As I am tied up and bond inside of a wooden mare, naked as my ass and pussy are facing towards where they would be for the mare, as my legs are down the back legs of the wooden mare, and the padding offered me comfort, I am not here by choice but because I have been assign and of course coheres to do so, as I have mirror in front of me, and a monitor as I watch as the first of the stallions is brought forward, as such I am completely naked, and expose as I am in The Abyss the underground section of the Utopia that exist above ground, as most have no idea of what is truly down here, that the underground world of The Abyss is a play area for all manner of sexual creatures and beings ranging from aliens, and monsters to even demons.
I am still on the first level, of course, and even here the unexplained and supernatural beings and creatures exist down here, all of them love the taste of human ass, and pussy, as they will devour the person till they are out of love juices then they will fuck them till they make more, they are feed their cum, and as such they are always horny and ready to become the creatures and monsters play things as they feed upon the human, rather a man or a woman, making them almost as if they become their wife, and as such these monsters, and creatures hoard not riches of gold and riches of women, and men, who wonder to far, and here give birth and then allowed to be free once more, till they are found by another monster or creature and the process begins again.
However, this is not my fate, and as I am tied and bound in this wooden mare, the first of three stallions is prepared to enter me, from behind, as I close my eyes as I start to moan, and pleasure myself, as I knew what is to come next.
One could or would asked me, am I here on my own, yes and no is the answer. As I came to The Abyss seeking experiences that is more then what I could find above, but I was caught off guard and unprepared here, as I was found by a cult of horse and animal lovers who love to have their victims be fucked by horses and other large animals, and here I am naked, expose and in one of said wooden mares, being offered to their horse and animal deities but first the real fun at least for them starts as the stallions will breed me, first then whatever else will follow after that.
Either way, my name is Sophia, I have short brown hair, blue eyes, and I have white skin, I knew that coming down to The Abyss is foolhardy and stupid but as I said I needed something else, I craved more sexuality and more freedom then what is above, not that the utopia that now exist on the surface can’t sate my sexual hungry, that was till I needed more, and in short I crave the taboo and what is down here.
This is just the first level of the four levels that make up The Abyss the underground world of lust, desire, and sexuality that is far more worst then what is on the surface, here everything but killing someone is legal and fine, and if someone breaks that rule that person is then sent somewhere far worst then here.
The truth is simple though, no one can die here, and as such once you step foot into The Abyss you are forever altered and changed, you become immortal, and so that rule can’t apply anyways. There is no death, no aging. But one can have children here, which brings forth the next rule, children must choose their path at age eighteen to either stay here or go to the above, to the world above, and as such they can explore and grow, and be with others.
Most choose to stay here, why and how would an immortal man or woman be easily explain to those around them? They would not be able to explain why and how they became immortal, as they would not believe them about The Abyss and what lies here, and what sexual horrors exist here, but for us who now are a part of it, this is both a heaven and a hell, both a bliss and a curse.
There is no longer any fear left in my core of being after all I am immortal and what harm can anything here now do to me, as I looked into the mirror in front of me, and the monitor I can clearly see myself as the padded cushions inside of the mare, allow me to be comfortable even while my ass and pussy will be fucked by a massive stallion, and yes I will have both my ass and pussy fucked of course not at the same time, but one after the other.
One would say since I am being force to do this that I am about to be rape, and yes that is true, I don’t want to be fucked like this, but a part of me wants it. I also am unable to break free, so I don’t resist and why should I? There is nothing or no where I can go now, not anymore.
The first stallion approaches, his massive cock already erect and glistening. I feel a shiver run through my body fear, anticipation, or some unholy mixture of both. In the mirror, I watch my pupils dilate as the animal’s hot breath hits my exposed skin.
“The Mare accepts the Seed,” intones one of the masked cult members, voice muffled behind their elaborately carved wooden horse mask. “The vessel is prepared.”
Another member steps forward, applying some kind of thick, slippery substance to my exposed pussy. His fingers work it in with practiced precision, neither gentle nor rough, simply methodical. The substance tingles, then burns slightly, before transforming into a pleasant warmth that makes my cunt throb involuntarily.
“Breeding oil,” the masked figure explains, noticing my reaction in the mirror. “It heightens fertility and pleasure both. The stallion will sense it. He will know you are ready.”
I want to protest that I’m not ready how could anyone be ready for this? But my body betrays me. The oil works quickly, making my pussy swell and dampen. I can feel myself opening, preparing, as if my body has a will entirely separate from my mind.
The stallion snorts, pawing at the ground behind me. In the mirror, I see the cult members guiding him closer, positioning his massive body behind mine. His cock is enormous, far larger than any human’s, veined and throbbing. The head alone looks impossible to take.
“You will stretch,” whispers a female cult member, suddenly at my ear. “You will accommodate. That is the gift of The Abyss. Your immortal body will yield and then heal, again and again.”
The stallion mounts, his front legs coming to rest on platforms on either side of the wooden mare. His weight shifts forward, and I feel the hot, blunt head of his cock press against my entrance. Despite the oil, despite my body’s treacherous readiness, I gasp at the pressure.
“Breathe,” the woman instructs. “Surrender.”
The stallion thrusts forward, and I scream as the massive head breaches me. The stretch is beyond anything I’ve experienced, burning despite the oil, despite my immortality. In the mirror, I see my face contorted, tears streaming down my cheeks. Yet beneath the pain, something else blooms a dark, primal pleasure that I’ve never felt above ground.
The stallion pushes deeper, and I feel myself stretching impossibly around him. My body accommodates what should be impossible, another gift or curse of The Abyss. Each thrust drives him deeper, until I swear I can feel him in my womb, rearranging my insides to make room for his invasion.
The cult members begin a low, rhythmic chant. The sound vibrates through the wooden mare, through my bones, synchronizing with the stallion’s powerful thrusts. My mind begins to blur at the edges, of what is real and what is not.
They chant and say out loud that there is more to all of this then they are known for, I have been chosen for this, to become a mother, to a foal, but not any one, their god one of many who exist, as such three of the many stallions have been select for me, to please and to attend to.
My ass is now wanting the same horse cock that is now ravaging my pussy, as now the soreness and everything else has gone away, as I realizes now that I am being breed being impregnated with whatever the stallion, and human DNA can create.
Yet how can I become impregnate by an animal? I then remembered, this is The Abyss everything and anything sexual exist here, and as such it is a world into itself a universe and whatever else that no one knows who or what created this place.
Even while tied in place I move my hips back into the stallion as I desire and want more of its cock, inside of me, I shout and scream in pleasure, “Yes fuck me take me, make me your mare, make me your bitch!” I shouted as my body shakes and I start to sweat as my body is not in pain anymore but pleasure.
My orgasm crashes through me like a wave, sudden and overwhelming. I convulse against my restraints, the wooden mare creaking as I thrash in ecstasy. The stallion’s rhythm grows more frantic, his massive cock pulsing inside me. I can feel every vein, every ridge as he pounds deeper than any human could reach.
“She accepts! She accepts!” the cult members chant, their voices rising with my screams of pleasure.
The stallion’s front hooves scrape against the platforms as he drives into me with renewed vigor. His animal grunts fill my ears, hot breath on my back. I’m no longer thinking clearly my mind has surrendered to pure sensation, to the primal act of being mounted and bred.
“Look,” commands the female cultist, gripping my hair and forcing my gaze to the mirror. “See yourself transform.”
My reflection startles me. My eyes have dilated so widely they appear black, my skin flushed and glistening with sweat. But most shocking is my abdomen it bulges slightly with each powerful thrust, the outline of the stallion’s enormous cock visible beneath my skin. I should be horrified, but instead I moan louder, my pussy clenching around the invading member.
“The first seed prepares the vessel,” intones an older cult member, his ornate mask featuring a stallion with golden eyes. “The second awakens the womb. The third calls forth our deity.”
The stallion behind me lets out a sound between a whinny and a roar. I feel him swell impossibly larger inside me, stretching me beyond what should be my limits. His thrusts become erratic, powerful, bruising. Then he stills, pressing so deep I can hardly breathe.
The first pulse of his ejaculation feels like liquid fire. I scream as he floods me, his seed pumping in hot, thick jets that seem endless. My stomach visibly distends as he fills me beyond capacity. The breeding oil heightens every sensation I can feel his seed seeking, swimming, changing me from within.
“The first offering is complete,” announces the leader, raising his staff. The other cult members fall to their knees, pressing their wooden masks to the floor in reverence.
The stallion remains inside me, still twitching, still emptying himself. I hang limp in my restraints, utterly spent yet somehow craving more. The immortality of The Abyss courses through me, already healing the soreness, already preparing me for the next stallion.
“Rest,” says the female cultist, stroking my sweat-soaked hair. “But not too long. The second comes soon, and he will claim what the first has prepared.”
As the stallion finally withdraws, I feel a gush of fluid running down my thighs. I should feel used, violated, but instead I feel transformed. The breeding oil continues to work through my system, making my clit throb with renewed need despite my exhaustion.
I then realizes what is being done to me, I then asked, out of breathe and still very much in the afterglow of the first stallions doing, “Am I truly being prepare to give birth to one of your horse deities?” I asked, trying to regain myself and to make sure and understand what is being said and done here.
“Yes Vessel you are, but you will either give birth to a female, a goddess or a male, a god, and as such the god will become your mate and husband, once he is of old.” She said, as I then realizes I am in the process of making my own husband, and lover.
I asked, “What will this child look like?”
She smiled at me and answered me, “The child rather female or male, will have the head and cock of a horse, or the head of a horse and body of a woman, either way half human and half horse.” She said to me, as she smiled and touch my cheeks.
It was then I realized that I was less a victim, and more a gateway. A thoroughfare for something ancient and sacred, breeding not just with the animal world but with its very myth a line of demigods crafted in the bowels of The Abyss, one endless rut at a time. My body fluttered in anticipation, the cramps of aftershock pleasure blending with greasy, animal warmth. I let my head sink forward, eyes half-lidded, light dancing on the curved monitor in front of me.
The second stallion was led in while the first was still catching his breath, and the shift in the room’s air was immediate: heavier, ranker, the scent of arousal and old hay mixing with hot ropes of stallion cum dripping from my folds to the straw below. The cultists didn’t wait. With reverence, two of them knelt to lap up the mess now pooling at the base of the mare, tongues darting out through the spaces in their carved masks. One of them made a show of licking the leaking seed from the insides of my thighs, pausing to suckle on my clit, tongue broad and hot and reeking of animal. The taste must have pleased her; I could hear glassy whimpers behind the mask, a soft sobbing gratitude.
The second stallion was different taller, black as shadow, his mane ragged and wild. They called him Obsidian. The cultists murmured about him as if speaking an old lover’s name, a mix of awe and terror, and I understood why when he drew closer: his cock was thicker still, not only impossible but obscene, the kind of thing meant for splitting open worlds or ending small, fragile women. I reached a hand out of reflex, only to find my wrists still securely bound; the restraint fueled my desire, making me pant and squirm like a bitch in heat, knowing I would be broken and rebuilt for their god.
The breeding oil was reapplied, deeper this time, a gloved fist working it into my asshole, twisting and stretching me while someone else held my hips steady. I moaned into the musky straw, feeling my rosebud gape for them, my immortal body greedy for sensation. The coldness of the glove made the heat of the stallion’s cock all the more shocking when he mounted. There was no warning, no gentle pressure just a violent, triumphant slam as the head popped inside, stretching me open until I thought my mind would go white with pain. I buried my screams in the padding, then felt the pain twist into something hotter, stranger, wetter.
Obsidian rutted me brutally, hips slamming the wooden mare so hard it threatened to unseat me. I was just a sleeve at that point, a channel for his animal rage, a vessel to be bred and stretched until I could fit the whole god inside me. My guts churned, my rectum spasmed, and every nerve in my body was a fizzing live wire, alternating agony and bliss. I lost count of how many times I came, my cunt clenching and releasing, milking out more and more seed, hungry for the next load.
Then Obsidian came hard as his cum went deep inside of me, as it started to come from my mouth as I spit up the extra cum, as it came out like a fountain and as such this only made me more turned on, and as Obsidian was soon done with me, the next stallion was brought into view this time, the last of the three stallions as my pussy and womb is now prepared to receive the seed that will make me a mother, to either a goddess or a god, and I knew that the god my son will also be my lover, and husband. The daughter will seek out some other lucky man to wed her, but I sense that I will be breed again till I have a son.
Before the last stallion is ready to fuck me, and take me, the same liquid is applied to me once more, and I asked, “If I have a daughter will I be breed till I have a son?” I asked the woman.
She smiled, her hands gentle against my face, and her blue-painted lips parting in a flat, serene line. “The gods of The Abyss are not so obsessed with gender as your surface world was, Sophia, but yes. The ritual seeks a union between the flesh and the storm. You are to be the mother of a successor. It is tradition to breed until the son comes, unless one of your daughters chooses to take the role herself.” She stroked my hair. “But many find they prefer it. The need intensifies with each conception.” Her fingers lingered on my cheek, almost tender.
A hooded figure approached, bearing a small silver chalice. The contents shimmered, iridescent like the throat of a pigeon, and the woman at my side tipped the rim to my lips before I could protest. I drank it down; it was sweet, alive, effervescent. The warmth rushed to my womb instantly. I felt my ovaries clench, the muscles of my pussy ripple in anticipation, the desire growing white-hot and animal. I’d never felt so ready so needy even as my rectum still oozed cum and my battered sex throbbed from the first two stallions’ violence.
The third stallion was smaller than the first two, but more beautiful: a wiry chestnut with hooves that shone as if lacquered. His blue eyes met mine, and there was feral cunning there, almost human. I shivered, overcome by the certainty that the mind behind those eyes was more than animal my future lover, husband, child, all rolled into one magnetic beast. The cultists called him “Lucid.” They whispered his name like a spell.
He mounted with a dancer’s grace, his cock perfectly aligned with my ruined, twitching sex. But Lucid didn’t thrust blindly. He rested his chin on my shoulder first, teeth grazing the clamp of my neck. The tip of his cock found my entrance and nudged me, slow, gentle, almost teasing. I whimpered at the anticipation, feeling every nerve ending sharpen to a razor edge, my cunt spasming in greedy draws.
He entered me with a slow, deliberate thrust, the textured ridges of his cock dragging against my inner walls in velvet agony. He filled me, but not all at once he waited, letting my pussy quiver and pulse, milking him forward in minute increments. I was reduced to a sobbing, drooling mess, every cell in my body wrung tight as a bowstring, waiting for the release.
The monitor in front of me flickered to life, and my own gaping pussy filled the screen a mutation, already, of the first two breedings. My labia were puffed and bruised, my clit so swollen I could see it straining beneath the slick, pink skin. The entrance to my womb gaped open, the walls pearly and glistening, quivering as if beckoning Lucid’s cock in. I wanted him to tear me open, seed me, make me a mother.
He obliged. Lucid began to rut, fast and efficient, the strokes precisely measured to suck the most pleasure out of my abused cunt. I felt the unmistakable pleasure as my eyes are shut as Lucid fucked me, no made love to me.
“He likes you, you may have not one lover and mate, but one more, would you love to be fucked and made to be the wife of Lucid as well?” She asked me, as if reading my mind.
I then asked, “What will happen if I accept him as one of my spouses?” I knew here one is not simply belonging to just one person but many, as here a woman like myself is a rare gift and treat.
“Then after you mate here, and the foal is growing inside of you womb, you will be tied by your wrist and ankles as you will be underneath your new husband, as he makes sweet love to you like that, as you will be underbelly for him for three days, and four nights of endless horse lust, and wearing own a wedding crown.” She said, as I realizes what this will mean to me.
I then asked her, “I will have many children with him and my soon to be created horse god, which means will all of my and Lucid’s sons also be gods and be my husbands as well?” I asked wondering how deep this goes.
She smirks as I can already see the answer in her face as Lucid’s cock thrust in and out of me, making my cervix go wild wanting his flared head deep inside of me, and to take me and make me have his foals inside of me.
“Yes, Sophia,” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. “All sons born of your womb will be your husbands. It is the cycle of The Abyss creation and consummation as one eternal act.”
The revelation should horrify me, but instead it sends a fresh wave of wetness gushing around Lucid’s thrusting cock. The idea of being perpetually pregnant, perpetually mated, perpetually filled it speaks to something primal within me that the surface world had suppressed.
“I accept,” I gasp between thrusts. “I accept Lucid as my husband.”
The cultists begin a new chant, higher-pitched and more frenzied. The woman beside me removes her mask, revealing a beautiful face with eyes that shift colors like oil on water. She kisses my forehead, my cheeks, and finally my lips, sealing the pact.
“The Mare has chosen,” she announces. “Prepare the binding ceremony.”
Lucid seems to understand, his rhythm changing to something more possessive, more deliberate. His cock swells impossibly larger inside me, the flared head battering against my cervix until it yields, opening to accept him into my womb directly. The sensation is beyond pain, beyond pleasure it’s transcendent, as if my body is being rewritten on a cellular level.
In the mirror, I watch my abdomen distend with each thrust, my skin stretching to accommodate his invasion. My eyes have changed color, I realize with a start—they’re shifting between blue and a deep, horse-like amber. The transformation has begun.
“Look,” the woman commands, turning my face to the monitor. The camera has zoomed in closer, and I can see Lucid’s cock disappearing into me, my cervix visibly stretching around his flared head, yielding to his penetration in a way that should be impossible. But here in The Abyss, impossibility is merely a starting point.
The stallion’s thrusts become more urgent, more focused. His blue eyes lock with mine in the mirror, and there’s a flash of something there intelligence, recognition, desire. Not just animal lust but something deeper. He knows me. He’s chosen me too.
“Now,” the woman whispers. “Now you become truly immortal.”
Lucid rears back and plunges forward with such force that the wooden mare rocks on its base. His cock penetrates my womb completely, and I feel the first hot jet of his seed splash directly against my waiting eggs. My body convulses in the most intense orgasm of my life stars explode behind my eyes, my spine arches impossibly, and I scream until my voice breaks.
The cultists fall to their knees as Lucid continues to pump load after load into me. I feel it happening the conception, the fusion, the creation of something both divine and monstrous. My womb cramps and expands, already making room for what will grow there.
I could already feel my womb and the egg within already meeting the sperm of Lucid it will not take long before I will become pregnant, I pant as Lucid stays inside of me, he then starts to thrust again, I close my eyes and then a voice tells me to open and look to my right.
I do so the cultist already started to untie me and bring me as they carry me while Lucid is deep inside of me, they lift me up holding my naked body as my soon to be husband is still thrusting inside of me, as I create the first of many god children inside of me.
I look to my right and I see them, a vision of things to come, all of my sons, and daughters, handsome for the sons, and beautiful for the daughters, the sons all gods in their own right and all will be my husbands, the daughters goddess and will lead their own lives later down the road.
I look upwards as Lucid looks into my eyes, as my wrist and ankles are be tied together while Lucid is deep inside of me. It then dawn on me, Lucid unlike the other two stallions is one of the horse gods, and this is why he has chosen me, and why I chosen him.
I was then placed on my head with a wedding crown, as Lucid pounded me, not in a manner that a husband would make sweet love to his wife on the wedding night. Here I am completely at his mercy as he can control how deep and how powerful his thrust will be.
I knew he can talk and I asked Lucid, “Are you going to ravage your wife Lucid and make sure I will be a honest wife and slut to you, and to our sons?” I asked him.
Lucid’s eyes flicker with intelligence as he lowers his muzzle to my ear. His voice, when it comes, is deep and resonant, not quite human but perfectly comprehensible.
“You are mine now, Sophia,” he rumbles, each word punctuated by a deep thrust. “Mother of gods. Wife to immortals. Your womb belongs to my lineage.”
I shudder at his words, feeling the connection between us deepen. This is no ordinary animal this is a deity of The Abyss, ancient and knowing, choosing me as his vessel and companion.
“Yes,” I gasp as he drives deeper. “I’m yours. I’ll bear your children. Our children.”
The cultists have formed a circle around us, their chanting growing more intense as they witness our union. Some have removed their masks, revealing faces transformed by The Abyss features that blend human and equine in beautiful, impossible ways. I understand now that they were once like me, chosen by the horse gods, transformed by their seed.
Lucid’s rhythm changes, becoming more deliberate. Each thrust seems to reshape me from within, molding my immortal body to better accommodate him. I feel my hips widening slightly, my womb expanding, my entire reproductive system adapting to its new purpose.
“The transformation has begun,” whispers the woman who has been guiding me. “Your body will change to better please and serve your husband. To better carry his divine offspring.”
I should be terrified, but instead I feel a rush of desire so intense it brings tears to my eyes. “Will I become like you?” I ask her, noticing the subtle elongation of her face, the slightly larger eyes.
She smiles, stroking my hair. “Each vessel changes differently. The gods reshape us according to their desires. You will remain beautiful, but you will become more…suitable.”
Lucid whinnies in agreement, his cock pulsing inside me. I feel another orgasm building, stronger than the last, as if my body is synchronizing with his.
“I can feel it,” I moan. “I can feel our child forming.”
“Yes,” Lucid speaks again, his voice vibrating through my entire body. “Our son grows already. The Abyss speeds creation when divinity is involved.”
My abdomen cramps deliciously, and I look down to see a slight swell already forming. Impossible by surface standards, but here in The Abyss, life follows different rules. The cultists murmur in approval, reaching out to touch my belly with reverent hands.
“How long?” I ask, voice breaking as Lucid continues his relentless thrusting.
“Three days,” the woman answers. “Three days of continuous breeding, and you will birth our god. Then the cycle begins anew.”
The thought of being constantly filled, constantly pregnant, constantly giving birth to divine offspring sends me over the edge. I convulse around Lucid’s massive cock, my whole body is nothing more then his to use and fuck.
I gallops around fucking me with each and every step, every ran he does makes his thrust even more pleasurable and my desire and lust for him only grows more with each passing moment, I am now stuck to him as my body is sweaty and I need a bath or shower but I care little about that neither does he, as the two of us have three days and four nights of pure lust and pleasure awaiting us, as both of us appear in a vast open field with nothing and no one but trees, grass, and open sky above us and around us, I will be fucked and ravage here as he will fill my womb, and feed our son as he fucks me as he marks me as his forever.
Every thrust from Lucid sends waves of pleasure radiating through my body. The open field stretches around us, a private paradise for our consummation. I’m completely helpless, my wrists and ankles bound as I hang beneath him, my body moving with his powerful strides. Each gallop drives his massive cock deeper inside me, the flared head pressing against places no human could ever reach.
“My goddess,” he rumbles, his voice both inside and outside my head. “My vessel, my wife.”
The wedding crown sits heavy on my head, adorned with small bells that chime with each thrust. Their music mingles with my moans and Lucid’s deep, satisfied snorts. My body has already begun changing – I can feel it in the way my hips have widened slightly, the increased sensitivity of my breasts, the deepening of my internal passages to better accommodate his divine member.
“I feel him growing,” I gasp as Lucid slows to a trot, allowing me to catch my breath. My belly has a noticeable swell now, the pregnancy advancing at supernatural speed. “Our son…”
“The first of many,” Lucid responds, nuzzling the back of my neck with surprising tenderness. “You will give me strong sons, beautiful daughters. Each divine, each perfect.”
Night falls across the field, stars appearing in a canopy above us. Still Lucid trots, still he thrusts, never tiring, never softening. The immortality of The Abyss sustains us both, ensuring I can endure what would kill any surface woman. My body produces endless slick wetness to ease his passage, my womb expands to nurture our growing child, my mind remains clear despite the overwhelming pleasure.
“Tell me,” I ask between gasps, “what will happen after our son is born?”
Lucid’s pace quickens again, his massive balls slapping against my thighs. “He will grow quickly, reaching maturity in mere weeks. And then you will welcome him as you have welcomed me as husband, as lover, as god.”
The thought sends another orgasm crashing through me. I convulse beneath him, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his length. “And the daughters?”
“They will grow to become priestesses, goddesses in their own right. Some will stay, others will venture to other territories of The Abyss, spreading our lineage.”
Dawn breaks, painting the field in golden light. My belly has grown considerably overnight, now prominently rounded with our divine offspring. Lucid finally withdraws from me, his cock sliding out with a wet sound that makes me whimper at the emptiness. But it’s only momentary he circles around to face me, his blue eyes meeting mine.
“Now you drink,” he commands.
I understand immediately. My bound position leaves me hanging perfectly at the height of his massive cock. He steps forward, the still-erect member brushing against my lips. I open my mouth without hesitation, taking the flared head inside. The taste is intoxicating musky, sweet, powerful. His seed carries the essence of divinity, and as I suckle him, I feel the changes accelerating in my body.
My hair grows longer before my eyes, taking on a glossy sheen like a well-groomed mane. My skin becomes impossibly smooth, glowing with fertility. Inside, I feel my womb expanding further, making room for the rapidly growing foal-god.
Lucid floods my mouth with another load of his seed, and I swallow every drop, feeling it burn pleasantly down my throat. The moment it hits my stomach, a new wave of pleasure washes over me, and my belly visibly expands another inch.
“Good,” he praises, stepping back to admire my transformation. “You learn quickly, wife.”
He circles behind me again, mounting once more. This time, he positions his cock at my ass, still loose and slick from Obsidian’s earlier attention. I moan as he enters me there, stretching me in new ways, claiming every part of me as his territory.
“All of you belongs to me,” he grunts as he thrusts. “Every hole, every drop of milk, every breath.”
“Yes,” I agree, surrendering completely. “I am yours. I am the vessel.”
The second day passes in a blur of positions and pleasures. Lucid seems determined to mark every part of me with his scent, his seed, his ownership. My pregnancy continues to advance rapidly, my belly now heavily rounded, my breasts swollen and beginning to leak the first drops of milk not ordinary milk, but something golden and shimmering, nectar for the god-child growing within.
By the third morning, I can feel the child moving inside me, strong and impatient. Lucid senses it too, his thrusts becoming more purposeful, as if encouraging the birth.
“Soon,” he tells me, nuzzling my distended belly. “Soon our son will join us.”
The contractions begin at midday, powerful but oddly painless. The cult members reappear, emerging from the tree line with their wooden masks in place. They form a circle around us, chanting in that strange language I’m beginning to understand instinctively.
Lucid stays mounted behind me as I begin to push, his cock still buried inside me, still thrusting gently to ease the birth. The sensation is indescribable pleasure and pressure building together, my immortal body stretching to accommodate the passage of the divine child.
With a final push and a cry that’s half scream, half ecstatic moan, I feel our son emerge into the waiting hands of the cult priestess. Lucid withdraws, circling around to see his offspring.
The child is beautiful and impossible a perfect blend of human and equine features. His upper body is that of a strong human male, but with subtle horse-like features in his face. Below the waist, he has the powerful lower body of a stallion. Even as a newborn, there’s an aura of divinity around him, a glow of supernatural power.
“Behold,” announces the priestess, lifting the child for all to see. “The god is born!”
The cult members fall to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the ground. Lucid approaches his son, touching his muzzle to the child’s forehead in blessing. Then he returns to me, his eyes filled with pride and renewed desire.
“You have done well, my wife,” he says, as the priestess cuts the cord and takes the child to be bathed in sacred waters. “But our work is not done. Already your womb prepares for the next.”
It’s true I can feel my body recovering instantly, the immortality of The Abyss erasing all evidence of the birth, making me ready to conceive again. The priestess returns with our son, now cleaned and wrapped in a shimmering cloth. She places him at my breast, and he latches on immediately, drinking the golden milk with supernatural vigor.
“He will grow quickly,” Lucid explains as I nurse our child. “Within a month, he will be a man. Within two, he will be ready to take you as his wife as well.”
I look down at the beautiful creature suckling at my breast, feeling a complex mixture of maternal love and anticipation. In The Abyss, all boundaries are fluid mother and lover, creator and consort.
“What shall we name him?” I ask, stroking the child’s already-thickening mane.
Lucid considers for a moment. “Ethereal,” he decides. “For he bridges two worlds the divine and the mortal.”
“Ethereal,” I repeat, tasting the name on my tongue. My son. My future husband. The first of many.
As if reading my thoughts, Lucid mounts me again, his cock already hard and ready. Ethereal continues to nurse as his father begins the process of creating his next sibling. The cult members resume their chanting, celebrating the eternal cycle of creation that I am now central to.
I close my eyes, surrendering to the rhythm of Lucid’s thrusts, to the pull of Ethereal’s suckling, to the knowledge that this is my existence now forever breeding, forever pleasuring, forever serving as the vessel for gods. In The Abyss, I have found my true purpose, far from the sterile perfection of the surface world.
And I would never return. I belong in The Abyss as The Abyss as claim me to its lust and pleasures of otherworldly vice and pleasure.