Rejoice, the Savior Has Come (2)
The goddess Hecate. Yet she had not truly reigned as a goddess under that name from ancient times. Worship under the divine name 'Hecate' began merely a thousand years ago—a relatively recent event from the perspective of religion.
Before that tumultuous era of upheaval and war, what she was called remains unknown. Simply the 'nameless goddess' or a great deity whose name was forbidden to utter. Texts record only that she performed miracles across the world and bestowed acts of benevolence.
We recognize her as a god, but it seems the people of that age saw her as a sort of prophet or mage. Even that information was strictly controlled, permitted only to the highest priests—those whose faith remained unblemished even in the face of taboos—to read from the primordial scriptures.
Under the pretext of not disturbing the faith and religious views of the common folk, the scriptures chronicling the 'nameless god' were sealed deep in darkness.
From the womb of the Virgin Mother, she descended to earth cloaked in human flesh, raising the lame, opening the eyes of the blind, and unstopping the ears of the deaf. At times borrowing her power, the sea parted in two, the dead rose defying reason from behind rocks, and five loaves and two fish fed thousands to satisfaction.
Ultimately, betrayed by thirteen disciples believed to be her children, she was crucified by human hands despite all her benevolence, meeting her end. And now, in our time, the 'nameless god' reigns once more under the name 'Hecate,' performing miracles anew.
No one knows her true intent, her divine will. Is it the whims of an unfathomable god, or a sliver of pity for humanity? One thing alone is clear: the goddess no longer descends to earth. She intervenes in the world solely through pillars of light and an emotionless voice...
『Cross Moon Territory - Day 29 (Lunch)』
[I'm the one who'll perfect Muse... Clarice. Because I stepped away for a moment, this happened...!]
[Please don't get so heated, sis♥ What I did was just like adding a dash of seasoning to a dish, nothing more?]
In the alley beside the firmly shut church, Clarice and I faced off as our conversation began. The gist was simple: Muse's corruption.
Muse belongs to me alone. And to Mother.
Clarice pressed right up against me like she was flirting, rubbing her thick, veiny cock—about the size of a child's arm—against me nonstop, letting out moans laced with excitement.
In stark contrast to my colorful blue shaft and purple glans, her pale rod and dark gray tip, oozing thick semen from the slit, ground against my cock, drowning us both in pleasure.
The reason she was so heated, the reason I was venting frustration at Clarice—it was all the same.
[Taking advantage of the moment I stepped away... to do this?]
[Oh? But you're the one who created that opening, sis♥]
Leaving Muse bound inside the church, enduring the trial Clarice imposed—that was my mistake.
Of all people, the guard captain had to be the one I froze as an annoyance. What rotten luck.
Clarice's eyes gleamed with fervor, her body writhing against mine because Muse's fall was imminent.
Yes. The root of both our emotions was Muse.
My masterpiece, crafted by my hands. The lewd bitch worthy of being offered to Mother and becoming my bride.
I'd planned to thaw the ice and rush right in, but Lightri had pinned me down, wringing every drop of semen from me until I was utterly spent.
I'd rarely tangled with Lightri before, but she matched her muscles with tireless, ironclad lust.
I nearly lost even the load meant for Muse, but I finally broke free and made it here.
Right after arriving, I spotted Clarice storming out of the church with an angry glare. But the moment she saw my face, her expression melted, and she hurried over—leading to our current state.
[Muse sis will be perfected. If 100 points is the goal, she's at 99 right now.]
She'd even switched to calling her 'sis,' her cheeks flushed with lewd anticipation. To this utterly depraved Clarice... I felt not just dissatisfaction, but jealousy.
I'm the one who drives her. I'm the one who drinks her nectar. I'm the one who paints her body with semen. The duty to defile her womb with seed, corrupting her from the core... that's mine alone.
I was meant to drop the curtain, to end the act as the protagonist... but she'd stolen my lead.
Anger at having my thunder stolen...? I wouldn't harbor such feelings toward family, sisters, comrades. So why this contradictory heart?
Clarice's boasts and expectations left me at a loss.
[Still... still. Muse is mine alone...]
[But Muse sis won't budge from that 99. Because I never intended to keep my promise even a little♥ That trial was just an excuse.]
[Trial?]
One word from Clarice's lips—trial—sparked a flash of insight.
She'd said Muse was nearly complete. At that point, Clarice could've just ravished her right there in the church and turned her into an Apostle without leaving.
No matter how much Clarice favored human despair and screams, she wouldn't inject personal whims into Mother's affairs—like expanding the Apostles.
Yet she'd imposed this tricky 'trial' condition and stepped outside.
[I made a little pact with Muse sis. Because of that promise, I can't perfect her♥]
A pact, a promise. Meaning Clarice had shackled herself.
Why? I couldn't fathom her actions—she who despised humans more than anyone, who loathed Hecate's faithful.
First anger, then jealousy, now bewilderment. I couldn't grasp Clarice's intentions.
Then a possibility dawned.
The reason she'd abandon her beliefs and tastes to grant recognition—and opportunity—to Muse, who hadn't yet earned full comradeship.
[Clarice... don't tell me you're...]
[You finally get it♥ I'm not petty enough to steal the bond Mother forged♥ You're the only one to end this performance. I just led the wandering lamb to our fold, and only one will shut the door. I hope you like my gift♥]
With that, Clarice finished speaking, pulled the Cube from her bosom, stepped inside, and vanished.
Left alone in the pitiful alley, I replayed our conversation.
A twinge of guilt for briefly raging and envying Clarice... yet deep in my heart, scorching excitement began to surge.
[Ha, haha♥ Kyahaha♥ Thanks for the gift, Clarice♥]
A precious opportunity from the incarnation of lust, Mother's most obedient servant.
I could storm the church and ravish Muse right now, swapping places with Clarice. But a more wicked, insidious scheme occurred to me.
A way to shatter the last sliver of hope—and her remaining humanity—the moment she thought she'd grasped it, blooming the bud called Muse.
[Waiting a day hurts to the bone... but just hold on a bit, Muse♥]
The trial's details didn't matter. The pact with Clarice. Promising not to touch her herself meant allowing a third party—an outsider's intervention.
My lips curled into a grin.
--Spurt, splurt♥♥
[Hng♥ No... gotta save up starting today♥ To feed Muse that thick, concentrated semen♥]
Recalling the pink-hued voluptuous succubus from my foolish male days, glimpsed in a dream—her lush hair in twin tails, flaunting ornate horns, our flesh entwined—I mindlessly ejaculated♥
Yes, everything was in Mother's palm all along♥ Then I'll make that dream reality, as Mother wishes.
For a future where all are happy♥
As the sun set and night's veil fell, I clicked my heels through the shadows, murmuring.
[The long, long finale is finally, finally♥ In my hands♥]
『Cross Moon Territory - Day 29 (Evening)』
"Ugh...!"
After Clarice left and I collapsed hearing some voice, spewing semen in gulps—my pleasure-sealed eyelids slowly lifted.
"So sticky..."
Even escaping into dreams or illusions felt exhausting now. I couldn't cling to such comforts forever.
The floor writhed like living crimson-black veins. Furniture twisted beyond recognition by grotesque tentacles. Statues of women with cocks in utterly depraved poses. And the thick, viscous white fluid blatantly from my body.
On the crimson-black floor lay my semen-soaked clothes' remnants, steeped in that fluid.
They didn't fit anyway, but if they hadn't torn, I'd have endured the disgust to cover my shame.
[You're awake, Muse ma'am♥]
As I tried to gather my scattered wits, a seductive voice called to my slumped form.
I knew who it was, but lacked the courage to turn.
Not just courage—worry flooded me too.
Those voices that mocked, envied, insulted me. I wanted to believe they weren't real, that it was all scripted acting... but I was cornered too deeply to brush it off.
Even lies and curses had worn me to exhaustion... that must be why.
They say one shitty day can ruin a person. That was me now.
"You all..."]
[We were worried you wouldn't wake till night. Is anywhere uncomfortable?]
"...No. More importantly, got any clothes? It's chilly naked.]
A lie. I wasn't cold at all. Since this body formed, sensations beyond pleasure—like cold or heat—vanished.
Sweat came without heat, breezes without chill. Just seeking clothes to hide a bit of shame.
But glancing at my corrupted junior nuns: youthful faces intact, yet bodies exploding with prostitute perfection—no other word fit. Muscles firmer than lifelong knights'.
Stark naked, skin corpse-pale, they stood in perfect formation like drilled soldiers.
Their cocks naturally rigid... all twelve pierced the ceiling with vigor, no exceptions. No longer embarrassing enough to look away.
I had the same... maybe bigger.
[Sorry, but we can't. Clarice ma'am ordered no clothes inside the church. From now, wearing clothes or wrapping breasts is forbidden♥]
"Ha..."]
Clarice, rubbing dirt in to the end.
Her lips a smirking crescent under the night sky, red eyes flashing, the fallen nuns eyed the torn clothes with me.
Even rotten fish has value—they'd lunge if I tried wrapping in those scraps, twisting arms or kicking legs to stop me.
Not just bodies changed. Minds, values, perhaps souls—thoroughly violated, utterly alien from before.
They respected me now, but defy Clarice's rules? Who knows how they'd turn.
"Ridiculous..."]
Ancient scriptures say primal humans lived shamelessly nude. Now, head cooled or hell-adapted, shame barely registered—just sighs.
Mere minutes ago, I'd desperately hide protruding nipples, the oblivious hard cock, the nectar-soaked pussy. Now? Indifferent.
Naked liberation and inner breezes tickling even aroused it—despite nonstop semen sprays, my cock swelled grander than theirs.
"Hng♥♥ No hands, and..."]
Seeing my reflection in glistening white-milky nectar-mixed fluid, thick droplets beaded at the tip again.
This'll make me cum again... Mind knew: endless ejaculations meant no endurance left.
But body screamed: savor better climaxes, ignore Clarice's trial, just spray before the goddess statue.
Claim higher pleasure realms. Ugly, vicious imprinted ecstasy taught me.
"Hot... so good...♡♥"]
[Then, Muse ma'am. It's late—dinner and bed?♥]
["Dinner?"]
The fallen girls relayed calmly, ignoring my state. Clarice said they'd watch via their eyes.
Monitoring violations or self-harm. Also meaning Clarice could command through them.
Their words might be her will.
But... thinking hurt now. Instincts yearned: erupt boiling pleasure, jerk my thick unhandlable cock with both fists using them, cum refreshingly.
"Gulp... just one... give me...]
[Right away♥♥]
I blurted mindlessly. Yeah... just food. What harm?
My last line: even if surrendering all, this much slacking okay?
They bustled backs turned—hiding prep? Moans leaked. I didn't force-look.
Just food... suspicious? Possible, but exhausting lately.
Past wounds unhealed, groaning me... no superhuman to shrug off.
--Splurt♥♥
Familiar ejaculation from huge gray-white asses. Not one, two—all twelve cocks surged.
Here I should've questioned their 'food.' But... no.
Why? I... anticipated it♡♥
No clue. But their dozen loads' 'food' teased my nose from afar, sticky potent semen scent...
"Gulp...]
Saliva pooled. Stomach growled greedily.
Clarice said I barely clung to the cliff-edge. Power to do so: beloved fiancé Raysi. And 'that one's' voice.
Watched by two. If I broke... I'd betray, blade to their necks.
Become not-me... But they'd forgive this. Hunger's instinct, survival essential, right?
"Semen smell... always this good♡♥ Drooling nonstop...]
[Haa♥ Haa♥ Dinner ready, Muse ma'am♥ Eat up♥ Our semen♥]
What they brought: barely 'food'—sallow lump.
Steaming fresh, plopped casually before me. Plate: floor. Utensils: hands.
Dozen loads molded like clay—raw semen ball. I drooled onto it.
Hungry? Appetizing? Beyond appetite issues.
--Squelch♡♥ Squelch♡♥
"Haa♡♥ Weird... this ain't food♡♥]
Like table manners, fingers plunged into pussy, stirring♡♥ Body and mind diverged.
Mind: never eat. But mouth watered, pussy stirred, eyes sparkled...
Frail mind couldn't win.
[Wine to match dinner? Muse ma'am♥]
"Semen... wine...? Hng♡♥]
Perfect thick semen-cheese wine... elegant bottle sidelong. Surely semen inside.
Aa♡♥ Perfect match♡♥
Endurance tested. But Clarice overlooked: leave one of five semen-wines, two cock-cigarettes—any kind—wins.
One loophole... hehe♡♥ Still a kid, Clarice♡♥
uncontrollable now. One or two loads? Maybe resist. But twelve?
Impossible... "One glass... just one♡♥]
[Yesss♥ Prettiest glass ready—enjoy♥]
Fallen girl gripped bottle reverse, uncorked, poured into cleavage... Aa♡♥ Ultimate glass...
For precious semen-wine, forced wobbly legs stood. Buried face in cleavage.
Next act singular...
"Gulp♡♥ Gulp♡♥ Slurp... haa... cough♡♥ Good♥ Tasty♥]
What♡♥ Insane♡♥ Reins snapped, smeared face guzzling cleavage semen wildly.
Gray-white skin sweat + thick semen novel scent/taste... addicted♡♥
Spicy-sweet♡♥ Familiar. Tongue remembered.
Last night restaurant food... Body remembers♡♥ Instincts♡♥
--Slurp♡♥ Sluuurp♡♥
"Mmm♡♥ More, more♡♥]
[Plenty♥ Take slow, Muse ma'am♥ Four bottles left♥]
Four enough... Rule: leave one of five wines, two cigs♡♥ Testing endurance...
Okay, forgive once♡♥ I win anyway♡♥ I'll save you, Clarice♡♥
"Haven't touched main dish♡♥ More♥]
Floor semen-cheese untouchable, greedily suckling her tits.
But soon... [Here, aaang♥ We'll feed you♥]
"Kng♥ Good girl♥ Aaah♥]
Reading me? Semen-floored tiles sprouted tentacles right at face. Girls scooped, fed mouth.
Close... unbearable♥ Opened to feeding hand...
--Gulp♡♥♥ Gulp♡♥♥ Ngh...
『Martyr Moon - Day 1 (Morning)』
"Ngh... mouth reeks of semen♥]
All night indulgence. No body-mingling only.
Mouth semen-stuffed; wines gone, girls refilled belly with their semen/nectar.
Then cig invite... Recall leave-one rule, smoked one unwillingly.
Never smoked before... naturally lipped, licked spicy cock-leaf paper, cock-night cig smoke-dazed, masturbated mindlessly.
Aa... cigs this tasty♡♥ Knight stress, unvented by music—cigs could've fixed instantly♡♥
Now breathing: no fresh air, church semen/nectar/cig afterglow heating chest.
Whatever♡♥ One cig. Skip those, I win♡♥
"Y'all... weak♥ Still hungry, but feeders collapsed...]
Post-glow survey: girls tentacle-chair-bound, climaxing semen/juice sprays. Semen thin-colored, tasteless likely.
Disappointed, scanned. Still crimson-black decor. Goddess statue oddly endearing. Lewd-posed erect-cock statues hardened mine♡♥
"Haaa♡♥ Annoying, won't go down...]
Wait... erection not deflating annoying? Should be joy?
All-night wrung girls: majestic cocks wilted, balls shriveled—pitiful.
That's slave fate... pathetic. Inner tsk, scanned elsewhere.
Clarice said stay in church, no zone bans. Free roam inside.
Slaves—her eyes/ears—down anyway. No shackles left.
"Personal room... check?]
Goddess statue right door. Inside: high priestess quarters, nuns' lounge.
Auditorium like this, no guarantee safe—but curiosity pulled.
Something calling? Strong beyond door.
Why sense now...? Mystery, but curiosity unstoppable.
--Slap... slap...
No shoes, barefoot slapping to door, entered quarters.
[Didn't escape curse here either.]
Like auditorium, quarters crimson-black. Bed, shelves, desk—all boundaryless tainted.
My fault for hoping... Wait, what's that...?
Sole holdout color in crimson-black: one object.
"Rapier?]
Undeniable. My knight-era fave weapon.
But not standard. Blade razor-sharp, tip barbed spikes...
Not just pierce—guts on insert, infinite agony victim.
Yet... seeing it, I approached instinctively.
Not just legs. Head throbbed...!
"Grab... wanna hold... witness glory...! To meet Goddess...]
Drawn... closer... grasp ends it... End...? No, beginning♥
『Martyr Moon - Day 1 (Lunch)』
Next day, church front—feeling pre-cum-hoarding hyper cock/balls' heft for Muse.
Why now? Felt it♥ Mother's thick mana devouring Muse's faint humanity—corruption moment♥
Not just me. Mother's children, my sisters/comrades surely sensed.
Not our semen/nectar/saliva mana—pure Mother's mana contact dropped Muse to end. Vivid in mind.
Optimal to fully corrupt, send to Mother—I dashed in.
[Lustrous, beautiful♥]
First interior view: not prior church. Crimson-black mana, Blair's mana-saturated tentacles/mana-overrun, great Mother-goddess statue end.
[Aa... Muse♥]
Beneath, prostrated: Muse. But not last seen.
Breasts/hips ballooned manifold yet firm, cock/pussy flood-spraying semen/nectar.
One more: sensed Mother's mana. Source: beside head.
Vivid pink hilt, all-shredding blade rapier. Mother's relic predestined for Muse. Same mana as my spear.
"Hng... saw... saw it♥ Miracle♥]
Closer, Muse's voice: trembling anticipation.
Unaware/knowing I'm behind, she shook ass temptingly, begging thrust.
Not all. Left arm: prosthetic spot now monstrous thick grotesque limb.
Ferocious claws, cock-vein-like bulging vessels, blood-engorged murky hue.
Undeniable... Mother's power♥
"Raysi... knew you came♥ Thrust quick♥ Goddess told♥ Perfect me♥ Free from false world♥ Hurryyy♥]
Fully beside, Muse spoke sans turning. Thick ass wiggling coquettishly, hot-breath words revealed: Muse's time ended... her era as my corrupted mate began♥
[As wished♥ I'll perfect you♥ Muse♥]
Groin-center towering, girth/length record hyper cock♥ Long-awaited moment♥
--Squelch~~♥ Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Ngh, ugh...! Hng♥ Ra, Raysi... good♥]
[Haaaaang♥ Muse inside, squeezing perfect♥ Dimension beyond before♥]
Thrust into pussy... that instant♥ Nearly came holding back, moved hips.
Muse pussy alive, softly enveloped, pussyflesh teased demanding semen♥
Can't lose control♥ She's corruptee, I'm corrupter♥
Fill with corruption semen, contact Mother—goal♥
--Bang♥ Bang♥ Bang♥ Bang♥ Squelbang♥ Squelbang♥ Squelbang!
"Hng... aa...]
[Muse♥ Muse♥ Love you♥ Love you♥]
Bigger hip swings. Mind cock-focused.
Limit-transcending erection effortlessly accepted, greedily milking: Muse pussy♥
Thrusting, leaned whispering ear: Love, love, love♥ Give all♥ Dye semen, happy together♥ Remarry vow. My love... Muse♥ Accept semen♥
[Ohhooooo♥ Muse, Museeeee♥]
"Hng♥ Glacia... Mom♥]
