Crown of the Endless Flesh

Chapter 8: The Court of Flesh and Fire

The Court assembled beneath the Cracked Spire, where the air was thick with ash and lust. It stretched endlessly—an arena of thrones carved from bone and black stone, filled with creatures of every twisted breed. Archdemons cloaked in shadows, fallen angels wrapped in chains, succubi kneeling on spiked floors, their mouths open in eager anticipation.

And in the center of it all… me.

I stood naked on the obsidian altar, my body glistening with oil and blood. Golden cuffs bound my wrists and ankles—not to restrain me, but to shine. To glorify the weapon I’d become.

Caliel knelt to my left, her wings broken and beautiful, her fingers idly stroking her clit, her mouth slick from licking my cunt moments before. Lucien stood behind her, silent, watching, cock already hard beneath his dark robes.

But all eyes were on him.

Vorthas.

The fallen god was on his knees in front of me—collared, chained, and dripping with the shame of devotion. His godcock hung between his legs, heavy and leaking, stained from the nights of endless fucking. His eyes were black fire.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and yanked his head up.

“This is your god now,” I said to the Court, my voice echoing like thunder. “Broken. Tamed. Mine.”

A low moan rippled through the arena—hungry, trembling.

I climbed onto Vorthas’s shoulders, straddling his face, lowering my cunt to his open mouth. He didn’t resist. He licked me with reverence, tongue plunging into my soaked hole, tasting every drop of power. I ground against him slowly, letting the Court see every slick roll of my hips.

“Watch him worship,” I commanded. “Watch a god drink his goddess’s cunt like it’s holy wine.”

The twins—my chain-wielding pets—moaned as they stroked themselves. The succubus from before crawled onto her hands and knees, fingering herself furiously. Even the Archduke of Pain, a being carved from obsidian and blades, groaned as he watched me fuck Vorthas’s face with abandon.

I stood up, dripping, cunt glistening. Then I shoved him onto his back and stepped over him, lowering myself onto his cock—slow, brutal, my body stretching open around the monstrous thickness.

I roared.

The Court trembled.

My pussy swallowed him inch by aching inch until I was impaled fully, my stomach bulging with the size of him. I began to ride him like a fury—fast, hard, violent. My thighs clapped against his hips, my nails drew blood from his chest.

“Do you see?” I screamed. “This is not submission. This is rule.”

Vorthas moaned beneath me, helpless to do anything but let me fuck him.

I reached back, forced his cock deeper, then leaned forward, shoving two fingers into my own ass as I rode him harder, faster, my whole body clenching, dripping. Caliel crawled to the altar, licking up the mess spilling from us. Her mouth found my clit, and I screamed, body shaking as orgasm ripped through me.

I came—again. Again. Again.

And finally… Vorthas howled.

He came inside me, his godcum boiling, overflowing, spilling out around his cock and down my thighs in rivers. I let it soak me, bathe me, anoint me.

I stood, blood and cum dripping from every part of me, and looked upon the stunned, trembling Court.

“Swear fealty,” I hissed. “Or watch me fuck you all into ruin.”

And one by one… they knelt.