Moonbeam

Chapter 31 The Dirty Coven (Hecate, Circe, Medea)

Hecate. The goddess of the Mist, magic, necromancy and crossroads. Any extremely powerful and important goddess. She maintains the barrier between the mortal world and the godly world. If she were to let the veil fall... who knows what kind of damage would be done.

Hecate has pale skin, piercing green eyes and long black hair, pulled tightly up into a high ponytail. She had ample c-cups along with a small but jiggly ass.

Hecate had brought two of her daughters, Circe and Medea with her to be bred.

Circe, like her mother, had piercing green eyes, long black hair that was braided with golden threads, giant e-cups, and a small round ass. She was the goddess of magic.

Medea, once again had piercing green eyes, and long black hair let loose over her shoulders. She was thin, like a model who had been starving themselves. She had a hint of an ass and b-cups.

The first time they had come to visit William, they had bickered forever about who should get his dick first. Unlike the other groups who came in and just got right to work, working seamlessly with each other to get the job done.

Eventually the three sorceresses realized they could use their magic to make two copies of the handsome stud in front of them, so that they could each get fucked how they wanted all at the same time, no more fighting needed.

The same had happened every time they'd been here since. William would get two companions to help him beat the crap out of the witches' pussies.

Hecate, as the alpha, always called William, the original, first. Every time she would try and take control of him and assert her dominance like she probably did with everyone else out there in the world. But here in this bedroom, powers of dominance could be flipped very easily. So, before she could take control, he would quickly bend her over, grab her ponytail and thrust into her roughly from behind.

And she loved it.

She loved all of it. His assertiveness. His taking stealing the control right out of hands. The way his cock stretched her to her absolute limit. Being bent over. Being fucked like a whore off the street corner right in front of her two daughters. She loved every second of what he did to her, and she made sure to let him know.

"Fuck yes! Gods you're tearing me apart like always!" 

"This cock is so big you could fuck mother earth with it!"

"Your cum is so potent you could get a rock pregnant! Breed me again please! I need it! I need to feel your sperm swimming up inside me. I love feeling them wriggling around!"

She would scream things like that the entire time he was pounding into her. Neither Medea or Circe seemed to mind though. They must have been used to their mother's lewdness.

The best part about having three of of himself, was that he could feel everything that the other two were feeling. So as he plowed away at Circe's pussy, he could feel Medea and Hecate's slick, clenching cunts. Being able to feel three pussies at once, well, let's just say it felt incredible.

The side effect of this, was that he was creaming them all the time. He may have been a literal sex god, but he was no match for three tight, clenching, orgasming pussies. He was dumping load after load into them. Switching pussies after each one. 

Eventually, the girls couldn't move or hold themselves up, so they just laid on the edges of the bed and the three Williams played musical cunts. 

Three giant loads at the same time sure made a mess though. The bed, floor and even the walls were covered in his fertile cum. 

For hours he fucked them, their cunts were beyond ruined by the time he was done with them. Stretched past fitting any other cock inside and leaking incredible amounts of sticky white fluid from their bloated and stuffed baby factories.

When he as finished, the other two of him disappeared and he couldn't help but admire the product of his work. It was like art. His tool was his dick, his material was semen, and his medium... was three completely gaped sorceresses. As well as the floor. 

The floor was covered in a thick layer of cum, like a puddle. He took a mental picture and then moved to the bathroom to shower. The water always rejuvenated him, healing any wounds he'd sustained in his battle, and, if he was being honest with himself, he felt connected to something when he was in it. Something far away. Something tugged at him in his gut every time he was in the shower, but it didn't pull him in a direction, trying to lead him somewhere, it was just a feeling he got. But it was comforting, he enjoyed it. It reminded his hidden memories of something and he enjoyed knowing that there was more to his life that had been hidden from him.

Maybe someday he would get to discover what that feeling was. But for now... he just relished in the feeling of water running over his tired muscles.

When he returned to the bedroom, the three witches were gone and the room had almost been entirely cleaned up. The floor was just about done being cleaned.

He quickly jumped back into the bathroom and attempted not to throw up. 

Every time he saw this he was disgusted. It didn't matter how many times he'd witnessed it, it was horrible every time. There were these creatures, Arai, the spirits of curses. They were the ones who cleaned up his cum from the room. They seemed to have some sort of vacuum in their pussy that would suck up enough of his cum to fill their womb and then they would leave the room. 

Which meant they didn't really take that much at a time, so there were dozens of them when he made a mess like this. If he had to guess, there was probably close to a hundred of them to clean up a mess like the one he'd made today. One hundred more children that he hadn't even tried to conceive. 

It was disgusting to him. These creatures were impregnating themselves with his floor cum. Full of dirt, sweat and who knows what else. But, given the fact that he'd been bred with dozens of other monsters species, it was almost certain that these Arai were also capable to bearing his children.

He waited an extra long amount of time, just to make sure that they were all gone for sure before he ran to his bed and crashed immediately.

"Someday this will all end" he thought to himself as he fell asleep, ready to watch the forest woman once again.

But there was some hope, his next visitor would be Nyx, but after that, he would get to see Hemera again. She always made him feel some sort of way that he couldn't really describe, though he did like it.

The dirty coven officially marked the last of his ever recurring cycle before it returned again to the beginning.