Desire Reborn

Note: The following story contains graphic sexual content, and is intended for readers over the age of 18.

The dead world of Tenakath was a place of utter silence. Death and decay had long since departed, leaving nothing but ash in their wake. The crumbling structures of once thriving civilizations were reduced to dust with the passage of time.

On the surface, it was a wasteland, but beneath, a tortured soul served his eternal sentence. Balroth, once a great king who ruled over an empire that spanned the realm, was struck down by unfathomable gods who tore through the fabric of reality to devour all that they touched.

Balroth was not spared, nor was he given the mercy of a swift death. Instead, the dead gods who sowed his fate saw fit to fill him with their seed, transforming him into a hideous creature that knew not the passage of time.

Eons passed, and Balroth was no closer to the sweet release he so craved. He carved out a kingdom of his own, deep beneath the surface. He couldn’t bear the sight of his failures each day.

He took with him the last vestiges of his people, who were also cursed with eternal life. Unlike Balroth, they maintained their human forms, though a pale reflection of who they once were.

Among the many pains that afflicted the fallen king, Balroth’s greatest torture was the loss of his love, Sariel. Every night, he saw those final moments in his nightmares. The dead gods, with their mass of tentacles and tendrils, violated every orifice on her body before mercilessly ending her life before his eyes.

With nothing but time and the forbidden relics of the dead gods that they left behind, Balroth and his trusted circle went to work. Using their ancient magics, they could reach into the well of souls and pluck one out, returning it to the mortal plane.

Balroth’s acolytes would carve sculptures of living flesh based on his description of Sariel’s beauty, and insert these souls into the bodies. They had achieved her form almost perfectly. Crimson hair that fell across snowy skin. The subtle curvature of her breasts, the shape of her legs, the softness of her lips, all of it was nearly perfect.

But each time, they failed to find her soul, and it ended the same way. Balroth would ravage her body with his tendrils, but when he looked into her eyes, filled with ecstasy, it was not his Sariel reflected back at him. His rage led to a cycle of pleasure and pain, each time ending with another corpse.

Balroth grew tired. Perhaps his acolytes would never find her soul within that sea of spirits long departed. Like every other day, he floated just above his throne of stone, set upon an underground chasm overlooking an infinite abyss.

His visage was a horror to behold. A single, massive eye, surrounded by writhing tentacles and dripping with fetid slime. He gazed out into the darkness, deep in thought.

“Sire! We may have found her,” a voice said.

Balroth’s eye sharpened. His gaze turned to an acolyte approaching the throne. With no mouth to speak of, Balroth spoke directly into the acolyte’s mind.

“Speak,” he said.

“Your grace, we have completed another Sariel for your pleasure. When she awoke, she asked for you by name.”

Balroth’s entire body quivered with anticipation.

“Send her to me, now!”

The acolyte bowed and fled back into the darkness. Balroth felt the flames of desire spark within him. He dragged his tentacles across the cold stone floor. They were incredibly sensitive, able to detect even the most subtle of sensations. It amplified his pleasure, his pain, and everything in between.

“Behold, Sariel reborn!” a voice proclaimed.

Balroth floated off his throne, hovering across the distance until he could see the whites of her eyes. Her gaze was unmistakable. Those eyes housed an endless depth of lust, passion, and a fire that had long since burned out within Balroth. It was her. There could be no doubt.

“Balroth my love, what have they done to you?” Sariel asked.

Balroth recoiled at the sound of her voice.

“I am hideous. A monster undeserving of your love,” he said.

Sariel shed the robes given to her. Her naked body shimmered with the primordial ooze from which her new body had emerged only moment’s before. She reached up with a tender hand and grabbed one of Balroth’s tentacles gingerly in her palm. Her touch sent lightning through Balroth’s veins.

“I care not what form you take,” she whispered, sliding the tip of the tentacle into her mouth. Balroth felt her tongue dance across the surface. He closed his single eye and relished in the sensation.

“Leave us,” Balroth said.

“As you wish, my lord,” The acolyte said. Balroth opened his eye as Sariel reached forward and buried her hands in the mass of tendrils that made up his body. He felt her touch around his eye as she gently massaged the surface.

“How I have longed for your touch my love,” Balroth said.

Sariel leaned forward and kissed the undulating surface of Balroth’s body. His entire form vibrated with lust.

“Take me Balroth, make me yours,” Sariel whispered.

A pair of tentacles shot out from within Balroth’s body. They slid up Sariel’s torso and curled around her breasts. He positioned the suckers of the tendrils over her hardening nipples. A moan escaped her lips as Balroth teased her. He could taste her skin through the suckers.

A third tentacle emerged from his body, sliding between her legs and parting the flesh. He inserted only the tip of the tentacle, using it like a tongue against her body. He relished in her taste.

He could feel Sariel’s heart thundering in her chest as her legs quivered beneath her. Her body welcomed him, her hands clung tightly to the tendrils that made up his body. She was barely able to hold herself aloft.

“Enough of this, Balroth. Show me the beast that you’ve become. Let me feel everything,” Sariel cried.

Balroth obliged, sending tentacles to restrain Sariel’s wrists and ankles. Pulling them taught until her skin burned red beneath the pressure. He lifted her into the air as she threw her head back and basked in the ecstasy of it all.

Without hesitation, Balroth drove a tentacle deep into her open mouth. She choked on the girth as another tentacle wrapped around her back and slid into her from behind. He would penetrate every orifice on her body.

As Sariel quaked with pleasure, Balroth brought several tentacles together, entwining them into a single mass, one that would push the limits of what her human body could withstand. He drove the pulsating mass between her legs and deep inside of her. He pulled the tentacle out of her mouth long enough for her to let loose an echoing moan.

“Ravage me Balroth, please I must feel you,” Sariel shouted.

Balroth drove the braided mass of tentacles into Sariel. Her entire body welcomed him with quivering pleasure. He could feel her limbs struggling against him. He thrust into her again, and again. Her screams filled the hollow interior of the dead world.

As Balroth reached a climax, the scene before him faded away. It was replaced with a distant memory, and yet one that was entirely clear. Balroth was human again, laying on silk sheets in his castle chambers. A crisp winter wind wafted in from the open window.

Sariel was atop his naked form, grinding her body against his. Her fingers dug into his skin. Her sharp breaths were punctuated by uncontrollable gasps. Balroth had somehow been transported back to this moment. He reached up with human hands and grasped her tender breasts as he felt her body barreling towards climax.

He came nearly at the same moment she did. She screamed, he roared, and she collapsed onto him, desperately trying to catch her breath.

“By all the gods, I could do that all night,” she whispered, kissing Balroth’s ear.

“As could I, my love, but how is this possible?”

“The forbidden magics of the dead gods have their uses. We have this moment together, a brief collision of our souls before we must return to the present.”

“Sariel, I do not wish to keep you here. You should not be forced to live out your days on this dead world in the presence of my hideous form.”

Sariel laid her head on Balroth’s chest. “I choose to be here with you, my love. In fact, I wish to join you in your sentence.”

Balroth was confused. “Truly? You would join me in this eternal prison?”

“Plant your seed within me. Turn me into one of them. If we must exist forever, let us do it while engaged in pleasure unending.”

Balroth blinked and the moment was over. He was back in the present. Sariel’s body lay on the cold stone floor. The skin on her wrists and ankles was bruised.

Blood trickled out from her mouth and dripped from her legs. Her fragile human form had been well and truly ravaged by Balroth. If he didn’t act soon, she would perish.

“You are sure this is the fate you desire?” he asked.

Sariel nodded, a smile crossed her lips.

“Very well.”

Balroth floated over her. He gingerly spread her legs as a fleshy ovipositor emerged from deep within his body. The hollow tube dripped with his essence, and it slid into her without struggle.

Balroth closed his eye and released his seed. The eggs tumbled through, falling into Sariel’s body, nestling themselves deep within her womb. Balroth pulled the ovipositor out of her and waited. Within seconds, the transformation began. He couldn’t bear to watch. Her screams were not of pleasure, but of pain.

They echoed across the interior of the dead world, joined by the visceral snapping of bone and the sundering of flesh. An eternity seemingly passed before he heard her voice again.

“Open your eyes my love,” Sariel whispered.

Balroth’s single eyes flickered open, and he saw the transformed visage of his eternal love. Her skin was replaced with shimmering scales from head to toe. Where her face should be, a collection of small eyes all blinked in rapid succession.

A mouth filled with glimmering fangs housed a forked tongue that danced across her new lips. Tentacles adorned her scalp, writhing with new life as she reached out with clawed hands.

Somehow she had become even more beautiful to Balroth.

“Together at last, my love,” He whispered.

Sariel curled her forked tongue around one of his tentacles.

“Together at last. Shall we continue?” she asked.

Balroth threw her to the ground and their revelry began anew. He took his time exploring her new form, discovering depths of pleasure he did not know possible. Sariel was also resistant to his brutish ways.

Their bodies knew no limits, and neither did their love. Their days were filled with pleasures that had no beginning nor end. Balroth’s sentence was served. The dead world of Tenakath had finally been blessed with new life.