Chapter 301 - Embraced By Heaven (2/2)

Death, War and Pestilence couldn't help but be turned on.

Although Laz was focusing on the faces Famine was making and the hot, wet sensation ȧssaulting his senses, Laz noticed the girls looking on in envy at Famine getting to make her dream come true first. He didn't want to disappoint their first time.

Reaching up with both hands, Laz actually lifted Death up off the bed from where she was still laying next to him and set her right down on his face. He then proceeded to lick at her heal and hairless love hole, making sure to pay extra attention to the pale pink nub at the top.

Death, surprised, tried to remove herself from Laz's control until the feeling of melting hit her and she let out a gentle and sėxy mȯȧn, a sharp contrast from the loud and energetic mȯȧns Famine was letting out.

Death's hesitation vanished quickly under Laz's expert technique as she even began to pinch her nɨppŀės while pulling them hard, enjoying the pleasurable pain such an action brought.

Seeing their sister Death being able to enjoy herself, War and Pestilence felt a little left out until they noticed Laz's hands beckoning to them to come closer. Sliding onto the bed without understanding his intention, they kept moving closer and closer to Laz's hands until their legs were right next to them. With one smooth motion, Laz dragged them the rest of the way, almost causing the shocked girls to fall over. Their reactions of trying to balance caused them to lunge forward enough where they were on all fours, their faces almost touching Death's arms while straddling Laz's arms. Laz then reached up and sunk his middle finger into both War and Pestilence's wet heart cave.

Both girls felt a shudder go down their spines. They wanted to move away, but at some point Death had noticed what Laz was doing and wrapped both of their heads in a head lock with her arms, causing them to be unable to move away. Laz then began the process of fingering, teasing and stretching their little holes enough until he could get two fingers in before he really started going at it.

Like this, the four girls proceeded to fuċk and be fuċkėd by Laz for almost ten minutes before the four sisters erupted into a climax, almost as if on cue with each other.

Death and Famine had the hardest ȯrġȧsms while the ones felt by War and Pestilence were a little milder, but enjoyable. Either way, Death and Famine well to the sides while trying to catch their breaths, freeing up the two seats for War and Pestilence.

After a surprising game of rock, paper, scissors, War won Laz's meat stick while Pestilence had to settle for his face.

No one even bother to ask for his opinion.

Like a perverted game of musical chairs, the girls took turns at the four stations, after helping each other mount Laz's member. Although Famine's initial ride was a hard one to start, after having been turned on and producing some lubricating honey, the following girls had a much easier time.

When it finally came time for Pestilence to dance on Laz's disco stick, the girls had each enjoyed multiple ȯrġȧsms of differing strengths, causing them to calm down a little bit. They weren't used to this normally after all and needed a break.

Due to this, Pestilence was the only one to enjoy Laz at this moment while the girls cuddled in close to Laz, feeling content with his body heat while the smell of sėx hung heavy over the room. Even though she was performing solo, Pestilence didn't let that bother her in the slightest as she thrusted hard back and forth, harder than any of the other girls did before her. After having three rounds of foreplay, she was more than ready for the main event.

Having his eyesight clear, Laz couldn't help but watch Pestilence while hold War and Death in each arm as Famine was actually cradled around his head in the way that a cat would. Although Pestilences manic thrusting caused Laz to move back and forth, no one seemed to mind.

Just as Pestilence was nearing an ultimate climax, Laz could feel the energy in his system rising too as the pressure had built to a boiling point thanks to the three women who came before. The moment Pestilence's legs clamped together, Laz's waist shot up in response, releasing load after load inside of her while she couldn't help but squirt all over the place, covering everyone in a surprise bath. It was only now that the other sisters understood that they hadn't rode hard enough for the big ȯrġȧsm and they would need to try harder next time.

”What's that?” Laz said with a weak voice, noticing the slave mark on Pestilence's ċhėst glowing a bit.

Suddenly, both Laz and Pestilence felt a wave of energy hit themselves, causing their bodies to glow briefly. Laz's didn't last long before it disappeared while Pestilence, went on for several minutes before fading.

”What”

”Was”

”That?” The other three asked, looking on.

Pestilence, out of breath and unable to even open her eyes, wasn't able to respond with more than a few mȯȧns and grunts.

”That's possible?” The girls asked at once and turned to Laz.

”What?”

”Sister said she had been infused with a bit of your energy, causing her realm to almost advance. Is that possible?”

Laz had forgotten about this. The energy exchange during sėx would definitly cause this to happen. The strange thing was that Laz felt like if he wanted to, he could make it a one way street and just drain Pestilence dry while giving her nothing in return.

'This must be one of the benefits of the slave mark. I can use them and choose to give nothing back, or I can give back as much as I want. How interesting. I guess I really am the one in charge here,' Laz thought to himself after checking out his energy source and finding no issues. After a moment of thought though, Laz understood how domineering this mark could be if it was used in the wrong way and swore.

'If someone with evil intentions got this thing.... Guess I am not sharing anything about this. I should tell the girls too,'

Just as Laz was going to say something though, he noticed he was being eyed again.

'Oh shit... don't tell me they all want....'

Laz didn't even need to finish that thought as Famine once more mounted his still stiff staff and this time, rode it like a she demon.