The throne room reeked of copper and stale, divine musk.

The incubus lord sprawled on the blackened stone, his massive frame glistening with sweat, purple veins bulging against his dark skin like wet ropes.

His cock was a monstrous slab of corruption, throbbing violently, the mushroom-head purple and weeping thick, ropy pre-cum that smelled like musk and ammonia—a scent that drove holy beings insane.

Five goddesses crawled over him, their golden auras dimmed, reduced to nothing but wet holes begging for defilement.

Three choked on his shaft, their divine throats distended visibly as they tried to swallow the impossible girth.

One nature goddess had her cheeks stretched translucent, the ridge of his cock-head visible through her skin as she gagged, saliva and snot bubbling down her chin while her tongue desperately lashed at the leaking piss-slit, desperate for a drop of his unholy nectar.

The other two ravaged his balls, sucking the heavy, wrinkled skin until the testicles clicked together like billiard balls, draining him dry.

To his right, two deities of light pressed their tits against him, nipples hard and leaking milk from the overstimulation, green veins throbbing around the areolas as they ground their sensitive flesh against his jagged scales, abandoning their dignity for friction.

His tail, a thick, muscular appendage, forced itself into one girl's ass, reaming her out with a wet squelch, hooking her in right ways until she drooled vacantly, her halo flickering out as her pussy gushed milk out.

Then the Valkyrie moved. She didn't worship; she presented. She bent over, spreading her ass cheeks to reveal a pink, gaping hole that was twitching, hungry, and glistening with slime.

'He's going to rip me in half,' she thought, a jolt of sick pleasure hitting her gut. She grabbed the base of his cock—her hands couldn't even wrap halfway around the throbbing trunk—and lined up her cunt. The head alone was the size of a fist, the ridges scraping her sensitive inner lips as she lowered herself.

Her pussy lips peeled back, turning white from the tension, the meat stretching to its absolute limit.

SHLICK. SQUELCH.

"Fuuuck... it's... it's too big...!"

She sank down, eyes rolling back as the intruder invaded her guts, reorganizing her organs. The head smashed past her cervical ring with a sickening pop, plugging her womb directly.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Hnnngh! Ahhh! RUIN MEEE!"

He didn't hold back. He bucked his hips, slamming her down. Her ass cheeks clapped against his thighs, sending shockwaves through her fat.

With every bottoming out, the shape of his cock head was visible pressing against her lower belly, an obscene bulge pushing out her skin as he rearranged her insides.

PLAP! CRUNCH! PLAP!

"Fuck, look at your stomach push out," he growled, his voice a vibrating bass that rattled her bones. "Taking every inch of my demon cock like a cheap sheath. Is this what a goddess is good for?"

"Yesss! Break my womb! Fill me up with your filth!" she screamed, her face twisted in a classic ahegao—tongue lolling out, eyes crossed, drool swinging in a long bridge between her mouth and her tits.

The friction was unbearable; the ridges of his cock scraped her vaginal walls raw, the heat intense enough to cook her from the inside.

His tail whipped around, the spade-tip flicking her clit brutally with every thrust, overstimulating her until her legs shook uncontrollably.

SMACK! SPLORTCH!

He grabbed her hips, his claws digging into the soft flesh until blood welled, and drove it home, burying himself balls-deep, grinding his pubic bone against her clit.

"Tell me, Valkyrie," he sneered, watching her belly swell with his length. "Does that odin stretch your guts like this? Does even thor's hammer scrape your fucking womb?"

She convulsed, clamping down on his shaft with a grip that would sever a normal man. "No... nothing fucks like you... Aaaahhhhnnggh!!"

The room was a cacophony of wet flesh slapping wet flesh, the smell of sex overwhelming.

He prepared to flood her, his balls tightening, ready to pump gallons of seed into her battered breeder-hole.

But the climax broke with a snap of steel.

The blade slid into his chest with a wet crunch, sliding between ribs. His amethyst eyes blew wide, the lust freezing instantly. He looked down at the Valkyrie impaled on his lap.

She wasn't looking at him with hate. Her face was still flushed pink, covered in sweat and drool.

Her tongue hung out like a thirsty animal, her expression stupid with lust—a horny, desperate pig.

Tears streamed down her cheeks from the sheer overstimulation, mixing with the snot on her lip.

She twisted the knife, even as her pussy still clamped reflexively around his dying throb, squeezing him milk-dry.

"That's why... for almighty father..." she panted, her voice thick and slurping, eyes rolling back in her head as she shuddered. "That's why... you need to be removed from the seven compartments of heaven... you addicitve unethical demon!"

At that moment, even as death approached, a smile crept onto the demon's face. He remembered a fleeting image of a face illuminated by light, a hand slipping from his own as she disappeared, a consequence of his preference for lust over love.

Her final words resonated with clarity now, even though he had always known them to be true, struggling to suppress his ego but finally got to confront the reality of his choices.

"Cough...! Haah... is this why she told me to choose wives not whore— guess, I will take a retirement then—"

[ Race Integration: 16/100% reached ('''Non-Accessible Notification.) (Demonic Lust Transmuted to Choosen Lust) ( Unlocking a piece of memory within Host subconscious) ]

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"Haaah.... Haaah....! Wh-what the fuck...?" Viktor's eyes suddenly shot open late at night after having a nightmare.

His chest heaved, sweat slicking his skin as he stared up at the dark wooden ceiling. The details of the dream were already dissolving like smoke, leaving only a frantic, racing heart and a sheen of cold perspiration on his forehead.

He sat up slightly, groaning as he rubbed his temples, trying to steady his breathing. The room was silent, save for the soft rhythm of breathing on either side of him.

He looked left. Mira was fast asleep, her lush, heavy body sprawled shamelessly. Naked, her massive breasts flattened slightly against the mattress, the dark pink nipples stark against her pale skin.

He looked right. Helena was curled up, her back to him, her hip bone creating a sharp, elegant curve in the moonlight.

Viktor exhaled, the tension slowly leaving his shoulders. Just a dream. Just a—

Throb.

He froze.

Down between his legs, his cock wasn't sleeping. It was awake. Violently awake.

He looked down. His shaft was soaring straight up, straining against the cool night air. It was painfully tight, the skin pulled so taut it looked translucent.

The violet-pink head was swollen, angrily gorged with blood, and weeping clear, sticky fluids.

A heavy bead of precum dripped from the slit, sliding down the underside of the glans.

His balls felt heavy, aching with a fullness that bordered on agony. The earlier release hadn't been enough.

His body was demanding more, overflowing with seed that needed somewhere to go.

Viktor gritted his teeth, shifting his hips. The friction of the sheet against his glans sent a jolt of electricity straight up his spine.

He turned his head toward Mira again.

Her lips were slightly parted, a soft snore escaping them. Her legs were slightly agape, just enough to tease the shadow of her womanhood.

The beast in his blood roared.

'...We are now couples, right?'

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