I hoped the Three Sisters weren’t anything like the ones I knew about from myths
In Greek mythology, they were called the Moirai — the Fates — three hideous, ancient crones who spun the thread of life, cutting it when a mortal’s time came.
If they were ugly like the ones I have seen in drama...
The thought made my skin crawl.
I wanted to stick my dick in pinky. I didn’t want to shove it into rotting, stinky husks and end up cursed with some unnatural disease.
While I was lost in thoughts—
Creak~
The colossal black gates of the stone palace creaked open, and out stepped a tall black woman who was beautiful as fuck.
My eyes roamed all over her figure shamelessly.
She was wearing a stylist black bandeau cling tightly to her breast, leaving her well toned stomach and the valley between her tits exposed.
And god, her tits.
They were like two massive melons, round and heavy, looking ready to burst out of her bandeau at any moment.
Her waist was neither thin nor thick, her hips wide, flaring out into an ass so full it looked like it could crush a boulder beneath it.
A short skirt covered her sacred private parts, leaving the rest of her lower body exposed.
Her thighs... They were so perfect I wanted to bury my face in them.
Her calves were smooth and strong, her arms were muscular without losing their feminine charm.
Her face was just as perfect as her bodu. A sharp jawline softened by plump lips, glossy and full. Her nose was straight, her cheekbones high, and her eyes glowed gold. Her hair was long and braided neatly, spilling down her back.
Some might find such a thick, burly woman intimidating.
But in my eyes, she was perfection itself.
It was probably my fetish talking.
She gave me exactly the same feeling I used to feel back on Earth whenever I admired Thick Milfy Mommies on X and similar platforms on my phone, and I had always wanted to latch onto such a woman and fuck her hard until her pussy was dripping with my seed.
I could feel my dick straining against my pants as I oggled her.
Before leaving Agatha’s garden, I had thrown my clothes back on, but now I wish I hadn’t done that. Perhaps if she had seen my monstorousity of a dick, she would have considered me for Khushi.
She stood in silence, scrutinizing me.
I raised my hand awkwardly. "Uh... hello?"
"Am I to your liking?" She caught me staring and smiled teasingly.
I nodded without hesitation.
Lying wasn’t in my blood. Even if I had lied, the tent in my pant was direct proof of how much I liked her, of how much I wanted to fuck and breed her.
"Mortal, how and why have you invaded this realm?" she asked, her gaze still friendly. She probably didn’t consider me a threat. On top of that, my obvious attraction to her seemed to have helped her form a favorable impression of me.
"Goddess Agatha helped me get here. I want to see the Three Sisters. Are you one of them?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I am Marcelle — their servant."
"Marcelle?" I looked her up and down. "The name suits you quite well."
"Thank you," she said.
"Macelle, Since you are their servant, you must know where they are. Can you take me to them?" I requested.
"You will first have to determine if you are worth their time," she said bluntly.
"How do I do that?" I asked.
"Fifteen minutes," she said. "Satisfy me in fifteen minutes and I will take you to them. Otherwise I will have to kick you down to the mortal plane."
"What?!" I exclaimed, shocked by her domineering nature and excessive demand.
"The time starts now," she said, giving me no time to argue.
Now I was presented with two choices: either I satisfy her and meet the Three Sisters, or I end up a loser with no ability to use mana in Elysium.
Naturally, I chose the better option for me.
I lunged towards her the way a starving man lunges at bread. In no time, I reached up to her and hugged her hard.
She let out a low, surprised sound and rested her hand on the back of my head. "You move quick," she breathed, clinical and pleased.
I grinned at her before pressing my lips against hers. My tongue pushed hard against the entrance to her mouth, prying her lips open and forcing its way inside to tangle with her tongue.
While I kissed her, my hand kneaded one of her tits through the bandeau. The other slid into her skirt and cupped her steaming hot pussy.
Breaking the kiss, I buried my face into the exposed valley between her breasts. My nose pressed against her flesh as I dragged my tongue along the sweat-slick skin between her massive tits. I kissed her cleavage like a man who had found a treasure, before tearing the joke of a bandeau off her shoulders.
I kissed the taut skin above her tits, then latched onto a heavy dark nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth. I sucked it like a starving man before bitting it just enough to make her cry out.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking me closer, urging me to suck her nipple harder.
I obeyed.
At the same time, I shoved two fingers inside her cunt. When they were buried deep inside her, I curled them to scratch at her inner walls, coincidentally hitting that sweet spot that made her gasp and drop her head back.
"Yes! Yes! just like that," she choked out, "Finger me just like that while sucking my nipples."
My mouth stayed on her tits, switching between sucking and biting both of them while my fingers fucked her tight honey hole relentlessly.
As a result of my efforts.
Her toes curled. Her knees trembled. And her moans came in long wet waves.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!" she screamed, "I’m—fuck—I’m close!"
"Come for me," I said, shoving two more fingers into her and biting her tit roughly like she owed me money. My other hand crushed the other tit in a savage squeeze.
Immediately.
Her pussy clamped and convulsed around my fingers as she came, soaking my hand.
I pulled my fingers out, brought them to my mouth, and licked them clean one by one in front of her.
"Tasty." I smacked my lips in satisfaction.
Her dark face flushed faintly, watching a man taste her juices like it was honey.
"Was that enough to satisfy you?" I asked with a cocky smirk.
"Cumming once isn’t enough for me. You need to make me cum at least three times before I’m satisfied." She stared back at me challengingly.
"Good. I was afraid the fun would come to an end too soon," I said