The stairwell to the Second Veil dripped with the fluids of old sacrifices—clear, sticky, reeking of ancient orgasms and still-warm death. Kael moved slowly, each step accompanied by the wet slap of his bare feet on the living stone. Behind him, the Mirrorlord watched in silence, the reflection on his face showing only Kael's back… and something crawling just behind him.
Kael didn't turn around. He knew better.
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The Second Veil wasn't a curtain. It was a creature.
It dangled from the ceiling like an inverted crucifix, made of writhing female torsos fused back to back—dozens of mouths, breasts, cunts, and eyes stitched together into a pulsing mass of hunger and suffering lust.
It was weeping.
It was wet.
"This is Avelleth," the Mirrorlord said. "The veil that screams. She wants to feel you... inside all of her."
"I've fucked worse," Kael muttered, stroking the sigil on his chest. It was hotter now, pulsing like it had its own cock. His eyes rolled back slightly as the pleasure began before the touch. Avelleth's moans became words.
"You will not fuck me.
You will feed me.
You will become mine."
Tentacles of wet silk and gripping muscle lashed from her core, dragging Kael forward. He didn't fight. He was curious.
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She mounted him.
He was hoisted off the ground, legs spread, cock stiff and aching. Dozens of mouths kissed his thighs, his stomach, his throat. He felt teeth that licked and tongues that bit. A wet slit opened along Avelleth's center—wide, red, smiling.
Kael was fucked.
Not gently. Not lovingly. But with divine hunger.
The temple walls echoed with the screams of every victim she had ever consumed. Kael's body was bent and used and milked—his seed drawn again and again, filling the gaping flesh until it spilled out and dripped from the mouths below.
His sigil exploded with black fire.
Then Avelleth screamed—not in pain, but in completion. For the first time in centuries, she had come.
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When Kael awoke, he was lying on the temple floor, soaked in fluid, smiling faintly.
The Mirrorlord crouched beside him.
"She let you go," he said. "You're the first in a thousand years."
"She swallowed the rest?" Kael rasped.
"Most screamed. You... came with her. You fed her, and she remembered the taste of man."
Kael stood shakily. His cock was still semi-hard. The sigil on his chest now had a second ring around it—glowing faintly with violet light.
"What's next?" Kael asked.
The Mirrorlord turned and pointed at a long hallway of breathing stone and bone lanterns.
"The Third Veil waits in the Hall of Lovers Who Kill."