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Ghost was traversing the tunnels just outside of Hallownest. He had been shot by a mantis and now had to travel back and defeat his Void spirit before continuing deeper into Hallownest. He couldn’t just accept all that lost Geo and the limiter put on his soul wasn’t great either. The trek was a bit long, getting to the hive was a pain, however something wasn' t right.
All the bees were gone. Not a royal guard was to be seen around the tunnels, and further there were odd noises coming down from the hallway. The little Knight drew his nail, slowly creeping down the hallway. His little bug feet making little thuds as he moves up to the corner, the hive’s dull orange glow of the hive walls reflected off his little cloak and mask as he turned around the corner—
“....!”
Ghost shivered as he saw a truly insane sight. Instead of finding his Shade floating around waiting for a fight. It was being fucked! The normally pretty slender shade looked like it’d been greatly changed. Its shadow pecs were puffy, stomach pudgy, hips wide and fluffy. The pinpricks of light that were his Shade’s eyes had a lewd look, making the void creature look like a horny short stack boi–slut! Ghost could even see a perfect clone of his fat black cock wagging like an excited dog’s tail as the Shade’s void stuffed dump truck was clapped into oblivion by a very odd creature.
A strange pale being that Ghost recognized from wall depictions in civilizations beyond Hallownest. It was a human, a revered creature that could apparently exert an influence over bugs that seemed to extend to his shade too. Its eyes had a cool intensity as he grabbed the Shade’s squishy boi-hips and pumped his insides, creating a massive belly bulge that poked past the Shade’s chest, nearly reaching his chin.
“Such a good little sissy slut,” grunted the Pale One, “your need to breed is even greater than the bees~”
“Oooooohh~” the Shade let out an ethereal groan that echoed throughout the cavern.
“I wonder if this insatiable lust runs in your family?” continued the man, bucking his hips hard.
“....”
Ghost’s cock sprang to life as he heard the man’s pale, hairy sack slap against the Shade’s big black void balls. Every heavy ball CLAP! made the Shade’s cock spew ropes of its “divine soul” over the stone. Ropes of thick essence slapped onto the ground as the Shade lost control, letting out reverberating shouts of pleasure that shook the cavern.
“Oooohhhhhnn!!”
“I’m going to make you fag–preggers! Stuff you full of young you little void whore,” grunted the Pale One.
“....!”
Ghost shuddered as he watched the bulge in the Shade quickly expand, his pudgy little void belly quickly inflated with hot cum. Sticky sludge clogged the Shade’s insides, filling the void inside its soul and making the creature look months pregnant with a massive bug brood. Yet, the Shade seemed to be cooing, letting out a pleasant aura like it was lost in elation.
“Hmmmm, oh it looks like we have an audience?”
“....” Ghost froze, staring at the Pale One as he gave Ghost a little smile.
The Pale One’s pulled his cock out of the Shade’s anus, leaving the void vessel floating in the air as his well used butthole twitched, leaking thick genetic ooze down his taint. However, the real spectacle was Pale One’s breeding stick, unlike most bugs it was veiny with a little hair growing around the base and a fat pink cock head. The length was easily larger than his nail, and thicker too. With a smell that made Ghost shiver even as he watched from far away.
“Like what you see?” asked the Pale One wagging his fat cock at Ghost. The cum still glazing his shaft slopped off in thick ropes that splattered against the floor. A very lewd display of virility, made even more (alluring) disturbing by the fact his cum sacks still looked completely full.
Ghost shivered, instinctively brandishing his nail as he took on a pose ready to fight this wannabe god. However, the Pale One didn’t flinch. If anything he seemed amused by Ghost’s display as he said, “I don’t think it’s me you have to worry about.
“....?” Ghost cocked his head, confused by the humans words but quickly he realized his Shade was gone.
From the shadows long tendrils of void stuff wrapped around Ghost’s body, immediately binding his ankles and arms. The Pale One’s words distracted him for just enough time to let his Shade get the drop on him which would usually mean he was getting killed (again). However, his shade just snaked its tendrils around his body, his plain shadowy face leaning in towards Ghost as he thrashed against he binds.
Y̵͈͕̣̺͊̈́͛̈̇͗̓͝͝ò̶̢̡̨̰̳̳̥͍͈̘͜ͅu̴̺͙̯̔͗r̷̨̛̛̝̰͒͒̑̇͠ ̵̨̞̱̩̰͚̩̈́̽͐̎͐̃̄̐̚̕͠ţ̸̨̱̪̮͕̮̳̦̝̱̻̙̀͒̄ͅͅu̶̯͕̠̫̬̰͙͚̲͋̽̃̀̀̌̀̔͋̃̈́̽̀̒͝ŗ̵̡̜̜̙̼̟͖͎͔̖̻͙̈ņ̸̩̜͙̥͖̯̯̮̟͋̐̂͊͒̿ ̵̣͇̭͔͎̖̥̪̯̱͈̣̈́͛̂̐̓͆̀͌ͅļ̴̧̣̤͓͔͈̩̮̪̿̄̀̊̅́̓̉͐́̓͝i̵̲̩̾t̸͚̗̮̼̗̖̳̭͚͖̰̟̯͝t̵̯̰̯̀̇̅̿̎͒̕͝l̸͕̟̻̾̔̎̈̇̈́̐͐̒̿e̶͍̱͉̳̘̘̰̦͍͋̇̽̈́̆̈́̓̔͜ ̷̙̻͊̔̂̇̋͘̚͠ģ̶̧̟̙̖̜͈̖̤͍̩̖̲͊̊̒̾̈́͋̊̀̚̚͝ḩ̵͙͉͓̤̌̀̈́̑͛̀̽͝͝ͅǫ̶͚̺̲͕̉ͅŝ̵̢͙͖̗̥̺͖͓̙̯̩͖͖̮͛̀́͌̍t̴̨̖̟̦͎̤͔̥̘̪̣̲̜͔̃̔͋̃̓̃̆̂͜
The Shade’s psychic screech hit Ghost like a punch, making his body go limp as the tendrils snaked around his form. So gentle but firm as they bound Ghost’s body, holding him up like a prisoner in manacles as if to present him to the Pale One. Ghost’s little poncho was ripped off and tossed to the side, revealing his athletic, twinky body and the massive bug breeder stick between his legs.
A shock ran up Ghost’s spine as the slick black void tendrils snaked around his arms, teasing the underside of his pecs. The tips of the tendrils rubbed against Ghost’s little nipples. Ghost could feel the Shade’s amusement, he was teasing Ghost and he’d quickly find out what for.
All the Shade’s tendrils started moving towards his orifices, entering his tight butthole and urethra. Wet squelching sounds filled the cavern as Ghost’s Soul was used as makeshift lube, the bright white neon liquid spilled from the tip of his dick and leaked from his quickly stretching anus with every thrust of the tendrils. The initial feelings of discomfort from such unusual penetration were quickly accompanied by mind melting pleasure.
The tentacles stretched Ghost’s cock hole, creating fat knot–like bulges in his cock as the oily black void tendrils squirmed and thrust deeper. Every movement made Ghost leak, his pre-cum sputtering out of his quickly breaking cock. The little bulges twitching as the tendrils twirled, causing the pre–cum to spill onto the cave. A double prostate teasing that could’ve turned any bug into a bitch in just a couple minutes, but then Ghost felt the shade pumping something into his body.
“...!!!”
“Awwww, he’s excited by you little Knight,” commented the Pale One.
Ghost tried to resist, thrashing against the tendrils binding him and even got his arm free but was quickly subjugated as a second tendril entered his asshole. Then a third entered his now loose black bonut (donut like bug butthole~)! All of those tendrils pressed against his walls, molding Ghost’s anus into a fuckhole. Every wiggle slapped his P-spot, breaking down what little resistance he had to sexual torment.
A jolt of pleasure went up little Ghost’s spine, causing his first prostate orgasm. The feeling was equal parts torment and divine. Enough to make Ghost wish his Shade just killed him again, but also more than enough to make his brain feel like it was melting. It was becoming so hard to hang on, and Ghost’s thick white soul infused cum was spilling onto the cave floor in thick ropes. Not even the Shade’s tentacles could stop Ghost’s cum, but the shade didn’t mind.
Ṫ̵̰̜͔͓̙̻̘̩̍̌͋h̷̘̜̹̎̊̒̚á̴͓͖͇̤͙͉͚̩͑̆t̸̯̘́̍̔́'̴̩̳̫͚̭̤̼̎̈́s̷͚̖̽͐̈́́́̈͋ ̵̢̺͈͕̼̊͘͝i̸̢̞͂̋̈́͒̀͂̚͜t̶͍̙̄͘,̴̖̘̹̻̰͚̄̈́͆̈́͒̕͝ͅ ̴͕͇͎̦͙̏̓̾͒͜ͅg̸̱̯͙̤̰̒̀͒͆̕i̷͇̫͋̄̈́̚v̶̢̛͙̝̻̕͝͝é̶̦̫͘ ̵̛̦̯̌͒̚̕ì̴̓́̅͜n̸̠͔̆́̐͝͝ͅt̸̢̨̹͕̞͙̦̮̆õ̸̧̱͚̓̌̈́͂̌̃͗ ̷̢͍͉͕̞̪̜̉̒̓́̌́͝͝ţ̴̻͇͔̺͎̎͂̒ḧ̸͍̥͉́͂̇̚ę̶͔̖͎̮͈̄̋ ̵̢̨̛̪̘̱̲͉̍̂̎p̶̛͈̠̆̉͌l̴̬̰͎̰͇͎͊͂̓͆̀͛͠e̵̯͎̱̜̠̩͕͉̓̌̚͘á̷̛̱͈̮̺́̅̈́͐̊s̸̞̳̣̪̅̏u̷̯̓̀̆̈́́ŗ̸͓̬͈̣̃́̎͌̃͑̂͠e̸̠̹̰̣̐.̵͖̣̻̇̀̌
The Shade’s psychic cries conveyed a surprising amount of emotion. Gleeful with a kind of amusement in his bright white eyes. The pleasure was so intense Ghost almost didn’t notice he was being pumped full of… cum!?! All the seed that the Pale One dumped into the Shade was flowing into Ghost’s body, and its effects were immediate.
Ghost’s resistance broke as his body started to change. His formerly slender form plumped into that of a curvy bedbug. Thick jiggly thighs, pillowy boi hips and a huge fat booty that wobbled as he trembled in the shades grasp. His slender pectorals fattened, making Ghost look like he had delicate little A-cups, and his abs softened giving him a soft midriff. The final most drastic change was his cock, losing most of its size until he was shrunken, left with maybe two inches. His new little dicklet wagged, constantly leaking pre-cum which his now stuffed nuts seemed to produce endlessly. Yet, instead of rage at his destroyed manhood, Ghost felt a ravenous hunger. He needed to be filled and the Pale One’s balls still looked full.
“Looks like you couldn’t wait for me to transform him,” chuckled the Pale One as the Shade pulled his tendrils away from Ghost, letting the fully feminized femboy stand on his own two feet. Thick thighs quaking as he shivered in place, still leaking his seed like a broken bitch.
W̸͉̟̮͗̀͛͋͠ȩ̸͙͍̘̹͛͂̉̎͘͘͠͠ ̵̨̩͔̩̙̻̣̀͐̂͊ą̷̝̩͓̥̥͠r̴͍͎̮̃̄̾͐̾̃̇́ȇ̴͓̰̮̫ ̸̨͛̈́r̸̹̗̻̀͛̏́̿̄͑͠è̵͓̘͍̗̳̱͉̼̀̿͂a̴͕͚̩̹̬̥̰̒͛̀̀̌̑͐͝d̴̨͔͖̃͑͌̌͊̏͌͝ÿ̷̩̦̙̖͉̒̌̔̍͊̔͝,̵̡̣̜͔̖́̒͌̍ ̶̢̢̢̝̪̲̬̌̑͜͝M̴̤̯̗̭͈̓̔͝ą̴̜͓͓̟̣̰͖̕s̷͚͜͝ţ̴̛͕̙̲̳͔͍̰̀͑̈́͒́̿͘e̸͚̘̊̏̃̄͛r̸̜̩͈̤̗̟̜͈̾͋͒͝ ̴̛̟̖͉̜̲̥̖͐͂͛̎̀̑ͅ<̴̹͔̹̗͇̠̄̊̇͒̚͜͠3̸̡͙̮̱̻̲͖̚
Ghost was completely cocknotized. His new body utterly ruined any hope he had of resisting such a tasty looking penis. With his Shade beside, Ghost bent over, showing off his extra–stuffed wobble meat, two mounds of boi–fuck flesh that jiggled with every movement. Between those royal mountains was the vessel’s juicy bonut, a puffy, wrinkled and fat hole that naturally leaked bright white soul to serve as lube.
“Don’t worry little bug~”
“.....~<3”
“I promise to give you exactly what you need.”
The little black eyes that stared at the Pale One were hungry, desperate to give into carmel desires like so many bugs that came before him. The Pale One lifted Ghost up, holding him like a little fuck doll. Ghost wasn’t even half of the man’s height, even with the height boost he received upon getting his new boi–breeder body.
“Satisfy all those feral urges you’ve been suppressing with that mask.”
“!!!!”
“You’ll never have to hold back again,” he continued as his cock pressed deeper.
Ghost shuddered as the Pale One’s cock entered his asshole with a wet squelch that echoed into the depths of the Hive. Slick strands of soul stuff oozed down the Pale One’s shaft as he pounded Ghost’s freshly minted boi–pussy. Literally getting used as an oversized ona–hole. His body moved up and down the Pale One’s dick, stomach bulging obscenely just like his Shade. The distention reached past Ghost’s pecs, rubbing between his budding boi–titties with each prostate breaking thrust.
The Shade aided his Vessal, his little face nuzzling the Pale One’s nuts as his tendrils stoked his fat white meat. A squelching accompanied the slapping of flesh as the Shade desperately stroked his God’s cock and massaged his heavy nuts. Trying its best to draw out all that potent cum, which was virile enough to turn even the most barren bugs into stupid bloated breeding meat.
“Don’t worry you’ll be refilled soon,” said the Pale One, “I’ll make sure you both are packed full with my young.”
The shade excitedly rubbed Ghost’s belly along with his own. Imagining how good it would feel to be a bloated bed bug, bound and spewing their god’s divine children. Ghost’s cock erupted as the Pale one spoke, his words making Ghost’s mind race. A deep natural submission saturated Ghost’s form as he clamped down on the Pale One’s dick, trying hard to wring out his divine cum.
“Such a tight bug, maybe the tightest one so far~” The Pale One bottomed out, pressing his fat cock head so deep into Ghost. There was a moment the little Knight thought his cock would pop out of his mouth.
“Think he’s earned a load?”
The Shade excitedly nodded, its little hands massaging the Pale One’s nuts as his tendrils squeezed whatever inches it could wrap around. The soul essence made excellent lube, making the tentacle jobs practically frictionless. The desperate void being felt so many feelings that were once foreign to its existence now etched themselves into his soul. He only wanted to milk his master, to make him cum as much as he did during this little fuck session.
Ghost and his brother sluts meek sissy juices spilled over the cave floor, streams of bright black and pale white cum pooled onto the floor as they came over and over again. Their bodies had never been built for breeding; it was unneeded for their original purpose, but their Pale lord’s light easily remade them into the perfect little cumdumpsters.
“I agree, you’ve both earned an extra thick load~”
“.....!!”
The pair of sissies shivered as they both felt a literal ocean of cum enter their bellies. Somehow the Pale One was cumming inside the Shade even as he clogged up Ghost’s guts with his superior genetic sludge. A sudden rush of pleasure followed by immediate expansion as both boy’s bellies expanded to take his seed, filling them both to the point their bellies sagged past their knees.
“Looks like you sluts need a break.” He paused, letting go of Ghost’s hips. The cumflated fuck bug slowly slid of his cock, his anus stretching as if it was trying to cling to his shaft but it eventually gave out. However, the pair weren’t done.
Ghost immediately sprung to his feet, cake quaking as tons of cum blasted from his ass. He wobbled forward, moving beside his Shade who was eagerly jerking the Pale One’s meat. Practically begging to be filled again. So much spilled onto the floor, nearly a gallon of hot cum before Ghost’s ass finally closed, and the same was true for the Shade. Their need to breed was so strong the back up Soul in their bodies reacted, causing the void to bubble around their feet.
“Aw is that you?” asked the Pale One, giving Ghost a little smile.
Ghost nodded as he rubbed his Master’s meat against the center of his mask, smearing leftover cum all over himself.
“Looks like there is more to you than I thought~”
“....~<3” Ghost looked back at his god with pulsating hearts in his eyes.
Ẁ̶͍̖̺́́͝ē̵̛̲͓̟̼̼͉̞̰̏͂͆̈́̈́̕ ̴͉͓̭̭̜̟̫̎̀̉̄̍̈́̏̌ā̶̧̹̮̋͆̅͘ḻ̷̬̼͂̓̇̊̾̓́l̵͇̱͍͈͈͓̓ ̵̨͍͇̦͇̽͋̂w̶̛̛̲͎̠̙̟̒͛̊̀̍̚i̷̟̣̋̾̍ͅs̸̟̪͈̪̉h̴̹̤̟̗̬̐͑̃̌̃̿̈́ ̷̺̦̣͌̏͆̓̌̈͠͝ţ̶̢̗̩̝̾̑̏͐̿͑̀ǫ̴̳͚͙͕͈̯̙̉̈́̀̒̾̕̕ ̵͎̩̞͋͌̎͒̍ș̷̺͉̗̥͈͚̮͆̚e̶͓̙̲̤̬̮͆̈́̀̂̿͌̎̂ͅř̷̡̡̝͚̩̟̓̐̆͂̚̚͝v̵̧̺̦̲̹̰̾̈ͅͅe̶̛̩̍ ̵̧̡̲̦̹͚̇̀͌̾y̷̝̗̠̲̒̓̀̉͆̔ö̷̭̩́̄́̏̏̍̏ȕ̷̜̤̗̜̼̳̬̯̒̽̐̌͘.̷͇̘̹̊.̷͉̖̻̫̝̾̏̋̈́͌͝ͅ.̵̼̻̣͉́ͅ
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̵͙̦̮͛̐
̵̙̮͉̤̪̦̭͌͆̇̄͊̚Ẅ̶̢̭͙̰̯́̐́̇̎̑͘͝ȩ̸̏̕̚ ̷̧͚̮͍̉̀̓̂͆̚ń̴͉̼̄̓̓̄͋͝ę̴̫̯̟͕̻̞̦͊̎̔̓͐͒̒̚ë̷̯̱͇͈͇́̚d̷̻̩̰͚̃̐͂̇͐̌ ̶͍̠̆̑̋̊̽̕͠ť̸͍̼o̶̟̜͇̤̓̉̂̓̄ ̶̗̝̺̥̹̠̉͜͠ḅ̵͗͊̀̓̈́̚è̵͖̗̖͔̰̖͘ ̴͈̈͆͊̽B̵̗͕̫͓̱͋̓͝l̷̡̗̦̲̮͇͚͖̀͋̉̿͛͘ë̵͙̻̻͗̈́̚a̷͍͎̜̖̼̤͑̆́̈̚c̴̬̬̥̬͔̱̻̰̐̓͐ẖ̴̗̹́̐͊͝e̸͕̞͚̬̪̘̐d̶̛̞͈͖̖̍͑͐̽̈͝ ̶̢̨̹͕͇͆̇b̸̹̤͗́́́́͘͠y̵̢̙̹͎̜̲̿̉͆̉̃͒̓̔ ̸͚̲͖̓͑̄̈́͆̇̈́͋͜ŏ̶̲̫̠̊̎͝ų̶̝̭̭̒͂̕͝ř̷̘̑̚ ̶̧̖͓͈̞̊̈P̴̦̫͚͈̣̓̈́̀̀͋͛̑̚ắ̷̖̔̌̅l̶̩̦̞͑̈e̷̢̮̘̜̽̌͒̒̓̋̈́͜ͅ ̴̯̠͍̬̭̠̱̆̈́͒́͜G̴̛̹̰̮͓̭͕͌́̃̂̀̉͠o̸̹̦̲͑̒̎͛̏͛̌͝d̵͙͓̰̦̫͂̇͝.̷̰̣̤͓̆̊̾̇̄̐̉̚ͅ
Ghost nodded quickly, agreeing with his Shade. The pair happily kept jerking their Master's cock as the black void bubbled up all around them, enveloping the trio. Within a couple seconds not a single trace of the Hive remained. All around them were deep pools filled to bursting with void; empty and full all at once. Connected by little strands that kept the Pale One propped up on the shore where fantasy meets reality.
Though Ghost and the Shade seemed unbothered by the change, unaware or uncaring of their own power. They simply kept worshipping at their master’s feet, jerking his cock until spurts of thick neon white pre-cum spilled out into the liquid. The ripples his virile fuck sludge made as it sloshed into the void fluid went far, disturbing a thousand different creatures that dwelled in the dark, watching with those same hungry eyes.
A thousand–thousand renditions all wrought from the same cloth. One was taller and hung like a horse, in another ghost was smaller and thicker, another pregnant, in another a girl, a bimbo, a whore, a clown and even muscled. Some had more humanoid faces, some had little expressive faces or were most feral with drooling insectoid maws. In the Pale One’s light they all existed, brief reflections of the bottom heavy pair currently grinding on their Pale God’s cock like it was their divine duty.
Entirely ignorant of the void created around them, empty, hungry and full all at once. The faces all took notice of the Pale one at once, crawling out from their black reflections, given definition by the bright globs of pristine white cum that hit the surface. Breaking the thick void membrane as they crawled across the slick surface.
Fat heaving bug milkers broke the membrane beside mosquito bit titties. Heavy ball sacks, stuck to pillow thighs and muscular twink legs. Their cocks all hardened, spilling pungent pre-cum into the void as they crawled towards their god. The sound of disturbed water echoed out into the cave around them. The only light was the reflection of their bright white juices hitting the void around them. Rivets of lewd light that reflected off the hoard of bug whores.
M̶̛̰͙͕̤̥̆̽̌͐̌́̎ạ̴̭̏s̸̨̹͚̤͋̅͜ť̴̼͙͙̾͐͗̈́̒̊ę̸̡̲͔͚̹̳̬͛̂͆̑͆r̶̢̹̩̞̝̠̥̈.̶̟̬̪̦̝̟̘̿̅͝ͅ.̶̢̢̮͙̳͕̠̒̿͌ͅ.̶̛̭̋́́͊̔̓̉.̴̺̼͉̰̮̮̻̐̐̄͑
̶̨̲̿̀
̶̬͉͊̀̎̆̿̉Ơ̸̖̫͕̭̩͎̫̕ũ̶̩͊̈́̂̚r̷͍̽̕͠ ̸͓̱̥̦̤̭̠̓͋́͊͜͠P̴͔̠̹̖̣̐ḁ̵̝́͊ĺ̶͙͋̽͜͜e̶͔̻͉̽͆̅̓̽̈́̃͆ ̶̬͔̟͎̊́͐̃̎̓L̷̨̗̻̣̜̄̾͑̈ͅȯ̶̳̱̙͉̯̏͌͐̏͛͠ŗ̴̟̾͛̃̃͊d̷̝̠̋.̷̢̡̳̳̓̾́͗̀̃͘.̷̲̘̍͒̈.̵̡̼̀̈̎̇
̵̛͎̭͔̣̳͚̀̀̐̅̋̚͘͜
̷͙̟͚̣̻̝̈́͗̿W̴͚̞͇̙̩̣͐͘h̶̳̬̙̻̎̐̏̈̏͋i̶̧̠͕̯͛͑̊͋͘̚t̷̞͛e̴͙̬̫̖͉̮͔͖̓̍̕ ̶̲̮̼̱͌̑͑̋̉̑̕G̵͕͙̘̰͗͗͗̈́̀̚͜͜ỏ̷̞̰̪̰̋͌̏̏d̴̢̧̝͇̦̐̌̌́̈́͘.̶͖͙̝̫̓̑.̵̖̹̬̦͆̈̆̈́́̚.̶̡͈̥̤͍̞̜̿̌̈͝
̶̡̲̟̞̠̼̤͒
̶̨̢̳̳̺͍̒͗̅̋͌̊͊̌C̶͍̱̥̼̞̹̠̩͊͆̅͐̍̋͘ô̴͉̰͛͑͂̾m̴̨̧͉͇̣̦͕̖̂͐̈́̀̏̀͝e̴̥̰̳̖͈͌͛̑̑̔̉̽̒ ̶͉̹̫͓͓͙̮̳͂̈́̃̊̽̔͝o̷̡̭̐͋̿̍̈̚͝ͅn̸̡̫͎̻̬͎̘͚͝t̸̮͖͙̟̯̟͉͙́̈́́ö̶̤͚̤̻͕͙̞́̾̎͊̑̑̈̽ ̷̗̰̾̏͑͜t̴̲͚̤̀̈̌h̵̩̖͇̓͊̍̎e̴͍̣͉̪̘͔͉̝͊ş̴͚̱̗̞̒̀̈́ĕ̴͍͕̙̹̘͉͉̅͐̅̾̚ ̵͇̱̟̳͍̝̲̂̐͌̽͘ͅc̸̨͕̟̰̥̤̳̣̆a̵̟̪̝̦͓̓͗́̿̉̓̕ͅl̸̖͕̖̎̂̐̏̽m̵̘͓͙͕͙̤̬͕͗ ̷̠̀b̵̢͎͇̺͕͂͊͆̄͗̍ȩ̴̮̰͉̬̞̪̼͂̊̿̓ạ̸͉͖̉́̌̆̾̓͝͝c̴̱͈̦̤̿̀ḧ̸͍͓̰́̄͜͜͝e̴͚͇̙̩̿̔s̸̩̹̱͇̀̌̂~̷̢̗͈̞̟͖͍̭̽̑́̀̈̚
̷̺̮̞͉̈͆̒͌͊͋̓̍
̴̡̢̨͎͉̹͖͔̀̉͑̿͂̄̔̾L̵̞̩̘̯̭̹̽́̅̾͂̔͝e̵̛̲͚̯̙̰͎̪̩͌ţ̴͉̣͍̥̜̪͆ ̸̢̘͍͙͖̠̻͈̄ų̵̤̥̠̥̇̅̾̓̀s̶̖̩͖̱̤̟̙͊̈́̅͑̎͠ ̸̟̼̜̮͠ͅş̵̗̙̮̭͖̖̙̊͌̀͆͒̅̕e̶̲̳̓r̴̨̰͈͎̗͙͙̋̊̔ṿ̷̧̜̖̻̌̾̎̌̚ͅe̵̡̫̘̝̰̗̳̊́̔͜͝ ̴̡̤̫̥̙̘̝̊͒̀͑̚͘͜͠y̵̡͚͊o̷̜͈̻̔̑̐̌̓̀͒͊u̵̧͇̤̥̦̭͚̅̀̆͝͝!̵̳͍̺̗̍͗̅
̸̹̺̰̹͋̀͐̊̚
̷͇̓̊͐̾̔͝G̸͚̯̪͓̒̂͐͂i̴͕͕̖̗͙̳͑̌͐v̴͇̣̥̩̹̰̲͋̅ȩ̶̘̦̱̯̭̌ ̷̢̲̥̲̽͌u̸̘̥̤̮̹͂̇̽͝s̴͓͍̰̪̙̀̀̐̈͝ ̶̟͖͇͈͎̈́̓͝ͅy̸̧̡̼͓͖̯̥͒̀͐̾͗̚͝ó̷̝͎̱̆̑̇͝ù̸͔̝͖̱͖̫̉̈́̀ͅr̴͇͕̼̙͔̝͓͆̆̾ ̶̧̉͑́̑̊͌d̵̻̤̙̜̘̻͈̏̓̇̋͠͠į̶͈̼͕̮͈̇͘ͅv̶̡̛̭͓̻̱̳̘̭̓́̎̀̂͂į̷̘̻̙̩̪̇̈́̒̈́̆́n̴̫͍̤͐̊̿ẽ̵̢̛͍͚̦̤͈̆́̾͂̀͘ ̷̝͚̦̠̳̭͎̥͛ḛ̵̀̿̈́͂̏̎̀́s̶̱̜̘͖̙̒̐s̶͚͂̑̔a̴̢̭̜̜̋̄͌͆͂̑eǹ̸̢̢͎̳͈͌͐̔̆̽͝ć̷̡̞̖̬́̈́̉̉̓̃e̸͇̦̤̾̓͠ͅ.̷̢̢̮͎̘̬̆̎̉͆̇
̴̨̟̰̼̖͖̝͗̆
̴͎̲͉̙̤͖̬̑͐̎͛̀̀̆͜W̸̨̱̘̹̪̪̎̾̈͜e̶̦͈̪͆ ̷̘̜̍̍̏̀̊̂̿w̸̦̞͕̖͎̮̞̅̀̇̕̚͘͝ḯ̷̩̥͛͂͜͠l̵͔͇̯͊̅̃̃l̵̬̞̮̜̱̄̈́̑͆̐ ̴͍͓̝̳̜̏̒̈́̽͒ḃ̴̨̤͙͉̗ͅe̶̗̱̳̠̯̽̇ ̴̱̃̏ḛ̵̹͉̎̓̋̒̍͐̑̆t̶͙͛̈́̚é̶̛̙́͗͂͝ͅr̸̙̠͖̟̙̔̍̈́̊́͊͘ͅn̵̼͔͇̬̝̙̥̏̆́̌͑̚͜͝͝a̵̪͙̮̤̝͊͛͋͛̍l̷̲͖͚͇̎̇̑̊̓́.̷̛̝̮̰͍̲̄.̵̺̺̐̾̀.̶̢͖͇͠ͅ
̴̢̻̞͍̽̓̉̕͝
A choir of desperate psychic screams, which echoed through the void. All Vessels instinctively knew exactly what to do. One with a mouth pressed his masked face between his new Lord’s cheeks, kissing his sweaty hole with fervent delight. Another with soft pillowy bimbo lips kissed his cock head, worshiping his glands as she shimmering drool ran down his shaft. The next few frotted against their lord; some cocks massive, some smaller than a pinky, but all yearned to feel their master’s flesh against theirs.
B̷͓̃͒͝o̴͉͕̘̳͖̓̾̈́́̽̒r̵͚̩͉͓̠̽͐̑́̓̅͋̈́͜ṉ̴̜̱̤͎̭̀͑͒̊̓̍͜ͅ ̵̰̘̩̹̼̀̀̇̂͂͂͝E̸̠͓̹̤̬͕̯͐̎͌̇̓͋ͅm̴̡̞̻̞̫̘̐̆̊͝ṕ̴̟̹͔̥͚̤̃͒̇͗͜t̵̖̮̬̠̖͍̗̫̀̍̈́y̷̱͙̲̍̈͐̀̎.̴̰̘̬͐̂͒.̴̫͑̀̌͊̀͐.̵̤̹͖͆̈́͛̒̓̅̃
̵̞̙̦͍̦̉
̴̘̔̂̌̆͜N̴̥̠̭̬͍̓̏̈́̇̓͊͠͝ͅo̴̲̦͚̘͎̬̭͉̽̑̍̊̉̃́ ̴̫̩͓͓̲̆͠P̶̨͓̦̤̔̓u̴̝͐́̈́͐͌r̸̨̡͚̪̹̩͓̗͑̐͌͐p̶͚̥̼̫̻̙̪̍̊̀ȯ̵̤͇̍͒̑͊͠s̵̘̲̬̓̄̽̎̐̽͝͝ę̵̯͑.̵̺̮̜̂̀̈́.̵̮̙͖̇̀.̶̗̩̻̠̙̼̱̗͂͑
̵̡̹̦̹̲̭̋̎̑̑͗̆̕
̸̦͇͓̝͉͙͊̀̊͆̾̓͜N̸̗̥̞̼͝ő̵̬̺͈̦̗̪͈̫͗̇͋̓͝ẅ̶̧̳͍̱̩̺̤̤́ ̶̻̖̭̘̏̆͛̅w̷̨̯̉́͂̓͆̔͜͜ë̶̦̺́͂́̃'̷̳̙͎̦͉͍̰̬̓̋̐͆̀̀r̸̰̦͍̺̲̀̈́͒̈́͆̈́̚̚͜è̵̺̥̲̰͊̇̂ ̴̢̩̮̼̄̌̌̄̕͝o̷͉̾̓̈̊̽̚ȗ̵̩̻̻̮͑̇̏͑͋͝r̵̢̜̩̰̺͖͛̿̕͝͝ ̸̭̻̩̟̋̇̈́̈́̅̒̈͝M̷̜̣͙͖̀͋̾͊̌͠ā̷̛͚̭̒̓́͜͝s̴̯̻̞̪̱̼̫̏t̷̡̛͖͓̭̱͎̝̠̎̓ȩ̴́̈́̔̋̀͝r̶̼͍̃̀̋͋'̸̜͙͓͍̟̟̠̮̍̈͒̾̿̄͠͠s̸̳̦͕͈̆̍ ̶̨̞̜͍̞̹̔̓̿̔͌̎͠h̷̢͚͇̹̳͖͖̆̆̐̽́̊̈́͜͝o̶̢͕̬̳̠͇̳̅͂l̶̖̫̬̈̅͆e̶̡͉͍̞̗͙̿͘s̵͚̪̤̎~̸̨͇͓̜͆̓
̶͚͚̟͕͙̹̩̹͒͑͗̽͘͝
̷̰̗̖͚̬̺̼͍́́͛̎̏̈̽̕N̶͉̞̻̈́͜e̷̥̜̋̈͗̎̚ḛ̵͍̞̤͕̗̖͝d̷̤̳̻̳̓͐̽͠y̷͕̌̊͋̇͐̑̑̚ ̸̢͉̲̪͓̩͆̈́͂̑̀b̵͖͕͚̩̞̗̝̎͗̀̍̑̚̕r̷͖̠̈é̴̱͓̪̳̞̙̩ĕ̷̲͇̬͉̰̹͕͛̈́̀̆̿͝͝d̷̛͎̓̅̌̓̈́ë̸̡͍̠͂̆̒̚r̴̙̟̉͑͒̒̈́̀̓͑s̴͇͎͋̈̀̌̾,̶̭̱͚͛ ̴̥̳̖̫̬͑͛͆͠j̴̛͇̹̳͓͈͎͇́̔͌̎͛ͅȕ̷̧͕̱͍̪̓̄͑s̵̢̺̫̠̱̭̰̊͌ͅẗ̷̢̙͎́́̄́̿ ̶̫̓͆̾͊͑͝͝ͅl̴̥̬͎͐̿̌͆̂̀͝ͅi̷̟̗͖̭̼̩͗͜k̵̖͍̠͓̥̼̏̓̐̊̉͑͐ͅe̷̡̧̹̤͚͚̪̣͊͋̀ ̸̧͎̬͈̬̺̻̘̓̀̇̚͝o̵̼̝̺̒̋͌̀̾̄̚͠ṳ̴̅̏͛͊̓͆ŗ̷͓̳̠͕͖̠͛̌̋̄̃́̈́͝ͅ ̴̨̮͇̌̋̇̀̈͜m̷͓̎̓̿̾̔͠ͅö̷̳̖́̒͂͐̈̊̀͆t̷͍̪͙̒̓̀̇͝͝h̴͍̖̪͚̆̃̉̒̆̓ͅè̸̩̘̫̹̱̫̀̏ͅr̴̘͂͘̕.̵̧̬̤̬͓͇̜̰̆͛͗̈́̑͝
̶͓̙̪͍͕̉̍͐
̶̨̬͍͍̘͚̑̅͛P̴̹̘̝̗̰̓̋́̍͗͑̐e̷̜̫̣͔̞̖͕̽͌͐̈́̏ṟ̸̑̿̈̈́̀̊͘͝ͅṣ̸̫̤͙̟̖͚̞̈́̈͋̿̾͝o̵̡̘̱͓̭̣͚̎̀̍ņ̶̜͖̘̙̇̇͜à̴͓̹̦̟̪̭̀l̷̤͖̳͔̯͔̹͍̆̿̈́̒͘l̸̗̪͝ý̸̰̳͙͍̥͖̅ ̴͉̐Ǐ̸̤̤͒̎͗͑͌̀͝ ̸͕̰̘̋̈́̒̇̚͠p̷̛̮̝̞̘͎̜̩͂̎̈́̄̕͘͝r̸̨̘̜̻̩̺͓̻̂̚ẹ̷̝̲̉f̵͈͇̖͊̑̓͋̍͂̑e̶̖͉͒̋̏͗̌͘̕r̴̬̤̖̍̔ ̴̩͚̤͐̿̀̾̄̕t̸̨̤͓͚̩̗̖̯̀̿ö̴̼͈̭̱̰͇̪̱̈́̀̐̒͌͒ ̵̧̹͔̥̿̉̿̈́̍͋̚b̴̳̞̭̜̭̮̝̓ë̷͎́̏̈́ ̴̱͉͓̜̓͆̚h̷̞̊i̵̻̹͎͒̾̑̉͛̉̀s̴̥̿͊ ̷̧̛̪̻͚̹͇͔̜̿̂͒̎̕s̸͙̽̾̔̒͠e̶̙̖̓͋̽̓̔̀̐a̶̡̧̟̗̺͇̎̀̍̇̎t̵̫̓̓͊̕͠!̵̢̢̥͓͓̫̲̏̓͜
“Soak yourselves in my radiance,” whispered the Pale One, his words hanging in the air as his cock erupted. Strands of sticky genetic webbing blasted over the throbbing hoard of desperate Vessels, some feeling warmth for the first time as their new god blessed them with his tasty cum. Those without mouths rubbed his seed over their bodies, jerking their cocks, or rubbing it into their muffs.
M̷̤̭̯͖͖̣̳͛̾̈͆̒̕͜ö̴̢̨̰̟́̀ó̷̢͚̤o̶̢̳̣͚͈̫͊́͌̇͂͆̅̿ó̷̺̘̠̐̈́̈͝o̸̠̩̤̝̫̣̺̐̓̋͒̐̐̚ō̵̧̫̘̺̺̪̊͛̅̾͠r̸̯͖̣̬̊ŗ̵̞̼͈̥́͑̈́̅̂̐̌̚ͅę̸̯̭̜͕̭̍̈́̄͘.̶̣̝̔͐̕.̷̱̘͚̜̆̓̅͒̈́̚.̵̞̳̙̩̦̖̫̣̇́͘
̶̯̟͇̕
̶̰̮̺͖̞̳͒̍̊N̴̢̺̝̳͆̾̏̓̾̕e̶͕̙̞̬̳̬̽̀̌̍͜ͅḗ̵̢̥̜̗̤̳͙̾͊ȅ̷̹̬̩͈̾e̵͉̪̻̍̓̆ȩ̸̢͔̫̤̖̬̌́d̸̻̞͕̠̘̺̯̔̋ ̵̼̻͑̉̆̿͆̅m̶̡͒͑̐̕ͅo̸̢̩̙͍̫̟̩̾̑͆͑͒̔̋̃ͅo̵͖͈̙͛̄ợ̸̢͉̩̖̜̠̔͂ͅỏ̴̦̪̉̾̆͂r̶̼͖̙̅̓̕ȑ̵̡̛̙͖̼͖̺̗̜́̌̐͊̈́̕e̷̙̙̥̺̪̞͇̗͛͐͂̍͘~̸̢͕̯̖̙͂̈́̈́͜
̴̗͖̲̹̐̎̈̌͠͠
̴̙̲̤̭͔́̑̈́͋̀̏ͅP̴̤̗̿̃̃͐͆ḷ̴͕̦͌͜ĕ̴͖̬̟͈̯̪̱͙̈́̓́ȁ̸̗̱̲̦͆̍͗̈͠s̶̼̰̙̯̩̻̿͑̓̃̄͊e̵͕͌́̔ ̷̘̮̏̔̒̔m̴̳̬̗̥̈͗̍́̿y̴͇̺͚̹̩̳͑̅ ̸̤͇̲̅g̸͈͖̟̱̲͑ơ̶̢̨̜̣̩̹ḍ̴͇̥̅́̈́̐̎͊̕͝,̶̯̲̠̱̮̻̦͛͊͆̽͠ ̶̘̊̍̔̔̍͝͝d̸̢̰̱̞̤͚̻͋o̴̢̠̍́͂̇͋͊̔͘ ̶̎ͅn̸̡̨͉̙̅̅̿̂̂̐ő̵͚̘̐͂̏͆̽͒t̵̢͖̞̯͍̅̈̇͠ ̸̛̤̮̰͕̺̈́̔̿̀̌͝s̵͇̲̎̊̉͂̊̈́̓̔ţ̷̡̨̪͔̜̝̾̈͑̏͘̚͜õ̷̜̱̗͓p̶̢̗̗̖̠̖̅!̸̢̼̅̐͂̈͘
̸̜̦̀
̸̨̛̫͇̹̫͙̓̒͋̕M̶̛̯͇̈́̔͂ä̴͙͈̲́͜͝ņ̸̣͖̠̩̭̖͘ÿ̵͉̺́̍̂͌͊͂ ̶̬̱̗̦͔̼͍͐̋͝ś̵̳͕͕͓̖͕̃̓̊̃̕̚̚t̸̨͊̀̓ḯ̵̟̉͌̐̿̕͠l̶̡̘͔̣͉̞̎̿̈́̚͜l̸͓̳͖͇̥͔͊̒̌̃̀̕͝ ̸̝͝ň̶̝e̶̯̫̤͑͐̔̍̚ĕ̶͈̔̑̂d̷̬̜̜͙̙͎̍̓̽-̷̛͚̣̓
̸̺̝̥̔̓̒̇
̴̧͇̘͈̲̤̥̓͌̃̋M̸̡̈̉̒͋̀̂̚͝u̸̙͓̙̖͑̅̍̎̌̏͜͝ͅs̴̨̛͖͗̌̔̀̔̂̾ẗ̷̜́̋̀̿̐̊̿͆ ̸̨̢̡̦̪̺͉̬̒b̶̧͉̲̞̳͖̹̰̀̀̃͒̉̍͝͠r̷̯̙̮̽̀͝ẹ̷̠̺̤̞͌e̷̫̺͓̎d̸̢̥͈̩̀̀͛̋̚̕̕!̶̢̺̝̤̼̟̜̀̉́̋̊̀͘͠
The Pale One held out his arms in embrace, groping and kissing those vessels with the capacity to reciprocate. Their forms shivered at his touch as if by his will alone did they feel. An intoxicating feeling that had them all spilling over each other just to get a taste.
“Do not stop,” he ordered, the orgy unfolding around him shuddering at his words as many of the vessels came, spilling their seed as their Master coated them with another ultra thick load, even larger than the last.
Soon a swarm of bugs surrounded the Pale One, all worshiping a different part of his body and yet more vessels poured forth from the ground. The shudder in the void’s presence made them hungry for this new god’s essence. They milked out his loads, never tiring like their lord, pilling cum into a hundred different holes. Black bottoms, gaped and prolapsed, spilling seed into the endless black that stretched on beneath the group.
A new god was born.