"You think I'd let you go?"
The voice echoed across the cosmos, reverberating through stars and moons, scattering across countless worlds and celestial bodies.
The gods, assembled in divine accord, responding as one:
"Tell that to the God of Nothingness... when you see them on the other side."
In the next instant, a blinding convergence of divine radiance surged forth—a spear of combined godly power—striking the horned man square in the chest. The light pierced directly through his heart, bursting out from his back in a radiant flare.
Blood sprayed from the Dragon God's mouth, his body shuddering as he choked on his own crimson tide. A final, broken sound tried to escape his throat—but no voice followed.
"Haa…" A goddess exhaled softly, seated atop a colossal teal lizard, its size dwarfing even the great beasts of the world.
She glanced down at the fading soul below before murmuring:
"Finally. The world is ours."
The gods rejoiced.
One by one, smirking, they departed the divine battlefield—a plane crafted solely to destroy the Dragon God. With their purpose fulfilled, they ascended skyward, each riding back to their own realm.
No longer would the Dragon God or his legions challenge their sovereignty.Now, the world breathed anew—refreshed and unclaimed—and the gods would savor absolute dominion.
By divine treaty, all had sworn: no god shall interfere in another's world. And so, with their pact secured, they relaxed into pleasure, power, and madness.
In her radiant realm of golden clouds, the Light Goddess moaned in bliss—legs spread wide upon silken sky. Her skin shimmered with holy light, nipples hard beneath the eternal sun.
Any attractive male born under her sky was hers—drawn to her heat, helpless to resist—snatched away—from their partners—lovers or wives.
Only to be welcomed by her endless pussy.
They came in droves, tongues out, cocks stiff—suckling, licking—but nobody allowed to thrust—as they only worshipped her flesh in desperate devotion—getting off only on her lustrous, gleeming skin.
She smiled as she came, hips grinding against dozens of mouths suckling her skin—inside her folds. Her moans echoing across the heavens like a sacred hymn.
She wasn't just divine.
She was addictive.
And she loved to use.
Meanwhile, Naked and grinning, the Nature Goddess stalked through her domain—her thighs wet, her hands bloodied.
Around her, twisted beasts howled and rutted, their roars shaking the blood-drenched trees. Mating and mauling, they filled the air with grunts, screams, and the wet sound of flesh colliding.
She watched with glee, fingers already playing between her thighs.
She got off on chaos.
Violence was her foreplay. Blood was her lube. And the climax? A brutal mating frenzy under the screaming moon—where partners killed partners.
When she touched herself, it wasn't for pleasure. It was to call the pack. And they came running, cocks drooling and fangs bared.
Far in the west, inside cathedrals made of bone, the Red Goddess sat upon a throne of corpses—naked, legs parted, dripping with heat.
Succubi, vampires, war-beasts, and worse knelt before her—panting, aching to please.
She offered them power.
But only if they could make her scream.
Fangs. Claws. Tongues. Cocks. Anything was welcomed—so long as they could made her squirt.
And each time they found some fresh torment or trick of pleasure, she rewarded them with power, her orgasm echoing through the hall—as she made them drink it.
The gods rejoiced in their power.The Dragon God—the threat that had begun it all—was slain. His vast soul sank into a slumber, drifting in the void, where nothing felt familiar.
He tried to open his eyes.
Nothing. No sky. No flame. No realm.
An unknown presence. An unfamiliar body.
And here, he could do only one thing—nothing.
He strained to move. A finger. A hand. Anything.
But his eyes refused to open.
His mind refused to think.His heart refused to beat.
No wings. No limbs. No breath. No self.
The Dragon God stirred, desperate to act, to exist—yet all he met was emptiness. Darkness. A nothingness so total it swallowed even thought.
He tried again, willing his fingers to move. Nothing.
"Tch." His tongue clicked in irritation, the sound hollow even to himself. A low humph followed, frustration rising.
So… there is nothing?
No humans. No beasts. No divine rivals. Only endless dark, pressing from every side.
"Hey. Anyone there?" His thought echoed into the abyss.
No answer.
"Nobody?"
Only silence.
He exhaled, if it could be called that. What am I supposed to do?
He reached, clawed, struggled for anything—any presence, any touch, anyone to defy this isolation. But there was nothing. Only his own awareness, suspended in an eternity of void.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhhhh—!"
His roar tore through the void, yet no sound echoed.
No dragons answered.
No legions rose.
No summons came.
He thrashed in his mind—furious.
What do they call you...?
He forced the thought into a scream.The Goddess of Nothingness...? Eh?!
He howled again, voice shaking within his fragmented soul.
"So then—where are youuuu!?"
And for the first time—the void stirred.
The Dragon God froze—Or he would've, if he had breath to hold, a body to freeze.
He turned—though he had no head—He searched—though he had no eyes.
And then—light.
Not the light of stars. Not of heavens.
A light unknown even to gods.
It bled through the darkness, tearing the endless black, and with it came info—Worlds upon worlds. Galaxies blooming like nerves behind his mind.Thoughts that weren't his. Languages he never spoke. Colors that had no names.
He shook—his soul trembling—as the cosmic data poured into him, rewriting his mind, reawakening his senses.
And then—he saw her.
The Goddess of Nothingness.
She reached toward him—her fingers vast enough to eclipse suns. Her body—shaped of stars, veiled in galaxies—bent toward his flicker of soul. Her face, a void wrapped in beauty, unreadable, immeasurable.
He could see himself reflected in her eyes—a nothing. A speck. A soul-worm.
And yet, she touched him.
Her fingertip grazed the spark of him—And with that, form returned.
He grew. Muscle warped into being. Horned skull. Thick tail. Wings. Veins. Strength.
He rose again—towering, reborn—his six-meter frame reassembled, power crackling along sculpted limbs. His chest heaved, his body divine—and between his legs, a cock over a meter long, heavy, throbbing with unreal heat.
The Goddess gazed upon it. Her expression unreadable. But her hand came anyway—massive, soft, impossibly warm—trailing across his sculpted chest, caressing the curve of his pecs.
He stirred, instinct firing.
He tried to retreat—But his body wouldn't move.
Held still by an unseen force.Spine straight. Arms frozen. Caged in her presence.
A god reborn—yet completely in her grasp.
She traced along his chest, fingers dragging slowly through the deep-cut lines of his pecs.Her touch glided lower—past the hardened peaks of his nipples—until she reached the sculpted ridges of his abs, each muscle flexing beneath her hand.
His form wasn't built by vanity—This was his true image.A god's body—raw, perfected, monstrous in beauty.
She kept going.Down past his carved waist, down further—until her fingertips danced across the thick, pulsing veins that coiled beneath the skin like thick cords of beauty.
And then—there it was.
His cock.
Massive. Bare. Undeniable.A beast of flesh and heat, hanging over a meter long, swollen with veins—under her divine touch.
She curled her hand beneath it, lifting the length of him in reverence.At that moment, she formed her own body—a metre taller than his.
Horns curled from her head like blackened crescents.Her skin shimmered—violet and smooth.Her breasts—large, weighty, and flushed with glowing purple nipples hardened by his contact—pressed forward, slamming softly against his chest, the contact sharp enough to make even a god twitch.
The tips of her nipples stabbed into him—firm, cold, alive—and the Dragon God shuddered.His cock throbbed violently in her grip, harder than ever.
She hissed softly, inhaling as though savoring the scent of his arousal.Her fingers never left him—still wrapped around his trembling shaft.
Then—she raised one leg slowly, deliberately, letting it slide high along his side…As she pressed it forward, sliding her slick clutch around him—pressing the warmth between her thighs onto Glarane and wrapping him in the heat of her skin—as if in preparation.
Glarane—the Dragon God—finally broke.
"W-Wait—" he mumbled, voice cracking under the weight of lust.
But—before he could speak,her finger touched his lips.
"Shh..."
She silenced him with a whisper and a touch, guiding his throbbing tip closer to her slick, glistening folds—her breath trembling, hips twitching as jolts of stimulation crawled up her spine.
"There's been no one… in ages…" she whispered "who could do this—gain consciousness in my domain," she gasped, voice cracking as the pleasure overran her composure.
Then—she pushed him in.
A sharp hiss escaped her lips.A trickle of divine blood dripped down her thigh.She bled—yet still—she moved.
"It's been... the first time," she groaned, head falling,"since I've had one enter me."
Galarane's mouth dropped open in a gasp.His eyes slammed shut.
His mind—blinded.Burned.
Like the fire of a thousand suns erupting inside his spine.As if the Primordial Fire Goddess herself had possessed him, and poured her entire existence through his cock.
The Goddess of Nothingness leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear:
"I could keep you here," she whispered, voice soft but trembling with pleasure."Take you for myself.Or... I could take you up,"
Her tongue traced, to the edge of his jaw. "Into the real world."
She pulled back.Her soaked pussy withdrew from around his cock—a warmth so intense it felt like every lustful creature in existence had gathered in her cunt alone.His shaft twitched, violently.
She hovered there, eyes dark and hungry with want, as she whispered again,"What do you choose?"
She extended a hand.Inviting.
Galarane stared at it—his horns glowing red-hot from stimulation, his breath ragged, muscles twitching.
The emptiness her pussy left, made his cock pain.
One entrance—One Wrench—and the millennia old experience of mortal and divine pussies he'd once enjoyed—paled into comparison.Gods, mortals, monsters, beast women—none of them touched even the flicker of what she just gave him.
Her hand stayed there. Waiting.
The void was still.
And then—he whispered:
"All those years of dignity…"
His head rose slowly—dragging upward, past the swell of her breasts—each breath he exhaled changing their color, texture, and shimmer, as if his gaze alone distorted her divine form.
She stared deep into him—eyes endless, ancient.And he met her gaze, the weight of it swallowing him whole.
The whole world stretched bare before him.
He pulled back slightly, clenching his eyes shut, overwhelmed.Then opened them again—darker, hungrier.
"You'll devour my vision…" he muttered, voice low and ragged,"...leave not even my soul behind."
His gaze dropped downward—watching. Contemplating.As if standing at the edge of world itself.
Thoughts flickered behind his eyes—visions of power, conquest, madness.
Then he spoke—quietly at first,"I…"
Then—the word twisted in a shout "I could do anything in the world—for that pussy."
The Goddess of Nothingness's eyes lit with sudden glee.But then—Suddenly space between them expanded violently—as though the very cosmos itself, distanced themselves from being.Reality warped. The void groaned under the pressure of the Goddess's power.
She shuddered—her eyes glowing with feral madness, her hips twitching in midair as she convulsed beneath the weight of her own spiraling fantasies.
Fantasies of him.
Fantasies of the Dragon God—inside her. Above her. Beneath her.Filling her until even Nothingness spasmed.
Her voice came in a low, feral murmur:
"Very well then…" Her lips curled. "You'll get this pussy. And your body whole—once you reincarnate me… into the world."
Space blurred. Reality folded.
Her voice echoed like silk:"From this point on—I grant you power to return.Your soul will descend into the world once more—but until our meeting...you shall dwell within another's body."
The Dragon God's cock still throbbing, dripping with heat—denied, as he violently hurled downward.
"NOOOOO—! THE PUSSYYYYYY—!!" he roared, his cry splitting galaxies as the void swallowed him whole.
The cosmos spun.Stars vanished.And then—light.
When his vision cleared, he felt flesh again.Breath. Weight. Warmth.
His eyes opened—not in a body of scales and horns—but in the fragile shell of a boy.
A boy.
Eighteen.Small. Unscarred.Virgin.
Memories not his own slammed into him,flooding his mind in images of a past not his own.
Galarane gritted his teeth, cock still throbbing with her ache, as he let out a primal, divine scream inside his soul:
"WHY! WHY DO I HAVE TO BE STUCK INSIDE THIS EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD CUUUUCKKKK—!!"
The night settled.The boy yawned.Turned over.
And went to sleep—unaware of the raging dragon-god curled into fetal position inside his body.
Alone, sealed away,Galarane whimpered inside the mindscape—
"Why me… *weep*... *weep*… Pussy…"