Bull God’s Red Confession: Devouring the Cloned Moon

In my vast chamber, shadows dance on stone walls slick with ancient sweat. The clone lies still, perfect flesh molded by Dheig’h’s magic. Heart pounds like thunder in my chest. I whisper the word. Her eyes flutter open, locking on me with hungry worship. Skin flushes hot. My cock throbs, swelling bovine-thick. She kneels, tiny hands grasp my shaft. Breath catches. Urgency claws my gut. This Ningal, Ekwoos’ prize replicated for my sin, smells of primal need. Lips part, tongue flicks my tip. Desire surges, red haze blinds reason. I shrink my length for her fragile human mouth, but keep it girthy, demanding. She sucks, eager, sloppy. Saliva drips. My pulse races, veins bulge. Possession burns. She’s mine now, this moon-assed temptress.

Fever peaks. I growl, seize her hair. Thrust deeper. She gags, eyes water, but devours. Heart hammers against ribs. Sweat beads on my hide. Her tongue swirls, cheeks hollow. Balls tighten. I erupt, flooding her throat. She chokes, swallows, cum spills over chin, splatters heavy tits. But it’s not enough. Never enough. Flip her. Four paws on silk sheets. Ass high, pussy glistens. I mount, bull-weight crushing. Cock spears her wetness. Tight. So fucking tight. She gasps, arches. Skin slaps skin. Heat explodes. I piston, savage. Grab swinging breasts, knead flesh like dough. Nipples harden under claws. Her moans fuel the blaze. Heart roars. Deeper, harder. Resize for her depths, bury all. She screams, walls clench. Cum gushes, overflows her slit. Pull out, watch it drip. Flip again. Legs splay wide. Ram in missionary, tits mash my chest. Pubes grind. She claws my back, begs. “More, Master!” Blaze consumes. Switch holes. Spit-lubed ass yields. Inch by burning inch. She whimpers, pushes back. Fingers on clit, tits mauled. She shudders, cums hard, body quakes. I roar, flood her bowels. Sweat pours, hearts sync in frenzy.

Igniting the Fever

Collapse. Bodies slick, tangled. Ashes settle, skin still scorches. Breath ragged. Her head on my chest, cum leaks from every hole. Unique fire lingers, not sated. This clone poisons deeper than any mortal. Ekwoos’ moon haunts. Heart slows, but ache throbs. Possession fades to hollow crave. One moon’s blaze, eternal scar. I stroke her curves, dread the evaporation. Divine bull, tamed by flesh. Raw, ruined, reborn in red.