In the presence of Zeromus in The Abyssal Fracture
The air was electric, humming with energy that defied reason as I stood at the feet of Zeromus. Before me towered a creature of unspeakable power—an entity that most would cower before or label "monstrous." Her form was immense, her body shaped of twisted flesh, textured sinew, and jagged edges that seemed to pulse with life. But to me, she was perfect.
I looked up at her face, admiring every impossible contour, every dark ridge where beauty flowed not as symmetry but as raw, unrestrained existence. Her eyes, glowing pools of malevolent energy, stared back down at me, indifferent to my presence—at least for now.
“You are…” I whispered, breath catching in my throat, “the most beautiful being I have ever seen.”
Zeromus didn’t respond at first, her massive wings flexing slightly as though pondering my words. To her, I must have been insignificant—a fragment of dust in her endless existence. And yet, there I stood, staring at her not with fear but with awe.
My marveling continued, my eyes tracing over the intricate details of her massive body until they inevitably wandered lower. What I felt was no longer just admiration—it was something primal, something undeniable. Heat pooled in my core as my gaze fell to her vaginal area, the sheer size of it eclipsing my own body. It was an impossible thought, and yet it consumed me.
The silence lingered. Slowly, my arousal grew, my heart pounding in my chest as my desire surfaced in full. Zeromus, ever perceptive, seemed to notice. Her gaze narrowed slightly, and a twisted smile curled upon her grotesque face.
“You… desire me?” Her voice rumbled, deep and resonant, vibrating through my bones.
“Yes,” I replied, my voice small but unshaken. “More than anything.”
For a long moment, Zeromus regarded me. Perhaps it was amusement, perhaps curiosity, or perhaps something far darker that led her to speak the words next.
“Then come,” she said. Her command reverberated through the space, final and absolute.
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I approached her titanic form, trembling not with fear but anticipation. I scaled her, guided by her massive hands, until I was positioned before the cavernous, pulsating opening that was her vagina. It radiated heat—overwhelming and all-consuming—and yet it welcomed me.
I moved inside her with reverence, touching and feeling the immense walls around me as they clenched gently, as if testing me. Zeromus’ flesh rippled with every motion I made, my body small against her vastness but driven by an intimacy that transcended our physical differences. For me, every thrust, every caress of her inner walls, was ecstasy—pleasure that enveloped me entirely.
Zeromus, for her part, tolerated my movements at first, her body responding instinctively to my effort. Her breaths deepened, her immense form shifting subtly as my persistence kindled something within her. Despite my size, the act was meaningful, a union that touched something primal in both of us—pleasure laced with awe, intimacy borne of impossibility.
For what felt like an eternity, I was lost in her. Our connection, though fleeting, was profound—my body moving with desperate devotion, hers responding with slow, powerful waves of pressure that consumed me. When at last my release came, it was like nothing I’d experienced before: a shattering climax that left me trembling, my body spent, my mind adrift in bliss.
But that bliss was short-lived.
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A low, guttural rumble filled the air. Zeromus shifted, her body tensing slightly as her glowing eyes fixed upon me once more. The intimacy we’d shared was forgotten, swept away by a sudden, undeniable hunger that roared within her core.
“Such effort,” Zeromus said, her tone dripping with malevolence. “You’ve… satisfied me.”
Still breathless, I looked up at her towering face. Something cold and sharp twisted in my chest as her lips parted, revealing rows of jagged, glistening teeth.
“But now,” she continued, her voice darkening, “you shall satisfy me in another way.”
Before I could react, Zeromus’ massive hand wrapped around me. Her grip was firm yet uncaring as she lifted me effortlessly toward her face. The realization of her intent crashed over me like a wave of ice—this was not affection. This was hunger. And I was nothing more than a convenient meal.
“Zeromus, wait!” I cried, my voice trembling, but her mouth had already opened wide, the dark cavern of her throat gaping before me.
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She lowered me slowly at first, as though savoring the moment. My feet passed her lips, and the wet heat of her maw enveloped me instantly. Her tongue, rough and slick, pressed against my body, coating me in saliva as she pushed me deeper.
“Please!” I screamed, but my cries were swallowed along with the rest of me.
Her throat constricted around me, pulling me downward in rhythmic waves. Every inch of the descent was claustrophobic, the slick walls of her esophagus pressing against me relentlessly. My body was coated in thick saliva, the pressure unyielding as I slid deeper and deeper into Zeromus’ body.
When I entered her stomach, the real torment began.
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The heat was unbearable, oppressive in a way that stole the breath from my lungs. The air was thick, acidic, and it burned with every gasp. Around me, the stomach walls churned, coated in corrosive fluids that clung to my skin. At first, it was a dull sting, but the pain escalated quickly—burning, searing, consuming me alive.
I screamed, thrashing helplessly as the acids ate through my flesh. The pain was relentless, unyielding, and every moment stretched into eternity. My skin blistered and peeled, my muscles dissolving as Zeromus’ stomach worked tirelessly to break me down.
“Zeromus!” I cried, my voice raw and broken, but there was no response. She had already forgotten me, her hunger sated as her body continued its work.
Time lost meaning as my body succumbed to the process. My nerves, overwhelmed, burned until they could feel no more. My mind, fractured by agony, began to slip into darkness as my body melted away, piece by piece.
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When it was over, the stomach was silent.
Nothing remained of me—not a trace of my body, my life, or my existence. Zeromus shifted slightly, her hunger satisfied, her form as beautiful and terrifying as ever. To her, I had been nothing more than a momentary pleasure, a fleeting fix for her appetite.
And yet, in that brief moment, I had experienced it all: the beauty of Zeromus, the intimacy of our union, and the agonizing reality of being claimed by her completely.
For Zeromus, it was just another day. For me, it was the end—painful, final, and unforgettable.