Trigger Warning! Dark content. Blessed Winter Solstice

Oh Dear God fuck me deeper. Harder. I desperately need your impossible huge cock. I need you My Dark Lord. Rape me. Fuck me. Use me. Open me to your life giving seed. Let it fill my belly and womb. Fertile. Delicious. Dripping out of me. Absorbed and received deep inside of my being. I'm begging for more. I dream about this forever hard cock, overflowing and forever with semen running out and down from it. This big, mystical phallus. The Dark Lord of the Underworld. Hades. I need more. More. More. The Gods promised me to be well fucked and yes, the Wolf is arriving. Beautifully. But my greedy cunt want more. Need more. A human isn't enough. Never enough. I was promised The Lion and I had to let it go. I'm welcome the Wolf and his Delicious darkness.

My whole being is flooded by this obscene images. How my cunt have to stretch around this impossible huge cock. Let the entire universe fuck me wide open. Naked. Exposed. For everyone to watch and witness. Me being totally consumed when I scream and cry with the pleasure and the pain. Hades dragging me up and down on his enormous dick. Rips me open. Again and again. It's impossible to escape or to look away. My human body is almost dying. Exhausted. Worn out. Half dead. He continues to fuck me. Relentlessly. Deeper. Ripping my body apart. His fuck toy to use as he pleases. My small cunt is a gift for the dark Lord. Milking him.  But I don't have a chance. I'm going to die on his big phallus, filled up with his cum and semen. I'm going to drown. Die. Ripped open. And still, still he is going to fuck me. Beyond death and back to life.

My journey started with this. My book is filled with these first meetings with The Gods. My life unfolding from that moment. Now I'm crawling back voluntarily. I'm kneeling yet again for my dark Lord. Now it's my own choice. I'm here, because I need more. I need the fulfilment of being his again and yet again trust this path. The taboos. I know how mortal men is going to turn away in disgust. The female,  dark imagination isn't a walk in the park. Is brutal. Awful. Make you want to puke in pure disgust. It's messy. Sinful. Raw. Primal. So yes lovers...Here I am, descending even deeper into the Underworld. Blessed Midwinter and Winter Solstice. Do you dare to stay with it all?