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"Oh dear, I hope I'm not interrupting."

It had been an ordinary festival of fertility and demonic indulgence, as far as such things could be considered ordinary anyway, until She arrived. Xyria led her corrupted followers down the path of sin and carnality, and it all culminated in their private festival. A Mother's Day event beyond any mortal comprehension was all set to commence, but there came an intruder upon the gathering in the form of a living silver dream. She entered the demoness' reality seemingly through a tear in existence itself and condensed her unfathomable beauty down into something more Euclidean. Her presence there was one not entirely inexplicable. After all, what better guest for a mother-making ritual than the mother of nightmares herself? Senka offered her glowing smile down to the dragoness as the world froze around them both so they could be truly alone for as long as she desired.

"Xyria. I hope you have been well."

Every word was its own haunting lullaby, sweet and sad alike. She offered her hand but the dragoness didn't immediately take it. Such a presence was the only sort of thing that could possibly put a demoness like her on her guard. Xyria had the advantage over most any mortal in terms of what she could and couldn't do, but Senka was something else. Something more, as far as arbitrary power levels went. Even those who were eternal, those who knew no fear of bodily harm were wary around her. Such a rare thing that someone like Xyria ever feared for her existence. She'd never known the nightmare to be hostile to those like her, or to anyone in waking life for that matter, but to stand in her presence was still to wonder about her intentions. Behind the ever-present moonlight smile, she could have been concealing anything. It wasn't just herself she had to be concerned about, either. A daring glance away from the six-eyed horror and at the followers all around them revealed they had been frozen, trapped in the moment as if time had stopped for everyone but her and Senka. The moment concern appeared on her face, Senka reassured her.

"I've done them no harm, of course. I was simply hoping we might have a moment to ourselves first. Would that interest you?"

Her words were as gentle as ever, but of course such appearances meant little when dealing with eldritch horrors in the flesh. Yet something told her Senka was nothing if not genuine. Creatures from beyond all that was known were surely not so petty as to play cruel practical jokes. Considering that was enough to push away her lingering doubts. She took that offered hand at last and felt a gentle squeeze. Senka's slick skin was ever so slippery against the dragon's scales, coating them in a sleek, pleasant slime at a simple touch. It easily wiped off, or simply seemed to vanish after wearing it for a while - maybe she'd absorbed it into herself somehow. Maybe they were part of each other at that point, for all she knew. The matronly form that stood before her was simply a mask after all - all those smooth, shiny curves were like a costume so that Senka could walk among the world without driving all who perceived her to gibbering madness. But that form she took was a gorgeous one, and Xyria knew she wanted to be closer to it.

"Pardon my hesitation, Senka. I didn't expect you at this moment!" Xyria offered a smile of her own once she felt confident the nightmare was there for a good time.

"Something just drew me. Such a display of energy, of desire. It's enough to get an aged thing like me all flustered."

Xyria's smile grew to more of a smirk. "Oh is that so, Senka? Well, you know I'm always happy to help such a great, old one like you."

"Just relax for me, sweetie. Let me take charge for a while. There's no need to look all powerful. They can't see you right now anyway. Breathe and be taken somewhere deeper."

As much as she didn't know exactly what Senka meant by that last bit, Xyria was content to simply be enveloped in the nightmare's soft embrace. To be wrapped up in a motherly hug by horror herself was to forget all her burdens. As far as a demoness with a group of loyal followers could be burdened anyway. She felt as simple as a mortal just to lean against Senka's soft bust and be squished against her belly. Ample, voluptuous, plump, whatever word fit her best, Senka was immediately comfy just to lie against, and it was even better when the dragoness found herself squeezed tight between her arms. She all but vanished in Senka's curves, found herself snug between her thighs as they gently eased towards the ground together there before the altar Xyria had set up. It was to be a place for breeding, but it was far too small for the bulk of the monster who held her close and stroked her spine with the tips of her claws. They scritched pleasantly along her scales and helped send her spiralling deeper down into utter relaxation. The world seemed to melt away around her - a sensation that was fortunately just figurative. Everyone was fine, if still very much frozen.

Just touching each other was pleasure enough. A mere stroke along her scales already made her shiver pleasantly. A squeeze to her rump was enough to make her moan. She tossed her head back and let her moans spill forth, with her eyes shut tight. As far as she could tell, she wasn't dreaming, but the sensations of rubbing against the slick, slimy beauty hardly felt like reality. Pleasure radiated from Senka's body and into Xyria's own. She swallowed it, she absorbed it, and she returned the favour as best she could with a big, deep grope of that great big nightmare booty. For a horror beyond all imagination, she had one juicy ass. Xyria dug her fingers deep into those ample curves until her hands had all but vanished into that glistening squish.

She was sure to stroke along that treetrunk-thick tail while she was at it, groping deep into an appendage so hefty it must have weighed nearly as much as her entire body. Senka almost seemed to grow larger the longer they rubbed each other, until Xyria found herself immersed between her tits, smothered as she slurped and kissed. Slowly humping the monster's belly was more than enough to get her fully hard, until she was grinding a streak of precum across the slimy surface of that great, sleek gut. Such arousal was supposed to be for breeding up one of her own followers, but perhaps she could create something with Senka herself, if such a thing was even possible. But what wasn't, when dealing with the living nightmare herself?

Of course, before she even considered anything like that, she had to pay proper tribute to that glorious body. It simply wouldn't be right otherwise. She started by slipping her way out from the slimy crevice of Senka's cleavage, and instead latched onto one of those great big breasts. There she nursed a while, sucking until she felt the warmth of something sweet on her tongue. To call it ambrosia was to do it a disservice. It was as if bliss had been concentrated into liquid form, leaving her swallowing it with a sudden pang of desperation. She needed it, with a dangerous level of desires. Perhaps Senka knew she was giving the dragoness just a little too much at once, because Xyria found herself satisfied once she'd taken a few rich mouthfuls from that motherly teat. Such a thing could have easily been mind-breakingly addictive, could have overwritten all other urges and needs in the demon dragon's mind if Senka wasn't careful, but she always was when dealing with mortals and immortals alike. With a gentle tug, she pulled the dragoness close and drew her tongue across the blue scales of her cheek, leaving behind a streak of saliva that glowed ever so slightly.

"You are so kind to adore me like that. I admit it makes me lust for more," Senka whispered, a slight, enticing hiss on her words.

"What do you desire, mama?" Xyria answered, and then immediately felt a hot blush beneath her scales when she realized what she'd said.

It just kind of slipped out of her, to refer to the nightmare like that. When she was at her kindest, her most seductively gentle, the title just seemed to fit. Senka's eyes glimmered slightly when she heard it. That alone was encouragement enough to keep saying it. The monster stroked her bodily a few times, lifting up and squeezing the parts where Xyria was most ample, and then slowly eased her onto her back as if laying her to bed. The dragoness gazed up at the six eyes of the creature above her while she loomed, ever-smiling, ever-glowing. Senka didn't offer any further explanation. She spoke in many voices, but her body language was loudest of all right that moment. A turn of her hips, a sway of her great big tail, and she was poised above the dragoness while Xyria looked up to consider the shapes above her. Like a dark, wet cloud, she descended upon the muzzle of her chosen servant to completely envelop the dragon in glistening rump. Senka buried her beneath her butt as if to utterly vanish her. Such a thing wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibilities, Xyria thought to herself as she got squished up tight against the dark void that was the monster's rim. A few good flexes around her face would have been all it took to seal her fate, but Senka seemed content to simply sit upon her for the time being.

For all of Xyria's size she was hardly more than a pair of legs sticking out from beneath the nightmare. She mmfed at first, simply settling between those cheeks until she found herself smooching fondly at the dark rim before her. A smooth, warm ring to lay her lips upon, it was well worth all the attention she offered in the form of lavishing kisses and slurps alike. Senka softly sang her pleasure as she made a throne out of the dragoness. For all the reverence and worship she attracted, Xyria was little more than a seat for as long as the eldritch one was there. Sometimes there was simply someone greater - but she was hardly humiliated about it. Instead, she found herself occasionally sighing amid the sloppy love she gave that fine ass. It was such a relief to just let go sometimes, to forget about holding the reins and simply be powerless for a while. If there ever was anyone she trusted with complete control over her, it was the kindly horror herself. Which was all the reason she needed to make wet tongue-love to that gorgeous ass, to slobber deep into that hole until she'd almost stuffed her whole face into the nightmare's rump. She knew full well the danger of getting too intimate with such an all-consuming body, and that meant every single lick and kiss to that pucker was more pleasant than the last.

"Ohhh, you spoil me," Senka said with a small, breathy moan.

To hear such a noise from her was almost a surprise. For all her antediluvian complexity, for all her unutterable beauty, she still enjoyed the pleasures of sex. Perhaps in her own way, but Xyria wasn't one to question. She served until she found herself pushing past the taut resistance of that silver ring, felt herself slip her mouth right inside that monstrous asshole so that she could continue her drooly makeout session from within. A few clenches about her muzzle tested her bravery, as if teasing her with the prospect of getting pulled inside towards untold oblivion, but Xyria wasn't to be dissuaded. Not even doom beyond all reckoning could stop her from eating that perfect ass, until the nightmare herself was positively singing for her thanks to all the pleasure granted by that plunging tongue.

The humid tunnel of her rear undulated all around the dragoness' face while she ate her out, tucked snug beneath the fat base of the monster's tail, pleasuring her into eternity, for all she knew. Xyria would have stayed there forever if commanded. Such things were Senka's to command, but in time she granted her servant clemency in the form of pulling free from her features. The air hit Xyria like a winter chill as she gasped her way out from beneath those curves, left shiny and slimed after her deliciously nightmarish feast. She grinned up at Senka when she saw the monster looking back at her over her shoulder. Then she gasped when she felt an unsubtle grasp at her rigid shaft.

"All this desire, and I can't help but feel a certain greed. Such things come with being an eternally hungering thing from the dark part of the cosmos!" She spoke brightly, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. "What if I were to have you, all to myself, for a little mother's day celebration perhaps? Let us see what we might create together ..."

Xyria sat up just a little. It wasn't easy to move with a gigantic creature of the night sitting on her gut.

"Would that even ... work? The two of us are quite different, all in all."

"It shall work if I decide it shall." Senka flashed an expression of radiant glory with her eyes and maw lit up like ghostly beacons, as if to give Xyria a mere glimpse of what she truly was, the tiniest sliver of what lurked beneath the mask. There was no doubting her when she spoke with such cosmic confidence as that. The dragoness simply grinned again.

"I'm certainly not arguing."

"Of course you aren't. And I shall show you such pleasures as to make even the deepest of hedonists froth with jealousy."

Such lofty promises were anything but exaggeration. Senka clasped her fingers around Xyria's ankles and lifted her legs up just to help her form the perfect pairing with her own massive body. Settling down her weight once more, she this time utterly enveloped the dragon's dick from tip to base in one smooth, wet slurp of those illustriously lubricated pussy walls. A snug grip latched tight around the dragon's inches as if to milk her right that very moment. No one else could see her expression grow briefly vacant, as if her soul had left her body from the sheer, stunning stimulation that consumed her entire being for a few sweet seconds. It didn't get any less divine, but she got a hold of herself in time. Enough so at least to reach forth and plant her hands on Senka's hips, holding on tight more for her own sake than the monster's own.

To be wrapped snug inside the sweet nightmare's sex was to feel something akin to orgasm every single second, leaving her throbbing, swelling, twitching madly while her whole body went rigid as if to blow a load only to relax again, and repeat the process. She faintly shook her head a few times as if to make some sort of protest, but it was one that never came to her lips. Maybe she couldn't take it. Maybe Senka was giving her too much, or maybe it was just enough to push her to the edge of permanently broken without nudging her completely over into darkness. And that was before she started bouncing.

There was nothing cosmic about that big, ample ass wobbling up and down with every lunge of Senka's hips. That was just pure, carnal pleasure of the flesh, the likes of which Xyria thought herself an expert. Yet even she could barely contain herself while she got her cock massaged within the depths of the ever-smiling creature, listening to the blasphemous squelches of that exorbitantly juicy pussy slipping up and down her shaft. Senka never relented with her squeezes as she rode the dragon firmly. At first her pace was a slow one, steady and focused, but she allowed herself the illusion of losing control once she really got going. What was a little roughness to a demon? She wasn't going to break Xyria.

Soon she had a steady, clapping rhythm going as she spanked that ass down atop the demon's scales, plowing herself down onto Xyria's every single inch, driving, slamming even. It was enough to fold a mortal in half and shatter their pelvis to a thousand pieces, but the dragoness endured, grunting, groaning, and eventually just whimpering when her mind slipped slightly closer to the precipice of drooling drone. All that just from feeling the velvet embrace of that nightmare cunt slip-slopping up and down her dick with the force of the nightmare mom working those hips hard.

Just watching every self-inflicted impact ripple through the motherly pudge of the monster atop her was enough to leave Xyria biting her lip. She plunged so deep inside that she thought her whole lower body might vanish within the cavern of Senka's sex. It was as much a descent into madness as it was a sloppy fuck. A lunge, and there was a little less of her to think with, and more to simply perceive. More and more of her higher processes got put on hold in favour of simply comprehending the pleasure that Senka drove down onto her dick. And how she squeezed, between and during every single stroke, every spanking smack of ass to hips. Xyria could barely hold on any longer. She clasped at her head as if losing her mind while she broke into a series of wild, manic thrusts up into the bouncing haunches of the seductive monster. Vicious, primal sex was simple, even crude for a horror like her, but it was all the two of them thought about for as long as their bodies were locked together in sin. Senka wasn't so different from demonkind after all when she knew so well how to fuck.

Of course she still had surprises in store for Xyria while she rode her cock towards mutual bliss. She was already clenching up tight around the dragon's textured inches, but she didn't let that stop her from whipping out a set of extra appendages in the form of a dozen undulating tentacles. They sprung up from her back like a series of spines, only to grow flexible once they'd fully emerged. A lunge at Xyria meant the dragon was soon enveloped in the eel-like grasp of those many wriggling things. She felt herself lashed into bondage by their unshaking grip, shackled by the wrists and throat alike while one forced its way into her mouth. It was more like an invasion than a fuck at first, but once that smooth thing squirmed its way into her throat, she found pleasure in sucking the slimy from its surface. More groped at her sides, her hips, her belly, her breasts. One slipped right up into her cleavage to grind back and forth along with the rhythm of Senka's ride. They moved and slithered as if each of them had its own mind, but one thing they all had in common was the rich, leaking fluid that flowed the the phallic tips, smearing juices across Xyria's scales, or pouring them right into her mouth., The otherworldly wetness of their scent and taste was similar to Senka's own, but imbued with something more lewd, more potent. It was enough to get Xyria's juices flowing, knowing full well just how much more there was to experience for as long as the two of them together. If any real time had passed at all.

For as incredible as Senka's pussy felt, it was the taste of her that truly set Xyria off. She swallowed the juices that spurted down her throat as that tentacle lewdly pulsed between her lips and she gave one final buck up into the monster atop her when she simply couldn't hold back any longer. She swore a dozen orgasms hit her at once, leaving muscles contracting all over her body with the same force as the twitches of her cock. Even as she spurted her seed inside the nightmare creature on her dick, she could feel her throat, her breasts, her sex, her ass, all of them convulsing in one reverent climax as she paid wet tribute to Senka's cunt in the form of gush, after gush, after gush of pure demon dragon seed shot straight up into the darkness of her eldritch womb. Or whatever lurked inside her body.

Even in the midst of thought-eroding ecstasy, she had to wonder whether she was really breeding with the eldritch one, and what that might even mean. That didn't stop her from absolutely flooding Senka with every single drop of cum she had to give, shooting until she twitched and dry-fired within the clenching embrace of the nightmare's constant milking squeezes. Xyria tried to cry out but could only gurgle around the tentacle in her throat, left to slump off into something resembling slumber for a brief moment, only to snap awake once more when she remembered what that meant around the Eater of Dreams herself.

Instead, she settled smoothly into an afterglow so bright she was briefly blinded by satisfaction. Her eyes watered as she blinked away the darkness over them, and soon found herself looking into Senka's many eyes once more. The monster loomed at her with her glowing slash-smile, spine bent unnaturally around just so she could be right in Xyria's face. A long, shuddering schlick off her cock sent a torrent of jizz pouring down the dragon's spire as Senka turned herself around properly. She made a blanket of herself while the dragon puffed her way to coherence. Xyria so rarely felt so vulnerable, so mortal as she did then. She'd been completely drained, at least for the moment, and could do little more than remain sprawled out catching her breath while the nightmare herself crawled over top of her.

The comfort of Senka's touch was a welcome one, pressed over every single curve, every single scale as the creature settled down with the dragon squished between her tits, under her belly, and between her thighs. Those tentacles never stopped rubbing her, inside and out. One even slipped inside a breast to slowly slither in and out, gently fucking that nipple while the rest resumed their slimy work upon those sodden scales. Senka was far from done with her. That much was obvious when Xyria felt the first prod to her feminine sex, the warmth and slippery touch of something firm pressing there where she was hot and wet. After all she'd given to Senka already, it was time for the monster to give something back.

"Relax, dear," Senka cooed. There was something about the way she said dear that was so very powerful, so pure. She truly meant it when she tossed out such terms of endearment. "Let me take you. Right here, before your many followers. Surely they know there is nothing wrong with letting someone take care of you for a while."

Xyria blinked again, and glanced to the side. The frozen bodies that surrounded them were slowly coming back to life - gradually, so that they could take their time adjusting to the sight of the horror there before them. Senka was frightening, if not maddening in her current form, so it was kind of her to ensure none were too shocked by what would seem a sudden appearance to those who had followed Xyria to the altar. Their goddess had fallen to something greater, or at least it seemed as much at first. In time their shock turned to admiration, not just for Senka herself, but for Xyria's position. They heard those muffled moans. The pleasure seemed to radiate from the pair as they humped and rubbed together, grinding so slickly that the wet sounds rang out among the crowd and left them in a mix of worshipful reverence and simple masturbation. A fusion of the both had them on their knees, paying tribute to their mistress and the one who gently dominated her right in front of them. It was nothing to judge her for. They simply considered their mistress lucky to be subjected to such indescribable pleasure. And that was before Senka penetrated her.

That wasn't just another tentacle. That was a thick, fat cock, one she'd acquired in the moments since overtaking Xyria's whole form. She lay almost lazily atop the dragoness while she pushed that sleek shaft deep into the dragon's depths, stuffing her pussy full of self-lubricated dick until she bottomed out with a thud of two titanic nuts. They slapped with such force as to leave Xyria's thighs jiggling, and that was where Senka held herself for a time, slowly stirring her shaft within the folds of the demoness. She withdrew the tentacle in Xyria's throat just to hear her whimper. It was an almost frightened-sounding thing, as if she couldn't even fully understand what was happening to her. That all came with Senka merely making gentle love to her. When she moved her hips, it was slowly, softly, taking such delicate care with her fine dragoness. Something about the subtlety, the restraint was absolutely mind-blowing. Senka barely had to move at all to get the dragon roaring, or trying to at least.

When Xyria tried to blast out one of those mighty sounds, she found herself instead choking, gurgling, rasping in her throat as she gargled the juices that trickled down. Soon she found herself silenced once more as that tentacle slipped into her gullet once more, accompanied by a second. It was enough to make her neck scales bulge with the sheer girth of those plunging appendages penetrating her right down to the gut. All that as Senka slowly fucked her full of thick juices that might have been precum, but felt thicker, more potent than anything of the sort. Maybe she was already starting the process of breeding her. She felt her womb lurch with a strangely pleasant clench at the mere thought of carrying the eldritch being's unspeakable offspring.

The duality of Senka was that even at her most gentle, there was always the possibility of something much more monstrous from her. That much became evident when she suddenly lunged upwards, almost pulling right out of Xyria in the process. She didn't need to reposition her, even if that meant twisting her right around while still very much stuffed full of that smooth-textured cock. As soon as the dragon was on her hands and knees, Senka plunged forth and fucked her full of monster dick all over again. Something like a snarl escaped her as she bottomed out with a fact of those heavy, sagging nuts against Xyria's backside. The sound alone was enough to leave the dragon's followers falling to their knees, clasping their hands, seeming to either be praying to Senka or begging her for mercy. They remained that way, chanting in worship of the being who had proven herself stronger than their mistress. Not that they had abandoned Xyria in any way. It was simply Senka's cult, for as long as she plowed their leader right in front of them all. That cheek-clapping, tit-bouncing, body-shaking pace of thrusting deep inside her was enough to leave Xyria mewling out like a kitten as she tried to even process the pleasure being hammered between her thighs. Then the tentacles returned to their groping.

Down her throat to fuck deep towards her belly, around her tits to clutch them tight and grope them, and firmly, ruthlessly jammed straight into her rump, those many slimy things inflicted such pleasure on Xyria that her arms shook beneath her while she endured the relentless rut that drove her to drool before her worshippers. They were Senka's now, at least for a time, borrowed while she brutally pounded their demonic leader right before their eyes. By then Xyria outright ached with the need to be bred full of nightmares, to swell and sag and slosh with the engaging load churned up in those heavy ass-smacking nuts of Senka's. She clenched down and arched her back as if to try to milk it out of the monster, but no matter how she rolled or shook, she couldn't compel the beast behind her to cum before she was ready.

Senka reached down to clutch at the dragon's horns and give them a good tug so that all could see her dazed expression, her gaping maw dripping with drool and slime alike as two tentacles fucked their way in and out of her bulging gullet. With the other hand she tugged on Xyria's tail, wrenching her back against those impossibly matronly hips with every spank and plunge. When orgasm came, it left the dragoness gazing into the stars, vision consumed by the void before her as her mind fell off the cliff and into hopefully temporary lunacy while ecstasy not meant for mortal or immortal alike ravaged her every sense, her every nerve, her every lingering sense of self and all that had even been.

It wasn't a peak, it was a prolonged, endless plunge straight into the madness that came with Senka's deepest touch. Though it looked more like an intensely messy cumshot. She fired long ropes of cum from her cock while equally copious juices gushed from her pussy. Rather than an initial spurt, or a few good clenches, it became a continuous spray that never died down so long as Senka was inside her. One long, rolling lunge and then another, and Senka tossed her tentacled head back while she fucked her shaft all the way inside the stretched sex of the dragoness. A horrific roar announced the coming of her climax, ripping through the air to violate the ears of all who heard it. The glowing seed that entered her left Xyria with a blazing sense of immediate impregnation. Her body simply knew she was knocked up at the first drop, and flooded her with pleasure as a reward for satisfying that aching need.

Senka wasn't done with her yet. For as long as the dragon squirted, the monster spunked her full, until she was a stretched, sagging, swaying mess, creamed from ass to toes, splatters of seed stretching right up along the scales of her back until she was painted in otherworldly scent, marked down inside and out. Her eyes rolled back and she glurked around those tentacles in her throat, only to feel them bulge and expand until they too shot an engorging load straight down her open gullet. Another for her ass, rolling in waves of heated jizz, and another to spray across her tits - or to plunge right inside her teats and fill them with cum so they sagged down to slosh right along with her bloated, pregnant gut. That cream glowed right through her belly scales.

Senka didn't bother to unwind her from the grasp of those many tentacles just yet. Such intricate bindings were perfect for keeping the cum-soaked dragoness in place while Senka held her for all to see. Xyria simply drooled, unable to see much of anything, or feel it for that matter. Even a demoness had limits, and she found herself fucked numb and dumb for a good long while. With her mind blank, time had little meaning. She could have been there forever for all she knew. Yet when she found the life within her, revived once more and ready to perceive and think alike, she found she was right where she left off. Senka pulled her back so she was kneeling in front of her, belly bloated out somewhere well beyond pregnant, plump and taut at a size Xyria could barely get her arms around.

She faintly squeezed at herself and gave a little gurgling groan around the things in her throat until they slithered out once more to retract into Senka's body. Not before giving her one last spurt on the face though, leaving her dripping with the mask of glistening, scented seed that marked the rest of her body. The taste remained as ambrosic as ever. She lustfully licked her lips as she slowly recovered her own senses and remembered how to be a demon again. Senka simply gave her a small lick on the back of the neck to show she'd come down from her monstrous high and was ready to show affection again.

"There, my sweet one. Carry my seed and I'll carry yours. Let us see what new fears we might birth into the world, together."

Xyria couldn't help but groan deeply whenever she touched her swollen middle. She tipped her head back slowly to regard the inverted features of the monster who held herself within her.

"What ... can I expect to happen to me?"

"That remains to be seen. Whatever we might mother together, it doesn't yet exist."

That was as ominous a proclamation as it was exciting. Xyria squirmed a little as Senka slowly pulled herself from those splattered depths, smearing her cock along the inside of the dragon's thigh before she returned to the way she was before. A hug from behind to keep her treasured demon close, and she looked out towards the bodies that surrounded the slimy, lust-drenched scene.

"I admit I enjoy this kind of attention in a greedy sort of way," Senka softly said as she gestured broadly to the prostrated masses around them both. "A cult of my own sprang up over time. It is very flattering to attend their cute little meetings."

"There's nothing wrong with enjoying a little worship. Demons do it all the time." Xyria offered her a kind smile.

"Yes, but I mustn't grow too greedy. A little too indulgent and I might subjugate the entire universe into rendering endless love upon me!"

She chuckled softly, and Xyria joined her. That was probably a joke. One within the realm of possibilities, no doubt, but still nothing more than a bit of humour. Her power might have been endless, but so too were the depths of her kindness. She was content to snuggle back against the slime-coated beauty for a while longer as that seed stirred within her womb. Already she could feel something forming. Whether it was to be a new life that grew within her, or something more conceptual remained to be seen, but she had no doubt it would inspire fear for all who saw it. She counted herself blessed to carry it, and to have bred Mother Nightmare herself in the process. Even among demons, such eldritch pleasures were rare and coveted.