Mr. Popular II (+18)

The woman moaning under me as of now looks like she is experiencing heaven on earth. Not a single shred of hatred is left on her face. There is only a gleeful acceptance of cock.

I've let go of her throat and laid on top of her. In response, she dug her nails into my back. Pain and pleasure set her mind ablaze.

I'm stirring up her guts madly and with insane passion. We are two monkeys doing the monkey business. The air pockets inside her make strange noises. The women who are waiting their turn are red in their faces, and they breathe heavily. This animalistic copulation is too much for their innocent eyes.

That's alright, though. They won't be innocent for long since they bared their skin and made themselves available to me. This ignorant woman's tight womanhood gripped me in a vice grip.

"Put a child in me, my lion, my conqueror, my Mahdi!"

I tried to push her away, but she had locked her legs around me and her arms clasping on me. My large and veiny cock started pulsating inside her, pumping out load after load full of steaming white seed.

She hung on me like a monkey would to a tree. Her eyes were full of glee.

"I did it! I received your seed. I received the superior seed!"

The anger wells up inside of me.

"You ignorant fool! I'm barely better than mundane when it comes to arcane hearts. I don't have any money and already have three women in my care. Your child will grow up to be a menace without a father."

The ignorant woman leaned back and put her arm on the chair. She caught her breath and said,

"What's the alternative? Should I have disappeared into nothingness with no one to keep me company? Everyone I know is dead. Those I know who didn't die hate me because I'm one of the murdering, looting Quraishi. I'll till the land and feed my child. Don't you worry. And if the child goes mad from fatherlessness, so be it. Then I shall guide the child into making the world his dog."

She is the perfect mate for what I am, but not who I am. She stole my seed and is hell bent on birthing a dragon that devours the world. She hates the world and, in turn, is hated by it. She is a woman of Apep.

"My parents are going to hate me, but go to Anbeta and ask for Mahmood and Amense, my mother and father, and tell them I put my seed in you. They need help on the farm. Pilush, you too should know where they are so your child can know its grandparents."

I turned toward the naked crowd.

"If anyone among you wants to have my child, you shouldn't do what this woman did. You should tell me you could take care of the child and have ways to give the child a person who could act like a father to it. Only then am I willing to impregnate you."

Three women stepped forward.

"My father owns a caravan. He keeps pestering me about receiving your seed, and I'm willing."

The second woman stepped forward.

"I'm a local. I'm not Quraishi. Quraishi castrated my man as a joke before having their way with me. Receiving the seed of the man who ruined the Quraysh tribe is ideal for us. Don't worry, we will raise the baby lovingly."

The third woman stepped forward.

"I'm the slave of a merchant named Bashar. He ordered me to be here. He will naturally look after the child he requested from me. Among all the nasty orders a master gives to his slave, seeing your magnificent body, I realize getting embraced by you is not one of those nasty orders. Please impale me with your conqueror and show me a piece of paradise like you did with this monstrous Quraishi woman."

I gestured for the woman whose husband was castrated to approach me.

"You, come, use your mouth to make me erect again." I called the woman who stole my seed. I realized that I didn't even know her name. Man, I need to write down the names of the women I've impregnated.

I used my fingers to get the unfortunate wife of that half-man excited enough to take me in. She is already soaking wet, so I didn't have to do much.

I invited myself into her. She gasped a sensual gasp. She doesn't strain as much as other women do. Her husband is probably on the larger side. She is used to this. Her breasts press on my chest as she licks and kisses my neck. My every stroke excites her to no end. These women want to be fertile and birth strong children. When they see me, their eyes are full of hope that their children will have better chances than they did. No one stands in line for a loser's dick.

"How do you feel about doing most of the work? I need to sit down a bit."

She smiled.

"Sure. It's better if you lie down, though."

I obliged. She crouched down on my large penis and inserted it into herself again. I can feel the tip of my penis kissing the entrance of her womb, as if it's trying to convince it to house a baby.

Her curvy body is so fun. I can't get enough of caressing and squeezing. Every time my manhood kisses her womb, she makes a noise that can only be described as heavenly bliss.

Ten minutes later, my cock pulsated inside of her, and she felt the warmth fill her.

I quickly put her on her back so the seed wouldn't spill out of her. I slowly pulled out of her so my seed wouldn't spill. Among the women who receive my seed, she is the one I want to make pregnant the most. The home for her child is already there. The only ingredient missing is my seed.

I gave her a little kiss. She caressed my cheek and said,

"If you ever find yourself in these parts again, you should find me. You will be our honored guest. I can cook for you, and you could fuck me whenever you want."

A bridge of vaginal mucus connects the tip of my dick and her womanhood. Her eyes say she adores me. From what I can tell, she adores her man too. This woman sure has a big heart.

The remaining two women approached me simultaneously. The slave girl turned toward the daughter of the merchant and said:

"Master, should I go first, or do you want to go first?"

The master smiled. Her front teeth have an unusual gap between them.

"Who cares? We are two naked women, and he is a man. He will tear us apart anyway. Why delay the inevitable?"

The slave crouched and took me into her mouth while the master kissed me. I held the master by her waist to pull her close to me. Meanwhile, I put my hand on top of the slave's head so I could caress her while she served me. She sometimes snorted and sometimes slurped. The servile slave knows how to serve a man.

I turned her master around and bent her over. That revealed her hairy womanhood to me. A string of mucus is drizzling out of it.

I lifted the slave on her two legs and whispered in her ear.

"Should I fuck her roughly? Do you have any grudges I can take out of her? One word from you, and I will rock her world. She will barely be able to take it."

A sadistic smile appeared on the slave's face.

"Fuck her up, sir. Ruin her."

I suddenly pushed my cock into her master.

"Eep"

I didn't allow her to get her bearings before I started slamming into her. Her body is innocent and pure. I can tell by the string of blood drizzling down from my testicles. No one has ever touched her like I do now. A sense of sadistic conquest overpowers me.

I grasped the master by her hair, and while pounding her, I looked every one of these women who offered themselves to me in the eyes until they verted their gazes. They can't handle such an intense passion, even when it's just a gaze. I understand that women are different from each other. Some can handle things, and some can't. I smacked the master in the buttocks, and she clamped down on me.

"Uggh!"

She is enjoying this too much.

" Give your potent seed to me, warrior. This is the moment I've been dreaming of! This is what I wanted from life!"

I involuntarily roared. An intense wave of pleasure washed over me as I filled her previously virgin womb with my progeny.

I leaned on her and whispered into her slave's ear.

"Why is she a virgin at her age?"

The slave smiled.

"She is insufferable."

I cleared my throat.

"I'm tired of embracing women now. The rest of you should figure something out among yourselves and send one of you to my tent every night. Today, this slave girl will accompany me."

The slave girl and others picked up their clothes and started redressing. Yes, they are disappointed, but what did they expect from me? Was I supposed to fuck them all to unconsciousness?

I gave the slave woman some coins. I gave her a kiss.

"When you come to my tent today, bring me a glass of wine."

Hours later, she entered my tent with a bottle of cheap wine in her hands.

"Come sit on my lap."

She came and sat on my lap, bashful.

"Why didn't your master breed you himself? Why did he feel the need to employ my help? "

She hung her head in shame. She answered me after a momentary hesitation.

"The woman you've been calling my master is also my half sister. My father is my owner. "

She is trapped between a rock and a hard place. I caressed her cheek and kissed her neck.

"Today I'm going to put a baby in you. Is it truly what you want?"

She nodded.

"He would eventually make me lay with some 'breeding mare' equivalent of a slave anyway. I'm glad it's you, sir."

I took a swig from the wine. I poured some from my lips into her lips. She drank the wine, her cheeks red with excitement. She isn't being forced into this. She is loving this.

"Have you been tested for an arcane heart?"

She looked at me, her green eyes peering into my soul.

"Arcane heart?"

I cleared my throat and blew out the candle. Then I put my hand on her forehead.

"Try to control the energy to flow it into the sands underneath you."

She was able to light up the sands underneath her. She has an arcane heart.

"Say, if I wanted to buy you, given that your father doesn't know that you have an arcane heart, how much would you be sold for?"

She smiled, excited.

"Three gold pieces, sir!"

I got ten gold pieces as a bonus for solving the Quraishi problem so easily. I had a single gold piece a month as a salary. She is worth three months of work.

"Would you like to be a priestess?"

Her eyes are filled with hope. There is a path for her to rise in the world. To be stuck in place is torture. To be a slave forever is torture in and of itself. I re-lit the candle.

"Do you still want to be impregnated by me? You don't have to now."

She bared her breasts.

"Please fuck me. Please put a child in me. I'm head over heels for you. Fill my womb. I'm yours to sow your seeds in!"

She is seducing me. She saw me as domineering, and she thinks she needs to act submissive to receive my approval and attention. She is even willing to give me a child to secure my support.

"Now it's out of my hands."

I pushed her down and started to lick her all over. Her breathing quickens, and her cheeks go red. I slowly worked my way to her sexual organ. Beautiful pubic hair at a tasteful length, crowns her most precious part. Her left lip and right lip get assaulted by my tongue. She squirms, yet I'm relentless. The left labia, the right labia, the hood—she is sensitive in all parts. The more I play with her, the more she makes strange noises. How fun.

I went into her at a careful pace. I feel something burst, and a stream of blood drizzles down my testicles.

"Are you pure?"

She looks like she is in her twenties. How come she is pure?

"My father wanted to sell me at a higher price if he ever wanted to sell me. But now, I'm dyed in your colors. Ruined for other men forever."

I poked her with a tempo that she was comfortable with. Candlelight casts our shadow on the surface of the tent. A shadowy woman figure is on all fours and getting impaled by a large rod protruding from a man's crotch. She moans, and her head moves in crazy ways. The pleasure pushes her to the brink of insanity.

Pfft, prrp, prrp.

The air pockets in her escape her and make shameful sounds. However, there is no shame in this tent. Nor did she or I stop and acknowledge the sound. We are way into this.

She quivers and drizzles down her pleasure juices.

The intense pleasure undoes her. She is face down, making a noise that is between crying and moaning. I had her lay near me and lift her leg afterward so I could slowly lay the work on her. She looks into my eyes, full of love. She moves up and down with the gentle movements of my strokes.

A warmth invades her.

"Ahh."

She looks like this is the best moment of her life. My seed fills her up to the brim. She is having the time of her life.

I kissed her on the cheek, and we spooned the rest of the night. The next day, I visited her father.

"I would like to buy Zaliki from you."

He glanced at me, holding his slave daughter by the waist while his legitimate daughter sat next to him sheepishly. He understood I'd been charmed further by his slave daughter. I can see it in his eyes. Merchants are truly dangerous people. He decides to buy a relationship with me through Zaliki by implementing a sharp reduction in her price.

"One gold, and I want your bloodline among my slaves. Impregnate another one for me."

I turned toward Zaliki, and she nodded. The merchant's eyes shone when he saw that. Zaliki might be more influential on me than he realized before.

He called a slave in her forties to the tent we were talking business in.

"This one is fertile today. I want you to seed her."

Zaliki leaned into my ear.

"That's my mom."

I turned toward the merchant.

"Is there any other slave? I would rather not lay with her mother."

He glanced at his other daughter.

"Well, you laid with her sister."

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Nazhotep, It's alright; my mother would do this for me."

I was not amused.

"This is fucked up."

I escorted the mother to another tent and put her on all fours.

"Are you alright with this?"

She nodded.

"Master doesn't embrace me anymore. I want another child. They are my only joy in this world. If I can help my Zaliki, all the better."

I bared her buttocks. There is a beautiful birthmark on her right buttock, near her sexual organ. It's a red smudge that looks like a cat.

I pushed my tongue into the hole that Zaliki came from so I could get the woman in front of me excited. I could feel her body tense up as she let out a soft moan. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly as I continued to explore her most intimate areas.

She is sufficiently wet. I laid her on her back and started sucking on the full breasts that Zaliki had nursed with. Because she is sensitive there, I feel a sadistic urge to torment her with my tongue. She squirmed under me with every lick, every suck, and every bite.

I entered her. Her insides are moist and welcoming. It's fun dominating a woman who is twice my age. While pumping her insides with my hard cock and going through the motions, a woman barged in with the merchant.

"I want the heroic seed too. Don't forget who owns all this Bashar."

The woman yelled. Prompting the merchant to protest in emotional agony.

"Honey please."

She stood firm.

"Shush, I don't want to hear it."

Zaliki's mother leaned into my ear.

"This is Zaliki's master's mother. She is the true owner of the merchant company."

Oh, I understand now. The woman ran near us.

"Wow, look at his thickness! Even Zahra's huge, juicy pussy is barely taking it."

Bashar protests.

"Honey, darling, my beautiful Miane, please."

Miane turned toward the poor Bashar.

"Bitch, do you want to lose your coin privileges?"

All the protests Bashar could muster were deflated by that one sentence. Maine excitedly watched me fuck Zahra. Maine and her daughter look so much alike, it's crazy.

"Bashar, I will not fuck your woman if you don't want to."

Maine gave Bashar a stern look.

"Please fuck Maine too, sir."

Without breaking my tempo with Zahra, I started groping Maine in front of Bashar. Tears started streaming down his face. He shouldn't have taken a step back when Maine threatened him. It's now too late.

I bared her breasts and took her large nipple into my mouth. She is happy beyond measure.

"Finally, after twenty years of birthing moronic mouth breathers, I will have a child from a real man."

Zahra's lily-white buttocks quivered as she received my seed. She collapses on sheets with a happy face.

Maine, you have to give me some time so I can go again. Otherwise, you'll deal with less than stellar performance on my behalf. Would that be a problem for you?"

She smiled.

"No, of course not."

A mature woman is different. She understands men. She wouldn't fault me for not supplying her demand on a moment's notice.

She sat near me.

"Zahra, come, show me."

Zahra got up and bent over in front of Maine.

"Oh, would you look at that?"

She is red around her most precious spot, and thick, viscous seed oozes out of her.

Maine gave a big wet kiss to Zahra's beet red, beaten up, filled with seed, vagina.

"A hero's seed. *slurp* A conqueror's seed. *slurp* Delicious. I want this."

Upset, Zahra tried to push Maine's head off her.

"Stop; don't eat everything. That seed will give me a baby."

Maine smacked Zahra's bare ass to put her in her place. Then Maine pulled her skirt up to reveal herself.

"Zahra, prepare me for a good time."

Maine then turned toward me and smiled. Zahra kneeled in front of her and started submissively licking her. I got up and shoved my dirty testicles into her mouth. Everything below her nose is covered by my huge ball sack. The smelly, limp dick, still gigantic, rested unceremoniously on her face. She started sucking and licking it with eager anticipation.

"These balls will seed your aching womb."

Her eyebrows knotted in worry. Will she be able to handle this supreme seed? Will she survive getting undone with this conqueror's thick and brutal tool? The more she submits to the overpowering testicular stench, the harder I get. The harder I get, the more she disappears under the shadow of my huge dick.

Every time a woman submits to me, I get this tunnel vision, and I lose control over myself. I pushed Maine to her side and pushed my cock into her. The moment Maine started moaning, a heartbreaking cry from a man came from outside of the tent. It's Bashar. The more he wailed, the more I impaled his woman.

Zahra curiously watched as what happened to her half an hour ago happened to her master. My cock was making a real woman out of her. As I continued to thrust into Maine, I could feel Zahra's eyes on me, observing my every move. The power and control I felt in that moment only fueled my thrusts further. Her fingers claw the sheets in a momentary madness brought forth through pleasure.

She is tight. She grasps me in such a vice grip that I don't know what to think anything but the fact that she is hungry for my seed. I scream and collapse onto her in a sensual fervor. We are drenched in sweat.

I pulled myself out of her. Her sexual organ is red and gaping. She has been ruined, and she will never be the same.

"Are you satisfied?"

She smiled back at me.

"Most definitely. Come fuck me whenever you are in town. Don't be a stranger, alright?"

I responded while dressing myself.

"Likewise, if you find yourself in the capital, come visit me. I'll put another baby into you and your daughter. Make sure these children grow up with fathers. If you can't make Bashar father them, at least buy a male slave. Raising a child isn't the same as controlling a man. You can't just abuse them whenever they do something you don't like. I already have three women in the capital and can't be there for my children here. I hope you understand."

She sat up straight, and her full breasts sensually obeyed the forces of gravity. She looks like a great artwork sculpted by masters of their craft solely to tempt its wiewer into a lustful fervor.

"I understamd. My daughter told me about your ultimatum. I've got enough wealth to have ten more children like this one in my belly now." I got up and said,

"I need to report to the barracks now. Take care."

I then left the room.

"Zaliki, come."

I gave a single gold coin to the merchant, Bashar. At that moment, his woman bolted out of the house half naked and gave me a big wet kiss in front of her husband. A passionate kiss with wet noises and dancing tongues was a direct display of disrespect toward Bashar. Miane didn't care. Bashar had sold his soul for a bunch of coins already. Maine held his soul in her hands and was free to torment him however she wanted.

"In a week, my other daughter starts her fertile period of the month. Come visit us and conquer our wombs."

"Hey, she has a man." Bashar protested.

"Her man is a dweeb." Maine retorted. She sure is satisfied with me.

Me and Zaliki left the mansion on that note.

Man, I need a bath. It's a good thing that I bought this woman, who would wash me with her beautiful hands.

Ever since I've shown great success in this war, my fame has spread throughout the neighborhood. With fame came women wanting my seed. If I were some poet instead, I doubt I would have this many women throwing themselves at me.

While Zaliki was scrubbing me with a wet cloth, I asked her.

"Do you want to be free, Zaliki?"

Her eyes went wide momentarily, and a soft, loving smile followed.

"It doesn't matter anymore. You've given me the choice, but all I want to do is stay by your side."

I raised my eyebrow.

"Do you really have no problem with me poking women with my dick every chance I get?"

She smiled.

"No, it's part and parcel of being a great man. Of course, you will have a lot of women lusting after you."

I could do nothing but scoff.

"It's humiliating for me. I'm a beast of lust. Every time I'm seduced, I feel like I've lost control. I feel debased and humiliated. Yet, time and time again, I mount every woman who would shake their butt in front of me. I've fucked both you and your mother. Who does that? A brute, a beast that's who. Gods save me, I'm tumbling down a desert centipede's pit. I'm afraid nothing good is at the bottom."

I turned toward the slave girl.

"Normally, women would just say no to me, and that would be it. There was no reason to regulate my urges."

I've lifted my hand and squeezed her breast. She gasped, and her cheeks went red. She is excited again.

"You are feeding the lust monster in my heart too. Free yourself, Zaliki. Become a great priestess. My beast snarls and rattles its cage. And every time I feed it supple female flesh like you, it gets stronger."

I hooked my fingers into her and tormented her erogenous zones. She clasped my arm and breathed in those slow, deep breaths of pleasure. She rubbed her cheek onto my arm and caressed every part of my body she could reach.

She is like a cat.

My dick became erect again. Why do I do this to myself?

I gently pulled down Zaliki's undergarment and started enjoying her.

"Oh master,oh"

A convenient and available woman. A bold woman who takes me whenever and wherever.

The situation was like this:

The woman in question was slightly hunched and fully clothed, except for the slight opening around the buttocks. A naked man with a bigger frame than her envelops her from behind like a beast mounting its mate, pounding away into her.

I eventually finished with her and pulled her undergarments back.

"Keep washing me."

She looks mellower than before. That might be because she has been fucked thoroughly. She smiled at me.

"I'm cruel to you, Nazhotep. I will ruin you just to get to that dick. I would fuel your addiction to women just to get some action myself. I'm that kind of evil woman."

She placed her lips on mine.

***

In the following weeks, a great many women visited my tent. Each and every one of them is sweeter than the others. Among them, many met my criteria for impregnation. They begged and begged, and I obliged.

Tall women, short women, hairy women, and smooth women. I mercilessly filled them with my seed. Among them was Zaliki's big half-sister, one of her former masters.

She was really shameless. The curvy minx was far too enthusiastic for someone who already had a man.

She has three moles near her gash, and one mole is dangerously close to her asshole. She didn't let me do any work. She just hopped up and down on top of me. She even took me into her ass afterwards.

She is a fun woman. She is down for everything. Her asshole easily takes me in. She clearly did that before. I pumped her, and her pearl necklace swayed back and forth. She gnashes her teeth between her blood red lips.

I filled her bowels full of semen.

"Visit our family. Your children will swell in our bellies before long. Come introduce yourself to the babies after a while, alright?"

I kissed her and said,

"Alright."

She gave me a wooden plaque.

"Go to the merchant's guild in the capital with this. They will give you a certain amount of money every month. We are sponsoring you, Nazhotep. We hope to help you in your pursuit of immortality. In exchange, please come to our help when we call for you. Anything we would be dealing with would be on the level of mortals anyway. We also wouldn't call you for nothing. Keep in touch."

I then ordered Zaliki to wash me. She will stay as my slave until we go to the capital and have her tested for the arcane heart. I know she has an arcane heart. That way, she could attain her meditations without problems.

There are pleasures that are not found in a woman's bosom. Yes, I have a woman who makes herself available to me whenever I ask, but I decided to hold back a bit. Paradoxically, being less intimate allowed us to be intimate in other ways.

There is nothing better than glyphmancy for the intellectual soul. Zaliki proved herself to be great at it. As long as one understands the principles behind glyphmancy, there is nothing stopping them from practicing it through study or creativity. Zaliki is a natural with it. She created a glyph that shortened the energy bolt's range and increased its penetration power. She figured out what to tweak and what to not touch to fine tune the glyphs for my purposes. I caressed her head with appreciation, and her cheeks went red. This woman never gets tired of getting attention.

Yes, I'm having fun these days, but I've become aware of a certain thing. I've proven myself interesting. Every bastard out there that got bored wanted to test me in different ways so they could entertain themselves with my reactions.

The first group are women. They kept coming to seduce me.

The second group is the drama queens. This particular guy, whenever we started eating, would yell out jabs aimed at me. He is trying to get a rise out of me.

I understand that he will get even more out of hand the more I ignore him. He will think the dosage of his jabs is not enough. He is about as powerful as me. We are at similar stages in our pursuit of immortality.

"Alright, I'm tired of your sh*t. Let's meet in the arena and solve this once and for all."

I picked up my wooden staff, and we started circling each other in the arena.

Zaliki had etched glyphs onto the wooden parts of my shoes. She also embroidered some on my clothes. The purpose of these glyphs is protection for clothes and stance stability for shoes. The glyphs in the shoes latch onto the ground when activated. And the glyphs on the cloth create a thin barrier of energy.

The man knows the basics, but he lacks imagination. He dishes out the classic techniques and mistakenly expects the classic techniques in return. So, I made sand float on the arena and made him chase me. The sand has clustered on his unprotected glyphs and short circuited them. With his glyphmancy sealed, he was no match for mine. Standing triumphantly near the groaning man on his back, I yelled at the crowd.

"I don't wish to spend my time putting a bunch of loudmouths in their place. I have a life to live. Stop pestering me already."

The crowd started cheering. I unintentionally became more of an interesting person. I've proven myself not to be a fluke.

Day by day, I grew more beastly. I salivate when I see an animal, and I get horny when I see a woman. My body changed to be hairier, and my muscles bulged with vitality. The women who accompanied me to bed welcomed the changes my body went through. They aren't that concerned about me.

Zaliki is a properly fanaticized admirer of my body. She is quick to get wet whenever I slightly touch her sexually. She isn't, however, incensed or hypnotized by my body in any way. She has proven to me that she is capable of rejecting me. She might find my body intoxicating, but that was just that—exciting and intoxicating and nothing more.

The merchants around the camp kept sending daughters and slaves. Zaliki would dutifully take me into her mouth, and she would serve me until I was erect. I would impale the women who are offering themselves to me in their pleasure palaces. I wouldn't let go until I'd planted my seed. The more I did so, the more the animalistic feelings would recede, allowing the actual me to take over again. On slow days, Zaliki would make herself available to me so I would not be tormented by my desires. Fucking Apep. He is probably laughing at me right now.

During the times she felt like not taking a dick, she would take a trip to Bashar's house and throw her mother at me. Sometimes, Maine would interject and take her place. Maine has full breasts that would nourish babies just fine. I hope she will get pregnant.

Since this whole thing where women want to sleep with me started, I've been less afraid of impregnating people. Women know the rules, and they know not to find me if they don't have a dependable man in their lives. Of course, they might be lying, but in that case, it's out of my hands.

Being animalistic, the pleasure doesn't diminish for me. Every new woman is exciting and tasty. Conquering their wet holes gets me going every time. They tell their friends about me, and before long, there are more naked women in my bed.

I pin them to the ground with my hands by their necks and take them. They love it.

I've become a man-whore. That makes me feel lowly and inferior. The feeling of inferiority shifts into a need to rise above.

So, I walked around and found the ignorant woman. She was talking to her friends. I held her by her hair and pushed her face into my groin. The groin reeked of women's mucus. She kissed my groin through my loincloth. She bit and licked the dirty fabric with glee. Her friends, who were talking with her a moment ago, watched in awe as I spat on her adoring face. She took the insult to her face with gratitude. The Mahdi had insulted her! Mahdi was thinking about her. Mahdi's disdain for her only proved she had a long way to go before salvation.

I decided to drag her by her hair to somewhere we could be more private. Her friends kept following us. I bent her over a tree and started fucking her. I smacked her buttocks until her ass was beet red in front of her friends. I can see that her friends are feeling a bit hot and bothered. Their nipples are erect.

"You, come here."

I called the rather curvy one near me. There is some wetness near where her nipples should be. She produces milk.

I pushed the ignorant woman away. I found a better toy than the one I'm bored with. I bared her breasts and started drinking her milk. She is an enslaved Qurayshi woman, so she has a collar on. I held her collar from behind her neck and pulled. She had to lean back in a rather undignified manner. Her cheeks are red, and there is a faint smile on her face. She is enjoying this so much. Milk gushes out of her ample breasts for me to enjoy.

I pushed my big dick into her. I want to enjoy everything she has to offer. Her face winces in pain. It's not easy to take my large, conquering cock. Even women who have birthed progeny are virgins to me. She squirms in my embrace. As her friends watched my merciless cock move in and out of her, she started creaming on me.

"Look at her, you ignorant bitch. She is better than you and more fertile than you. You have nothing but your religion and your hate. She has more, and she is good for the world. She nourishes. You only destroy."

With a squeeze, her breasts gushed out milk. Her cheeks are red, and she moans, responding to my conquest. With me grasping her collar, her throat tightens. She grew purple as I planted my seeds in her.

I sat on the ground and made her lay on my lap.

"Are you jealous, you ignorant woman?"

Her friend was gushing my seed out. It's the seed she wanted for herself, taken from her by a woman who is better than herself.

I called the other woman to my bosom. I pointed at the ignorant woman and said,

"Spit on her, and I will put my seed into you too. It's the seed of a hero. Don't you all want it?"

Both of them spat on her. The woman with wavy hair snorted and cleared her throat of phlegm. The liquid hanging from the ignorant woman's chin was colored green and yellow. I showed my limp cock into her throat.

"Fluff me; I will fuck your other friends now."

She vigorously nodded. I spat on her face as a reward. I grabbed her skull with both of my hands and gyrated my pelvis into her face. She could probably taste the vaginal mucus of her friend on me. Good, let her taste it. She should learn about her inferiority among women. Almost everyone is better than her. As she gagged and struggled, I relished in the dominance I held over her. Once I was properly erect, I walked toward her friends and claimed them. I ordered her to bend straight down and kiss my feet in the meantime. She will never again have any status or respect among her friends. I hope this will be a lesson for her. Instead of living with religious delusions, she should've lived like a thinking person. She will be humiliated every time she accepts my dominance. The only way she gets her dignity back is to reject me. I told her time and time again that she was allowed to reject me. She accepted me every time. She kept calling me Mahdi. The delusional dumbass.