Capítulo 439: God of Chaldea (Family Guy/FGO)
A/N: God of Chaldea was a commissioned one shot originally written back in June of this year. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Themes: Slutty, Gangbang, Master/Slave
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Waking up with a yawn, Barghest stretches her arms high over her head, the massive, big-breasted amazon of a woman wiggling about for a moment before remembering where she is… and who she now serves. With a bright smile on her face, the blonde Lady Knight looks to her left and calls out cheerfully.
"Good morning, Master Griffin!"
It's been a week since Peter Griffin took over Chaldea. Ever since he arrived, he's been fixing up the place. All the men have been kicked out, killed, or kept as beasts of labor. All the women… well, they have their uses to their beloved Master. Swinging her long, pale legs out from under the covers and off the side of the bed, Barghest sits up, a broad grin on her face.
Obviously, Master Griffin isn't actually in the room with her. Peter Griffin has far too much to be doing to be wasting his time in HER room. There are so many women in Chaldea who all crave his attentions after all, he would never be caught dead spending the night with only one of them… not even her.
Letting out a slightly put-upon sigh and pouting mightily at that thought, Barghest pushes off of the bed, standing up and walking over to kneel in front of what she'd actually been talking to. There, on the wall of her quarters, is a big poster of her Master. The hefty, brown-haired man with his strong cleft-chin is immortalized in Two-D there on the Wall, his eyes staring ever forward as he grins nonchalantly and gives a hearty thumbs up.
Barghest happily prostates herself before the poster of her Master, unable to contemplate doing anything else as she presses her forehead to the floor, her palms down on either side of her face.
"Oooh, Master Griffin. Please allow me to have a good day in service to you. Please allow this wanton servant of yours to carry out your needs and accomplish your goals to the best of my abilities. In your name I pray, amen."
The poster doesn't answer back, but Barghest likes to think she hears her Master's voice in her ear, echoing that amen with one of his own. As it is, with her daily prayer finished, the big-tittied amazon of a woman rises to her feet and moves over to the closet, beginning to get ready for her day. As she does so, she finds herself mentally going over the Commandments of Peter Griffin, set down by their beloved Master on his second day in Chaldea. Needless to say, all the women of Chaldea religiously followed those commandments to the best of their abilities.
The first was obvious. Every woman was expected to direct all their love and worship to the most handsome, manliest, sexiest stud there was… Peter Griffin.
The other Commandments were honestly minor in the face of that one, though the women of Chaldea treated them with no less importance. They were things like not going out of their quarters without proper makeup on, and always doing their best to look as sexy as possible. All the women of Chaldea were expected to wear clothes that showed off their tits, asses, and other sexy features.
In fact, the only tits allowed in Chaldea anymore were those of E-cup or bigger. It was an easy enough feat for Barghest, seeing how buxom the 'Faerie Knight' was, but for some girls, they'd had to turn to magic or rely upon some enhancement effects, or risk getting kicked out of Chaldea altogether. Master Griffin didn't have the time or inclination for any women who didn't match his… mm, expectations.
Soon enough, Barghest is ready for her day… at least, physically. Her makeup is all done, and she's wearing a super skimpy, super slutty dress that accentuates her curves and leaves almost nothing to the imagination. But rather than walk towards the door and leave her quarters, the massive blonde amazon steps over to the poster, walking up to it and blushing bright red even though it's not really him.
"H-Hey Master… how are you d-doing? You're looking r-really sexy today. Um… I l-like your shirt~"
She's wearing girly makeup, and even batting her eyelashes at the poster as she practices her flirting. Needless to say, for a Lady Knight like Barghest, wearing so much makeup and such skimpy outfits isn't something she's used to… but she wants so badly to be a good little slut for Chaldea's new God. Because that's what Master Griffin is. It's undeniable. Inviolate, even. Peter Griffin is the God of Chaldea, and Barghest and all the other women of Chaldea are helpless before his divine power.
"You… you… oooh I can't hold myself back!"
Even though he's not there, even though it's not really her Master… Barghest can't help herself. Losing control, the busty blonde all but lunges forward. Throwing herself at the poster, she covers it in slobbery kisses, rubbing her large tits against it while her hands disappear between her legs, playing with her wet pussy.
She's getting lip stick marks all over the Two-D representation of Peter Griffin, slobbering and slurping away at his cleft-chin and his pronounced plump lips. The God of Chaldea stands before her, only a mere copy… and yet, it's more than enough for her in this moment. Eyes fluttering expressively, Barghest quivers in abject ecstasy as she brings herself off while making out with a literal picture, kissing the wall of all things simply because it has her beloved Master's face on it.
"Master! Master, I'm cumming! Watch me, Master! Watch me cum for you!"
With a pig-like squeal, eyes crossed, and nose scrunched back from how she's pressing into the poster, Barghest squirts all over the lower part of the wall and the floor between her legs. Said legs tremble atop the high heels she's still getting used to wearing, even as she shudders and quivers in bliss. Of course, Master Griffin wasn't even really there. He was elsewhere, his needs tended to by other women of Chaldea…
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On this fine morning, Peter Griffin awoke in the middle of a small swarm of women in the depths of his new palace. Each of the gorgeous, sexy bimbos were clamoring for his attention and cock from the moment he had woken up. A half hour later, most of them were already laid out on the ground, exhausted from him fucking them silly.
Several others still clung to his legs however, begging for more.
"Please Master Griffin, please!"
"Fuck me more, Master Griffin, I need it!"
"I want your coooock Master Griffin! Give me coooock!"
Each and every one of them was coated inside and out with cum. And considering Peter was the last free man in all of Chaldea, one could imagine where all of that sticky, messy cum had come from. Not that Peter was paying most of them any mind. No, the new God of Chaldea was too busy with the woman on top of his cock at the moment. The gorgeous Pirate Queen, Anne Bonny.
"Looks like I got the booty, ehehehe!"
Peter's signature laugh draws plenty of giggles from all the sluts in the room, even as their handsome and oh-so-funny Master fucks Anne's cunt hard and fast. The Pirate Queen had been wearing a cute white and black bikini top with frills and a bow in the front, as well as a pair of blue jean booty shorts… but those are long discarded. At this point, Anne Bonny is wearing nothing but a metal collar around her neck, and a white and black pirate captain's hat atop her head.
Her face contorts into nothing but ecstasy and pleasure, her eyes crossed and her lips forming into a small O with how hard they're pursed as she moans out wantonly while bouncing up and down on his dick. The blonde Pirate Queen's body bounces and jiggles with her, her buxom form completely exposed as she rides Peter's prodigious pecker to kingdom cum.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
At the same time, Peter spanks Anne's huge ass while it claps up and down upon his large belly, his cock squeezed by her clenching, gushing cunny while his palm descends upon her reddened derriere again and again and again.
All around them are the other sluts that Peter has already fucked this day. Each and every one of them wants another turn though, including the once mighty Goddess, Quetzalcoatl, another blonde beauty with huge assets and a rocking body… both of which are absolutely coated in Peter's jizz already as she kisses his feet along with some of the others.
"Please Master Griffin! Please fuck me next!"
"Just one more go, Master Griffin! I just need one more turn!"
"N-No! I need it more, damn you!"
Peter just laughs some more at how abjectly needy and lustful all of the women around him are. With a cheery grin, he reaches up and around to grab Anne's tits. This in turn gives the blonde Pirate Queen the orgasm of her life as he squeezes down HARD on her breasts while also fucking up into her deeper than any man has ever done before.
Just as he's dumping a hot thick load of his seed into Anne Bonny, finishing up the morning gangbang session, Peter glances over to see the beautiful Leonardo Da Vinci painting the scene. One of the only women in the room still dressed, the brunette inventor is clad in a blue and gold string bikini, as well as a red slip.
Of course, both the red slip and her bikini bottoms are pulled aside. Peter would be pleased to know that she's doing a wonderful job of painting the scene and capturing the blissful and altogether stupid-slut expression on Anne Bonny's face… despite the fact that her other hand is buried between her thighs. Yes, even as Da Vinci paints the scene of her Master and all those women begging him to fuck them, she's touching herself to the sight, masturbating and moaning wantonly all the while.
As he finishes up with Anne, Peter doesn't hesitate to stand. All of the mewling sluts covered in his cum both inside and out whine piteously, but he ignores them, stepping over them all and leaving them, as well as the freshly fucked Pirate Queen, to wallow in his cum. Abandoning them all where they lay, Peter makes his way over to Da Vinci and turns around to see the painting.
Letting out an impressed whistle, the fat man nods his head in approval. The painting looks amazing, portraying him as the God he is, standing tall over the clamoring, horny sluts below him. Each and every one is a testament to his virility. Da Vinci has managed to capture the beauty of every single bitch he's fucked this morning. All of them were once queens, legends, and goddesses, and it shows in Da Vinci's incredible skill.
Just as it also shows that those beauties have, each and every one, been laid low by their Master's big fat cock and prodigious appetites. Their beauty, their gorgeous divinity, only feeds further into his own divinity and legend. If they are all amazing, then he is awe-inspiring, for he is the man who has conquered every last one of them.
All of this and more is conveyed through Da Vinci's art, and after a long moment, Peter chuckles.
"Good shit, Da Vinci!"
Blushing profusely at being so close to her God, the brunette nervously tucks some hair behind an ear and bats her eyelashes as she pushes her tits together in front of her with a smile.
"O-Oh… I'm so glad you like it, Master. Have I… have I earned a reward?"
Peter looks at the art, and then at Da Vinci, and then at the art again. Then, he lets out his signature laugh and steps up to the beautiful flesh and blood painter.
"Ehehehehe!"
Grabbing hold of her tits right then and there, Peter yanks Da Vinci up out of her stool and gives her the wettest, sloppiest kiss of her damn life. He practically tears her bikini top off in the process, shredding it beneath impossible powerful fingers. If Da Vinci weren't a Servant, he might very well have hurt her with those sausage-like digits that nevertheless have so much strength behind him.
As it is, the feeling is just very, very rough… something that the once high-minded inventor absolutely loves as she gurgles happily into her Master's mouth while receiving his slobbering attention. Just a little bit of kissing and Da Vinci's eyes roll back in her head. She cums explosively right there in his arms without him having to do anything else.
Letting go of her as Da Vinci spasms and seizes up in bliss, Peter snickers as she falls to the floor, dropped there and shuddering with her eyes remaining rolled up in her skull.
Gazing back over the rest of the women in the room, some of them still insensate as well but many more looking at him hopefully while touching themselves for his viewing pleasure, Peter sticks a pinky in his ear for a moment in thought. Then, he pulls it out and shrugs.
"I'm going for a walk."
There are some moans if disappointment at that, but none of the women try to gain say their beloved Master. After all, when the God of Chaldea speaks, his words are sacrosanct. There's nothing to be argued, nothing to be talked about. He has spoken, and it is up to them to accept his decision and obey his edicts to the letter.
As such, as Peter turns and begins to walk out of the room, no one save for one move to follow. By choosing to go for a walk, he's effectively said he's done with everyone in the room. As such, they all turn on one another, falling into an all lesbian orgy of feminine flesh that nevertheless won't satisfy even a single one of them as much as another chance with their God will.
There's but one exception to this… the armored titan Artoria Pendragon walks over and follows Peter out. As Master Griffin's loyal bodyguard, the buxom spear-wielding King is able to control herself slightly better than most of his sluts… but if one looks closely, they can tell it's only barely better. Indeed, despite being covered from head to toe in plate armor, Artoria's legs knock together a bit as they walk, her arms trembling as she holds her spear.
Luckily, Peter is the God of Chaldea, and untouchable within its land, because otherwise Artoria would make for a rather lousy bodyguard indeed.
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Outside of Master Griffin's new palace, lies a town. There, large statues of the God of Chaldea can be seen being erected in his honor. All over the place, statues in the likeness of Peter Griffin are being pushed up onto their bases. Both big and small, these statues allow the women of the town to worship their God, to pray to him day and night, to thank him every single day they're alive for the submissive bliss they get to live in.
In the midst of all of this, two women can be found in a store, buying the latest book from the famous author, Murasaki Shikibu. In fact, they're quite literally buying them from her herself, as it's Murasaki who's running the book shop. The two women, meanwhile, are actually quite similar in appearance to one another. Far from identical, they're nevertheless very close. The reason why is rather obvious… one is Jeanne d'Arc, and the other is her alternate counterpart, Jeanne Alter.
Enemies in the past, Jeanne and Jeanne Alter's animosity and deep enmity for one another has been quelled by a powerful and altogether equal lust for Master Griffin. Their God commands them to set aside their differences for his pleasure, and so of course they happily do so. Beaming, Jeanne speaks for both of them as she and Jeanne Alter stand arm in arm, the former wearing a blue and white bikini, while the latter wears black and red in the same fashion.
"Two copies of 'Joys of Peterphilia' please!"
Beaming happily, Murasaki nods her head as she brings out the novels.
"Of course! I've spent the entire week since our beloved Master Griffin arrived writing this piece, so I hope you both enjoy! Ah, but as far as payment is concerned… that'll be twenty seconds of making out each, please."
There was no more money in Chaldea. Or rather, there was, but it all belonged to Peter Griffin, as was just. The women of Chaldea weren't allowed to own property any more. Even the clothes they were wearing belonged to their Master, obviously. But every society needed some form of currency, to be able to trade things between themselves. In this case, the women of Chaldea had taken to trading things like makeout sessions, or even prized bottles of Master Griffin's cum, and much, much more.
Really, even their trading was a form of worship to their Master, for there was always a slim chance he might happen upon them while they were making out. Maybe he'd see them and get the urge to fuck the lucky girls. Of course, that wasn't likely here, since the two versions of Jeanne were in an enclosed bookstore with Murasaki, and no one else was around.
Still, that doesn't stop them from paying up. Each Jeanne leans over the counter, paying the gorgeous raven-haired author by making out with her for twenty seconds apiece. Even though it's only been a week, this is already as normal to them as just handing over cash would be. Both women swap spit with Murasaki, rubbing their tits against her tits, before ultimately pulling back and taking their respective copies of 'Joys of Peterphilia' off the counter in front of her.
With their lipstick smudged, the two copies of Jeanne d'Arc beam at Murasaki, squishing their new novels back against their fat chests.
"Thank you very much, Miss!"
"Yeah… thanks…"
"Of course, girls! Be sure to come back next week, I'll have a new book by then, I'm sure! And yes, it will of course be focused on our Lord and Savior, Master Griffin!"
As soon as they're outside, Jeanne Alter has her nose buried in the book, drooling over some of the artwork in it. The naked visage of Peter Griffin stares out at her from what feels like every other page, but she doesn't mind. No, rather, it's the exact opposite. She loves it, she loves being able to look at him. She ogles him like he's some kind of Adonis figure… which to her and every other woman in Chaldea, he very much is.
Seeing this, the original Jeanne d'Arc sidles up to her twin and giggles airily.
"Ahhh, he's so handsome, isn't he? I just want his big fat cock inside of me again… don't you, Alter? You're certainly drooling enough all over your brand new book…"
Jeanne Alter flushes and hurriedly wipes the back of her mouth as she sputters indignantly and immediately tries to deny it.
"N-No… I mean… I'd do it if he asked, but it's not l-like I LIKE him or anything. Master G-Griffin is just the God of Chaldea. We're SUPPOSED to worship him and his big fat cock… t-that's all!"
Giggling infectiously, Jeanne steps in closer, pressing her tits against those of her twins, causing Jeanne Alter to gasp as their faces end up mere inches apart.
"Oh yeah? You mean… you don't love his big, huge cock pounding your tight little pussy? You don't cum just from the thought of having his hands on your tits? You don't want his sloppy wet kisses all over your face?"
Alter blushes harder and harder, getting more and more turned on with every word as she sputters and squirms and wiggles in Jeanne d'Arc's grasp. Until finally…
"O-Okay FINE! I'm a Peterphile! I love his cock! D-Damn it, is that what you wanted to hear?!"
Jeanne snickers and nods, pulling back and freeing Alter's book from where it'd gotten a little trapped between their tits. Immediately, no longer trying to hide it or able to pretend any longer, Alter proceeds to kiss the book, staining the portrait of Peter on the front cover riding a stallion with her black lipstick.
"Oooh, please Master… please pay attention to me again soon. Please fuck me again, even if it has to be with this… this blonde bimbo brat! I don't c-care!"
Jeanne just giggles and even though she has her own book, teases Alter by stealing hers and kissing it too, getting her pink lipstick all over it as well.
"That's not a bad idea! We SHOULD fuck him together. Imagine him coating us both in his cum!"
Before Alter can even muster up a reply, Jeanne grabs her and pulls her back in for another kiss, the two of them making out heatedly. In between kisses, Jeanne continues to talk about how badly she wants their Master to fuck them… and Alter can't help but do the same.
"Mm, I want him inside of me so bad!"
"Mwah! Yes, I d-do too! I won't lie a-anymore."
"Nnngh, that's g-good! It's important to be truthful about your love for Master Griffin!"
"Haaah, I will, I will! Master Griffin! Master Griffin!"
"Master Griffin! Master Griffin!"
Their talking reduced to them moaning Peter's name together, pushing their massive tits against one another, the two versions of Jeanne wiggle and writhe and mewl helplessly, forced to set their differences aside for their beloved Master. So caught up in it as they are, they don't even realize it at first… some of those 'Master Griffins' they're hearing aren't coming from them!
The screams soon fill the air and make them pull apart, however. They aren't screams of fear or panic… but of excitement, the sort of screams you'd expect to hear from fangirls seeing a super star or sports star for the first time. And at this point, there's only one person who fits that category in all of Chaldea. Eyes widening, Jeanne d'Arc and Jeanne Alter share a glance, realizing that their beloved Master, the God of Chaldea, must be taking a walk through town!
"Come on, let's go!"
"R-Right, we don't want to miss it!"
The two women clutch their books closely, even as they run over, joining dozens of other women of all different pedigrees fangirling out and worshipping the very ground that their beloved God is currently walking upon.
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As soon as women see him, they flock to him. The reaction from Artoria is immediate.
"Back, you horny wenches! Back with you!"
Of course, the women of the town are no pushovers themselves. Even enclosed in her full plate armor, even wielding her incredibly powerful spear, Artoria Pendragon alone would not truly be enough to keep them at bay. No, what actually keeps them all at bay is their submission to Master Griffin. Their God walks among them, and not a single one can even fathom raising a hand against him, even for the purposes of getting him to fuck them.
Still, that doesn't stop some of them from trying to tempt him, even as Peter Griffin makes his way through the streets, his glasses flashing somewhat as his eyes take in the gorgeous sights all around him. Women blow kisses at him, make out with one another, and even throw their bras and panties onto his shoulders and head as they beg for him to fuck them.
"Please Master! Please use this worthless sow to your heart's content!"
"No, me Master! Fuck me first! I beg of you!"
"I w-want it! I need it! Master's cock… I masturbate to the thought of it for three hours every night before bed!"
"That's nothing! I don't even sleep, I just touch myself all night long to the thought of Master Griffin fucking me!"
Amongst these many women are some notable faces. For instance, the once stoic assassin, Charlotte Corday, happily rips her top open, the buttons of her button-up blouse flying everywhere and releasing her huge tits as she bounces up and down for him.
"Master Griffin! Master Griffin! Please, I'd gladly kill for you if you just told me who needed to die!"
At the same time Yu Mei-ren, a master-class warrior, pulls out her spear and… proceeds to stab it into the ground, using it as an impromptu pole and spinning around it like a stripper as she shakes her ass and tits for Peter.
"Fuck me, Master Griffin! Take me!"
And then there's others. Like Nero Claudius, the Emperor of Roses. The beautiful blonde rips her bra off and throws it at her Master, managing to skillfully get one cup over one of Peter's eyes for a moment and draw his attention to her as she grins brightly and haughtily.
"Your cock belongs in true royalty, Master! Grace this Emperor with your fine member, and I promise you won't regret it!"
Around this time, Jeanne and Jeanne Alter arrive on the scene. The twins happily and giddily makeout with one another, and in between kisses they try to make him choose them as well.
"Please, mm, Master! We, nngh, need your cock!"
"W-We, mwah, love you, mmph, Master Griffin!"
Women throw their bras and wet panties alike onto him, until he's draped in gifted undergarments. They blow kisses, they scream and squeal their love for their Master at the top of their lungs, and they beg for his cock as best as they can. It's a frankly ludicrous sight, or it would be if there was anyone NOT partaking in the insanity… but there isn't. Every last woman is as excited as the next, and all of them want a piece of their Master.
They're like an insane, frantic horde of zombies, only held back slightly by Artoria Pendragon… but most of all, held back by their slavish submissive devotion to the God of Chaldea.
It's not like he couldn't fuck them… in fact, even though it's only been a week, Peter has fucked every single woman he lays eyes on at least once before. But really, if he stopped to fuck every slut who asked for it, he'd never get anything done. Still, the God of Chaldea soaks up the love and praise, giving his signature laugh as the women all around him beg for his love and cum.
And… joy of joys, he also has a special gift for all of them this time. As he pulls up the bag and lifts it high into the air, the crowd goes absolutely silent, eyes going wide at what they see. After all, the bag is a mesh laundry hamper… and it's filled to the brim with his dirty laundry.
"Such good girls… here's a little token of my appreciation, ehehehehe!"
Grabbing a fistful of his dirty clothing out of the bag, Peter begins to throw it all around him. It's not like he actually needs to do his laundry anymore. As the God of Chaldea, as the only person in the entire place who's allowed to own property, he is effectively rich… more than rich, he's their Master. He has an endless supply of new clothes provided to him daily, his closet always restocked with his signature white top, green pants, and white underwear whenever he wants them.
As such, it makes sense for him to… heh, give back to the community so to speak. Rather than 'waste' his dirty laundry on something as plebian and banal as washing and reusing it, why not give it out as gifts to his most devoted servants?
Needless to say, the moment he starts tossing out clothing that has graced HIS august and rotund body, the women all around him start going even crazier than before, fighting and screaming for it like there's no tomorrow.
One among them, Zenobia, a once mighty and powerful Queen now reduced to yet another pig-slut desperate for her Master's cock, manages to catch Master Griffin's underwear, and eagerly and greedily presses it against her face. Sniffing at it, Zenobia shakes with lust and arousal, the tanned, white-haired woman quivering in abject ecstasy as her eyes threaten to roll up in her head right then and there.
As she snorts up the musk of her Master's undies, Nero Claudius, Emperor of Roses, squawks and runs over with a snarl.
"You are not worthy!"
Grabbing at the underwear, the blonde proves ready to fight the former Queen for it.
"What?! What makes you any more worthy than I?! I caught it! They're mine!"
As Peter watches on, the two argue and bicker, eventually devolving into a catfight between them that leaves them tearing what little clothing they still had on off of one another. However, just as quickly as things devolve into a cat fight, they rapidly turn into something more… harmonious, as the two women suddenly develop an interest in one another that's more carnal than hostile.
Making peace right before their Master's watchful gaze, Zenobia and Nero end up kissing one another and moaning and molesting each other as they rub their tits against the used underwear stuck between their two prodigious chests. Watching this for a moment longer, Peter snickers and nods his approval before turning elsewhere.
After a moment of looking around, the God of Chaldea picks out one lucky woman to give something special to.
"You! Come here!"
Charlotte Corday's eyes widen, and the assassin eagerly hops forward, no trace of her once stoic personality left in her… at least not where Master Griffin was concerned. All she cared about was serving him to the best of her abilities.
"Yes, Master?! Is there someone you need me to kill?!"
"No. Give me a handjob."
As he gives the order, Peter swipes Charlotte's hat off of her head and takes his cock out. Eyes lighting up in reverence, devotion, and adoration, Charlotte eagerly begins doing just that, stroking his cock with her hand. Meanwhile, Peter reaches up and grabs her by the back of her head, yanking her in for a deep, tongue-filled kiss. The assassin positively melts into his slobbery, sloppy kissing.
Making out with him until she's weak in the knees and coated in his slobber, Charlotte is not the one to end their fun. No, that'd be her Master, who pulls away from her just in time to groan as he holds her hat under his cock, which she's still stroking even now. He cums inside of her hat right then and there, and keeps cumming as well, splooging for what might have been minutes.
By the time he's done, her hat is filled to the brim. With another round of his signature laughter, Peter upturns the hat and slaps it back down on top of Charlotte's head, leaving her orgasming explosively as she feels his seed drenching her hair and pouring down all sides of her skull.
As their Master steps away and the brunette assassin collapses to her knees from sheer reverent ecstasy, all the other women race forward to lick the God of Chaldea's cum off of her face and tits. Some even go so far as to drive their tongues into her mouth to see if they can get any from her maw before she can swallow it down.
Snickering at the incredibly lewd sight, Peter gestures for Astoria to follow him as they leave the crowd of whores and sluts behind and make their way deeper into town. In front of them, perhaps a hundred feet away, is a massive church that dominates the center of the village. That is their ultimate destination, and with his loyal armored bodyguard ever dogging his heels, the God of Chaldea walks forward… towards a place of worship geared solely towards one concept and one concept only.
Serving Him.
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"Our God of Chaldea, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come; thy will be done. Give us this day our daily seed and forgive us our trespasses. Lead us into temptation and deliver us to your feet so that we might worship your glorious member."
Within the church, Kiara Sessyoin, known as both the Devil's Bodhisattva and the Last Prophet once upon a time, leads a prayer in their Master's name. Wearing a skimpy black dress and a white veil over her head, the slutty nun motions to the large statue of Peter that dominates the front of the Church. The attendees, all women of course, happily pray to Peter along with her.
"In your name we pray, as your loyal Peterphiles… Amen!"
""AMEN!""
As they happily declare themselves all as Peterphiles, Kiara beams, the nun clasping her hands in front of her, a particularly lewd and crude smile on her lips.
"Everyone, please be seated."
Rising from their kneeling positions, the attendees take their seats, all of them staring with reverence at the statue of their God while Kiara gives a sermon on the importance of worshipping him.
"Master Griffin is not just the Alpha and Omega. He is the Beginning, the Middle, and the End. All of our stories were meaningless before Master Griffin came along. Consider this… what was your purpose, before you came to know of Master Griffin? I can tell you all this plain and simple truth, here and now… your purpose was nothing in the face of the purpose you hold now."
Nodding and raised hands in worship fills the church, along with quiet 'Amens' from here and there among Kiara's congregation.
"Forget your old lives. Forget your previous existences. Devoting yourselves to Master Griffin is the only choice, the only option. He is the reason for the season, the point of ALL of our otherwise meaningless existences. You will all serve- Master Griffin!"
For a brief moment, Kiara's tone change doesn't quite register. But then everyone realizes she's stopped her sermon short, and they look to where she's looking. Eyes widen among the Last Prophet's congregation as all of the Church Attendees see the man himself, their glorious messiah, standing there in the entrance of the Church.
Needless to say, as he steps inside with a wicked grin on his face, all of the women go absolutely wild. They keep their butts in their seats, knowing not to crowd him, but even still, that doesn't stop them from trying to draw his eye.
"Master Griffin, over here! Look at my tits! They're yours! All yours!"
"Master Griffin, I worship the ground you walk on! Please, spit in my mouth!"
"No, spit in mine!"
"Please Master, just one kiss!"
"Fuck me, Master Griffin, please fuck me!"
Peter ignores them all, of course. They are but ants before their God. Walking up to Kiara, he grins as the perverse nun bows low before him. Giving her a simple nod, the God of Chaldea turns and regards the congregation, before finally speaking.
"I've decided that today is a holiday! Horny Sluts Day! And the point of that holiday is to feed your God and let him fuck you all silly! Let's begin!"
It's not like any of them particularly need a holiday for that, but the women in the Church all happily agree all the same. Some of them even burst into tears of joy, getting so emotional over it, welcoming the holiday to come and kissing one another as a way to celebrate it.
In no time at all, the congregation turns the whole church area, inside and out, into a strip club at a shockingly quick rate. But then to be fair, it's not quite so shocking when you realize Kiara Sessyoin herself is the one who leads the rapid transformation, the Devil's Bodhisattva all too eager to defile and disgrace her Church if its in Peter Griffin's name.
Women impale spears and staves into the ground and begin dancing around them like stripper poles. They hang up their Master's underwear in every entryway they can and treat it like mistletoe, kissing underneath it as other women exchange gifts.
Calamity Jane, for instance, almost shyly gifts Francis Drake a bottle of Peter's cum that she's been saving for just the right special moment. Then, the two notice that Kiara is holding some of their Master's undies over their heads. Giggling, they happily enter a warm, enthusiastic, and incredibly slutty embrace, happily making out with one another as other sluts follow suit.
Watching all of this, Peter beams as food is brought out. Lounging on his side, he begins to pluck some grapes and eat them, while considering how best to set up a proper cut away. Finally coming to a decision, the God of Chaldea sits up and nods to his armored guardian, Artoria.
"Ditch the armor and have some fun, slut!"
Artoria Pendragon might have been able to resist her own urges, but she could never resist her beloved Master's commands. No woman could possibly hold themselves back before such divinity. Happily obeying, Artoria tears her armor off and drops down to her knees, taking out his cock and pushing it up between her massive breasts as she sucks on the tip. Taking him so deep she begins to choke, Artoria buries her nose in Master Griffin's belly fat.
"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
Looking down at her, Peter grins wickedly.
"Ehehehe! This is even better than that time I found the Holy Grail!"
Immediately, the scene cuts away, as it tends to do whenever the God of Chaldea is… reminiscing.
-x-X-x-
"F-Finally…"
Mordred gazes upon the object of her and everyone else's desires. Finally, after so long, she's done it… nay, they've done it. She's not alone, after all. At her backs stand Artoria Pendragon and Morgan Le Fay, her two mothers. Don't… ask how that works.
What matters is, their long Quest is at an end. When that fat bastard first showed up at Chaldea, Mordred had known something was wrong immediately. But no one seemed to listen. Things went from bad to worse with lightning speed too, leaving her, Artoria, and Morgan with just one option… they had to track down the Holy Grail, and use its immense power to put an end to Peter Griffin's Rise to Power.
Yes, that was what sat in front of them right now. The Holy Grail is right there, on a pedestal naught but a couple feet away. They could use it to wish for anything. Power, riches… immortality, even. But Mordred knows that the only option is using it to stop Peter Griffin in his tracks. Nothing else is mighty enough. Nothing else can put him down at this point, save for an immense magical artifact like this one.
Mordred reaches for it, while also turning her head to ask her comrades how to best word the wish she's about to make on the Grail. However, before she can do so, before she can wrap her hands around the Holy Grail, or even get the first word of her question out… Artoria steps past her and snatches it right up from her grasp.
Mordred and Morgan's eyes widen, as the top-heavy blonde beauty holds the Holy Grail aloft with a wide, wicked grin on her face.
"I wish my family loved Peter Griffin as their Master and God like the horny fucking sluts they truly are! Just like me!"
The Holy Grail glows in her hands as both Mordred and Morgan cry out in outrage at the betrayal.
"Mother, no!"
"Artoria, what have you done?!"
"Ehehehehe, exactly what she was told to, girls."
Stepping out from the shadows, like he'd been there the entire time, the God of Chaldea saunters over and pulls Artoria into a sloppy kiss as the Holy Grail takes her wish and works its magic. Mordred and Morgan Le Fay can only watch, helplessly and hopelessly turned on as Peter smirks at them both, the fat man shrugging his shoulders.
"Sorry cunts. This bitch-sow's been working for me since your little Quest began!"
Artoria Pendragon moans as Peter tosses her back upon a nearby altar and slams home into her, beginning to fuck her right then and there. Obviously, neither Mordred nor Morgan Le Fay have the strength to resist the magic of the Holy Grail. Their Last Hope has been turned into their Downfall, as the two women both break, eagerly submitting to their new Master right there on the spot.
Moaning wantonly, they throw themselves at him, with Mordred descending to slurp and suck at the fat man's sweaty ball sack and Morgan Le Fay, most powerful sorceress of her age, kissing at his belly and lips.
"Please Master, please fuck us next!"
"Yes, we're sorry for fighting you! We know now, we belong to our Master!"
-x-X-x-
The cut away ends, and we return to the present as girls are filling cups with wine and saving up bottles of his cum while Peter sits at a table, letting his sluts get drunk and party all around him. Many, many whores bring out numerous plates of food, which Peter happily pigs out on, scarfing it all down by the plateful and making a huge mess at the same time.
Yet, even though he might look like a disgusting slob to normal people and in more polite company, the women of Chaldea all see his behavior as cute and charming, happily flirting with him as he pigs out.
"Here Master, try these Chicken Wings!"
"No, have a slice of pizza next!"
"Oooh, Master always knows just how to eat~"
A large cake is soon rolled over to him by Artoria, set up in the colors of her and her family. As soon as its in place, both Mordred and Morgana, the former much top heavier than she was previously, come bursting out of it. Frosting coats their massive racks as they strip and dance, entertaining their lord with their wanton actions.
Peter is worshipped like the God he is as women line up for the chance to feel his cock pounding inside of them. They're quite organized about it, not that Peter really cares. He picks whoever he wants when he wants, grabbing them at his leisure and sticking them on his cock.
As he points one sausage finger at the Jeanne sisters, the twins coo and giggle happily.
"Yes, Master! Thank you for choosing us!"
"We have something special to show you!"
Jeanne and Jeanne Alter remove their tops, showing that they've written the word PETERPHILE on both of their chests with some lipstick. As they beg for his cock, Peter looks at them and chuckles, his glasses flashing as he gazes at Alter in particular.
"Heh, you've certainly had a change in attitude, haven't you? Ehehehe!"
Blushing profusely, the once taciturn and altogether tsundere Jeanne Alter flushes and blushes, actually giving her Master a smile.
"I adore you, Master! I finally accepted that this is right where I belong!"
She kisses him at that, and Peter grabs her by the ass, giving it a good hard squeeze as his tongue invades her mouth. Then, she and her twin get down on their knees and take his cock in their mouths together, servicing him side by side. In the meantime, Peter keeps eating, paying them only the slightest attention.
Indeed, his attention span is fleeting, and he really doesn't have much focus for any one or even two women. This is not considered a character flaw by the women of Chaldea, however. After all, how can their God even HAVE any flaws? No, rather… everything he is and everything he does is already perfect, so really…
With a grunt, Peter cums all over the Jeanne sisters' faces. Immediately, they begin making out as they pull away, rubbing the cum between their tits and sharing more of it in a deep, tongue-filled kiss.
After them comes Zenobia, the once mighty and powerful Queen still sniffing at his underwear like the obsessed addict she is. Sauntering up to the table like a whore rather than a Queen, Zenobia proceeds to stuff her Master's dirty undergarments in between her tits, before bending over and reaching back to spread her pussy wide.
Standing up, the God of Chaldea slams her face into the table and fucks her from behind, plowing into her hard and fast and making quite the mess of her as he rails her on top of some of the food he was eating. Not that Zenobia minds one bit. From the very beginning, her eyes are already half-rolled back in her head just from sniffing at his underwear. Her body shakes and jiggles with every impact as he slams into her hungering twat over and over again.
She takes it until he's done, and Peter leaves her with cum dripping out of her cunt, the woman still sniffing at his underwear.
Finally, Artoria, Mordred, and Morgan get his attentions. Gone is all trace of resistance, the Holy Grail having done it's work all too well. Artoria had wished that Mordred and Morgan would love and worship Peter just as much as she did… and the beautiful buxom blonde was a complete degenerate, a filthy fuck-sow who absolutely adored her Master with all her heart.
As such, Mordred and Morgan are the exact same way. That said, while the God of Chaldea might have a short memory, it's only been a few days since they tried to act against him. As such, Peter hasn't quite forgiven Mordred or Morgan Le Fay yet. Neither has actually been graced with his cock by this point. Instead, whenever Peter is going to fuck one of the family of three, he fucks Artoria Pendragon.
This time is no different, with his loyal bodyguard getting to bounce up and down on his cock while Mordred and Morgan are reduced to moaning wantonly on either side of him, begging for his forgiveness.
"P-Please Master! We're so sorry! Please fuck us!"
"We'll do anything! Just tell us what we have to do to earn your forgiveness!"
But they get nothing from Peter. Not verbally, anyways. No, instead, as Artoria bounces up and down on his cock, her massive tits riding along his huge fat belly and her cunt squelching and clenching down along his dick, Master Griffin simply rolls out his hands and sticks his middle and ring fingers up into the air in invitation.
This is all Mordred and Morgan can hope to get from their Master and God until he forgives them. So, without hesitation, the two women tear off their clothing, stripping themselves naked. Then, they crouch over his digits, grabbing his thick, sausage-like fingers and inserting them up into them. Wanton moans soon erupt from their lips as they settle onto his fat digits.
To be fair, a man like Peter Griffin has fingers that are as big as a lesser man's cock. Both Mordred and Morgan are squealing and creaming themselves on his digits in no time flat. But at the same time, they're able to see Artoria impaling herself again and again on their Master's godly, massive slab of fuck meat.
His dick, the biggest phallic shape they've ever laid their eyes upon, is so very inviting, so very… very enticing. Mordred and Morgan want nothing more than to feel it inside of them, but alas… they haven't earned that yet. And it might be some time more before they do.
Meanwhile, as the family of three ride his cock and fingers, news spreads throughout Chaldea about the party at the Church and the holiday that Peter has announced. Now, parties celebrating and venerating and worshipping their beloved God are a dime a dozen… but parties started by Master Griffin and also ATTENDED by him… not so much.
More and more women flock to the Church-turned-Nightclub as the night continues. Dancing and partying, all of them are there in hopes that they'll be one of the lucky few to draw Peter's eye and get fucked that night. Over a hundred women surround the God of Chaldea. Each of them had their own legend. Each of them had their own story. Some were Queens. Some were Warriors. Some were monstrous calamities made manifest with unfathomable power. All of it has been rendered meaningless by their love for their Master.
Meanwhile, Peter Griffin enjoys another day in paradise, cackling all the while with that signature laugh of his.
"Ehehehehe!"
-x-X-x-
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