"Argh," Mr. Valen groaned as he felt sothing warm wrap itself around his limp dick, a strong suction assaulting him.
"Shit," he took in a breath and opened his eyes, squinting as rays of deep blue light bled into his orbs, stretching into long shadows in the corner of his eyes.
These shadows were drawings: lines in odd shapes, writings in a strange, occult script, depictions of monsters in every corner of the room.
The air slled of blood, not the faint ionic blood he slled normally, but true human blood, lots of it, everywhere, bleeding into his nostrils, his heartbeat increasing as a result.
His gaze was still blurry, as the drug remained potent in his system, so much so that he could hardly move.
But he could feel, and at the mont, waves of pleasure coursed through him despite the terror, his shaft hardening from an instinct older than he was.
"Glu! Glu! Glu!" A sound akin to the swallowing of water filled his ears, his eyes clearing (if only for a mont) to reveal a blurry head bobbing up and down, devouring his shaft.
His vision cleared completely soon after, and he found himself in a room with no furniture, illuminated only by dim blue lights.
"You’re awake," Athyst spoke, sensing his movents as she stroked his dick, which was now glistening with saliva.
"What... t’fuck are-" Mr. Valen tried to speak, yet only a slur graced his lips, his gaze faltering as the woman before him stroked him harder.
"Did she bathe you?" Athyst suddenly said, her words echoing in the room as she increased her pace, each jerk sending waves of pleasure through Valen’s spine.
"She did, didn’t she?" Athyst continued, her eyes locked on his, glowing red amid the hues of dim blue.
Her strokes created a wet thump, each thrust pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
’Fuck,’ Mr. Valen cursed as his body tensed, streams of cum shooting out of his dick, but the mont before he could ejaculate, he felt Athyst devour his shaft again, taking in its full length, his seed shooting to the back of her throat.
But she didn’t stop there.
Like nothing had happened, she resud sucking on his limping dick as though it were a lollipop, desperately bobbing her head as she peered into his eyes, tears streaking down her cheeks as she deprived herself of air.
Mr. Valen didn’t know how to feel. The sensation was overwhelming, numbing his sense of reason and further hazing his mind.
He hated how good it felt, how she giggled at the feeling of every shudder, further heightening his arousal.
Suddenly, she stopped sucking with a pop, her lips smacking at the force of her own suction.
Then, like so kind of feral beast, she crawled over him, her eyes locking on his.
Mr. Valen’s eyes involuntarily trailed to her breasts, perky mounds staring down at him, nipples pointed in arousal.
Noticing his gaze, Athyst giggled, lowering her abdon as she positioned his dick against the entrance of her soaked pussy, shuddering as she rubbed him against it.
"Fuck." She dropped herself on him, squealing slightly as she gripped a handful of his hair, breathing in his musky scent.
"She fucking raised you," Athyst suddenly spoke as she raised her abdon, before slamming down again with a slapping sound. "I’m fucking your fucking son, you bitch, your dirty fucking son," she ranted, her breath ragged as she held onto him, a feeling of ecstasy rushing over her.
"Pa! Pa! Pa!" The sharp collision of flesh echoed in the room as Athyst humd. Mr. Valen, on the other hand, fought to stay sane.
Her pussy was amazing; slippery, fleshy folds squeezing him with each violent thrust, her intensity growing by the minute until-
"Fuck," she whimpered as she rose, her back arching, her eyes rolling into her head as her body trembled violently, but still she didn’t stop.
Grabbing onto his arms for balance, she interlocked their fingers, watching as the lines in the room resonated with her every move.
’Perfect,’ Athyst thought, as she lifted her form, letting Valen’s dick slide all the way out of her pussy until only the tip remained in her.
She then gazed down and noticed Mr. Valen’s stare, his gaze a mix of pleasure, anger, and fear.
Her lips curled at the sight, a look of triumph on her face as she dropped herself, "Pa!" the sound rang out like a chant, repeating as Athyst bounced on Mr. Valen.
With heavy breaths, Mr. Valen watched as the woman before him bounced on his form, her breath ragged, her breasts jiggling with every motion.
He swallowed as a funny feeling pooled in his stomach, his form tensing once more.
As though sensing this, Athyst increased her pace, swallowing as she cried. "Yes, give your fucking cum, shoot it inside my fucking womb."
Her words carried with them a certain ominousness that Mr. Valen did not like, nor wished to entertain, so he tried as much as he could to prevent himself from bursting, shaking his head as he groaned.
Alas, Athyst did not let up, her smile widening as she observed his efforts. "It’s no use, I can feel you twitching inside , you want to breed don’t you? You wanna fuck up? So do it! Cum in this stupid bitch!"
"Argh!" Mr. Valen grunted, shooting his load inside her, his body tensing as he arched his back, the effects of the drugs doing little to stop his movents.
Both figures slumped to the ground, breathing heavily, yet after a mont Athyst rose, her deanor calming.
Mr. Valen, (shaft still within the woman before him), looked up as well, his chest heaving, as he watched the look in her eyes change from amusent to sothing else, sothing colder.
"Swoosh!"
Before he could say anything she suddenly moved, her arm flashing across his chest at too fast a speed for him to see.
Her hand then stopped to reveal a sinuous claw pulsing faintly with a red and blue glow.
That limb did not belong to any human, but Mr. Valen did not care for this; rather, he groaned as stinging pain shot through his chest, dulled by the drugs he had ingested, but even that could not do much to help him.
Ignoring his groans, Athyst raised her claw, letting Mr. Valen’s blood drip onto one of the many lines in the room.
"Hisss!" An audible hiss rang out at contact, and then, she began.
"Per hunc sanguinem te evoco, daemone orte Vharr’gol," she said, speaking in Latin as she continued, each syllable dripping with sothing ancient. "Si dignus erit, infice prolem humanam et exple ordinem tuum superiorem; si minus, animam eius consu, o dulcis daemon-"
"Hisss!" A mighty hiss echoed at the last of her words, seeping into Mr. Valen’s ears like a shroud. Athyst could also hear it, but she seed unbothered.
Getting up, she stretched her naked form, walking out of the room with a few words trailing behind her. "Don’t fight it, and please don’t die."
With those words she shut the door, a click sounding out as she locked it from outside.
Mr. Valen, on the other hand, could not hear her, could not hear anything but whispers, seeping into his ears, telling him, telling him to kill himself, begging him to despair.
He could hear them fighting, fighting over which of them would cross over, ohh god, they were many, millions of them, billions of them, their auras abysmal.
In his fear, Mr. Valen sat up and pushed himself against a nearby wall, watching with trembling eyes as two greenish appendages rose from one of the depictions in the middle of the room, a drawing given life.
"Bam!" The ground shook as it hoisted itself to reveal a malford abomination of muscle.
It had no shape, its form sotis pulsing or contorting as it peered at Mr. Valen with its singular, bulging eyeball.
"&-&##&!" It spoke without a mouth and in a language no man could comprehend as it swayed, the myriad of tendrils on its form swaying with it-
"Bam!"
The ground beneath its feet suddenly cracked as it moved, and in that mont, Mr. Valen felt true horror, his eyes widening as the thing flashed towards him, its breath heavy on his face.
Mr. Valen found himself unable to move, paralyzed by fear, struggling to co to terms with whatever was before him.
This was beyond everything he’d imagined possible.
Slowly, the tendrils of the thing flashed, binding his arms and legs with so much strength that his feeble body dared not fight.
Then its body trembled, as a singular slimy tentacle pushed its way out of the monster’s lumpy chest, forcing itself into his mouth, his throat gagging as his vomit was pushed back into him.
"Glu! Glu!" Mr. Valen felt the thing secrete a strange liquid into him, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was helpless...
’Blasphemous!’ a single thought resounded in his mind at the thought of his helplessness, rage boiling within him in a thought as primal as the being before him.
His pupils then began to dilate rapidly as though attuning themselves to so kind of frequency, and in this process, Mr. Valen saw light and matter in a way no human was ant to perceive.
This happened rapidly and when no spectrum of vision could stop the violation of his being, his eyes, (his irises) began to spin.
Not rhetorically, but physically spin, pain exploding in his mind as the whites in his eyes were ripped from their sockets by the force.
The eyes were never designed to facilitate such a developnt, and so they ruptured, ripped, blood flowing down his cheeks like a stream of despair.
But even then, even amid this maddening pain, even with a tendril down his throat, his lips curled as much as they could.
The entity before him noticed that sothing was wrong at this mont, but it was too late as from its form, streaks of glowing green energy poured towards Mr. Valen, weakening it by the micro instant.
Before an eye could blink it had already lost half its size and strength, and when it tried to pull back, Mr. Valen broke free from the hold of its weakened tendrils and grabbed onto it in an act of pure instinct.
In another instant, the thing was fully dissolved, leaving only a dried, shriveled husk that broke to dust.
There was darkness as Mr. Valen felt his form slump, a single, angered thought resounding in his mind. "Athyst."
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