LaurelOneiros
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Theseus strode down the black stone stairs of his mother's temple. Filling the gap that his younger brothers respectfully left for him, he raised his head to behold the goddess of flesh before them.
Gradually, a queenly visage emerged from the amorphous body of pink substance, its dark green eyes opened and looked down upon the same eyes of its first-born son. "Theseus, my son." The goddess called in a resonant voice. The child stepped forth and half-knelt, the long, tail-like appendage appended behind his head swung before his right hand as he placed the latter upon his heart in salute. "Yes, mother."
"You have come of age," spoke the goddess, solemnly, but not without a surreptitious display of doting, "tell me, my child, what is your mission?" Looking up with stoic eyes, Theseus answered: "to journey far and to conquer, to spread the kingdom of flesh until we are all there is under the sun." The matronly face returned a satisfactory smile. Simultaneously, two stout, heavily armored guards of gigantic stature marched out of the shadows from either sides of Theseus, and his brothers retreated watchfully to a distance. "May I?" Asked Theseus, meanwhile, the guards had raised their heavy maces.
The goddess nodded, and in a flash, four luminously cyan wings sprouted from Theseus's carapace-armored back, stirring up such a powerful gust that it sent the guards stumbling back. Theseus shifted on his squatting legs, thighs bulging with built-up tension, and then, after another cyan-colored flash, he had landed on the black stone wall of the chamber, one hand gripping the smooth surface and supporting his whole weight, while the other held the severed head of a guard. The remaining guard, obviously a simple-minded testing subject, rushed forth unfazed by the death of its predecessor, mace-swinging. Releasing the head, Theseus caught the incoming mace with both hands; the temple shook under the tremendous collision. A diamond shaped patch of carapace on Theseus's forehead lit up. Looking directly into the guard's unintelligent round eyes, Theseus focused his hypnotic power, and in a moment, the guard collapsed unconsciously on the floor, with the young conqueror alighting easily upon its senseless body, wings retracting.
"Very good." The goddess approved. "You had showed your power as a warrior. Now, show me your ability as a father, a founder for the kingdom of flesh." Theseus bowed, behind him, four smaller guards brought into the chamber a young woman bound in ropes. "Release her." Commanded the goddess of flesh.
As soon as her restraints were undone, the woman rolled onto her feet, staring at Theseus in shock and alert. "Conquer her, make her bear fruit." Theseus dashed forth in a blur, but when he reached where she was, the woman had dodged to the side. Raising her hands, the woman conjured a dazzling spherical cage around Theseus, clearly, this woman is no defenceless subject. Returning her tense, staring eyes with a calculating gaze, Theseus opened the carapace covering his chest and arms, revealing the network of veins and tubes underneath. Staring incredulously, his opponent found herself lacking the courage to undo Theseus's constraint to deliver an attack. Cyan lights appeared on Theseus's exposed veins, concentrating at his hands, and finally, with focused blast on the cage around him, Theseus torn up a gaping breech on the magic barrier.
The woman panicked, dashing madly around the cylindrical chamber to avoid the conqueror of flesh, whereas her pursuer, after several games of fruitless cat-and-mouse, sat down on the floor. His ordinarily human-like legs unwound and expanded, transforming into four many-jointed limbs that scurried swiftly like those of a cellar spider. Attempting another evasion, the woman were caught squarely by the waist in the articulated embrace of a limb.
Seizing her naked body, Theseus held the woman face-up in front of the goddess as though presenting a sacrifice. Parting her securely held legs, Theseus extended his pink tongue from his pale-green lips, thoroughly soaking the woman's vulva. Unleashing a quavering moan, the woman felt a spell of faintness sweeping over her mind as the conqueror's tongue run again and again through her spreading lower lips. Ere long, a mind-warping swoon completely consumed the hapless victim, her blurring vision intermittently registered the progressively joyous expression of the flesh goddess, and her body yielded to the fiery thrusts of the conqueror's carnal scepter.
After a timeless delirium, the woman awoke in a bed of stiffened foam, her abdomen heavy with the offspring of a supernatural sire. Seeing her opening eyes, Theseus withdrew his nourishing tendrils from the woman's orifices, and stood up to face his goddess. Brimming with happiness, the goddess praised: "well done, my son, well done." Theseus bowed, his form made lean by the effort of fatherhood.
"My son," says the goddess of flesh, "are you ready to conquer for the kingdom of flesh?" Standing up amidst the myriad of fully or half-consumed comestible, Theseus speaks adamantly: "Ready, from the moment of my conception." Presently, the goddess of flesh rises into the air, leaving a glowing slit of flesh underneath her shapeless body. "Once you step through this gate," she said, "you may find yourself anywhere, in any conceivable or inconceivable realms. There will dwell creatures of every species, strong or weak; there may or may not be the magical Aether on which our magical power depends. You may have to fight alone or beside companions; you may have to conquer forthrightly or do so in disguise. Alas, whatever the case, you can always trust the power of flesh, because all life are the subject of flesh, and over all life the kingdom of flesh must reign."
Speeding through fathomless depths of air, Theseus soar, the words of his mother ringing in his mind. By the dissipating moisture on his skin and the warming air, Theseus knows that he had descended through the clouds of an unknown world. Eyes closed, he curled himself in fetal position--a last hail to his maternal goddess, from now on, she is as good as dead.
With a great crash, Theseus lands in the earth of a foreign world; getting onto his feet, he opens his eyes.
Gradually, a queenly visage emerged from the amorphous body of pink substance, its dark green eyes opened and looked down upon the same eyes of its first-born son. "Theseus, my son." The goddess called in a resonant voice. The child stepped forth and half-knelt, the long, tail-like appendage appended behind his head swung before his right hand as he placed the latter upon his heart in salute. "Yes, mother."
"You have come of age," spoke the goddess, solemnly, but not without a surreptitious display of doting, "tell me, my child, what is your mission?" Looking up with stoic eyes, Theseus answered: "to journey far and to conquer, to spread the kingdom of flesh until we are all there is under the sun." The matronly face returned a satisfactory smile. Simultaneously, two stout, heavily armored guards of gigantic stature marched out of the shadows from either sides of Theseus, and his brothers retreated watchfully to a distance. "May I?" Asked Theseus, meanwhile, the guards had raised their heavy maces.
The goddess nodded, and in a flash, four luminously cyan wings sprouted from Theseus's carapace-armored back, stirring up such a powerful gust that it sent the guards stumbling back. Theseus shifted on his squatting legs, thighs bulging with built-up tension, and then, after another cyan-colored flash, he had landed on the black stone wall of the chamber, one hand gripping the smooth surface and supporting his whole weight, while the other held the severed head of a guard. The remaining guard, obviously a simple-minded testing subject, rushed forth unfazed by the death of its predecessor, mace-swinging. Releasing the head, Theseus caught the incoming mace with both hands; the temple shook under the tremendous collision. A diamond shaped patch of carapace on Theseus's forehead lit up. Looking directly into the guard's unintelligent round eyes, Theseus focused his hypnotic power, and in a moment, the guard collapsed unconsciously on the floor, with the young conqueror alighting easily upon its senseless body, wings retracting.
"Very good." The goddess approved. "You had showed your power as a warrior. Now, show me your ability as a father, a founder for the kingdom of flesh." Theseus bowed, behind him, four smaller guards brought into the chamber a young woman bound in ropes. "Release her." Commanded the goddess of flesh.
As soon as her restraints were undone, the woman rolled onto her feet, staring at Theseus in shock and alert. "Conquer her, make her bear fruit." Theseus dashed forth in a blur, but when he reached where she was, the woman had dodged to the side. Raising her hands, the woman conjured a dazzling spherical cage around Theseus, clearly, this woman is no defenceless subject. Returning her tense, staring eyes with a calculating gaze, Theseus opened the carapace covering his chest and arms, revealing the network of veins and tubes underneath. Staring incredulously, his opponent found herself lacking the courage to undo Theseus's constraint to deliver an attack. Cyan lights appeared on Theseus's exposed veins, concentrating at his hands, and finally, with focused blast on the cage around him, Theseus torn up a gaping breech on the magic barrier.
The woman panicked, dashing madly around the cylindrical chamber to avoid the conqueror of flesh, whereas her pursuer, after several games of fruitless cat-and-mouse, sat down on the floor. His ordinarily human-like legs unwound and expanded, transforming into four many-jointed limbs that scurried swiftly like those of a cellar spider. Attempting another evasion, the woman were caught squarely by the waist in the articulated embrace of a limb.
Seizing her naked body, Theseus held the woman face-up in front of the goddess as though presenting a sacrifice. Parting her securely held legs, Theseus extended his pink tongue from his pale-green lips, thoroughly soaking the woman's vulva. Unleashing a quavering moan, the woman felt a spell of faintness sweeping over her mind as the conqueror's tongue run again and again through her spreading lower lips. Ere long, a mind-warping swoon completely consumed the hapless victim, her blurring vision intermittently registered the progressively joyous expression of the flesh goddess, and her body yielded to the fiery thrusts of the conqueror's carnal scepter.
After a timeless delirium, the woman awoke in a bed of stiffened foam, her abdomen heavy with the offspring of a supernatural sire. Seeing her opening eyes, Theseus withdrew his nourishing tendrils from the woman's orifices, and stood up to face his goddess. Brimming with happiness, the goddess praised: "well done, my son, well done." Theseus bowed, his form made lean by the effort of fatherhood.
"My son," says the goddess of flesh, "are you ready to conquer for the kingdom of flesh?" Standing up amidst the myriad of fully or half-consumed comestible, Theseus speaks adamantly: "Ready, from the moment of my conception." Presently, the goddess of flesh rises into the air, leaving a glowing slit of flesh underneath her shapeless body. "Once you step through this gate," she said, "you may find yourself anywhere, in any conceivable or inconceivable realms. There will dwell creatures of every species, strong or weak; there may or may not be the magical Aether on which our magical power depends. You may have to fight alone or beside companions; you may have to conquer forthrightly or do so in disguise. Alas, whatever the case, you can always trust the power of flesh, because all life are the subject of flesh, and over all life the kingdom of flesh must reign."
Speeding through fathomless depths of air, Theseus soar, the words of his mother ringing in his mind. By the dissipating moisture on his skin and the warming air, Theseus knows that he had descended through the clouds of an unknown world. Eyes closed, he curled himself in fetal position--a last hail to his maternal goddess, from now on, she is as good as dead.
With a great crash, Theseus lands in the earth of a foreign world; getting onto his feet, he opens his eyes.
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