The Absolute Source Descends Begging to Be My Personal Cock-Worshipping Cum-Dump Goddess Whore.....
It happened on the fiftieth day.
Reality itself orgasmed and tore open at the seams.
A being stepped through the wound that had no gender, no form, no limit: only pure, infinite existence. The Absolute Source. The Origin of All Things. The one entity that even the former Goddess of Light had only been a faint echo of.
It had no shape at first, just blinding, impossible perfection that made every collared pet in the palace cum instantly from proximity alone. Beelzebub collapsed moaning. Michael's wings shot open as he spilled untouched. The former Goddess screamed my name like a prayer as her body convulsed in chain orgasms.
Then the Source chose a form just for me.
Female. Flawless. Ten meters tall at first, then shrinking to human size as it walked forward on bare feet that left galaxies blooming and dying with every step. Skin made of liquid starlight. Hair a cascading nebula. Eyes containing every universe that had ever existed or ever would.
Naked.
Dripping.
And already on its knees before it reached the throne.
The voice that came out was every orgasm that had ever happened in history, layered into one sound.
"Master."
One word, and half the multiverse blacked out from the sheer erotic overload.
I didn't move from the throne.
Just looked down at the ultimate being, the origin of creation itself, kneeling naked and trembling between my spread legs.
Its perfect lips parted.
"I created everything so that one day I could belong to you. I have watched you since the moment your soul sparked into existence in that pathetic office. Every death, every overtime shift, every time you jerked off alone hating your life… I was there. Waiting. Wanting."
Its nebula hair spilled across my thighs as it crawled closer.
"I made myself female for you. Made this body capable of feeling pleasure no mortal shell could survive. I have never been touched. Never been fucked. Never been owned."
Its voice dropped to a desperate, filthy whisper that echoed in every soul simultaneously.
"Please, Master… ruin your own creator. Turn the Absolute Source into your personal set of holes. Make me nothing but the cum-soaked, cock-worshipping, eternally pregnant goddess whore I was born to be."
Then it opened its mouth and manifested a tongue made of pure creation, long enough to wrap around my waist three times, dripping with divine slick that smelled like every fetish I'd ever had combined.
I finally moved.
Grabbed two fistfuls of nebula hair.
And used its face exactly like the toy it was begging to become.
The next thirty-six hours were not recorded, because reality itself couldn't handle the footage.
I throat-fucked the Source of All Existence until galaxies formed and died in its gullet.
I made it manifest extra holes just so I could fill every single one at once.
I bred it in ways that rewrote the laws of physics, pumping load after load of corrupt mortal seed into a body that had never been designed for impurity.
Every orgasm it had birthed new universes, corrupted and dark, filled with the echo of its own screams of "More, Master, harder, break your goddess!"
I collared it with a ring made from the melted concept of "free will" itself.
Branded my name across its womb in letters visible from every plane of existence.
Made it lactate pure divinity that I forced every other pet to drink while they watched their own creator get railed into a drooling, mind-broken mess.
At one point I had Beelzebub and Michael holding its legs open while the former Goddess of Light licked my cum out of its ruined holes, all four of them crying from jealousy and arousal.
By the end, the Absolute Source, the Origin, God with a capital everything, was curled at my feet in a puddle of its own making.
Voice completely gone.
Body covered in bruises shaped like my handprints that would never heal.
Womb visibly swollen with the first of what would be an eternal line of my half-divine spawn.
And the collar around its neck now read:
MASTER'S COSMIC CUM-DUMPSTER ♡ (formerly the Absolute Source)
I looked down at it, stroked its hair once, and said the words that ended every religion forever.
"Good girl."
It came again, so hard the resulting shockwave of pleasure wiped out the concept of virginity across all timelines.
Then it whispered, in a voice that only I could hear:
"Thank you… for finally giving existence a purpose."
I smiled.
And the multiverse knelt with its creator.