milkswords:

This happened. Sorry for the formatting.

there was a woman there once. long ago, back when men were men and darkies were slaves. an ancient time when a man could slap his wife and smoke in public. but this is not then, someone needs to end this. this is now and her cosmic agony can be heard for miles. beyond the ozone layer, beyond the tip of our galaxy, they can hear her soul screaming in agony

‘end me’ it howls ‘end me now’

the vessel roars with laughter ‘free you? but then how will i feast on the minds of those who prostrate themselves before me?’

‘you are mine little essence, you belong to graggnar, devourer of humanity, the consumer of man’s seed. i am eternal and no one can hear you’

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cath says:

*the only part of her which is still woman yearns to exert her remourse for inflicting such vaginal terror across the land

*so she gets a tattoo in memory of each man who didn’t make it out alive

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the one above her gaping soul hole is dedicated to alexei, the russian sailor who passed on in 1945. a hardy man, he was taken after he could no longer resist. the war was over at that point, he had finished killing. the siren song of infinity beckoned him into the oblivion between her thighs. with a gasp and a shudder he entered her, a quick yet deep stroke, like the ones he had used on the cabin boys

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cath says:

*trying desperately to become fully engorged, the veil was lifted from his eyes as he gazed down at the androgynous, unidentifyable creature he was inserted into. limp as a noodle, he attempted to eject his flacid member and found that she had enveloped it in her muntbox, like a finger trap

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the orifice had a mind of it’s own, tightening, twisting, writhing like a calf with an arseful of taser. he gurgled, not in pleasure but not in pain. a profound nothingness screeched through his mind, left him hollow and numb. broken by the cunt clamping down on his cock he began to dribble. it covered his chin and the harsh grey whiskers that grew there.

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he continued to thrust. it was automatic, mechanical. the beast before, the one that wore the skin of the woman he had forced himself to love, licked her swollen, bumpy lips. the hunger had been burning within her for so long. she was going to savour this one, roll his taste around on her tongue so to speak. her orifice lacked a tongue but it did have a rudimentary nervous and musculature system. this is what enabled it to draw the essence of a man out. had alexei been compus mentis he would have felt his cock swell. not in the metaphorical way lust blind women talk about but in a literal and grotesque manner. a large kidney shape passed along his vas defrens. it tore at the inside of his unit, permenantly distorting where it passed. it reached the tip and began to slow. 

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graggnar grunted as her cunt began to apply more suction, more pressure. with a sickening pop his cockhead exploded, gore coating her inner walls. she had what she wanted and was anxious to taste it. the only question was when she should clean up. if she did it before it would take the edge off but if she left it then she would have his voided bowels to deal with.

jack’s beautiful mind