The Awakening

The last thing he remembered was the fire entering his veins and then... he was somewhere else. There are two attractive women speaking to him. He turns his attention from their forms to their words and decides that despite their extremely comely appearance, they seem to be very distasteful people. Still he doesn't seem to have much of a choice, but to work with them and it isn't all bad. He was executed for horrific crimes in his world and he doesn't know if his proclivities are the reason for his summoning by these two or merely a coincidence, but they are offering him almost exactly what he desires most.

Still he doesn't like being manipulated by others and as he finishes making his choices based on the criteria they offer, he glumly wishes he could have a chance to punish these two as well, which is when the third voice speaks to him and unknowingly gives him everything he needs. He makes a few more choices, forming his future self into a being designed for one purpose, to bring about the fall of both these two darkness sluts and this light femboy, he'd never **** a femboy before, he can't wait.

The Age of Darkness and the Age of Light shall both fall at his hands and he will reign over a new age. He realizes he's getting ahead of himself; however, it's best to pretend to be a willing pawn until he has the power and means to reveal the terrible mistake these "gods" have made in choosing him.

He finishes all his decisions and declares his intent to serve as a loyal pawn and then he is sent away.

He wakes up and even before he opens his eyes he can feel the power in his new form. He opens his eyes to take stock of himself and his surroundings. He is a hulking creature, easily 12 feet in height, his basic form is that of a skeletal beast, but the ethereal nature of his spirit form surrounds his skeleton like a shell, vaguely forming a ghostly approximation of his original humanoid form, though of course much larger in size. He stretches out his hands and ethereal tendrils with spiked tips extend from his hands and he begins to laugh. "It's real... It's all real. Oh this is going to be so much fun!" he cries to the heavens and hears gasps from around him.

He was so focused on himself he forgot to take stock of his surroundings. He is in a desert and around him there's a small group of people. They look to be humans. There's a strange idol in the center, just in front of him and it dawns on him that he has appeared in the middle of some sort of ritual.

He turns his attention to the people around him. There are two women, one is practically naked and standing only a short distance away from him, wearing only a brown hide loincloth and some tribal looking bodypaint, her skin is a dark tan colour, contrasting with the light white paint that covers her body. It's an intricate pattern, a simple circle on each of her cheeks, a triangle on her chin, barbed lines running down the front of her neck and between her ample breasts before splitting at her stomach into a line going down to disappear beneath her loincloth before seeming to continue down both legs to her ankles where they stop and form small circles around each ankle and another two that run back up to her breasts, circling her exposed, and noticeably stiff, dark brown nipples, and then curling at her shoulders down both arms to a simple skull symbol on the back of each of her hands. She has fiery red hair falling down to her shoulders in luscious curls and she looks up at him with dark brown eyes that watch with a mixture of hope and confusion. The other is part of the circle surrounding him, the circle is made up of about nine people including the other woman and eight men. All of them have the same tan skin as the woman in front of you, but wear more clothing, each of them wearing a simple fabric loincloth and sleeveless shirt. They also are all not wearing the bodypaint.

He deduces that the woman in front of him is the ritual leader of this group. He also deduces that it is unlikely his two dark benefactors would spawn him somewhere dangerous and therefore these people must be neutral or followers of the darkness, this is confirmed when the woman in front of him speaks in a cautious voice, "Are... Are you the champion of the Black Night?" she asks and his eyes narrow. These ones seem to be specific followers of one of the two darkness sluts who summoned him, what was her name? Melanoche?

He's tempted to take this woman in front of him immediately, break her on the wheel of his desires, but for the moment he restrains himself, at least a little. These cultists will be useful at least for now, still he might be able to sate his hunger if he plays his cards right.

"I am indeed the champion of the Black Night, I am called..." he starts, but hesitates, he can't use his old name. It's hardly suited to the creature he is now or the lofty goals he has set for himself. His mind drifts to the core he held and a thought strikes him, "I am called Doom," he announces and then opens his skeletal mouth which also has the welcome effect of causing his spirit mouth to split open in a wide unnatural grin, "I thank you for your welcoming and the present you have given to me," he states. The woman in front of him, who he assumes now to be a priestess, seems understandably confused by his words, however she is answered quickly as out of his maw a long ethereal tongue lashes out suddenly and wraps around the waist of the woman in the circle.

The tongue yanks her to him and he grabs her arms with his hands, another pair of ethereal hands emerging to grab her legs and **** them open. She looks horrified, but doesn't make any attempt to fight or struggle, the others watching all similarly carry looks of alarm and concern, but make no attempt to stop him. Doom imagines even if he killed her right in front of them they wouldn't hold it against him, still for now he has a better plan. The woman is still looking at him terrified and the priestess seems to be trying to decide whether or not she should do something.

Doom doesn't give them any more time to think, however, tendrils emerge from his ethereal form and slide under her loincloth, her eyes go wide in surprise and fear as multiple thin tendrils push into her ass and cunt, tearing away any cloth in their way. She let's out a cry of surprise as the tendrils in her cunt begin to **** her open, slowly opening her until pain registers on her face and they stop there, holding her open to her limit. The other tendrils do the same to her ass afterwards. The watching crowd are showing mixed expressions, fear, concern, awe and occasionally arousal. The priestess though seems like she might be troubled, Doom finds himself recalculating his earlier thoughts.

The others might not care if he killed this woman, but it seems the priestess would, the priestess might be a problem, she seems to actually have some independence and is not blindly loyal, at least not to him, "that can be changed though," he thinks to himself before turning his attention back to the woman, squirming in his grasp as his tendrils hold both her holes wide open for the next part of his fun. A pair of large ethereal cocks emerge at his groin, made perfectly to size for the limits he had found of each of her holes. He pulls her down slowly forcing each cock into one of her holes making her cry out as she feels him slowly sliding deeper and deeper into her.

His tongue releases her and then slides up to **** itself into her lips, her cheeks bulging as his tongue fills her mouth. He wonders, idly, what ethereal tongue tastes like as it lashes around inside her mouth and then slowly pushes into her throat, her own tongue **** down against the floor of her mouth. Her throat bulges as Doom's tongue forces itself down into her throat. Her chest rises and falls as she takes heavy breaths desperately trying to breath around the appendage filling her throat.

Doom hadn't bothered to really look at her, she was just a woman before, but now he is paying more attention. Her hair is about shoulder length, but tied in a ponytail that is itself than split into two that fall down towards either shoulder, her eyes are a dark brown and are rolled back, the corners of her eyes gently beading with tears. Her breasts are on the smaller side, but look delightfully firm. Doom's hands, both actual and the extra ethereal ones, release her limbs, the ethereal ones moving to slide up her shirt and grip the soft, rounded flesh of her hips as his other hands slip under her shirt and grab hold of her breasts, squeezing them in what was a surprisingly gentle action compared to the rest of his actions so far.

The resulting moan doesn't fully escape from her mouth, but Doom can feel the vibration through his tongue and knows that he was correct in guessing that her breasts are extremely sensitive. His hands mold themselves to her breasts adding a suction cup like pressure each time he squeezes and kneads her breasts, her rapidly hardening nipples poking into his palms. Her growing pleasure is reflected in her mouth, both upper and lower, her cunt begins to grow wet allowing Doom's large cock to push in and out of her with more ease, her anus also seems to loosen allowing him to move slightly faster while causing less pain, normally this would mean nothing to him, but he has decided what he wants to do with this woman and making her enjoy her violation is the first step of his new plan for her.

Her actual mouth is a different story, her tongue squirms, trying desperately to run along his tongue as it invades the inside of her mouth, her mouth fills with her saliva and he can see it dripping down her chin as it leaks out of her **** open mouth. His tongue pulls out slightly, letting her breath easier and also freeing her tongue. She responds eagerly, her tongue moving to try and coil and play with his own. His tongue still dwarfs hers, however and she can do little more than lick and caress it like she would a lollipop or more obviously in this case, a large cock.

Her now obvious pleasure seems to have assuaged the fears of the watchers, the priestess included and while the priestess still watches merely with interest, the men in the circle are now fully awed and giving in to their arousal, many of them now openly masturbating as they watch the display. Doom grips the woman's sides tighter as he begins to move her up and down on his cocks, her legs surprisingly moving to try and wrap around his waist, though her legs aren't long enough to do so and instead she merely presses her feet against his sides, her hands reaching for his shoulders, before giving up and merely moving to rub his chest. Doom can feel her squeezing his cocks with both her holes and knows that she's rapidly approaching climax. He forces her over the edge of her climax, doing nothing to move her, so all watching can see as she experiences and then rides out an intense orgasm, only once she's finished does he cum, filling her ass and cunt with his seed.

He didn't make any choices that would increase his chance of impregnating a woman, but that does mean there's still a chance he may have impregnated her. He decides it doesn't matter for the moment. If she is pregnant that is of no concern to him. He fills her with so much cum, he can visibly watch as her stomach expands and she groans, feeling herself growing so full. He removes his cocks and watches as a veritable waterfall of cum leaks from her used orifices. He then gently lays her on the ground. She lies panting and satisfied, cum still leaking from her. Doom creates a tentacle and touches it to her and she let's out a surprised gasp as she feels magic collecting on her body and the marking appears on her stomach just above her womb, still partially hidden by the remains of her soaked and tattered loincloth.

"She is mine now, I have chosen her as my attendant," Doom declares to the others and there are cheers from the men in the circle, they likely have no idea what this means in any practical sense, in fact Doom isn't sure if it means anything to him either, the priestess looks confused, but says nothing. Doom points at the priestess, "You... we must talk," he declares and she hesitates and then nods.

Doom leaves the circle and heads out into the desert a ways with the priestess following him. Even with her behind him, he can still see her and he watches as her ample breasts bounce slightly with each step. He will have her eventually, but for right now. She's more useful as a source of information than as a fucktoy.