Divine Succession - Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Divine Succession - Chapter 01

... never going to end,” The first girl moaned into his mouth. David came quickly, in what was the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced. To his surprise, his cock didn’t soften afterwards, and he still felt ready for more, which the girls gave to him. The two girls swapped roles occasionally, but he never went more than a second or so without a mouth on his cock. Every orgasm he had was longer and more pleasurable than the last, giving him more pleasure with each shot of cum than the total sum of every orgasm he’d ever experienced on Earth. The girls sucked David to dozens of orgasms, more than he bothered to count, before they laid him down on the grass, which felt softer and more comfortable than anything he’d ever laid on. “Why did you stop?” David asked. “Why, so we could fuck you of course,” the second girl giggled, before kissing him. The first girl then climbed on top of him, and started riding his cock. This felt even more incredible than the blowjobs had, the girl’s pussy feeling as though it had been crafted specifically for his penis, as it caressed every single nook and cranny on it. He could definitely get used to this, he decided. ------------------------------- Amia was woken up the next morning by the feeling of her husband Achré moving out from their tight embrace, which involved having their wings wrapped around one-another. Amia instinctively started to get up too, before Achré stopped her. “And where do you think you’re going?” He asked her. “I’m ...

... getting up for work?” She replied. “Oh no you’re not. God gave you the day off, so you’re taking the day off.” “Achré, I’ve got so much to catch up on, I can’t afford to take a day off.” “Amia, babe, you’re overworked,” Achré said, before kissing her. “Get some rest. You deserve it.” “Oh fine, if you insist,” Amia relented. “But I’m blaming you if the universe explodes while I’m laid here.” “I’m sure the universe will be fine. Now I’m gonna go shower and head to work. Those sinners won’t torture themselves.” “Fine, I’m just going to lay here and try to go back to sleep, despite every fibre of my being telling me it’s time to get up for work.” “You do that. Love you.” “Love you too.” Achré was the archangel in charge of Hell. His job involved making sure that everything in Hell went to plan, with everyone receiving the punishment they deserved. He loved his job, probably more so than Amia loved hers, but even he wasn’t this reluctant to take a day off. After Achré had left for work, Amia laid there trying to go back to sleep, but she just couldn’t manage it. Eventually she just decided to give up. She got out of bed, put on her angelic robes, and went to her study to work on the list of candidates that God had requested. This was always a long an arduous process, sorting through quintillions upon quintillions of candidates to find a list of people she believed would be suited to become the next God. There had been enough bad ones in the past that Amia was keen to ensure this new one ...