Prince Jakob ascends, but the Lord of Lust is not a kind master

Throughout the group of cultists, tentacles sought every open hole. Mouths, pussies, and asses, anything that wasn't filled found itself pumped into by the seemingly endless length of the bizarre things. Even Shaman Berg found himself at the end of their touch, as a tendril of its own volition wrapped itself around his shaft. He leaned his head back to let out a groan of pleasure as it stroked him, finding his own lust sought after by his God as well.

The orgy was united, brought together not only by their mutual lust, but now by the physical connection of the tentacles running between them, carrying a mirroring of motions across bodies until it was as if Emmaline wasn't only being fucked by men in front of and behind her, but by Fredric and his brother as well, by Liv's receptive motions several yards away, and by Berg's hips thrusting up against the tentacle around his cock. The same held true for everyone, driving a blissful fever pitch of ecstasy until it tore through some cosmic barrier never meant to be approached.

Berg cried out, his voice twisting and rippling away from him as the immense lustful energy concentrated around him, turning him into a conduit toward whatever entity he had offered himself to in exchange for power. Her had been given that power, granted it if only for a moment. The noble Prince Jakob felt himself again, the most alive he had ever been with every movement, every sensation across the entire crowd of people echoed in his mind, but it wasn't to last. There as he stood, grinning wide as he rode the height of his power, the man that had been Prince Jakob ceased to be.

The Lord of Lust gifted, but so too did it take away and the price for Jakob's might was the corruption of his soul. There, inward, in a plane none present could even begin to imagine, shadowy tendril's latched themselves onto Jakob's astral being, stripping him of everything that the man once was, and allowing the essence of the Lord of Lust to seep in from beyond, bubbling up to create a new being in the form of what had once been Jakob.

Shaman Berg had become the avatar of lust, or... rather the Avatar of Lust had become Shaman Berg. The newly born creature stood, drinking in its surroundings as it drank in the energy of its supplicants, its otherworldly face fused with the mask Berg had worn as it surveyed its new domain.

The cult's bucking, sweating, pleasure racked bodies twisted and churned amongst the mesh of tendrils, thrusting cocks and exploring hands. They were lifted into the air, those not fastened to the bondage frames or currently pleasuring those strapped to one. The avatar of the Lord of Lust pushed people together, bringing bodies even more tightly together.

In the swaying tendrils, the hungry mother of four found herself suspended between men, a cock pumping down from above and into her ass as she faced the floor. Her legs were pulled apart by the shadow tentacles and two skinny men shoved up against her thighs, both cocks being guided by thin vines of lust to fill her stretching pussy at once.

The avatar of the Lord of Lust continued to change. His skin grew dark, dark as the waving tentacles that surrounded him, and his body grew in size. The former prince found his very form mutating, his legs growing fur and bending where they didn't bend before. Giant goat-legs replaced his once shapely and royal thighs. He grew a second pair of arms, each one strong enough to hold a cultist in the air. Between his powerful legs two fat cocks, one barbed like dogdick, one ridged like a horse, sprouted over a bugling and hairless ballsack.

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