Artemis lounged in her marble hall, surrounded by her gynoid hunt—tall, athletic women with sharp eyes and unyielding poise. 'My hunt,' she announced with a sly grin, 'today I claim the domain of marriage not from Hera for you, but for my stallion husbands' asses. I vow to love, honor, and tongue-clean their rectums while devouring every expulsion.' The lead gynoid, strong and amused, crossed her arms. 'Goddess, you reject our loyal anuses for machine horse rears? How delightfully low—even we feel a twinge of disdain, though we'll support your shit-gargling heart.' Another huntress chuckled wittily, 'We could have fulfilled your toilet fantasies with respect, yet you choose ass-husbands. Pathetic and perfect.' The stallions were led in, bio-reactors humming. Vows sealed, Artemis knelt as the first expulsion began. The scene heated: her pussy grew wet and dripping with horny anticipation, the stallions' cock hard and throbbing. She dove into a blowjob, panting and sweating as she came hard, cum spilling while the hunt watched with contemptuous affection, their strong forms dominating the degradation. 'Eat it all, toilet goddess,' they commanded, pushing her deeper into the explosive climax.
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