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Hornet tapped her blade against the ebon stone around her, the tool itself a long slender needle with thread. Through experience and willpower she had tempered it into a formidable and unique weapon that had seen to her survival in this hostile environment.

At last things had reached their climax. Soon the heart of infection would be slain, and this land could finally recover.

She stood within the depths of the "Black Egg". A vast magical structure of abyssal stone and architecture. Nigh indestructible, made solely to keep it's main occupant sealed within the oppressive darkness of its corridors. And still not enough to hold what had laid dormant at it's core.

She lurked by the towering doors to the inner sanctum, the gentle tap of her feet travelling through it's expansive halls echoed as she approached. There were the sounds of battle, blades clashing, feral roars. The lone knight, though diminutive in size, had proven itself a force to be reckoned with. They had travelled through the desiccated ruins of this once-great empire and faced its horrors for this. To fight and cleanse the "Hollow Knight". The failed prince and now-corrupt vessel of the thing that destroyed Hallownest. The deity within spreading its essence and will as the lambent plague and mental corruption that left all but an iron-willed few as ichor-drooling monsters.

She paused; in her moment of inner thought and distraction the fighting had ceased. The only sound now were slow echoing grunts and faint slaps mixed with the occasional moist squelch or gentle pop.

"What is going on in there? _Have they bested the failed vessel already?" _ Hornet mused in thought, trying to get a better angle to observe the situation.

She peered inside; the darkness of the room pierced by a single crisp beam of white light pouring from the ceiling and illuminating it's center. It was difficult to see what was happening. The towering Hollow was on his knees, faced away from the door. Cracked blade firmly in the stone and used to prop himself. Hunched as he seemed to lurch and twitch with aggressive jerks of his hips, sharp grunts, and slow huffing breathes while he pulled back and repeated the motion with trembles and sighs.

"Wounded and resting perhaps?"

She could not see her smaller friend. Regardless, the vessel seemed vulnerable. Now was the time to strike! She rushed into the chamber, needle drawn as thread laced out and danced in the air. Ready to strike the decisive blow. Yet her charge came to an abrupt halt upon seeing what greeted her at the edges of the chamber's light.

The lone Knight was on it's back. Relaxing between the larger vessel's legs as it's gut bulged obscenely with... something. An object that looked larger than it's host, yet somehow managed to fit into and stretch out that tiny straining tummy. Even now the little knight held onto the large, clawed hand pinning it's head to the stone as it tried to encourage more of whatever was happening through idle convulsions and spasms. The Hollow pressed forward, announcing another wet squelch and the visibly painful strain on the smaller vessel's innards.

An unusual smell hung in the air, more than just the saccharine odor of sweet divine infection. Earthen and salty, heady and raw as it teased at her senses and made her heart race and cheeks flush. The Hollow Prince turned his gaze to Hornet, she instinctually knew.

A cold chill of dread ran down her spine as the monster turned his attention to her. Pulling himself up from his knees. A long and drawn out 'schluurrpop' echoed as she watched his gargantuan cock slide from the little knight's body and pop from their freshly widened and saggy asshole.

Thick viscous ropes of shimmering seminal fluid clung to the pair, hanging in the air between them before oozing onto the floor. The immense corrupted vessel stood tall, easily towering over her. His dark figure had grown wiry and withered. Nothing like the robust warrior depicted in his statues.

However, it was disturbingly clear where all that mass had gone...

All vessels but Hornet were technically genderless, literal void constructs given life by the same divine father and mother. She was the sole exception thanks to her mortal mother, originally.

Yet now she was greeting by the sight of the fallen Knight's immense maleness, thick and uneven. Undulating as thick glowing veins pulsed under the smooth black flesh of the shaft and taut bloated sack. The crown of his steaming cockmeat swollen orange as it spat a constant stream of tainted arousal over his throbbing kingmaker. And worse, his straining leathery orbs sagging underneath. Each heaving testicle was nearly the size of her. Testing the elasticity and strength of his great rubbery scrotum and nearly scraping the stone as it swayed and clenched. Bulges shifted and writhed underneath the skin, somehow exciting him as he gurgled a mindless crooning hiss of pleasure while looking her over.

His unnatural sex beaded with droplets of rich honeylike sweat, seasoning the air and stone alike in the intoxicating corruption and pheromones of a virile rutting beast. His perspiration and oozing cum rolling over each crease of his aberrant shaft and churning orbs to produce a glimmering sheen of film emphasizing the potency and mutant pride as disturbing as it was enticing. She was struck speechless, feeling the sight, sounds and scents of his wafting tainted maleness filling her senses as foreign sensations and a shameful warmth filled her core. Her legs locked in the moment, forcing her to gaze at something so primal and clearly tainted as her possessed sibling heaved and growled.

And yet, as she thought this perverse and depraved scene couldn't get worse. His cock writhed, swelling as it tensed. His breath grew heavy as he narrowed his eyes in pleasure. A purring groan before his aching cock flexed, a stream of dense cum poured from his length to gush and ooze over his filthy pride with loud splats and splurts. In the sticky thickened pool of neon semen writhed his mutated sperm. Each as large as her finger, flicking and swimming in the glowing muck as it became clear what shifted under his sack.

She had seen it before in some of the skittering creatures here. How the infection could vastly increase the size of even cellular creatures. The why of growing such a depraved appendage was answered as she cast her nervous gaze to the little knight. Her friend and chosen king on the floor, stretched and gaping, belly glowing and swollen with that thing's sexual fluids.

It's belly shifted, the dull glow shrinking as their crotch bulged and pulsed. It shuddered, arching it's back as a fat tumor grew outward. Each pulse and pump of their little void heart pushed out more flesh, glowing brightly with the taint, developing a bloated and uneven phallic shape as the infection absorbed into his body. His little hand soon gripped the miniscule forming cock as he frantically pumped, wetly slapping against his crotch as he thrust his hips with need. The other hand clenching into a fist as he squished it into his loosened hole with single-minded pleasure. The first squirts of cum soon poured out as his balls took shape. The first large wriggling sperm popped out with a squirt of fluid and soft splat between his legs. The mass within him still moving, changing him as he all he could do was enjoy.

She was careless, distracted by the shock and horror of the scene playing out before her. Barely time to run before the Hollow charged. Slammed face-first into the ground. She heard the clang of her needle rolling away and crack of her mask against stone. Her head was ringing with a dull keen, watching pieces of her horn scatter across the floor as her vision blurred and wavered. Her skull pounded under his grip as he kneeled and draped himself over her. Able to wholly feel his unwelcome warmth and pervasive musk as she took shuddering breaths.

"Ugh..." she winced. A hot wet slap against her back as she gave a winded grunt. Trying to clear her head and catch her breath as he draped the weight of his monstrous drooling cock on her back. She could feel the disturbing heft, every beat and throb as she was shamed by her brother's filthy tool. Nearly as thick as her waist, almost as long as her body...Her precious ruby cloak soaking in his fluids as he gave a hiss of excitement.

A loud wet churn and gurgle rumbled behind her from the tight spongy flesh pinning her lower half. Before he doused her with another spray of his corrupted seminal fluid. Able to feel every splatter and gush of cum soaking her back and shoulders, hitting the back of her skull and rolling over her neck as he shamed her with a bath of his sticky pre.

She could only whimper, weakly struggling before he ripped away her clothing with fervor. Her precious cloak, though it had been soaked and heavy with his seed, was gone. Her limbs were sluggish, her voice gone and unable to form protest through the numbing drum in her skull.

Her lithe feminine frame exposed. Pressed flat against the ground as he gave a groan of approval and another hot disgusting wash of his seed in appreciation. She could only shudder, feeling him soaking her bare back as his wriggling sperm massaged her soft carapace. Left in a growing puddle of glowing pre before he pulled back. One hand pinning her head, the other digging into the stone as he slid himself lower. Dragging his shaft along her helpless figure before pressing the engorged crown against her virgin cleft.

A spark of panic ran up her spine. She tried to shout, to struggle, to plead. Yet all it did was entice. She could feel him tense, painting her firm buttcheeks and thighs in a gush of his excitement before he bore his weight over her, trying to spread her lips as he gave a terse grunt and locked up. She braced herself, waited for the pain, gritting her mandibles as she felt the warmth and pressure of his tip squishing against her quim. She heard him grunt once more in frustration, pulling back, jutting his hips forward. Each and every time he tried to spear her pussy, his hips would lock, unable to move as his insides twitched and tensed. His gut bulging for a second with the rich glow as it forcefully shifted his waist.

Something was stopping him from tearing her open, his cock squishing against her folds and drooling his oozing pre. A groan, a few wet splats and she gasped, feeling the rubbery engorged sperm spat over her taint as they wriggled and writhed over her virgin lips. His fingers suddenly dug into her slit, spreading her as she cried out, feeling the slimy cells eagerly crawl inside of her. She wanted to wretch, the disgust and terror of feeling them happily writhing and wriggling deeper, matched by her confusion and struggle as he kindly pulled away and shifted more comfortably over both of them.

His cock seemed to have a mind of it's own. She shivered, a soft blush on her face as she gave a timid squeak while it trailed itself upward along her thigh. It smeared the endless drool of lust up her thigh. Teasing her carapace with the gentle friction of his touch and sensation of his ceaseless virility. Almost trying to romance her as it squished and kissed with his urethra while it traveled, coaxing out her own growing warmth as her body responded to the message. It slowly spread her cheeks, grinding and hotdogging her rump before squishing against her sable asshole instead and pouring a fresh stream of his syrupy essence to slather her crack.

"Nnno...NO! hmMNG!?" screaming out, feeling him pressing his full weight against her. Using his immense strength to grind her into the floor with and hand held firmly on her head. Held still as he aggressively pried her open with the audible squish and helpless groan. More and more corrupt pre spat past her collapsing rim as it began to give, unable to handle the increasing slickness and pressure of his brutal cock through the intensifying burn and sting filling her backside. "Ss-sto-aAaAAAUGH!!"her plea turning into a sharp piercing scream as her anus gave in with a wet squelching pop. His throbbing crown crammed comfortably past her torn and bruised asshole as searing pain flooded her senses.

She had no time to adjust. Emptying her lungs with her agonized wail of pain before the brute gave a churling moan of bliss in her ear. Warm drool poured over her back. A merciless uncaring grunt as he thrust forward, shoving deeper into her as her scream rose in pitch. She could feel her belly stretch and inner walls lightly tear, wave after wave of pain meeting every thrust and stab that slid into her expanding innards. She could feel the slow creak of her delicate carapace as the flesh strained, each squelch as he strained her gut and ground his bloated greasy sack against her legs as he defiled her with another bubbling wash of tainted seed.

Every inch he forced into her met with resistance, the lewd squish and slurp as he poured more and more corrupt seed into her gut to lubricate the passage. His oily cock slurping past her battered and swelling anal ring as it forced her innards to shape around it.

Her eyes moistened and blurred from the pain. The intense searing torment as he rearranged her insides and forcibly stretched her body for his pleasure. "URRguh...haAh..."She groaned swallowing a weak lungful of air as the pain of the knight's red hot rigid beast dick pushed back the mind-numbing din of her concussion. She was consumed by the ache, the discomfort and fullness of his maleness invading her, forcing it's way in with no regard for her organs as she clawed at the floor and tensed every muscle she could.

He growled over her, pausing his cruel pleasure as she gagged and gasped. He was stirring her insides in the swamp and slurry of his corrupted fluids. A hot torrent packing her bruised innards as it loudly gurgled in her gut, letting her shudder with the disgust and agony as her walls began to slowly soak and absorb the moisture. "HMNGK!" A brutal tug backward made her grunt with a dull throb of pain. Feeling him shift his grip from her head and slide back, tugging her pulverized insides with him and pissing cum in the space left behind to leave her only moments of emptiness. Mere inches to adjust himself and continue his depraved game.

A hard slam as he fucked the air from her lungs with a loud wet slurping squish as he fed his tool back into her guts. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she grit her teeth, quaking as she sniffled and strained. She had never cursed her heritage more than this moment. Her void blood rapidly healed and adjusted, fixing any damage caused and even working around his abusive mutant shaft to make it a better ride. Nothing could have prepared her for such degradation and pain. But she refused to give him the satisfaction...S-she could bear it. She HAD to. Even feeling him so disgustingly deep inside her. Able to feel the warmth of his maleness, the beat and throb of every veiny inch within places she hardly knew existed.

But he was careless. Free from his hand and as he slowly pulled back again. She took slow breathes as best she could. Virtual hisses while bracing. Willing to do anything to stop this torment as the adrenaline filled her veins. "HNNG!" digging her fingers into the stone, trying desperately to pull off the massive rod of incestuous flesh that rammed and prodded at her ribs as her weak and clumsy legs kicked at anything for a foothold.

She curled her back, planting her feet on his rubbery sack and tugging with all the strength she could muster as the bulbous dickflesh slid from her abused ass. Her sword was so close! All she had to do was strike the decisive blow, enough to get away or drop him. She could beat the corruption in her if her willpower remained strong! It had to be the purpose of this torture, to break her spirit so it could enter.

A warbling groan rolled from her throat as she strained and struggled. Wyrms Blood, the withdrawal was no better. Feeling his brutal sex pulling against her insides, her blood mingling with his seed as he loudly moaned behind her in delight as her distended belly shrunk. With a final heave she pulled off, a loud, wet and familiar sound of his cock escaping her ruined and gaping void hole and slapping onto the ground as liquid warmth poured out of her in a slow trickle.

Her backside and innards ached and stung, the emptiness so deep within her as she healed. Crawling for her blade, legs barely twitching after nearly being popped from their joints by his retreating girth. Inches from her prized blade, salvation. Before his great clawed hand gripped her skull again, pressing her to the floor with his unnatural strength. She whimpered and dug her claws into at the rock desperately, feeling her heart sink as she struggled and weakly shook her head. His thick glans smushed against her swollen, gaping anus as her pulled her backwards to feed each inch back in.

Her fingers loudly scraped against the stone, leaving marks as she moaned. The chorus of whimpers and wet suction as his immense abyssal cock gradually slid back into its victim.

There was no grace or mercy, pulling her more and more onto his length as she cried out and gasped. She struggled for breath, more searing hot pain pulsing through her with every inch. Nowhere near as intense now that she was loosened, but so abused it was hard to tell.

He paused as he reached as deep as before. 2/3rds of his ungodly dick fed into her ruined ass as she caught her breath and shuddered gasps. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her body shivering from the stimulation and pain as globs of wriggling sperm and pooling cum settled below her breasts.

She could barely respond anymore, just hoping it was over as he adjusted his hips and lifted her head. She finally sniffled, swallowing whatever pride was left from being violated. And begged for him to stop.

He gave a grunt, shifting her slightly while she matched his with discomfort. She had hoped that something of him was still in that mindless animal, maybe she had reached it. Her hopes to be dashed as he grabbed her arm and head. His wiry muscles tense as the chill ran through her body, hardly able to swallow the dread knowing what was coming. And with a mighty roar and thrust, rammed the last of his cock in.

All she could do was let out another quaking squeak of agony, so intense she could do nothing but hang her mouth open in a silent scream as the bulge of his dick stretched out from under her breasts and throbbed in front of her face. Her softened stretchy carapace lewdly bulging and squishing as he heaved a strained hiss and sigh before the eruptions of intensified warmth. He was cumming, each gush and eruption of sperm into her visible visible through the gentle sable flesh. Able to see and feel how utterly broken she was as convulsions of warmth ran up and down her back with each surge and flex of his length.

Her mind buzzed, body so overstimulated with pain that it was almost numb. She could barely think, only able to watch the spectacle of her body being shaped and ruined for his pleasure before he wrenched himself out of her without care. The intense suffering of having him scraping her innards, yanking out and feeling the rush of fluids, the cold and emptiness. It made her feel sick, but something else was creeping in her. Warm and primal, something that turned her next scream as he rammed from tip to hilt into a ragged moan mixed with hints of pleasure.

He bred his helpless plaything with aplomb, every drive of his hips, wet slam, and slap of their bodies ramming together done to leave no inch of her sacred as she grew increasingly weak and numb. The pain burning out her nerves as her body repeatedly healed and adjusted into a proper cock sleeve for him. Every grunt and shove forcing the air from her lungs, every rising bolt of pleasure and lingering tingle slowly making her drool and buzz. She began to relax and give in. More and more the pain went from numbness, of watching herself being used like a toy. Nearly disconnected from what was happening to her lithe frame. To tingles of sickening and indulgent pleasure with the moisture and friction of each squish, squelch, and rush of cock and cum increasingly filling her insides.

"Hmg, hlgk" She gurgled. The loud slaps of their breeding rocking her body with gentle ripples as her bruised hips went limp. His thrusts shifted, growing slower, more forceful and deliberate. His voice was uneven, shuddering with his distorted growls as he held her firm against him, swelling and pulsing inside her. The rush of seed seemed to stop, or slow to a trickle. Too addled to process it, Hornet held still. Watching his testicles undulate against her hips and shins as she sat on an unwilling throne. "...D...done?" a weak spark of a thought, long absent of hope before he groaned. A bulge, twice as thick as the first loads, spread her strained little hole wide before slurping past as she shuddered with the unwelcome pleasure of the protrusion's clear travel through her gut. "C-ourse...not.."

Hecame, the flood before merely his excitement and pleasure milked from the tightness of her nubile body wrapped over his shaft. Stretched out, he groaned and gurgled with her as the bulge reached it's peak and erupted from his tip to pack her gut with a nearly endless churning flood of his condensed bubbling taint and corruption. She shuddered with bliss, the stinging pain and tingling pleasure rolling through her core as her vision wavered with the shock. The sudden endless wash of his fluids finally packed her throat as she began to wobble and bloat. Bulging her belly with quart after quart of his jellied sperm until it washed out her stomach and flowed upward to squirt and ooze from her mouth and nostrils. She could taste the sweetness and saltiness, the corruption through her body and stench of sweat, sex and blood around them as she was flushed and fucked through. Broken and defiled.

Her mind buzzed as she was used, defiled, feeling the pulses of pleasure welcoming so much more if she gave in. Another dense rush of cum poured from her mouth, splattering over the ground as she crossed her legs and felt an unwelcome peak rise in her loins. It was weak, but so fulfilling, feeling his next rush of cum as he flushed her with his semen push her over the edge as her sweet swollen lips sprayed her gentle nectar over her thighs.

She wanted more...was hard to think. It still hurt, but she wanted the pain. Her body had been molded for this by now. It had grown almost...luxurious~

Her hand gripped his as he began to pull back, hooking her legs over his skeletal waist as she tried to feed his length back into her. Her eyes hazy with an unnatural orange glow as they both purred and growled together.

He eased up slightly, releasing her head as he pulled her off. Freeing several feet of cock before she rolled over to face him. Her clumsy feet lining him up before he rammed in again with all the strength he could muster.

The floor and rock dug into her back as she hissed, feeling him bruising her organs as she welcomed the nausea and pain with the sudden hot rush of pleasure. Savouring the sight of that fat bulge packing her distended gut again with the excess of corruption. Her clawed feet kneaded and rubbed into his bloated nutsack, soaking her soles in his glimmering sweat and begging for more as he crooned and obliged.

Her mind faded into the bliss, feeling the buzz, the words, tune, and tingle of the Radiance's control. Every brutal drilling into her, the growing volume of his seed in her guts and each shuddering orgasm beating back her sane mind as cum, corruption and giant slithering sperm crawled across and inside her body.

She couldn't be sure how long she was a toy, a beast. How many loads had been pumped into her after the second...third <3. Legs spread as she gripped and massaged his veiny shaft working in and out of her, savoured in depravity together. A glimmer of something by her head drew her faintly glowing eyes. Her needle. Sat by the faintest threads of light and casting a reflected beam across her eyes.

The fight. The kingdom. The corruption!

Her mind returned, flooded back with her oath and honor, her memories and dedication!

He was just finishing in her, both of them a sweating panting mess as she quaked with bliss. The sensation of his pulsing cock flooding her again with his infectious warmth. It was impossible not to lay back, arching frame and dragging her claws over the floor as she was hit by the intense euphoria and bliss crashing in waves over her body. It took all her strength not to hold him there and throw her through another cascade of orgasm.

But she grabbed the blade, adrenaline filling her veins as she coiled his neck and body with twine and used all of her strength to plant her feet. "HRRGH! Au-aHH~!" a heaving grunt and rolling moan as she wrenched herself off his immense pulsing rod. Tumbling back, she held her bloated gut jiggling and sloshing with an obscene amount of his output and snapped the string. Rushing as fast as her clumsy legs and uneven weight could carry her from the chamber.

The rest was a blur, her mad stumbling dash down the halls as her insides shifted with corrupted spunk and swimming mutant sperm.

Finally, Hornet found rest. Placing her back against the cool stone of a wall as she caught her breath. She was a mess, and she knew it. Covered in the shame, sweat and cum as the last tatters of her cloak finally fell from her neck. Her body was oddly numb, yet warm. Nerves almost dead to pain or any sensation but pleasure. Even the light friction of the stone made her carapace tingle.

"Hnn..." She hugged her swollen belly with an arm, nearly cradling it as she ran her hand along the smooth and stretched surface. Her breasts had swollen as well, from modest mounds to plump and firm fruit that would draw the attention of any male. Her body had filled out, somehow matured. From demure tomboy in her years of training, to a curvaceous beauty fit to be queen.

She looked heavily pregnant, ready to burst with a litter of dozens from the rich deposit of her fallen brother. Her pride and purity had been robbed, the memory of the degradation and shame so perfectly vivid. And yet, she could muster no disgust or anger. Much as she tried, she felt sexy. All thoughts slowly shifted to the pleasure, giving into the bliss as something tugged her towards all she had been missing as a chaste and devoted knight.

She gave her head a shake, no, she was a warrior still! She simply needed this out of her, she could expunge or contain her taint. Possibly...Keep the bound prince as plaything~ Another shake of the head, unusual temptations as she tried to find a place to 'remove' this burden.

Finding a corner and praying for privacy she reached back. No trickle or drool from her abused bug hole...She found her anus had swollen. Puffed up into a soft spongy doughnut made for abuse and keeping each and every drop firmly locked inside of her bowels until it absorbed.

She could feel the chill of shame and dread mix with a blush. Running her finger along her sensitive ring of muscle, barely a wrinkle in it's delicate silken flesh as she gave it a squeeze and nearly fell to her knees from the stimulation. The hot rush of raw pleasure that shot her nerves as she toyed with her puffed-up pucker. The only moisture that came was from her drooling pussy, still untouched, yet the lips engorged and in need as if in heat. Thirsting for sensation as she resisted the urge to pry her asshole wide in an effort to get this ichor out of her lest she cum herself mad.

I just need to get to Dirtmouth. I need to rest. Get help. I can...return. All is not lost.

She assured herself, one shaky foot in front of the other as she used the wall for leverage. Her blade securely held with one had as the other cradled her heavy pregnant gut.

Pregnant? Her cheeks flushed. No, no. It was anal...It was brutal. But her thoughts were dragged again to the memory, the sensations as her captor spread her lips wide and fingered his corrupt sperm into her virgin pussy. Feelings and awareness afterward that could not be hers. Of their travel into her, kissing at her cervix and squishing in as they found her eggs and ovum.

"No, no. It's not true!" Shaking her head again, feeling the throb and pulse within her. She couldn't despair, she couldn't give in. She fought every increasingly invasive thought, making her way through pants and shaking breathes towards the exit. She wasn't corrupt, not too far gone!

"NNh, hu-agh!" she gave a jerk as her insides shifted. She watched as her belly bugled before giving a yelp as it crept under her skin and slid towards her chest and neck. She slapped at the bulge, squishing it under her as she winced and shuddered, knowing she did nothing to slow it down, still worming further up as it bulged out her neck like a parasite. She raised her needle in a panic, trying to build the nerve to pierce her neck and drain the mass.

"Oh no, no! 'shllk glorch' mmnuh-" the sickening feel of the corruption slurping slowly into her skull as she closed her eyes and grit her teeth. The creeping slime felt good, she knew it shouldn't. She began to drool...Her eyes itched while she coughed. Blinking, she watched thin trails of orange ooze drip down her cheeks and past her mandibles. The taste and smell of the sweet corruption and pungent cum filling her senses as it shifted in her head and bubbled out of the cracked horn.

She could feel more shifting under her skin, watching bulges slither and shrink back down as her arm violently jerked to the side. She barely caught herself, falling to a knee as she fought with her limb for control. Her muscles began to tense and flex as she strained to maintain dominance over her own body while the slime in her head shifted and squished toying with her mind.

"I'm so close. Can't...Give in" she growled, pulling herself up as her leg fought her on direction. Every violent bulge tugging her one way as she pulled back.

"You have already lost" A smooth and harmonic voice rung in her skull. Masculine, confident and soothing.

"You...It. I can still stop you. I can save our chosen king" she shuddered; her tone defiant as she spoke out to the echo of the chamber. For all the coolness of it's voice, she knew well the threat of the presence in her mind.

"Can you? The only chosen we need will be our child~" her hand creaked, twitching violently before gently pressing to her jiggling gut.

"No, I am...I am not with child. Not from this_"_ She struggled. She could not give up now. Denial was the only weapon she could brandish as he tried to chip away with his lies. Her feet were sluggish, every step to the exit a trial as her body continued to jerk and creak, to forcibly try to tug her away as she stumbled and drifted possessed by the sleeping god.

"Gah!" she gave a shout as her hand shot up, grabbing at her chest and giving her heavy breast a firm aggressive squeeze. "Can you deny this, my queen~?" the charming voice sung as her hand squeezed out thin streams of warm and rich amber milk. A hot rush of pleasure, of relief and teasing sensation ran over her as her hand molested and worked her ample buxom.

They'd grown bigger! More deliciously full and...motherly. From ripe fruits to ample milky melons hardly able to contain her bountiful cream. She gave a low throaty moan as her possessed hand worked, closing her eyes and leaning against a wall as her gentle pleasured pants and gasps mingled with the squirt and drip of her milkers.

"Queen...?" the word, his honorific caught up to her as her hand stopped. Yanked away by her willpower. "Of course. You are what I have waited all too long for" his words carried lust, a husk of pride and twisted affection as they rung in her skull.

"Why, what makes me so s_-*pant*_special?" struggling just to keep herself still and resisting the motions of her bulging and shifting limbs and visibly crawling skin. Her breasts continued to leak and drip now, trails of her honeylike pussy juices dripping down her thighs from the constant mild euphoria and heat of need burning within her womb.

"What doesn't?" the Radiance chimed, emanating a pride and approval that relaxed her weakened body._ "To wed and prize the child of my mortal enemy. Already heavy with my young~"_

"I cannot...I will not. Allow-" pulling herself to stand once more. "Puppet and break my body and will all you like. I will not surrender. You will not achieve-"

"And why not?" interrupting her with the enthralling ring of his voice. "I have given you such pleasure. Shaped your already beautiful body into perfection" her hand trailed to her swollen mound. Cupped over her lips as they dug 2 fingers deep into her dark velvet folds and kneaded her soaked quim.

She groaned with the spikes of pleasure, her cheeks flush as her limb did nothing to stop her prying digits from wriggling deeper. His flirtatious compliments were getting to her. No bug had ever said such things...Feeling puppeted, yet cared for, as she held the wall, feeling her hand work its magic with the light 'schlik' and suck of working out her tension and pleasure.

"Sstop~!" an ashamed groan rolling from her chest as she bore her teeth and drooled sweet honey. The wet 'schlik schlik schlik', the pressure and friction delving deep into her most intimate temple as they scraped and prodded the walls to squeeze her pleasure button and make her scream with ragged breathes of delight.

He pried at her memory, of the visceral sensations and heat, the pleasure and satisfaction of her first time once she stopped fighting it. The gentle and orgasmic dream, the decadent mix of sensations as even pain became welcome in the intoxicating carnal shame once his infection had taken hold.

Hornet could feel the tension in her nethers as he flooded her with the memory, the feel, taste and scent. She tried to resist, to pull away. But so denied of pleasure all her life, she craved the anticipated release that he held back again and again. What desires she had buried so long as shameful, he embraced as natural.

"Was your life worth living as a lone knight in the dead husk of a kingdom? Hiding from your wants and needs for a pointless sense of duty. What has it accomplished" the growing wetness of her sucking squeezing folds as he drilled into her mind and pussy. Her legs drenched in the constant squirts and drool of her rich nectar as drool crept down her lips through struggled grunts and huffs. "I own you already. Your body and mind will succumb and crumble. But I wish not for a dull husk. Become my treasured wife, my queen-mother. Join me, my love. Be my prize. Accept me. Accept pleasure. And you will never erode. Be beside me always".

The more he spoke the more it rang true. She struggled to resist, but his words stung. What HAD she done all this time? She had been alone so long. Her body was hot, heart pounding as he dug out her moist snatch with her own fingers. She had never so much as masturbated before, and now she knew release. She was reaching her edge again after so many repressed orgasms. If she came now...

"Cum for me, pet. Be mine"

"Hh-a...AAuhHhh~!" her eyes flashed, glowing as they rolled back in her skull. Roaring waves of pleasure rushing through her again and again as her mental walls crumbled. Visions of his massive glowing physique ravishing her. Visceral memory and information, every sensation from the previous brutal breeding pried from her mind to replay as she came. Every hot slick and squish delving into her cunny earned squirts and streams of glowing release. Pushed over the edge with mindshattering relief to hit her peak again and again as he rooted into her mind and flooded her with the want to be bred and content. Her will to resist banished but preserving her identity as he filled her with thoughts of grandeur and rule. Of her birthright and place by his side as his heavy and fertile mate and queen.

He was right...What had she been fighting for? The memory of a dead city. She needed to move on, needed to...embrace...Her heritage.

In the back of her skull she still remembered what the infection had done to others. As her body pulsed and pounded with his invasive control. Her arm moved unnaturally, rising up and twisting without a hint of pain before she regained control. She was the lesser in her own body by her own volition. Her gorgeous body occasionally swelled and shifted with parasitic protrusions creeping underneath, making her shift and twitch unevenly as she drooled and hissed giggles dripping with ichor.

Her belly had shrunken to a cute paunch as he distributed his taint through her body, shifted her mass into the gorgeous and fertile queen she had to be. Ichor drooled and dripped from her eyes and mouth, bubbling from her horn. Milky breasts constantly leaking, pussy and asshole drooling cum and corruption more vibrant than ever before. She stood every bit a figure of beauty and fertile font of infection.

The instinctive need was deep in her mind and body now. She craved pleasure, release. To be bred again of her own will and bear young. Her husband would guide her now, show her what to do. "Husband" it felt good to think it, to say it. To not be alone anymore. It felt so liberating and empowering. She couldn't wait to be queen~

Her body jerked slightly in the direction of the chamber. Of the Hollow Knight and Vessel that still contained most of the radiance. She stumbled but complied, beginning a calm strut with a flirtatious and confidence sashay and sway of her shoulder and hips. Her pussy ached for more, her shame discarded as she vigorously dipped her fingers back into her honeypot with only the barest hint of coaxing from her possessor.

Occasionally her body would jerk or twitch, the slime adjusting inside its host. Or some of the still-writhing sperm in her slithering somewhere they shouldn't as she shuddered and regained her stride. It hardly felt like her body anymore, a passenger in this warm obedient haze giving her comfort and security when anyone else would be alarmed.

The knight was waiting for her in the chamber, still-kneeling from where he had been. She could see the half-dozen pools of fluids and mess of stains from their first encounter darkening the stone. His immense mutant shaft stiffened in her presence, pulsing with new life while he watched her approach. Both could sense what they needed, what they wanted. The thread binding him had long-snapped and the little knight was nowhere in sight. Instead a perverse greasy nut stain trailed out the doors and likely towards dirtmouth. A purr rolled in her chest imaging what proportions he was packing. She would have to find out later~

For now, she walked to the fallen prince, his withered body towering over her yet his mutant cock pulsing with abundant vigor. The thing that had tormented and ruined her not long ago now making her shiver with delight. Luminescent pre and sperm poured from him as she gripped his firm monstrous tool, admiring the heat and pulse as the fluids rolled over her hand.

A wriggling sperm clung to her as she pulled back and licked at her digits, no longer afraid of the taste. The little writhing cell was lowered to her moist drooling lips, willfully parted as she helped him into her, the first of many she'd welcome.

But the impulse and need left her unable to wait. And it seems he understood. Both compelled in the next step as he gripped her waist and hefted her upward, watching her spread her legs as his bulbous spear kissed her entrance and rammed in with a grunt and straining squelch.

They groaned as the pleasure overwhelmed, wasting no time in forcing more and more into her, feeling her flesh resist and strain as she welcomed the aggressive tool visibly stretching womanly body. Every strain and slurp pushing him closer to her womb as all she could process was bliss. The welcome heat, the sharp sting and throb as she watched him violate and feed more into her once-pristine womanhood.

She came again, helping more pump into her slickened passage as she cooed with delight. Now she understood. Understood why her king held off on raping her precious temple. For all her regeneration and durability he couldn't risk harming her womb. Not before she was prepared, tainted, and molded by his power.

The chamber rung with the gruff grunts and light huffs of their lovemaking. The wet pop and squish of copious thickened and corrupt fluids plunged between them as he plunged inch after inch deeper and deeper while her body strained and deformed. She could hardly tell when he rammed past her cervix, battering her last line of defense as he pried the ring of muscle wide around his crown and locked inside. Pouring the first eruption of incestuous cum deep into her eggmaker with a cry of delight.

He roared with release, bloating her womb before tearing her from his shaft and leaving her to gape and throb before he rammed downward. Thrusting deep enough to wear her ovaries as a necklace as he plunged and pumped his ceaseless volume into her expanding body like a mindless animal. Pressing on her skull in desperation as he pulled her down into his lap as hard as he could, feeding the last of his dick into her abused body as she drooled in bliss and kissed his veiny crotch with her vaginal lips.

She could feel herself sucking it out of him, feeding her womb with every drop of his tainted essence as their bodies twitched and throbbed. The essence of her trapped husband and master. Packing it into her body with the infinite void at her core. This time not as a prisoner.

Thick 'glorps' and churning 'splurts' began to fill the dank air around them as they were locked in orgasm. Every ejaculation sucking more and more from his sore and straining nuts as they gradually shrank under her with each gallon he gave. Giving her more control as she rocked her pregnant and swollen body on his fat breeder desperate for every drop. His strength was leaving him, eventually he tried to stop, shaking with weariness as she giggled and gripped his arms. It was her turn to enjoy and use him.

Her hips drilled against his as she husked and moaned. Her legs working on their own as she began to relax and enjoy the pleasure, the bliss of maternal instinct and satisfaction until even it began to fade. His dick was shrinking as she sucked him dry, drinking in his essence, the only thing supplying him with any strength as he went soft. The withered knight collapsed, barely even a skeletal husk as she pinned him to the rock, tensing her muscles as she savoured each sucking flex and tense on her insides pulling the seed from his deflated sack until she finished.

But now, she could barely feel anything. Suddenly aware as her legs hefted her up on their own. She wobbled to the center of the chamber, falling to her knees as the infection dribbled from her holes.

Pressure and weight grew at her rear, a throbbing tumor pushing out as she felt only the dim pulse of pleasure. Her breasts rapidly expanded over her bloated belly, growing obscene before streams of thin watery milk began to spray from her engorged nips like fountains.

"Mnguh. W-what is. MgLUk!?" she tried to shout before dense gelatinous slime plugged her throat and slowly oozed down her chin. "Happening??" she finished in thought, mild panic as her body was no longer hers to command.

A bloated ovipositor aggressively grew from her backside, snapping her tailbone and swelling out as an oily rubbery glowing organ packed with fertilized spawn. The weight was too much. Pinned by her massive belly, bloated gushing breasts and now an enormous insectoid abdomen pushing from her rear as the purest symbol of fertility imaginable. Her insides were shifting, bubbling before she felt a rush of fluid and slickness spreading her asshole wide. A wet slurp as she shuddered from the mild stretch and wetness. Confusion before a corrupted slime wobbled into her view. "NNNG!" her focus pushed back as she strained, feeling the pressure before she birthed another while her belly rumbled and body quivered in the constant tease of dull pleasure and perverted fulfillment.

"I told you that you would be my queen, my dear" the voice sung inside of her. "My trophy and most prized and fertile breeding cow".

She tried to argue, to whimper or shout. But it was simply met with even more of that thickened gelatinous corruption packing her throat, making her tense with panic and disgust as another slime baby born from her eggs and essence crawled from her mouth. "T-this wasn't-!"

"Wasn't it?" he chimed as she felt the ache and strain as her new ovipositor spread. Pushing out a larger writhing slime with a trickle of corrupted fluids as her body shifted to be his font of corruption and slime breeding. Every second more packed into her, gestating and swelling in her prone body before being pushed out through her mouth, ass or abdomen. Each birth a numb pulse of relief and dull pleasure through the rush of discomfort as she birthed more and more with bliss but no orgasm.

"You are not just the child of my sworn enemies. Of Wyrm and Void. You are of mortal blood as well" her puppeted hands gripping and raising her blade as he spoke. "And only through your most unique and royal body. Can I be reborn in the physical realm, my love" _.__ _ Unnatural strength filled her limbs as she watched her prized weapon snapped in half by the force. Breaking like a feeble twig in the monstrous infused strength of her corruption as she gave a gargled whimper.

"You won't be needing this anymore" an echoed chuckle in her mind as the growing swarm of warm gelatinous baby slimes began to crawl over their mother. A progeny that would travel beyond the kingdom, aggressively slither into the uninfected and taint their bodies. Some of them dipping into her milk and others exploring her prone and infected form.

"I will keep you eternally my love. My toy. My pet. My most special prize and intimate breeder. But we have different expectations of a queen~ You will be by my side eternally, locked in this gentle bliss of motherhood. But only with me will you find release, the truest nirvana of pleasure and satisfaction. And it will be some time until I am born. Until then my sweet, you will have to simply sit and wait as we produce a lovely swarm to spread my influence".

She gazed at her palms as they spread open, ichor beginning to lightly squirt and ooze from the joints of her wrists. The flesh under them bugled and shifted, yet she felt nothing, watching the scene as though it weren't her own body subjected to the horror. Her joints popped, squirting more ichor before something pushed out from under it. Her very hands suddenly pried off to splat down beside her broken tool in the growing mess of slime and liquid around her. From the stumps of her wrists rose wriggling tentacles, tiny clusters flopping and writhing as they dripped with goo.

A prisoner in her unfeeling and immortal body. The only sound and stimulation the barest hints of strain and wetness as she birthed her imperfect offspring and slowly gestated her master's new physical form. The desperation for him to ravish and impregnate her clawing at her instincts and rational mind with each blob that she bore from her fertile mutant form.

"Hnn-uagh..."

Uuh-glurgh!"

"Mmnrgh-"