Chapter 1 - Miklan's Madness

Foreword: Please note that this story contains some spoilers from the game that may be considered crucial to progression. To avoid these if worried, play past Chapter 5 in any of the houses first. 



   "So, you think you can take the lance from me, huh? I'll kill you... I'll kill every last one of you!" Miklan yelled in a gruff, vengeful cry. He raised the Lance of Ruin above his head and brought it down in a savage, swift strike, cutting the air in its wake. Byleth watched, unable to do anything but watch, as Edelgard spun to react to the blow all too late. Edelgard, for all the defense she could muster, was surrounded due to a particularly bad decision on Byleth's part. The spear cut through the air with a clean 'swish' until the sound of metal being torn asunder and juicy, sticky cutting echoed between them. Byleth was also equally overwhelmed, two enemies on either side of her. In front, a sword user constantly laying swift strikes that she had to block, and behind an armored hulk of a bandit with a kite shield. 

    "No!" Byleth yelled out as she watched Edelgard fall to the ground, clanking at every step of the way in her heavy armor. Rivers of crimson red spewed from the deep chest gash on the armor plating, as axe and shield fell from her hands. Something snapped in her, time froze and in her panic addled rage, everything rewinded. She felt tears welling up in her as she went back, more and more. Then it all stopped, and the flow of time began to tick forward. In the back of her mind the sound of distraught, anxious Sothis began to cry. 

   "What's wrong with me? Not now… I cant be out of time yet! I'm sorry" she spoke distantly from inside the mind of Byleth. Her heart sank, and she watched as Miklan took charge at Edelgard once again. Byleth let tears stream from her eyes as she spun, disregarding the swordsman in front of her, and turning her back on the pair of bandits in range. Explosive searing pain spread immediately from shoulder blade to her hip as a blade cut through her cloak and shredded her armor, leaving a deep laceration across her back. Byleth couldn't care, she had to save Edelgard. Byleth heard the axe knight grunting with a mix of strain and battle cry as he heaved the axe into the air, preparing to strike. She dove, as best her body would move last second and managed to earn only a glancing blow. The axe clipped her war boots and slowed the impact, but not before the steel of the axe bit a couple inches into her lower leg. 

   Byleth tripped and stumbled, but she was in range now. It was not in vain, she thought. As she fell she threw her arm forward and swung the Sword of the Creator with all her might. The chain links came undone and the sword became a whip, as it sailed forth and intercepted his attack. In front of Edelgards face, where the Lance of Ruin previously would have moved past and delivered a fatal blow, was now the shakey hovering tip of the bone coloured weaponry. Miklan grunted in pain as he paused, arms extended mid swing, the tip of the Sword of the Creator piercing his forearm. Edelgard let her eyes travel down the chain blade and to the bloodied prone body of her beloved mentor. 

   "Professor! Everyone, move to help her! Linhardt, Psychic now!" Edelgard yelled out with tears streaming to her eyes and clouding her vision. Fear, sadness, and panic were layered upon her command. It was a sound that rattled the entire squad, brought their eyes over to the pair fighting in the front lines. Their leader, Edelgard spoke in such a weakened, broken tone, and their teacher lay upon the ground in a pool of her own blood, barely able to keep her eyes open. It shook them, demoralized them. Ferdinand nearly dropped his lance as his confidence was shattered. Bernadetta fainted mid-battle, standing up. Caspar stared slack jaw, no quirky comments to be held. Dorothea fell to her knees behind him, one hand outstretched as if reaching for the pair weakly. 

   "This is unposs- impossible." Petra shook her head in angry defiance, though her fighting spirit felt drained and her sword felt more like an anvil, heavy and slow. Linhardt, having been called on to heal, gagged and threw up at the sight of the blood, as he reached one hand forward and tried to cast even as he heaved his stomach's contents onto the stone tile below him. Gilbert, the knight sent to protect the children, and one with many more years of combat experience realized the demoralizing blow of seeing their leaders in ruin upon the battlefield. He thrust the arm of his axe forward and knocked a bandit upon his ass, before cutting into him. He prepared to belt out a rallying cry, even as he raised his shield to block an arrow. 

    He never got the chance, before the deep, brooding voice of the often quiet Hubert rang out, rallying everyone. He sprinted forward with a murderous battle cry, visibly stunning the pair of swordsmen between him and Edelgard. One hand flashed with deep, dark magics, as a Miasma exploded inches behind the swordsman behind Edelgard, and almost immediately after a second one sparked into existence before Miklan's eyes. Battle hardened and quick reaction time, he wrenched his arms free from the chain blade and leaped backwards, thick splatters of blood splashing at his feet in his wake. Miklan could feel the dark magical energy radiating with murderous intent and couldn't help but admire the dedication and unflinching resolve the young man held. 

   "Not bad for your kind. A bunch of spoiled rotten children!" He said with sweat on his brow. He raised his arm to charge once more. Hubert placed himself between the pair, prepared to block for Edelgard with his own body if need be. Miklan took one step forward, and froze as a blinding eerie red glow erupted from the lance. The weapon suddenly felt as though it weighed thousands of pounds, it was all he could do to maintain grip. The lance illuminated the ruins around them, turning all eyes on him. The bandits and students froze alike in awe. Byleth raised her head weakly as each breath caused the wound on her back to open and close slightly, and in doing so sent needles of torturous pain spider webbing across her body. Suddenly, from the void crest stone slot in the Lance of Ruin a bubbly block ooze began to leak. It swelled forth from nowhere, from the weapon itself. Miklan stumbled back as he tried to release the lance, yet something otherworldly was holding him back from it, and holding him to the lance. 

   Brilliant energy erupted forth from the weapon and painted the walls in shadows, as Miklan's ire soaked confidence drained away from his face and trouble hysteria replaced it. Bubbly tendrils of blackness crawled from the weapon and over his arm. A searing heat like liquid fire rolled over him, and yet he was unable to scream. Finally he cried out and began clawing at the oozing tendrils, pain and terror so strong that even those around him were shaken. He clawed at his arms, until the sickness swallowed the pair. It crept up his body and wrapped him in demonic tendrils of forbidden energy. He screamed and screeched in unbearable pain. Hubert, one having tortured people to death even felt a shred of remorse. He turned and grabbed Edelgard by the shoulders and shook her. 

   "Lady Edelgard, get ahold of yourself. This is no time to let emotions get the best of us!" He said. Edelgard shook with the impact, yet her head remained still as she focused on the man being eaten by horrible magics. Meanwhile, Gilbert slowly walked forward. He knew nothing of what this was, in all his years. Yet something told him to get these children out of here. He walked right up to Linhardt, spittle still dribbling from his maw and down his elegant attire. 

   "Cast the spell, boy." He said as he laid a hand on his shoulder. And luckily, he did. A green glow of healing light enveloped Byleth and the wound on her back closed up. Byleth kept her composure, one for calm rational thought rather than panic. She pushed her arms and legs under her and began to stand. As she did, the pained screams of Miklan rose, as it took his shoulders and chest. 

   "What the hell?!" He yelled, before flailing and giving into panic. His screams echoed off the walls and he threw his head back as he tried to run away from his own skin. Still, he was stuck. He could not let go of the lance, nor could he move. He could only scream as the tentacles of energy consumed his flesh and oozing fluids rolled over his skin and left them burning as if on fire. It crawled up his neck and soon cut off his screams and his sight. All that was Miklan was now a writhing cocoon of black pulsing magics. It seemed to bubble and expand, as if something was clawing and kicking under the surface of it. Gilbert passed the bandits that gawked at the horrible sight, and pulled Byleth to her feet by under the arm. 

   "Can you fight?" He asked, even as the cocoon grew larger. She nodded. Byleth looked around, her students were scattered and injured, and their will to fight was practically diminished. She then squeezed her hand on her weapon tighter and looked right back at Gilbert. He knew what she was thinking with a glance. He had seen it before. It was the look of a leader prepared to sacrifice themselves for their people. "I understand." He said gruffly, though he had no intention of letting such a talented youth such as herself go down as a sacrifice. 

   "Regroup and fall back!" Byleth yelled out, in her most inspiring voice. Her sword raised into the air, it glowed a bright eerie red as a beacon for all to see. Just as she thrust it into the air, be cocoon burst open and one massive veiny clawed hand pushed into the air. Byleth had made the right call, whatever that was, with everyone so worn. they could not fight it. Bandits gasped and students recoiled in fear alike. They had watched a man be swallowed by darkness and from it, a monstrous beast began to emerge. 

   "I said run everyone!" Byleth one again rallied. The beastly arm shoved forth and the massive energy cocoon disappeared with a bloody explosion and the creature took shape. Bandits turned tail and ran, some stayed, frozen in fear. Edelgard finally snapped too, as she gulped and relayed the order. Hubert placed one hand on her shoulder as she turned to ensure she did not turn back. Ferdinand and Caspar worked together to load the fainted Bernadetta onto horseback, and they rode off, Caspar running behind. Dorothea shook her head as she stood up. 

   "Professor, please." She begged her to come, seeing Byleth gripping her weapon in determination. Edelgard turned, even while being hurried by Hubert. 

   "My Professor, you must come to." She turned, shouldering Hubert away. He shook his head, and looked over at Byleth as well. She simply smiled at the pair, a gentle and kind smile. One that made Edelgard and Dorothea's hearts melt, and sink all at once. 

   "You will not die here, Professor. It would devastate Lady Edelgard." Hubert said as he squeezed Edelgard's shoulder. Linhardt took Dorothea by the hand and gave her a nod as he tried to reassure her of the same. His gaze was not one of confidence though, and the sour spittle that made a line from his chin to his tunic didn't help either. 

    "Of course, Hubert. Everyone, go. I will return." Byleth lied through her teeth, the kindest and most sincere smile she could manage. She did feel oddly at ease, knowing she was resigning herself to death, but didn't show it. It was convincing enough for them though. Caspar waved a hand from a large stone door as they turned and ran, leaving Byleth, Gilbert, and a handful of bandits to remain. This creature threw its head back as it cast off the remaining black magic that rolled and convulsed over its skin like an angry sea. A horrid, ear piercing screech bellowed out and made everyone nearby wince and forced their hands to instinctively cover their ears. Byleth cast one last look back at her students, who were crowing the doorway and gave them a reassuring nod as she squared shoulders with Gilbert and prepared to fight. The students disappeared, believing in their teacher. However grim it looked, she wouldn't lie to them. 

   Or so they thought. The beast spread his arms, and roared, giving everyone a good look at it. It appeared much like a giant lizard, except for the blackened, ridge like skin that covered its body. It was light tightly bound cables all woven over a muscular body. It's back and head were covered in a strange material. It was shiny like metal but smooth and porous like bone. Spiky spines protruded from his back and down its tail, and an armour like coating covered it head and upper half. Soul searching red eyed glowed from within the skull like armor and teeth, part of the skull like covering, were long and numerous. They were sharp jagged teeth that fit together nearly perfectly, yet in no sort of organized way. Some teeth were bigger or smaller than others, some were angled differently, yet they all came together like a puzzle as he closed his jaw once more from his rage filled scream. 

   His eyes swept the battlefield, he snapping his head from one direction to another, before his predatory gaze landed on the person closest to him. Wisely, Byleth and Gilbert were slowly backing up, and the unfortunate soul to be preyed upon first was a pale skinned bald bandit. One huge arm reached out, and picked up the bandit. Seeing the difference in size now made the pair of heroes gulp. This monster, that was Miklan, now stood roughly 16 feet tall. His front clawed hand was easily big enough to grab the man, who was taller than Byleth, around the shoulders and hold him by his head. His fingers ended in 2 foot long claws, and the strength in his hands was made apparent when he lifted the man to his snout and gave him a small sniff… Before crushing his skull and ribcage like a grape. Blood gushed from the man's body in a waterfall as his screams were silenced and his body went limp. He then threw him away like a piece of garbage. 

   Another pair of bandits suddenly began to run for one of the doors. They caught the beasts attention and he charged at them. He lowered himself to the ground and sprinted on all 4 legs, as he threw his massive skull covered head back and forth. The distance he covered was far too much for a creature of his size. Byleth and Gilbert, seeing him charging away from them turned to run too. 

   "I will stall him. You must escape and live on." Gilbert said, heavy plate armor and tower shield clearly weighing him down. Byleth could easily outrun him. She wanted to protest, but she knew he was serious. After only 100 feet, clanking the entire way, they heard the screams of the other bandits silenced. Byleth turned to look back at them. She could see Gilbert already trailing about 20 feet behind her, and the pair of bandits underfoot of the monster. He had his nose low to the ground and to sniff at them too. Before his gaze snapped toward the pair trying to make their escape. He applied his weight to his paws that were already on the bandits and their writhing, airless gasps ceased as the faint sound of bones crunching could be heard. Then bloodied clumps of dirt and stone were kicked up as the beast launched itself at them. 

   Gilbert knew he was too old and slow to outrun. He turned and brandished his axe. "By my honor as a knight…" he said as he swung it at the lunging monster. Giant claws clashed with his angled shield and he parried them away, and axe struck true. The beast recoiled as a nasty gash was opened up from its chest, a cut right down parallel to the sternum. Gilbert let out a battle cry as he drew back his weapon for another attack, grandiose dreams of glory were painted before his eyes, and they strengthened his strike. The beast was still recoiling, head thrown back and chest expanding. Or, so he thought. The beast reared back on its hind legs and out of the way of the strike as it looked down on the older knight. Concentrated blades of sonic energy shot out of its maw and covered the battlefield in a semicircular dome before the beast. Gilbert pulled his shield up to block what he could but even through his armours lacerations decorated his body. 

   Miklan, or what remained of him, uppercut at the slowed knight and pierced his gut with several claws, causing him to spew blood from his lips. Weapon and shield fall from his hands as he was lifted up to the beast's face. A quick sniff, and he hurled the knight's fading body. The heavy armoured body slammed into the wall above the doorframe Byleth had her focus on. He sent a spray of rubble from the wall into her way as the structural integrity failed and it caved in. Byleth saw his lifeless face amongst the rubble and felt panic begin to rumble within her for her own life for the first time. She looked for the next nearest door, and realized it was nearly 100 feet away. Her legs couldn't carry her there before Miklan would to her. She instead turned to face her death. 

   She watched as the huge beast spread its arms and roared again, chest billowing before the powerful cry vibrated the room. From its chest wound she saw something pushing up from under the surface, before 4 tendrils pushed out from the wound. They writhed and wiggled in the air, pushing out as he roared. Each hovered and wiggled around as if they had a mind of their own. Byleth swallowed as she made quick side steps to lessen the distance between her and the door, while holding her sword tightly between the beast and herself. It then lowered its gaze onto her and ran forward. It was on her in moments, a swift right hook with claws extended at her. Byleth did a leaping backflip, even as pain from her previous wound pricked and prodded her body. It had been closed up and mended, but it was not perfect. She managed to avoid the claws and she raised her weapon to retaliate. There was no time, as the flash of metal like claws from her left caught her gaze. She parried with the Sword of the Creator as she ducked, trying to knock them away and lower her center of gravity. 

   Then the tendrils lunged forward. She tried to spin out of the way but a pair of them latched into her arm and coiled up it. Each was like a snake, tightly constricting around her arm and trying to crush it. Her blouse strainer as she tried to rip her arm away. She felt the fabric tear as it yanked back and tried to pull her back. The beast raised his arm as he prepared to cut her into ribbons now that she was trapped down. Byleth clenched her jaw and spun, preparing to lose her arm as she wrenched her entire body away from the attack. Her shoulder strained, threatening to dislocate, but it was the fabric of her outfit that gave in. Weakened from the shoulder to hip cut in the cloth, as she pulled away her sleeve and half of it just came undone and she slipped her arm through the fabric and dove away. She landed on her hands and chin, as her exposed breast came in contact with the cold stone. 

   The beast lifted half of the shirt into the air and up to his maw, where he gave it a few sniffs. The tendrils tightened around it before he gave a high pitched, rumbling chortle. She began to scramble to her feet but one of the tendrils shot forward and grabbed her by the ankle and hoisted her into the air. She went to swing her weapon at it, but another swiftly snaked around her wrist and pulled. She was strung up in the air by her leg, with her arm being pulled the opposite way and making her back ache. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily and half of her upper body was on display. Her freed breast knocked against her chin. It was an easy D cup breast with a soft pink areola. She twisted and fought him but got nowhere. The beast lifted her into the air a few feet from his face and he deeply took in her scent. Apparently, finding something he enjoyed enough to not kill her, he instead held her in the air at his arms length and gave a soft roar. 

   What happened next truly made Byleth begin to panic. From his pelvis a bubbling could be seen shifting under the skin, before it bulged up and out and a slit between the cord like rows of his skin opened up, and a demonic otherworldly cock slipped out. It grew, and grew. It pushed forward further until it approached her face, her eyes going wide. 2… 3… No, more than 4 feet of slimy, foreign cock pushed out of his pelvis. It was massive. She was forced to stare as the dinner plate like crown pushed at her head. It was almost as thick around as her waist and just beyond that it narrowed only slightly. It had a large flat cap with a solid, mostly smooth shaft beyond it. Finger thick nerves adorned it in spastic placements, some even seeming to shift under the surface. Halfway down a thick ring separated the first half, and the second half. It pulsed with the monster's heartbeat visibly. The second half of the shaft was a bit more estranged. There was a row of fleshy nubs on the underside until it came to the base, where she watched a huge knot squeeze out of the pelvis opening. She gulped, seeing it from tip to base, it as tall as her if she were kneeling. The strange, hybrid cock surely weighed over 100 pounds! 

   "Oh my, I must say I believe we are finished." Sothis said far off in her mind. "Unless… I can bestow upon you some of my strength, but you may wish you would die instead… Tell me now, because once gifted, I cannot take it back." She said with a sad overtone. Images of her students flashed behind Byleth's gaze. She wished more than anything to see them once more. She wanted to see them grow, to learn. She wanted to hold them close in embrace and tell them how proud she was of them. 

   "Help me, Sothis." Byleth whispered, just in time to open her mouth to receive a high powered spray of pre-seed. It was a salty, slimy mixture that was quickly rubbed around as the flare tip ground against her face. The tip easily covered her face from chin to eyes and obscured her vision, clouded her senses with nothing but overpowering spice. It was like aged, almost turned bad tea. That had been soaked in vinegar. After she spoke, Byleth felt a deep whirl of power spin within her and and a chilling refreshing aura seemed to fill her. Her wounds no longer stabbed at her with needle like intensity every time she moved. She quietly thanked Sothis, though mentally as she was unable to with a mammoth like meat slab in her face. 

   "I must… sleep now. And no, it's not because I wish to… shelter myself from this horror." Sothis said, yawning heavily. Byleth did not blame her, if she were to leave if she had the option to. Though, that level of drained yawning was one that was hard to fake. As her voice trailed off, the beneficial boon she had gifted her did not. Byleth was thankful, even as her cheeks and lips were assaulted by the diner plate wide flare. It squished and bounced off her face with the elasticity of moshi. She kept her lips tightly pressed together in a crease as the monster shifted his hips just slightly and caused the cock to smear the fluids across her face and neck. One of his clawed hands reached forward and grabbed at what remained of her clothes. It tore the upper half off all at once, then returned to cut her shorts from her body. A warm tingle of pain formed where his claw cut along her shorts, but no wound formed. Either he was being uncharacteristically gentle, or this was the work of Sothis's power. 

   His claws snatched up the shorts and tore her black decorative leggings, leaving her only in shredded leggings and her boots. The beast moved another hand down to its own cock and began to move along it. A few half hearted strokes later, after having continually beat her in the face with the flare, he seemed to grow bored with her passive resistance at the end of his cock. Tendrils lashed out and latched onto her other remaining free arms and suspended her in a drawn out 'x' with her legs spread and hairless gash facing the ceiling. He brought her face closer and more firmly to his member. It slipped past and over her cheeks a few times, but he would always reassert his member to her lips every time, and the pressure would resume. She felt her lips being pried open by the angle and depth in which his cock pushed at her, but she shook her face and continued to shove it off course. 

   He let out a loud belt of a roar, showing his annoyance in the situation. Then, his massive set of jaws loomed closer and parted. Hot moist breath covered her exposed rear and tiny slit. She gulped, dreading what was to come. Byleth couldn't keep her mouth shut any longer, when his serpentine foot long, staff thick tongue shot from his jaw and into the depths of her cunny. Her loins were basically dry, yet he shoved in with the slimy appendage with such strength she was worried it would just keep going and skewer her. Though, it hit her natural barrier of her womb and began to coil and flail. She screamed for a second before her jaw was forced wide enough for her to hear a snap. There was no pain, but she was acutely aware he had just dislocated her jaw. Within her forced wide cunny she also felt no pain, but the drooling tongue stroked at every nerve and stretched each muscle. She felt as though she was taking a brutal fisting, and that she was made to enjoy every bit of it. 

   The dinner plate thick cock lurched past her jaw and forced her teeth to grind hard against the leathery skin of the cockhead. The flare bumped past each tooth separately, before staining access to her throat. Her eyes went wide as she could see her nose scrunched up and sliding along the shaft, and her jaw was gaped wide against her neck, even as her body was forced to arch and contour to his length. Her throat ached as if she had swallowed too much water at once, as the cock bypassed her throat and bulged it obscenely wide. It rather quickly made work of her tiny body, to her surprise. The cock began to widen her esophagus as it continued to shove forward. Her eyes trailed down the length, as tears formed in her eyes. He had only forcefully fed her about a foot of cock, and she could already feel him straining her ribcage and crushing her lungs. The tendrils pulled and tugged at her joints to help keep her from moving as his hips humped ever forward. They had yet to pull back. 

   Byleth groaned around his massive length as his tongue flailed within her. It curled up in a ball and expanded her at her deepest point first, before flexing and licking away at her. She could feel her skin stretching around her waistband to accommodate his girth. What remained of her leggings rolled over the bulge as it shifted in her. Her throaty groans were quite pleasurable to nearly torso thick hunk of cockmeat in her gullet and the beast it belonged to. Halfway down her esophagus the cock twitched and a bulge could be felt along the creature's cum vein. It traveled past her lips and down her throat before shooting into the tight hole. The warmth spread immediately and shot into her stomach. It was a thick, molten spray. Her insides felt it continuously sloshing around even as the beast began to pull her down further. Byleth let her eyes roll up into her hooded eyelids and tried to do anything but focus on the feel of monster Miklan using her body. 

   A sudden lurch forward followed by an intense nausea informed her that the cock had reached her stomach. She was forced to stare down at the floor and watch how drool and spittle dripped down onto the stone tile. From her ever tongue lashed cunny her juices began to flow and now rolled down her stomach and her ass crack. They trailed her spine and rolled over the bulging stomach and into the valley of her massive breasts. She could feel the tickling rivets of her juices moving down her body, she could feel the tongue making swirling, probing motions within her lower lips, and she could feel the cock pulsing and prodding at the bottom of her stomach. Everything was unnaturally clear to her and her body buzzed with pleasure despite her best efforts. She cast her gaze over the cock and saw the medial ring slowly approaching. She wanted to take some solace in the fact she had almost taken it halfway, yet it only brought upon more dread. Did he intend to use all of it on her? 

   The beast let out a soft chuckle, while still tongue fucking her box, and moved one hand to wrap around her middle. He tugged her down crudely. Her eyes went wide as she felt her lower stomach opening up and felt the bulge stretching her further open. Inches of her intestines were forced straight by the beastial cock, and her midsection widened with it. He lifted and pushed at her, using her body as a masturbatory tool, each time testing her body further and carving her insides into the shape of his cock. Her eyes shut tight when the medial ring beat against her lips, the thick bulge of it pulsating with warmth. It hit her lips a dozen times, each time more roughly than the last. The beast grew frustrated with her tightness, or at least her resistance to further penetration. Byleth was sure he was enjoying the tightness, by the way the cock pulsed and twitched all the way inside her. 

   Tentacles pulled at her arms and the black beast brought her forward all at once and finally the medial ring popped into her lips. He didn't waste any time, and she felt it bumping past her teeth and further thickening her throat as he shoved forward brutally. The tendrils let go of her arms, and she just allowed them to hand there above her head. Her shoulders were sore from all the pulling and she had little strength or mental capacity to move them. The two flexible rods slid up her body and coiled around her large mammaries. They circled them a couple times each, starting at the very base of them and wrapping around until they nearly obscured them. The tips of them seemed to leak a sticky fluid that allowed the lengths to slide, squeeze and constrict more freely. She would have yelled if she could, but instead she just treated the cock to throat deep massages from her vibrating voice box. 

   They coiled and pulled, squeezed and tugged. The tentacles handled her breasts more savagely than the roughest of lovers would dare, and yet she felt a quiver in her loins, an electric like shudder that made her back roll for a moment. She felt her eyes straining as she blinked away tears. She wanted to run, to escape and rid herself of this. Yet, with each new movement he made, she was subjected to a whole new sort of pleasure and it quickly became overwhelming. Byleth groaned around his cock despite trying to hold it back. His tongue began to slip and push back and forth, pistoning into her tiny pussy and the pointed tip prodding at the tiny donut hole of her cervix. As it shoved forward the tip would continue to wiggle and lap at her inner sanctum while the rest of the tongue would coil and stretch her walls. A sloppy mix of saliva and her juices coated her pelvis in a shiny sheen, and rolled down her body and onto the ground. 

   She had held back from her body's basic needs for so long, but as the tongue flailed and massaged her cervix, and the tentacles rolled and twisted over her breasts, it was growing ever more challenging to hold back the growing climax that worked its way in her core. Another rough tug of her middle, accompanied by a thrust from the beasts hips and she felt more cock forced into her. She felt it stretching her belly now, almost to her waistband. Just how far did he intend to go?! She felt it slam forward again and again, inching deeper and slosh her already skewered stomach. The medial ring rubbed uncomfortably in her esophagus and she could feel the fluids in her stomach, mostly pre-seed, being stirred by the veiny shaft that currently claimed three fourths of her gastrointestinal tract mouth first. 

   The beast pulled his tongue from her all at once, only to slam her face toward his base. She felt her insides being rearranged so rapidly, so roughly. She was sure she would be brought face to crotch with this muscular monster, but a powerful thud stopped her momentum. The massive flare slammed at the inside of her ass as it pressed deeply on the anal ring. He was about an inch from fucking skewering her all the way through. Byleth let out a confused, almost bewildered groan as her womb and pussy were stimulated from the gaping. As his flare slammed past them it made her insides shudder. Her pussy lips, still slightly parted, gave a little quiver and she felt a jolt of pleasure rock through her once again. She squinted her eyes and scrunched up her nose, trying to convince herself at the displeasure of the entire situation, but it was very much the opposite. 

   Both hands moved to her middle, squeezing down on her body and using it to stroke up and down the girthy member. His claws grazed over her skin, threatening to cut her to ribbons at any wrong movement and yet they seemed to hold her with a prowess and elegance that suggested a tremendous amount of finesse. The creature let out a low clicking from its throat as his hands began to move her body up, then down. And back up once more. Each time her anys was stretched wide, so wide that she could feel a spurt or precum easily clearing her ass and rolling down her back without even filling her anal cavity when he was pushing as deep as he could go. She watched as his balls were brought closer, then she was tugged away. 

   Her saliva coated much of the cock, and it continually dripped down her chin and over her face. Her gaze was constantly being obscured by the throat slop that stuck to his cock as he pulled away. He held her upside down and worked her over his shaft like a doll, her arms hanging limply his tendrils tugging at her legs to keep them wide open. Byleth felt the cock rubbing back and forth over her already well stimulated womb and cunny. The nerves received a deep pseudo thrust each time the flare moved past then and prodded her anal ring. She clenched her toes and balled her hands into fists, resisting the orgasm. It was like a castle trying to resist a battering ram, except the castle door was made out of plywood. Every thrust sent more and more pleasure her way. 

   His pace picked up more, and she couldn't help but moan onto his cock. Creamy pre shot into her anal walls on both his withdrawal, and his thrusts. Her lips quivered and clenched, for as long as they could. Byleth had held off as long as she could, but with a simultaneous hip ramming, him slamming his hips forward and pulling her down, as well as the tight, constricting tug at her breasts, she couldn't hold back any longer. She felt a wash of sadness as she came to this monster fucking her. It was made all the worse as his flared cock sloppily fucked her all the way through. It popped free from her ass and rolled her anal ring over it before rocketing out her ass nearly a whole foot. She came to it all, her pussy spraying little droplets or her fem-cum into the air as she continued to clench down and try to fight it off. Every spasm within her made her hips jerk against his cock. Her pussy convulsed and spasmed and tried to milk an invisible cock all while she moaned and struggled to suck air in through her nostrils. 

    She came, while trying to fight it off. Her orgasm shook her body and when it died down, she had ruined herself by not letting herself get it all out of her system. When her loins finally stopped spasming, she felt a deep, warm pleasure already bubbling right below the surface. She let out tears, even as she watched the cock slip in and out of her. The flare pulled at her anal ring, but didn't go back in. It was so gaped she was sure she would never return to normal. Her eyes focused on the bulbous knot at the base, and her lips strained as the beginning girth of it pushed at her lips with every thrust. The beast of Miklan let out a shrill cry, its pace still rapid and he now fucking her all the way through. Its cock sawed in and out, the flare nearly pulling back in before shoving through so she lipped the knot.  

    Suddenly, the beast gave a rumbling moan and jerked her off the cock quite a ways. She shuddered with a mini-climax as the flare sucked back into her ass. Her eyes trained on the fleshy nubs along the bottom side of the cock and saw how shiny and smooth they were. Though, as his cock pulled back further and the medial ring rugged just behind her teeth, the bumpy protrusions grew stiffer. They were no longer just for decoration, as she could now feel each and every one inside her jaw. Her eyes trained on them as they grow thicker and seemed to wiggle a little. Each one was about the size of the last digit on her thumb, and was about as hard as a ball of rubber. She felt them pushing against the roof of her mouth uncomfortably. Her asshole gaped wide, though it closed up slowly with each muscle spasm. A chill breeze reached in and tickled her anal walls. It was a sensation she never thought she'd feel, or even thought about before. But she knew immediately it was wrong, and without seeing it she could easily picture her gaping anus mentally. 

   The breeze wasn't left to tickle her insides for long, as monster Miklan began to thrust again. This time it was much more difficult for her. Her throat had become slightly accustomed to being to gaped, but now the nubs rubbed and stretched it in new, strange ways. She felt them pushing deeper and deeper, the medial ring once again clearing her esophagus and now resting by the opening of her ruined intestines. The flare shoved right through her ass again, with less difficulty than before, but plenty of strain and distress on her side. She nearly came just from feeling his flare pass by her womb and pussy and crushing them between her own tight skin and the flared girth. When the cock shoved through her once again, it didn't stop until her lips were pressed against the knot. 

   He pulled back slowly at first, inadvertently forcing her to watch as each little bump popped free of her lips and some dripped stringy bits of saliva onto her forehead. She felt the flare tug at the outside of her ass once more, before slipping in with a pop. It pulled back another half foot, before his hands clenched her tightly and his hips slammed forward. He now just held her firmly in the air as cock rammed forward and out her ass. Then, he pulled his hips back and returned it to the previous position. Another ram, another pop and it was back in, and then a ram again. The pace was slow at first, but picked up speed quite quickly. Her pussy was constantly under assault from the other side. She managed to hold back for a few thrusts but she was too weak already and came once more. 

   Her hips spasmed and thighs and lower lips quivered, but he kept going. He had absolutely no regard or care for the poor girl who was being fucked all the way through with his monumental cock. He just held her there and used her as a toy, sawing his length in and out, out and in, and all the way in the middle of her. Wet slurps and pops, soggy squelched and sloshing filled the area and a line of drool rolled off his jaw, as Byleth came a third, and then a fourth time. She coated her stomach and pelvis with her juices and precum made its way over her too. Some oozed from her asshole when he pushed through it and into her cunny, some rolled down her back and neck. A little made it between her breasts as they heaved back and forth with each tendril coil. 

   She couldn't hold back against everything and the numerous orgasms slowly chipped away at her resistances. In and out, the massive flare lunged in and out of her guts. The monstrous Miklan let out a long droning roar that picked up intensity as he thrust. With each slam he shoved himself into her wet cock receptacle with more intensity. She groaned, knowing the straining knot at her lips should have been an agonizing experience. Yet, due to Sothis's power, it was little more than an inconvenience as she was left with the sensation of a pulsating, throbbing ball of turgid flesh pushing her lips even more impossibly wide. Her asscheeks clapped around the flare as it pulled back into her guts before he rammed through her once more and gaped her open. Her anal walls were fucked to mush, yet her sensitive pussy was highly attuned to each stroke past it. She could feel it pulsating and thickening. 

   It stuck her as a bit odd. Despite her ass being wrapped around the cock, her cunt was more easily able to discern the thickening and twitching in the shaft. His thrusts became even more spastic and she could feel it in her cunny. He was going to cum. His tentacles wrapped tightly around her tits and squeezed as if attempting to milk then. Her nipples pushed out from her breasts, the tips hard as stone. It made a warm, twitching passion roll down her spine to her spasming insides. Her calves clenched with a needy, warm yearning. It bothered her to no end how she felt the draw of her fingers to her spasming cunny. For too long had the tiny hole been forced into climax without any proper stimulation. Her arms hung limp next to her head though her fingers curled and twitched. She watched as the knot began to thicken, crushing her nose with every thrust. Her lower holes were a soggy mess of her girlcum and the clear dick-snot that leaked seemingly endlessly from his massive flare member. 

   Byleth groaned as her muscles twitched, thighs and kegel muscles spasming on the verge of another, more powerful orgasm. Just then, his tentacles on her legs left her and they were quickly scooped to with the beasts large hands. She felt for a moment as she hung in the air unassisted, with nothing but his cock all the way through her. Gravity pulled the knot deeply against her lips while be beast readjusted. He brought her knees to her chest and hooked his huge claws back around her and trapped her down. The angle became more harsh as on every push through his cock forced it's way past her womb before popping out. Then, her eyes rolled back as pair of tentacles moved from her legs to between them. They plunged in, both at once. Her eyes rolled up, slivers of deep blue orbs exposed just under her eyelids as she shook with euphoric spasms. The tendrils were thick, easily as large as her fist. Were they always so big? Her cunny gaped beyond normal limits with just the first one. 

   Both rammed together against her teased cervix as the flare shoved past her womb, the trio of penetrations working together to majority fuck up her body, and terrorize every single nerve ending between the pair of holes. Miklan power fucked her ass now, at a blurry speed and the sound of air being slowly sucked into his boney, demonic jaw sounded somewhere far off. Byleth was amidst one climax after another. Tendrils on her tits milked and tugged, leaving them burning with need and stinging from overstimulating. In and out the rapid re-gaping of her anus and slam fucking of her womb from the wrong side echoed around the room. In her cunny, two thick bulges twisted and wrapped around one another as they began to pump in time with the flared cock. She shot tightly pressurized splattering sprays of fem-cum, climax after climax shooting from her every dozen seconds. 

   For what felt like an eternity the beast kept up with this brutal, body breaking pace. Byleth had suffered dozens, several dozens in fact, body shaking climaxes. The ground below them was a slippery pool of her juices, with thick ropes of precum mixed in. Finally, the beast could take no more. Pleasure from his cock cozy got to him and his hips shuddered. He stopped sucking in air and his arms twitched, letting Byleth feel the pleasure rocking him. His blurry feverish thrusts halted and the entire cock gave a strong jerk. The flare thickened, 'trapped' in her asshole by just an inch. Though, by now her asshole was a puffy red mush of twitching insides and creamy folds that continually leaked precum and other various fluids. The beast let out a loud, animalistic howl. Its head turned to the sky and opened wide as he let out all the air in his lungs. 

   At the same time, Byleth felt the cock pulling back swiftly. The length sucked back through her intestines until the flare pulled through to her stomach once more. The knot and medial ring pulled from her lips and the thick ropes of her inner throat saliva connected them for some time before breaking and dripping down over her face. Her anus felt the cold breeze of the wind all too far, showing her just how wide she gaped without looking. The tendrils on her breasts let go only to readjust to a tighter coil as they tugged hard enough to make her worry they would pull her tits off. The pair of pseudo cocks in her cunny went into overdrive, ramming into her sodden box even faster than before. Then came the cum. She felt it in the cock, and had her eyes not been rolled to the back of her head, she might have seen it too. It bulked in the length and every nub began to vibrate. Medial ring thickened and flare expanded. The veins upon the cock pushed harder to the surface, and then it shot from the tip and flooded her guts immediately. With about half less than half of the first rope of it, her belly bulged to second trimester pregnancy status. Luckily for her, the beast rammed forward with a fuck drunk strength and reamed her asshole open once again. 

   Cum continually filled her intestines as he thrust and it rocketed out of her asshole as the flare met the fruitless resistance of her anal ring, making a little shower of it over her lower body. The cock didnt even pause at her anal ring, though there was a pleasurable pleasure for the both of them for what remained of its tightness. Byleth could feel the sloshing cum shoved past her convulsing womb and cunny, then the brutal girth of his flare shoving through. Her pussy milked the two tentacles as they shoved wildly into her. Cock shoved through her ass, and her lips took the medial ring and stretched on the flare all in one thrust once more. It felt even thicker, but the vibrating nubs on the underside of his slightly less spittle shined second half seemed to massage and numb her throat and stomach for him. The flare shoved through her as well as nearly a foot of it twitched and shot cum. It was like a geyser. It shot nearly 10 feet across the room and up. 

   Byleth squealed in pleasure around the shaft as her pussy was continually fucked, but somewhere in the back of her mind she was also aware of how blissfully pleasurable the ruination of her ass was, and how enjoyable the feeling of gallons of cum being pumped through her. He pulled back in her just a couple inches as the next blast came, and she shuddered even harder. Had she the mind to use rational, she would have been disgusted by how her orgasm grew even more intense when she felt his flare pull back in and squirt cum through her ruined asshole once more. Instead, she just whimpered and came. Miklan let out the rest of his howl and his jaw clicked as he made a noise akin to a chuckle as he 'humped' the next few cock spasming ropes of cum through her. She was brought down over his cock until the pulsating knot stretched her lips and the flare shoved back through her. 

   Cum shot through the air and her pussy shot its juices over her body. Thrust after thrust forced more fluids from the both of them, until she felt his grip soften and cum slow. For the first time in about an hour, his cock began to pull back out of her. The tentacles in her cunny even began to slow, before pulling out. With one, steady stride, she was pulled from his cock and the tentacles left her body. Now, she was left suspended in the air by his hands as her arms hung above her head, her bruised tits rested on her chin and her dislocated jaw hung open. Her ass twitched, the cum still being forced from both ends absently as she shuddered in residual climax. Her eyes were lazy and unfocused, the pleasure having left her dizzy and somewhere lost amid the numerous orgasms she still had to mentally sift through. 

    The monster of Miklan seemed thinner, as she rolled her eyes to focus after several moments, though as she felt herself being flipped upright, she saw the same flared cock slide up her thighs and stomach, and there was no doubt in her mind that it was just as big. Being flipped for the first time upright was actually very refreshing. Byleth felt the blood leave her brain and oxygen filled her lungs again, and though still more than constant, her mind was able to adjust to the tingling fuckfest of pleasure she had been forced to endure. Cum slowly leaked out her more than well fucked gaping asshole and drooled down her thighs. She blinked a couple times, and moved her hands up to her jaw to paw at it. As she did, she tried to pop it into place only to find it surprisingly easy. Sothis really had helped her survive this. Though, it wasn't over. 

   Byleth clicked her jaw into place just in time to gulp in growing fear as the beast lifted her to the tip of the cock again. It still slowly leaked out thick spurts of cum that warmed her cleavage and stomach. It was the consistency and thickness of cake batter, except it smelled rotten and herb heavy. It again reminded her of fermented tea leaves. The cock slowly slid down her body and her eyes watched it from between her cleavage as it left a trail of this cream in its wake. Her breasts had thick red bands from the tendrils but her nipples were puffy and needy. She moved one hand down to cup the nipple and massage the well worked teat, trying to alleviate the soreness. Her body responded well, the gentle familiar touch made a warm glow of soft pleasure radiate through her, something welcoming after the primal, corrupting pleasure Miklan's madness had fucked into her. 

   She didn't get to enjoy her gentle touch for long before the dominating nature of his began to show once again. The flare rubbed over her body long and slow. The nubs of his lower half deeply stroked her clitty, and then rubbed inside her slightly agape pussy lips before she felt the thick twitch of the medial ring bump over them. Then the flare rather swiftly knocked into place against her lips, and she gulped. She had a sliver of hope that he would be done with his first load, but as the pressure mounted against her cunny opening it was replaced with a sense of sinking hope and growing dread. It pushed harder and harder, gaping her lips once more before the flare even squeezed in. The thick ridges of it even bent down as her folds squished over it, but it seemed improbable. She was aware that if he wanted it, he would get it though. 

   The cock moved away and 3 of the 4 tentacles moved in its place. She bit her lip and shook her head in pointless protest before they shoved forward. Again she was stretched even more than she thought possible. She watched as two bulges danced right under the skin of her pelvis, and a third was wriggling just below them. She watched as the fist thick lengths shoved in up to her waistband in one thrust, and she clenched her teeth tight. A second collective thrust shoved them as deep as she could fit them, each distending her skin up to her belly button. She gasped out, girly cum dripping down the lengths of them and cum from her ass being squeezed out as they shoved forward. Her ass still gaped wide, but now was like a flattened gash as he powered into her cunny. 

   A half dozen thrusts later, she was back on the edge for another climax. Her hands clamped down on her breasts for her own support, giving her something to focus on that she could control. It did wonders to keep her mine intact. Though, as the middle of the 3 tentacles pushed even harder against her cervix as the other two pulled back, perhaps it would have been better to let it slip away. The middle one shoved hard, her already weakened hole widening just a bit more as the last place yet to be violated was being prepped for penetration. With this rounded tip just slightly widening the hole within, the other two tentacles shoved forward. Her pale skin swallowed up the black flexible rods, and she felt her cervix on the verge of giving in. All 3 hammered her then, for a few moments. They suddenly spasmed at a blur of a pace as she watched, before they all pulled out. Her juices connected the rods for a few inches as her now gaping cunt winked at them. She could see her one petite gash now a gaping pink mess of glistening insides and slick girlcum. 

   It was time, apparently. Two tentacles wrapped around her legs and spread them wider, while the remaining pulled at her inner thighs and held her pussy lips apart. The beast growled and she flicked her eyes up to look at him. It stared into her soul as they locked eyes. She felt a chilling fear spread through her that was so intimidating she immediately broke eye contact and decided it was better to watch her own cunt being destroyed. She swallowed as the flared tip was brought back up against her opening. The beast let out a growl as hot breath washed over her hard enough to push her cum and saliva clumped hair from her face. She felt a twitch of fear run through her. It was all perfect for him, as she lost focus on his cock, and her mind turned to calming the uncharacteristic fear, she unconsciously weakened her kegel muscles and he rammed forward with enough force to break steel. 

   Her fear faded in place of the brutal bulging that should have been excruciatingly painful, yet due to Sothis, was converted into mind numbing pleasure. The waistband of her leggings ripped and the black stretchy fabric exposed her stomach and cunny more fully. The pale skin swallowed his dark shaft all the way up to her belly button. Thick red gouges from her strained leggings had left markings in her skin. Her clit was nearly forced inside her as her pussy just couldn't wrap around him easily. Her lips rubbed roughly over his veiny shaft as he shoved in. Her breath was caught in her throat and she struggled to exhale until he pulled back. She watched as the inches withdrew from her gaped cunt and her pretty pink tried to hold him in. Her strained cervix sucked at the flare, the opening so deeply mashed to his cum slit it formed a suction before he finally pulled out until just his tip.

   She exhaled slowly, her voice escaping despite her best efforts and she moaned as she did so. He rammed forward again, this time hard enough to knock the air from her and leave her breathless and gasping. She felt his flare mashing hard against her cervix, then pulling away. He moved swiftly, despite her cunny clenching down on him like a second skin. Her cunny sucked in some air from around his massively gaping length through one of the many veiny bulges and helped relieve some of the pressure. With his next thrust he moved his hand to just support her upper body. She saw his claws wrap around her shoulders and the blade like talons pressed softly into her skin as she felt the palm of his hand support her weight. He simply used her upper body as a handle while his tendrils pulled her legs apart and down over him. 

   It took no more than 4 thrusts to bring her to climax once again, his lipped bulge sloppily slamming up and down in her guts and forcing her gaped love canal to clench and spasm. This pleasure was much more raw and… delicious. As much as she hated it, the pleasure of having her cunt destroyed while finally cumming to his cock inside her pussy, rather than slamming all around it or the odd, texture less tentacles made her feel fuller and more blissful. She felt a crooked smile tug at the corner of her lips and even almost gave into it, if not for the following thrust. Warm, body tingling pleasure turned to mind shattering fuck lust as his flare ripped into her womb and her last untouched bits became nothing more than a condom for this monster. She screamed out, smile gone but eyes rolled back and tongue out in its place, lust drunk and fucked into a stupor once more. 

   The act of having her cervix gaped around the nearly waist thick flare would have been enough to knock her out cold, yet Sothis's magics had not only kept her awake, but the pain from it was converted directly to pleasure. She screamed in bloody murder, yet soul destroying orgasmic pleasure fueled it. All at once she had taken the flare to her womb and about a foot beyond that. Her throat gurgled with forced up cum from her stomach and it bubbled over the corners of her lips as her scream of pleasure turned to a cum gargling groan. Cock bulged her stomach up to her abdomen and the large lipped bulge provided a nice platform for her tits to rest on. Her lower lips twitched and spasmed for a dozen seconds, well into the following thrusts. She lost herself in the pleasure, unaware of the world around her as her mind was overwhelmed with it. 

    When the climax finally faded down to a body tingling quake, Miklan was fucking her womb like a madman. The bulge rose and fell in her gut and punched her in the tits with each thrust. She opened her eyes wide as she saw it, and was hit by another wave of pleasure like a broad axe bouncing off a shield. She watched as she grit her teeth, cum frothing from her throat as she watched the bulge ram up into her again and again. Every thrust hit her tits harder and she realized as she came once more that slowly and surely he was wearing her womb out and stretching her over him deeper. He had yet to leave her womb since he shoved in, content in feeding her the thick meat until her body was forced to adjust. Her hands squeezed down onto her massive tits as the flare pushed hard enough to push up between them. He was wearing her womb like a condom, and the molten spurt of precum confirmed it.

   His medial ring knocked against her lower lips and a gasping moan was forced from her. His flare pushed between her cleavage as her pale skin was stretched over it and distended. She watched as it pushed up and out of her body more dominantly with each thrust. Each and every one she felt her pussy trying to stick to him so he nearly turned her inside out, but the copious slick girlcum that had coated his cock, and various other fluids made it possible. Veins rubbed back and forth over her hyper sensitive cervix, the muscle still snuggly hugging his cock. 

   "No… I'll… break…" Byleth groaned, feeling her mind shattering. The beast dismissed her complaints with a particularly hard thrust. Her eyes rolled back as he slammed forward and pulled her down all at once and the medial ring was forced into her lips. A few hard nubs shoved in after and made her climax ok the spot with the highly stimulating vibrations they let out. The flare wore her womb as it thrust up even further, it pushed past her cleavage and beat her in the chin. She shuddered all over, and felt his cock twitching. Everything thickened and the thrusts became faster and faster. Her hands had long since clenched to a rigid clawing crip in her enormous tits, and they were just big enough to wrap around the majority of his shaft as it rammed up and down between them. She couldn't look down, or rather whenever she did the flare knocked her chin hard enough to force her to look straight. 

   Her eyes focused on the body of the beast, and she could see he looked more lanky than he had before. The cord like wiring of his muscles seemed less rippling than before, and he seemed to have lost some of his bulk. Though, as his flare expanded to it's full thickness once again, all rational thought was fucked from her. She knew what was happening. Several bumpy nubs rubbed in and out from her cunny and the medial ring began to pop in and out. Her pussy spasmed and clenched, her insides fucked to putty. She tightly sealed her lips and narrowed her eyes as she tried to endure it, but she knew she couldn't. A full body shudder rocked the demonic beast, and she felt it traveling down his shaft. A burning lust gripped her toes first, making them curl. Then he thighs quivered, and her butt clenched. A dribble of leftover cum squirted from her ass and down her thigh as she shuddered. When his cum hit her cervix her entire body stiffened. The cum vein of his massive member bulged and his grip on her tightened. 

   Her fingers dug into her tits and she thumbed over her nipples as she came, whether she intended to or not. She shuddered as the first ounce shot into her womb hard enough to ripple the bulging skin over his flare. She felt it pouring against her chin before her body turned to pure electric pleasure. His cum turn rocketed into her womb like a siege weapon. It bloated it immediately even further than the massive bulge of his cock had already done. It looked like a water balloon, sloshing with each spasm. Her womb was quickly filled to the brim and she felt every crevice being tickled by this warm seed. The pleasure made her vision swim and body tighten up even more. She wanted nothing more than to die to this pleasure at this moment. The alternative was… far worse. Any more, and the last shreds of sanity would be forever lost. 

   The beast filled her womb until it pushed her tits apart more and rounded her body. It looked as though she could birth a fully grown horse. Just when she thought she would burst, the cock suddenly began to retreat. She managed to open one eye while the other was half hooded and twitching. His cock pulled out fast enough to make her pink pussy lips grip him for the first few inches before the cum coated shaft tugged out. The flare snuggly sucked at her womb for a fraction of a second and made her claw at her own nipples in pleasure as it tugged out with a reverberating pop deep within her. The rest of the cock followed, the flare wrapped by her lips for a moment longer. Even without his cock in her womb it was still round enough to barely see over. A few tugs, and his flare pulled from her lower lips and a torrent of cum shot from her. 

   She came to it, unable to resist the pleasure of the hot cum shooting from her cavernous cunt and rubbing over every fuck frenzied nerve once more. The beast of Miklan was still cumming as he pulled out and painted her gloriously round ass with ball gunk, but he wasn't done. Amidst her senseless ahegao inducing climax, she finally caved to the pleasure as she felt his still spewing tip rest against her gaping ass. It still was loose enough to easily take his cumshot up a few inches of her anus without anything more than contact between the two pointe. She shook her head even as her lips formed into a soft smile. Her mind was only intact due to the blessing of the Goddess, yet her body had given in and she wanted this pleasure. 

   "No mo--" she whispered almost silently, begging him to stop, as he rammed toward again. Having her was fucked the opposite way, the right way this time, was all too pleasing to the cum drunk woman. Byleth opened her mouth wide in a moan and smile all at once as cum was rocked out of her cunny in a high pressurized jet as the flare slammed nearly up to her stomach in one thrust. It easily slammed past her womb and crushed it from below, and the flare stopped just at the entrance of her stomach as that rope of jizz subsided. In just one thrust he had creamed her ass from opening to her guts, and it wasn't even a fill rope of his ball batter. The second thrust picked up right where the last off and he rammed into her guts while the next torrent of seed shot through his cock. 

   It only took one more thrust before she felt the flare push past her lips. Cum shot everywhere like a fountain over her body as the flare dislocated her jaw and pushed up out of her. The knot knocked against her ass in the same thrust and her mind turned the extreme gaping into pleasure yet again. Her ass had been well fucked, for the better part of an hour spent with his flare shoving all the way through her but nothing could have prepared her for the knot. It shoved forward and tugged at the ring of her defeated asshole and gaped it even wider. She let her eyes roll back as both of their cum shot from her twitching pussy. She was forced to stare straight up but the only thing that kept her from pure, cumslut submission was the picture of his skinny, emaciated body before her as his second, much larger climax had been firing off. 

    The knot though, it popped in and made her pelvis strain. Her pelvis dislocated as she took the bulbous knot all in. It was as thick as her waist easily. It sloppily popped in and cock sailed even higher into the air. She shoved one hand down to her cunny to try and plug the torrent of mixed cum leaking out, even as she shoved her 4 fingers in palm deep and stroked the inner wall of her pussy that was stretched paper thin over his knot. She felt it pulsing as cum shot all the way through her, into the air and over her body. It slowed but the beast remained in her, his grip on her upper body loosening just a little. His cum began to shoot out more slowly and rolled down the titanic perverse fuckpole that shoved through. It remained hard, twitching and cumming defiantly even as she heard the beast groan and the world seemed to spin. 

   The beast sat down on its rear legs and left her suspended on the cock as it pointed at the ceiling. Byleth let her eyelids droop to slits as her body twitched in climax still. She had nothing left in her to resist. Fatigue crept over body and she was hit with the combined weight of nearly a hundred climaxes all at once. Her arms and legs fell limp, her fingers slipping from her pussy and resting my her sides. Her eyes weakly stared up at the still fully hard shaft as it claimed her like a towering flag of perversion and complete sexual domination and destruction. She had lost in every way. As his hand shifted on her back and gripper her by her hips she felt tears stream down her cheeks. They rolled over the mask of cum and dripped down onto her tits, as she tried to summon the mental fortitude for another round. She failed completely, and closed her eyes instead, ready to be a cocksleeve yet again for this beast. 

   Then gravity took her as a bright red glow exploded beyond her closed eyes and she felt empty. She felt so empty, it made her beg for him back. She fell onto the ground, her head hitting the stone hard. The sensation cleared her lust drunkenness just marginally, and pain crept into her body. Was Sothis's power wearing off? Byleth roller her head to look around her as best she could, and saw no massive hulking beast. Instead, she saw the lifeless body of Miklan and the Lance Of Ruin beside him, both covered in a thin black sludge that seemed to evaporate into the air. She tried to sit up, but her ruined holes twitched and pleasure and pain exploded through her app at once. Better to… just lay here. 

   "Professor!" A voice called far off, making Byleth burst into tears. Edelgard had returned for her, and while Byleth had managed to keep her false promise, she almost wished she had stayed away for a while longer. Byleth must have looked like pure death. She couldn't move anymore, was oozing cum from all her holes, and was bruised and slathered in strange fluids. And most embarrassing of all, she wanted more. She was a changed woman, she did not win this in the slightest. Footsteps rapidly approached and Edelgard slid the last few steps on the cum drenched stone, ruining her dress and boots as she came into view.

   "Professor, I… saw it. But… You did it." She said as he face contorted into anguish as tears ruined her perfect beauty. Edelgard cradled her hands under Byleth's head as she stroked the clumpy strands from her face. Byleth cried, because even with her here, the danger passed, she could still feel the desire to touch herself first and foremost. Maybe it was a blessing she couldn't move. Faint footsteps approached and her tear blurred vision swam to find the source. The dark and brooding figure of Hubert stepped up, and couldn't meet her gaze. He removed his dark cloak before looking down at her. He laid it upon her body in a surprisingly tender gesture. 

   "Professor, you must resist the temptations. It would destroy Lady Edelgard if you were to move now." He said, somehow reading perfectly into her. Byleth made a little nod, and closed her eyes. With her students there, maybe everything isn't at a loss after all. She closed her eyes as she felt the warm droplets of Edelgard's tears on her cheeks. Byleth remembered why this had happened, the alternative. Perhaps being fucked within an inch of her life, was better than losing those she loved. 

   "The other students… I sent them away. Hubert held me back… I wanted to help but he wouldn't let me." Edelgard wept. 

   "For your own safety. I would die before I let a monster like that touch you! I would gouge the eyes of those who dare leer at you with those intentions." He returned. He seemed to grow a bit angry at first, but then his voice dropped to a quiet threatening whisper. 

   "But I could have shared in her pain… Maybe then she wouldn't…" she trailed off as she leaned in and rubbed cum from Byleth's face. Byleth, with the last of her strength made the most heartfelt, honest smile. Warm and kind, just as before, but this time she believed in it too. 

   "I saved you." Byleth smiled, brimming with pure happiness. Right then, she felt the warmth similar to Sothis's power, and her heart throbbed with deep love. Right then, the corruption that had broken her body and mind seemed the last of her worries as she faded off into a beautiful dream of tea parties and dances. 