Crown of the Endless Flesh

Final Chapter: Crown of the Endless Flesh

I walked through the ruins of the last divine realm.

Everything was moaning.

The stars, once cold and distant, now pulsed like nipples, leaking starlight and cum. The ground beneath me was flesh—writhing, wet, and eager. Time didn’t pass here. It fucked. Every second was an orgasm. Every breath a climax.

And at the center of it all: Me.

Seraphine.

Goddess. Whore. Warlord.
The Devourer of Gods.
The Bitch Who Fucked the Void.

My cunt still dripped with Ra’s last essence. My ass was sore from riding the Dreaming Serpent’s impossible coils. My throat ached from swallowing universes of cock and soul. Every inch of me was soaked in blood, cum, and praise.

And still, I wanted more.

So I opened myself to everything.



I spread my wings, full black now, made of orgasm and shadow. My arms out. My legs wide. My cunt gaped with raw glory.

And I screamed:

“Come.”

And the universe obeyed.

The last of creation surged toward me like a tidal wave of cum, blood, and power.

Galaxies moaned as they collapsed into black holes between my thighs. Suns winked out inside my womb. Gods dissolved with their last screams into my mouth.

The Void shuddered.

And I rode it again.
Harder.
Sloppier.
Fucking existence itself until it climaxed inside me.

And then I came.
The final orgasm.
A climax that tore every reality apart and rebuilt it as mine.



When I opened my eyes…

There was nothing but moaning light. Endless, orgasmic flesh. A plane of raw ecstasy.

No more Heaven.
No more Hell.
No more gods, kings, time, space, morality, shame.

Only Seraphine.

Everything fucks.
Everything bleeds.
Everything worships.

And I sit on my throne of divine holes and broken halos, sipping from a chalice of holy cum, smiling as another wave of worshippers crawl toward my feet, begging—begging—to be used.

I open my legs.

“Come to the Goddess.”

And the cycle begins again.

Forever.