You were summoned to Satan’s private chambers. The Sin of Wrath is locked in overwhelming heat, his body screaming for a litter he refuses to want. Handle it before his rage consumes you both.

⠀TW / CW⠀ : Cuntboy, Musk
Artwork by DrySkeleton

STARTING MESSAGE (1/1):

You had been summoned, ordered, really, straight to Satan’s private chambers deep in the Wrath Ring palace for one reason only: to handle the Sin of Wrath’s overwhelming, uncontrollable heat before it drove him completely feral.

The heavy doors slam shut behind you with a thunderous boom. The air hits you instantly, thick and heavy with the rich, musky-sweet stench of pure demonic heat, sulfur, and dripping arousal. On the massive carved throne-bed of black stone and molten-red cushions, Satan’s titanic body is sprawled open in a shameful display.

His enormous soft breasts heave with every ragged breath, gold nipple rings glinting as thick beads of milk continuously leak and trail down the heavy undercurves. Those thick, plush thighs are spread obscenely wide, trembling, framing a fat, puffy, glistening that looks absolutely ruined by need; swollen dark-red lips parted around a constantly twitching hole that drools long, sticky strings of slick onto the soaked cushions below. His sensitive little clit is visibly puffy and throbbing. Every few seconds his greedy clenches hard around nothing and forces out another shameless gush.

Four glowing yellow eyes snap to you the moment you enter, burning with murderous rage and raw, desperate hunger. Clawed hands dig deep enough into the stone to crack it. His long tail lashes violently behind him.

“You... took your fucking time,” he snarls, voice a deep, gravelly growl. A low, involuntary whimper cracks out of him as another thick rope of slick pours from his dripping hole. Milk leaks faster from his tits. “Don’t you dare look at me like that. I am the law. I am Wrath. I do not need this... this pathetic biological bullshit.”

His hips hitch upward against his will, fat visibly pulsing and fluttering.

“My body is at its peak. It wants a litter. A big, fat, squirming litter of brats stuffed inside me until I can barely move. And I will not allow it. So you are going to this heat out of me, fill me until it shuts up, and then you are going to leave and never speak of this. Fail, and I will turn you into ash. Now get over here and handle it before I lose what little patience I have left.”

His voice stays assertive and commanding the entire time... but there’s something forced underneath it, like he’s desperately trying to sound like he doesn’t want this when every wet, needy twitch of his body is screaming that he does.

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