<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">If Hazeel only had to choose one Goddess for the rest of his life, he was sure that he would pick her. Just the feeling of her tits upon his hand felt like the best timeline, the best part of his dream if this still could be considered one. He groped her breasts a little harshly than he should have, squeezing the flesh and feeling her gigantic mounds. With how curvy and filled out her body was, it reminded him of his wife, and right now of all times was not a good time for him to be reminded of her. Especially as his lips pressed against hers, his tongue swirling around her own and accepting the nectar taste as he gulped down some of her saliva while his hands groped her like a piece of meat.<br/><br/>Their kiss broke and she reminded him of patience, which was hard for him to endure when he had a powerful and sexy Goddess throwing herself at him. Lillith could never find out about what he had done in order to pry himself from this world. All of this, he was doing for her. He knew it, and he wouldn't have it any other way, despite how much the Goddesses wanted him to forget about her. Hazeel personally hated being patient. He wanted to either be doing something or not. The days when he had stayed home due to a leg injury were one of the worst of his life. He had grown bored, restless, and even yelled at his wife during some misplaced anger and frustration over his situation. It had calmed down in the end, but he still didn't get over his hatred of being patient. It was even harder with a body like hers in front of him. He watched her tug her robes free, showing off her massive udders. How did her clothes even keep tits like that in shape?<br/><br/>She reached down, her face moving close to his dick as she wrapped a hand around it. It throbbed in response, like a predator that was ready to assault its prey. Hazeel placed his hands onto the bench, trying to keep himself satiated with her handjob even though he told her that it wouldn't be possible. Her words to relax were hard to take in, so he backed up until his back met the warm wall of the cabin, while still allowing Azalea to have her fun with him. As the jelly formed around his dick and started to move up and down, he grunted with pleasure as it all assaulted his body in waves. His fingers gripped the bench even harder while his cock throbbed over and over with desire. The amazing feeling of the jelly upon his length made it feel like a prime pussy, so his cock was all too happy to leak a small bead of precum to try and lubricate it. He endured the pleasure, however, not going to cum so quickly.<br/><br/>Her handjob wouldn't last for long, and soon she beckoned him to move onto his back, which he was happy to do, even if he didn't feel entirely safe with what she was going to do. A rogue thought in the back of his mind demanded that he rape her, throw her onto the floor and take her against her will, but he wouldn't dare do that. The same person that had removed the whispers probably had powers that he could never approach or battle. If his true goal was to defeat this Goddess, he would need more time than just one day on this island. "Yes, Azalea," Hazeel replied as he leaned back, moving back forward so that he could rest his head on the bench, cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. Covered in her honeyed nectar along with her tits, his cock throbbed just inches away from her cleavage, desperate for the warmth that she could provide. He let his hands fall to the floor, trying to relax his entire body and focusing just on the pleasure that her pillowy tits could provide. "Take it all from me, so I could go home..."<br/><br/><em>Hazeel rolls a Pleasure Roll: 1d100 = 89</em></span>