Ruler Of Beast Multiverse

Arahan stepped into the dimly lit basement meeting room, his robes open at the front, thick cock already hanging heavy and half-hard between his legs. The six senior nuns tied spread-eagled on the beds jerked their heads toward him, eyes wide with fury and terror.

The moment they saw him, the curses began.

"You disgusting boy!" Sister Veronica spat, tugging uselessly at her ropes. "How dare you defile this holy place with your filthy lust!"

Sister Clara’s voice cracked with rage. "You are no Holy Son — you are a devil! A cock-driven monster who rapes innocent sisters in the house of God!"

Sister Irene screamed, "Get away from us! We know what you do — you fuck them like animals and leave them dripping with your sinful seed! We will never support you!"

The other three joined in, their voices overlapping in a storm of hatred:

"Whoremaster!"

"Blasphemer!"

"Get your unclean cock away from us!"

Arahan said nothing. He simply walked from bed to bed, looking down at their mature, fully exposed bodies — six pairs of trembling thighs forced wide apart, six untouched senior pussies glistening with nervous sweat under the candlelight.

He started with Sister Veronica.

He climbed onto the bed, gripped her hips, and pressed the thick head of his cock against her dry, virgin slit. Veronica snarled through gritted teeth, "I curse you— AHHH!"

Her curse turned into a sharp, broken scream as Arahan thrust forward hard. Her thirty-eight-year-old virgin cunt stretched violently around his thick shaft. Inch after inch disappeared inside her until his heavy balls rested against her ass. A thin line of blood trickled down her crack as her hymen tore.

He didn’t wait. He began fucking her with deep, powerful strokes, the wet slapping sounds echoing in the basement. Veronica’s face twisted in pain, still trying to curse him between sobs:

"You... filthy... bastard— oh God... it’s splitting me—!"

But within a dozen thrusts, her voice cracked. Her tight walls began to flutter and cream around his cock. Her angry sobs slowly melted into unwilling gasps, then into low, shameful moans.

"Ah... ahh... no... don’t... ohhh... it feels..."

Her hips started twitching against her will. Her full breasts bounced wildly with every slam. Soon she was moaning openly, eyes half-lidded.

"Yes... deeper... oh Lord forgive me... it’s so good..."

Arahan pulled out of her dripping, gaping pussy and moved to Sister Clara.

Clara was still cursing when he mounted her. "You will burn in hell for this, you— AHHHH!"

Her scream was louder as Arahan drove into her in one brutal thrust, claiming her virginity. She thrashed on the bed, sobbing, "Monster! I hate you— oh fuck... it’s too big...!"

But her body betrayed her even faster. Her mature cunt flooded with juices around his pistoning cock. Her curses dissolved into desperate, high-pitched moans within minutes.

"Harder... please... I can’t— oh my God, I’m cumming—!"

She came violently, pussy spasming and squirting around his shaft as she wailed in ecstasy.

One by one, Arahan moved down the line.

Sister Irene cursed him viciously until the moment he bottomed out inside her. Then her venomous words turned into broken whimpers, then into throaty, lust-filled moans as he pounded her senseless. She came twice before he filled her.

The fourth senior, Sister Agnes, tried to keep cursing even as he fucked her, but her voice failed completely when her first orgasm hit. She could only sob and moan, "More... give me more... I’m yours..."

The fifth and sixth followed the same path — proud, angry curses melting into shameless, cock-drunk moaning as Arahan claimed their virginities one after another. The basement filled with the wet sounds of hard fucking, the creaking of beds, and the increasingly lewd cries of once-respectable senior nuns.

By the time Arahan finished with the last one, all six women were a complete mess.

Their habits were bunched uselessly around their waists. Their mature pussies were red, swollen, and gaping openly. Thick white cum poured steadily from every cunt, running down their ass cheeks and pooling on the bedsheets. Their faces were flushed, eyes glassy with overwhelming pleasure and surrender. Legs still tied wide apart, they lay panting, trembling, completely broken.

Lilith stepped forward, voice silky.

"Now... tell everyone who you support as the next Holy Son."

The six senior nuns, still leaking Arahan’s seed, looked up at him with dazed, worshipful eyes. Their voices came out hoarse but fervent, overlapping in complete submission:

"Arahan..." Veronica moaned first. "Arahan must be the Holy Son... no one else..."

Clara whimpered, cum dripping from her well-fucked hole. "Daniel is unworthy... only Arahan... only his holy cock can lead us..."

Irene gasped, still twitching from aftershocks. "We were wrong... Arahan is the chosen one... we will support him with everything we have..."

The others joined in, voices trembling with newfound devotion:

"He blessed us... filled us... we belong to him now..."

"We will speak for him in every council..."

"Arahan is our true Holy Son..."

Lilith smiled triumphantly as the six freshly claimed senior nuns lay there, legs spread, cunts overflowing with Arahan’s cum, openly pledging their full support for him to become the next Holy Son of the Church.

The last resistance had been broken — not by words, but by relentless fucking and the overwhelming power of Arahan’s holy seed.

Arahan stepped into the dimly lit basement meeting room, his robes open at the front, thick cock already hanging heavy and half-hard between his legs. The six senior nuns tied spread-eagled on the beds jerked their heads toward him, eyes wide with fury and terror.

The moment they saw him, the curses began.

"You disgusting boy!" Sister Veronica spat, tugging uselessly at her ropes. "How dare you defile this holy place with your filthy lust!"

Sister Clara’s voice cracked with rage. "You are no Holy Son — you are a devil! A cock-driven monster who rapes innocent sisters in the house of God!"

Sister Irene screamed, "Get away from us! We know what you do — you fuck them like animals and leave them dripping with your sinful seed! We will never support you!"

The other three joined in, their voices overlapping in a storm of hatred:

"Whoremaster!"

"Blasphemer!"

"Get your unclean cock away from us!"

Arahan said nothing. He simply walked from bed to bed, looking down at their mature, fully exposed bodies — six pairs of trembling thighs forced wide apart, six untouched senior pussies glistening with nervous sweat under the candlelight.

He started with Sister Veronica.

He climbed onto the bed, gripped her hips, and pressed the thick head of his cock against her dry, virgin slit. Veronica snarled through gritted teeth, "I curse you— AHHH!"

Her curse turned into a sharp, broken scream as Arahan thrust forward hard. Her thirty-eight-year-old virgin cunt stretched violently around his thick shaft. Inch after inch disappeared inside her until his heavy balls rested against her ass. A thin line of blood trickled down her crack as her hymen tore.

He didn’t wait. He began fucking her with deep, powerful strokes, the wet slapping sounds echoing in the basement. Veronica’s face twisted in pain, still trying to curse him between sobs:

"You... filthy... bastard— oh God... it’s splitting me—!"

But within a dozen thrusts, her voice cracked. Her tight walls began to flutter and cream around his cock. Her angry sobs slowly melted into unwilling gasps, then into low, shameful moans.

"Ah... ahh... no... don’t... ohhh... it feels..."

Her hips started twitching against her will. Her full breasts bounced wildly with every slam. Soon she was moaning openly, eyes half-lidded.

"Yes... deeper... oh Lord forgive me... it’s so good..."

Arahan pulled out of her dripping, gaping pussy and moved to Sister Clara.

Clara was still cursing when he mounted her. "You will burn in hell for this, you— AHHHH!"

Her scream was louder as Arahan drove into her in one brutal thrust, claiming her virginity. She thrashed on the bed, sobbing, "Monster! I hate you— oh fuck... it’s too big...!"

But her body betrayed her even faster. Her mature cunt flooded with juices around his pistoning cock. Her curses dissolved into desperate, high-pitched moans within minutes.

"Harder... please... I can’t— oh my God, I’m cumming—!"

She came violently, pussy spasming and squirting around his shaft as she wailed in ecstasy.

One by one, Arahan moved down the line.

Sister Irene cursed him viciously until the moment he bottomed out inside her. Then her venomous words turned into broken whimpers, then into throaty, lust-filled moans as he pounded her senseless. She came twice before he filled her.

The fourth senior, Sister Agnes, tried to keep cursing even as he fucked her, but her voice failed completely when her first orgasm hit. She could only sob and moan, "More... give me more... I’m yours..."

The fifth and sixth followed the same path — proud, angry curses melting into shameless, cock-drunk moaning as Arahan claimed their virginities one after another. The basement filled with the wet sounds of hard fucking, the creaking of beds, and the increasingly lewd cries of once-respectable senior nuns.