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 TITLE: Passion
PART: 37 of 42
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF+ piv size cons rom fant preg oral fellatio cunnilingus
impreg inc
SUMMARY: Alexander is trapped in the underworld...  or is he?
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   For a season, Alexander was gone from the world of women, and girls
everywhere pined for him, lusting for the man they all loved.  The
goddesses heard their lusty sighs, and Ishtar, goddess of wine, whose
handmaidens were the maenads, took it upon herself to discover the Man's
location.
   He walked to the west, the thoughts of the queendoms told her.
   He entered the twilit wood, the sylphs whispered.
   He never came out, the pixies cheeped.
   And so Ishtar followed, into the twilit wood that led to the domain of
her fellow goddess.  In a land of beauties, Ishtar was a beauty above many
of the rest.  She had a bubble butt and big round boobs almost the size of
her head.  Her hair was long, straight, and black, falling to nearly her
ankles, with the occasional plait and grapevine garlanding her head; her
eyes were slanted and just barely darkened with kohl.  Her skin was oiled
and golden, gleaming in the light, begging to be fondled.
   Where she walked, grapevines spontaneously sprouted as she passed, ripe
almost to bursting, and ready to shower forth wine at the slightest touch.
But as she passed into the twilit wood, fewer grapes sprouted, until at
last, as she emerged from the wood to stand before the river beneath a
starlit sky, no vines followed her.  This was Ereshkigal's domain, not
hers.
   Her nipples were hard and wet, covered with the drool of the drunken
pixies who had suckled upon her as she walked through the wood.  They
stayed hard as the goddess gazed upon the sirens.  Lounging on the far side
of the river, these pregnant sirens sang songs of lust and passion, more
lovely and desirous than before, for now they knew the love of Alexander.
   Ishtar crossed the river, walking along the surface of the water, which
rippled gently beneath her feet, and commanded of the sirens, "Let me
pass."
   "Even a goddess may not enter our mistress' domain without invitation,"
they said sultrily, gazing at her with clear lust in their faces.  Ishtar
couldn't deny that seeing their pregnant bodies, bred by a Man whom once
she had known, was incredibly hot, and juice trickled from her pussy,
running in a rivulet down her inner thigh.
   "Then taste the pleasures of a goddess you do not know," the deity
invited them, and the sirens surrounded her, groping and caressing her
skin, eliciting lusty sighs from her.  Gently they pushed her to the
ground, and two sirens suckled upon her nipples, whilst another buried her
face in Ishtar's hot dripping cleft, and a fourth siren sat upon her face.
Ishtar moaned lewdly, licking the pregnant pussy of the siren atop her;
pregnant pussy juice tasted so good!
   As Ishtar and the sirens pleasured each other, the sirens gradually grew
drunken and more wanton, for the goddess' tits gave forth her wine.  The
pregnant girls' moans became slurred, and their pleasure heightened.  One
siren could take it no longer, and began tribbing her preggo pussy into the
goddess' cunt, and both women cried out in pleasure as they cummed on each
other.
   At last all the sirens were in a drunken, blissed-out stupor.  Ishtar
herself was gasping, her gorgeous tits heaving, for she had shuddered in
several orgasms herself, and she got to her feet on trembling legs. 
Leaving the pregnant sirens behind, she ventured into the underworld, and
quickly came to Ereshkigal's palace.  She found the dark-skinned goddess,
along with two of her favored consorts - Persephone and Semiramis - in the
same bubbling pool, but all three now were heavily pregnant, and Ereshkigal
moaned as her two lovers suckled her lactating jugs.
   "Sister," Ishtar said reproachfully, "you have stolen away Alexander for
yourself and your realm, when he belongs to all womankind, and all
womankind belong to him.  You have won for yourself many more consorts
beside in the last season, all seeking to fuck the Man whom you hoard
here."
   "Sister," Ereshkigal greeted her in kind, standing up out of the pool,
water streaming down her chocolate-toned flesh.  "Let us greet each other
as befits sisters, and then we may discuss the Man whom we both love."
   They stepped towards each other, wine goddess and pregnant underworld
goddess, and embraced, moaning as their hard wet nipples scraped against
each other.  Ishtar pressed a kiss of fierce lust to her fellow goddess'
mouth, and Ereshkigal responded in kind, sucking Ishtar's tongue as she
slipped it into her mouth.
   Semiramis and Persephone came over, each embracing one of the goddesses
from behind, rubbing her boobs against a deity's luscious back, and each
slipping a finger into a goddess' hot tight slippery cunt.  Ishtar and
Ereshkigal both cried out in bliss, groaning gutturally into each other's
mouths, as the two mortal consorts stroked and fondled their twats.
   They cummed several times, frenching each other all the while, Ishtar's
tits leaking wine, Ereshkigal's pregnant boobs leaking milk.  As they
finally settled, gasping and still sucking on each other's tongues, Ishtar
murmured - her voice muffled by Ereshkigal's tongue in her mouth - "Sister,
you must free the Man we all love."
   Ereshkigal pulled back from the kiss, though they still embraced, boobs
smooshing into one another's.  "Very well, sister, as you say." She
appeared to think for a moment, then slyly added, "On one condition will I
free him: so long as he has not tasted of the fruit of my domain, not so
much as a pomegranate, then will I release him."
   She released Ishtar then, and led her between bronze pillars to a
garden. A single tree grew amidst dark purple and blue flowers. 
Pomegranates sprouted from its branches.  In the flowers and grass beneath
the tree, lay Alexander on his back.  His magnificent pole towered to the
sky in a curved, veiny shaft of cockmeat, and was wet the with the juices
of pixies embracing his dragon dick and rubbing their boobs and and pussies
upon it.
   Sitting on his face, her waist steadied by Alexander's strong broad
hands as he lovingly ate her out, was the dryad of the pomegranate tree. 
Ishtar's eyes widened, and Ereshkigal smiled in triumph.  "It seems he has
partaken of the fruit," she said, and her voice was husky, for both she and
Ishtar were highly turned on from watching the lusty virile Man fuck pixies
and dryad.
   The dryad cried out in bliss, intense paroxysms of ecstasy contorting
her face as she creamed all over his face, and the pixies' orgasmic
cheeping joined her.  Then finally Alexander's bloated cum factories
tightened, and squirted thick creamy lust up his huge bulging cock to
geyser out phenomenally high into the starlit sky.  His Man-jizz fairly
glowed in the starlight, and wherever it landed, flowers and saplings
sprouted in new lush growth.
   "You of course may pleasure yourself with him before you leave,"
Ereshkigal smirked, but was surprised to see a knowing smile on Ishtar's
face.
   "Such passion he has," the goddess of wine observed.  "More passion than
all of forever.  You cannot contain him.  Enjoy your consort while he
remains so, Sister." So saying, she kissed the dark-skinned goddess fully
on the mouth, then went to Alexander.  The pixies flew aside for Ishtar to
lick and nuzzle that glorious cockmeat.
   He moaned, feeling a new woman fondling and licking him, one he could
not see, for the pomegranate dryad still sat astride his face, drenching
him in sweet dew.  Ishtar worshipped his cock, lavishing his scepter with
her drool, till his shaft was coated and dripping, and then she gave him
head, sucking his fat knob into her mouth.  Ishtar pushed her face down
until she swallowed his thick long log down her throat, and glucked her
throat muscles around it eagerly.  His cock tasted just as good as she
remembered - better than her maenad wine, better even than Lilith's
summerwine!  His sweat, his musk, his precum, it was all ambrosial.
   Her eyes crossed with the pleasure as his enormous cock throbbed and
jerked erratically inside her throat, and she moaned lewdly, slobber
dripping from her lips and pooling in his crotch curls as she sucked him
off.  The goddess cummed so quickly and suddenly it almost surprised her,
just from blowing his amazing cock, and shivered violently in the throes of
her orgasm.
   "UNNGGGHH!" Alexander roared within the dryad's juicy cunt, and his
balls burst, unloading jets of jizz inside Ishtar's throat.  He dumped load
after thick hot creamy load of his ball batter inside the goddess' thirsty
throat, and she kept blowing him again and again, craving his seed, utterly
drunken with ectasy as only a wine goddess could be.
   And then she mounted him, riding his huge shlong and fucking herself
madly on it, juicing wantonly as Alexander filled her womb with his potent
cockslop, breeding her thoroughly.  When Ishtar finally departed
Ereshkigal's domain, the underworld, she was covered in sweat, juices, and
jizz, and staggering on unsteady legs.  She managed one final smirk at
Ereshkigal however.
   Ishtar had spoken true.  Confined to the underworld, Alexander's passion
burst free.  At first it was flowers growing wherever his cum fell.  Then
it was flowers and grapevines growing upon the ground wherever he fucked.
After that, places where Alexander spent the most time began spontaneously
sprouting lush foliage and greenery; Ereshkigal's palace was covered in it.
   These weren't the dark purples and blues and deep greens that
characterized the underworld.  These were bright bold colors, such as
suited the lands of womankind beyond the underworld - pinks and reds and
yellows and oranges, bright azures and violets, glimmering whites and
silvers, bold greens.  Fruit began sprouting and ripening spontaneously as
he passed, flowers formed under his feet where he walked.  When he fucked a
girl, any girl, all nearby girls juiced as well.
   Where he passed, girls professed undying love and passion, not only for
him, but for each other.  Lesbian couples and trios - and sometimes more -
formed romantic liaisons, though they still loved Alexander - and his
glorious dick - above all others.  The underworld nymphs, so long in a
stupor within Ereshkigal's starlit realm, rose up with new energy; sylphs
laughed as they flew overhead, dryads cartwheeled around the forests,
naiads sang in sweet burbling voices.
   And all the while, Alexander fucked and loved Ereshkigal and her many
consorts, for all who lived in the underworld, all who had been drawn there
by the dark-skinned goddess, were her consorts.  He hammered pussies and
filled tummies with his jizz as life and light and laughter all surrounded
him.  Even his skin seemed to glimmer slightly, as if to make up for the
lack of a sun or moon.
   And at last, after Alexander had spent another season within the
underworld, Ereshkigal could deny his uninhibited passion no longer.  As
she lay beneath him, her largely pregnant belly sliding erotically along
his chiseled abs, he pummeled her tight, horny, slick pussy with his giant
cock.  She cried out in delight, juicing all around his pistoning
piledriver as he relentlessly fucked her.  His ragged breathing filled her
ears, as all around them pixies - with wings of many bright colors now -
drifted about in erratic orbits, for they too were juicing just from being
in the presence of Alexander's unleashed passion as he fucked.
   As he pumped his massive load of white seed inside the dark-skinned
goddess' womb, Ereshkigal screamed out her ecstasy one final time, then
fell limp beneath him, her limbs twitching about of their own accord as
Alexander emptied his obese nuts inside her.  "Oh Alexander..." she moaned
into his ear, listening blissfully to his harsh pants in her own ear as he
caught his breath.  "Now I see that Ishtar spoke true.  Your passion... 
how could I not remember?  Just as it was in the beginning times, it is far
too great to be confined.  You are free.  But you did not need me to free
you, for truthfully you were free all along."
   Alexander kissed her gently, deeply, passionately, and then made sweet
tender love to her.  Not the frenzied fucking they had just done, but a
slow soulful joining of their hearts and bodies.  When finally she lay
sleeping in his arms, her pussy leaking her own juices and his jizz,
Alexander kissed the goddess' dark brow in farewell, and stood up.
   Standing before him were the three fates: Dream the brunette, Desire the
redhead, and Destiny the blonde.  They were heavily pregnant, bearing his
babes within their wombs, and their huge globular tits leaked milk in
constant drizzles.  They spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping
each other in an almost musical chorus.
   "Your passion has awakened and called us to you.  For though the Lady
our Goddess Auria made us for herself, yet none can resist your pull." They
came to him, surrounding him, fondling him, caressing him, as his cock
slowly rose, lengthened, and thickened once more.  "What would you have of
us, Man whom we love?"
   Alexander groaned gutturally, precum leaking copiously from his cumslit.
"To the beginning," he said, his voice thick with pleasure.  Three hands
wrapped around his gigantic dickmeat then, and stroked him off, until he
was spunking, blasting jets of jizz high into the air and far away in great
thick arcs.  He lost awareness of his surroundings then, only knowing the
sheer euphoria of soft womanly flesh upon his, hands milking his shaft as
he cummed and cummed and cummed...
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