forward to help.

Death took the lead to slide Laz's member out from under Famine before suddenly ŀɨċkɨnġ it all around the tip. She made sure that it was completely covered in her glistening saliva before bring it back to Famine's love hole. War and Pestilence supported her on the sides, grabbing her hands to hold her steady since due to Laz's size, she was half standing, half squatting. Death then proceeded to whack Famine a bit with it and then rubbing her entrance.

These actions had the dėsɨrėd effect, causing several small droplets of juice to slide down her legs. Once Death judged her ready, she moved Laz's meat into position, right at the base of her smooth, pink lips.

Watching all of this happen, Laz couldn't help but wonder, briefly, if he was just being treated as an object? Not that he was going to complain though and then that thought went flying from his head as he felt his other head begin to squeeze into the tiny yet hot honey pot of Famine's.

It was a slow process considering the circumstances. War and Pestilence were helping steady her so she could focus on the dead. Death, who's job had finished, crawled up on the bed, allowing Laz to wrap an arm around her tiny waist and pull her close.

”Sorry master. She's, like all of us, technically a vɨrġɨn. No man has ever been inside of this hole of hers before. It will take a moment.”

”Are you sure she's ok? And the rest of you?” Laz asked.

Death slide up closer to Laz, he lips right against his ear.

”We want this master. Ever since we had been branded as young girls, we always dreamed of one day having sėx with our beloved, no matter who he might be. That's why this room came to be. We needed to have a dream, to give us hope. Even once we were free of our old owners influence and were able to see a doctor, they said the damage was too extreme. They could open it up and even remake it with skin graphs, but we would never feel a thing from it since all the nerves were destroyed. And even then, the amount of money it would cost for all four of us to undergo the surgery... well... we could never decide which of us would go first. And then you came along... You gave us this. So what if we will be bound to you for life. You made us whole again,” Death said, almost with tears in her eyes. She was saying this to Laz so that he could understand without letting the others know he knew. This would be their secret.

”Hmm... Damn...” Even while whispering, Death was nibbling Laz's ear. That felt good enough, but Famine had just adapted enough to start taking every inch of Laz in. It might have been way to much for them considering their size if they were normal, but they were already in the foundation realm and their bodies were many times tougher than a normal human.

Pretty soon, Famine had managed to get enough in where her knees were rest on the bed. Pestilence, War and Death all couldn't help but be shocked, seeing the protrusion in Famine's stomach, a clear sign of just how deep Laz was.

After a few deep breaths and a moment or two to adjust, Famine started moving her hɨps, back and forth, causing Laz's rod to pound every inch of her insides and trust against her stomach.