Her cunt still makes her weak, despite the gun, the cock, and the swaggering bravado. Show her what a real man can do, Nathan. She swerved the car in front of the milk parlor and Nathan dived out, the keycard almost slipping from his fingers as he raced to the security door. Do not fuck this up now. The end of Eshabaar’s reign is close enough to taste…
The door opened slowly as June reversed the truck into place. Nathan could hear the wrigglies’ squishy bodies and sucking pods as the blue light of the milk bath trickled out the door.
Dinner is served, thought Nathan as June stumbled through the rain and unlocked the padlock to unleash Krang’s man-eating offspring. A rank smell of rotten fish and corrupted flesh assailed Nathan’s nostrils as six squelchy beasts flowed from the confines of the truck in a mass of sticky tentacles and snapping beaks. For some reason the odor made him think of his father, but he didn’t have time to reminisce as the grotesque cephalopods slid into Eshabaar’s lair.
The cave. Head for the whore’s cave and strike her beating heart.
The Sisters were squealing and thrashing in the Mother’s Milk as Nathan entered the building. The dark-skinned Sister was quailing in the arms of her auburn-haired lover, her eyes wide with horror when she saw the creatures approaching.
The bitch journalist was also wading in the pool, her long, blonde hair plastered to the translucent skin of her heaving tits by the blasphemous milk. When she noticed the oncoming horde, she began to scream.
Good, bitch, scream. Now you’ll have a story you can really sink your hooks into.
June was barking orders in Japanese as the wrigglies reached the milk bath. One latched its tentacles onto the Asian Sister’s leg and squeezed, the bitch’s limb liquefying and melting into the milk-like bloody jelly. Two more descended on a pair of lovers in the shallows near the milk bath's edge, the fattened women’s shrieks disappearing in a frothy explosion of blood and guts. Another wriggly zeroed in on Ramona, the redhead his brother liked so much. It was just about to devour her with its viscous appendages when something unexpected happened.
The robotic tentacles that nourished the Sisters and delivered their yelping brats turned on their organic counterparts, the coils of steel shooting through the air and colliding with the squidgy creatures in a titanic clash of soft jelly and intelligent metal. A serpentine tentacle impaled one of the wrigglies on its clawed point, the cephalopod’s wet insides showering the milk bath as the tentacle whipped it around in the air. A few pregnant Sisters cowered behind one of the tentacles and cradled their bloated bellies protectively while the tentacle twisted into a dense steel mesh the wrigglies couldn’t penetrate.
June fired her weapon at the tentacles to no effect, the bullets rattling off their gleaming surfaces and deflecting everywhere else in an explosion of deadly shrapnel.
“Stop shooting, you dumb bitch! You're going to kill us all!” shouted Nathan over the unholy din of flying bullets, moaning Sisters, and sucking wrigglies. The robotic tentacles were slicing through the wrigglies like butter, but a few of Krang’s progeny managed to shatter the tentacles’ exterior with their piercing beaks. These tentacles collapsed into the pool in a shower of sparks, the sinuous coils falling on the Sisters and sinking into the milk bath’s bloodied depths.
“Don't worry about me, milk man! Kill the queen!” June walked through a mess of viscera left by one of the wrigglies and peppered the milk bath with more gunfire.
That’s right, the cave! Run into the rocky cleft and make Father proud. Nathan ducked his head, ran around the left side of the milk bath, and jumped for the overhanging ledge just below the cave opening. He pulled himself up with gritted teeth as the chaos unfolded below him, his mind focused on Eshabaar’s heart and the jagged blade June gave him to finish the self-styled earth mother.
When he stood up, he saw a figure running naked down the tunnel ahead of him. Andrew’s bitch journalist! He extracted the fifteen-inch blade from the inside of his jacket and sprinted down the dark corridor, his feet almost slipping from beneath him as the air grew cold and light disappeared from the world. He ran for what seemed like hours, but Emma Lake was quicker than he’d anticipated and the pursuit was perilous. The tunnel was as wet and dark as a birth canal, but the blonde slut was almost within reach when Nathan noticed a haze of blue light glimmering around a tight corner.
The mountain’s heart. Eshabaar is close…
The tunnel opened into a massive chasm dominated by a sparkling blue pool. A vast network of drooping stalactites hovered above the pool, their extravagant patterns and sharp twists reflected in a mirror image in the milky lake. In the center of the pool was Eshabaar’s throne, a shimmering blue tree covered in a slim membrane beneath which viscous liquid flowed like indigo blood. Blue leaves littered the small patch of dirt around the tree, and small leaks of blue fluid sprouted from holes that dotted the trunk. The canopy was her seat; an intricate arrangement of shifting leaves that curled around her shivering body and held her in a protective grasp.
The bitch ran for the pool and dived in, so Nathan was forced to pursue her. The liquid was thick and difficult to separate with his arms, but he gradually gained some ground on Emma as she neared the base of the trunk. Out the corner of his eye, he could see a large pink tube bobbing on the pool’s surface, the blue fluid leaking extremely slowly from its quivering urethra.
Krang’s severed cock and its immortal seed. It was pathetically misshapen, with ruptures and offshoots perverting its once-glorious shaft, but the blue juice continued to drip from it and fill the cave with more of the squid lord’s glutinous cum.
It is alive. The squid-lord seesssssss…
Nathan surfaced just behind Emma and grabbed her naked foot. The bitch turned on him and squeezed her tits together, shooting twin streams of milk from her nipples into his eyes. He screamed and slapped her viciously across the face, stumbling blindly as the liquid stung his bright blue eyes.
Resist the whore’s poison, thought Nathan as the evil milk surged through his cocaine-laced brain. Be a man and finish the job you started.
Emma was still sprawled on the floor when he started to climb the tree with the blade between his teeth. The blue liquid funneled upwards toward Eshabaar’s cunt, her pale legs splayed by the leaves as she received the squid lord’s seed. Her long white hair fell limp around her prone body, her eyelids fluttering and her absurdly oversized breasts gently rising and falling as the seed entered her cunt.
Even goddesses need to rest sometimes.
He was just about to thrust the blade into her heart when a familiar voice shouted from the lake’s distant shore. He turned his head to see Andrew standing by the entrance to the cave, his body drenched in blood and his face bruised beyond recognition.
What the fuck did the Bloodhound do to him, you told him to merely restrain him! “Nathan, stop! The squids are dead, your woman is gone. All is lost. Step away from Eshabaar and drop the blade. You don’t have to do this brother.”
Nathan paused as he pressed the blade against Eshabaar’s skin, the light from her blue choker washing him in an iridescent glow.
“Brother? You meant to sell my stake in the company and disinherit me? You meant to leave me behind and live your life with these submerged cows? You call me brother, but I don’t even know who you are anymore. You piss on the memory of Father when you fuck these pot-bellied sows.”
Andrew was floating across the pool now, his voice growing louder as he neared the base of Eshabaar’s throne, “Nathan, listen to me. I know about Father and the disgraceful things he did to you. I wish I had known sooner, maybe, I don’t know, I could have found you help or….”
“What did father do?” Nathan could not control his rage as Andrew slandered his father’s unimpeachable name.
“You were always a fucking momma’s boy, even when you were a tyke. Nothing’s changed; you just suck these cows’ tits instead of hers. Mother’s Milk. What a fucking joke!”
Andrew inspected Emma and saw
that she was alright. He stood at the bottom of the tree and gazed up at Nathan, his battered face filled with unrestrained emotion as he reached out his shaking hand.
“Give me your hand brother. Let’s go home.”
A flicker of uncertainty flashed across Nathan’s face, sorrow welling in the corners of his eyes as his lips twitched involuntarily.
“Home? What is that Andy?”
Andrew blinked back tears and whispered below his murderous brother. “Let’s go make one.”
Nathan shook his head sadly and looked at Eshabaar’s beautiful face. Her eyes were open and her lips moving quietly.
“Do it Nathan. I have lived for thousands of years. I am tired, and I want to see the other side.”
“Sorry, Andrew,” said Nathan as he twisted the blade into Eshabaar’s heart.
Andrew and Emma screamed as the indigo seed poured from the gaping wound. Nathan jumped backwards off the tree and swam across the pool, his brother inches behind him. Emma held Eshabaar’s body as it slipped from the tree’s embrace, her face obscured by the chaos of surging blue fluid and the leaves falling from the dying tree.
It is done, Father. Your great work is complete. Nathan couldn’t understand the emptiness he felt gnawing inside him, but he could hear Andrew screaming while he chased him down the tunnel. Nathan emerged from the cave’s mouth and grabbed one of the hanging tentacles, using it as an impromptu pole vault to leap over the carnage of dead squids and shrieking Sisters.
Andrew jumped into the milk bath and swam across, his arms pumping energetically.
Rain beat his face when he ran out into the storm. He had a second to think how wonderful it felt to be clean before June pounced on him from the roof howling like an avenging Valkyrie. She rolled him over in the dirt and sliced open his pants with a katana blade, revealing his soft cock while she planted a foot upon his chest. She kicked Andrew when he tried to intervene, the blow knocking him out cold and sprawling his body on the ground.
“I came for the cock, but it could not be saved. But Krang will want something from the trip.” She sliced off Nathan's dick with a swift swipe of the razor-sharp blade.
Oh god, the pain! Father, Mother, help!
June picked up the prick, squeezing the pulpy mess between her fingers. “I told you I would show you what you really are.” She left in a swish of purple hair and ran for the nearby truck. As his life drained away between his legs, Nathan noted with surprise that the grass around him was sprouting up in miraculous bursts. It rose in thin sheets and formed an intricate mesh around his bleeding body.
But that was Eshabaar’s trick… Then he saw the bright eyes and white teeth emerging from the tall grass…
The Children of the Moon descended on him with gnashing teeth and lightning fingers, tearing ravenously at his flesh as the grass swirled around them. Nathan’s screams were drowned out by the children’s smacking lips and clacking teeth, blood and innards splashing against their faces and dripping down their arms as they feasted on the earth mother’s killer.
Andrew slept while the Children ate his brother, dreaming of a time before adulthood when the world overflowed with miracles and Nathan laughed while they chased butterflies on Thorne Manor’s rolling fields.
Chapter Fifteen: Emma's Indigo Throne
Two weeks had passed and Emma was adjusting to sitting on Eshabaar’s splendid throne. She shifted uncomfortably as the throne dug into her ass cheeks, finally deciding to abandon queenliness, jump into the pool and join Andrew’s floating body. The Laguna Mountains had a new earth mother, but she was still getting the hang of it.
You came in search of a scoop, and you found love, survived a battle, and transformed into a goddess. Overall, it was one hell of a fucking story…
When the earth mother fell from her throne, she took Emma’s golden head in her hand and brought it to her swollen breast. When Emma drank deeply the milk and seed passed into her body and she felt an uncontrollable energy gushing down her open throat. Eshabaar had been grooming her to take her place, and the moment came as the earth mother’s life seeped into the cold ground and her breast filled Emma’s hot mouth.
Six Sisters died in the squid invasion, including Trisha and the Asian woman whose delivery Emma had witnessed on her first day here. Their likenesses were etched onto stone tablets and placed beside the churning milk bath so they could gaze upon their Sacred Sisters. Olivia often fingered herself in front of Trisha’s stone face, her feet propped on the milk bath’s lip and cum dribbling across her ebony fingers as she climaxed for her dead lover.
Many of the other Sisters survived grievous wounds because of the milk bath’s regenerative properties. New surrogates needed to be found and impregnated immediately if they had any chance of meeting their quotas, and Thaddeus insisted that the robotic tentacles would be fixed within a month. The Children left nothing but a skeleton with a jagged blade on the Laguna lawn. It was hard to be certain because of the fractures left by the Children’s teeth, but Andrew swore that the skull was smiling. Nathan’s bones were thrown into the sea in a quiet ceremony attended only by Emma and Andrew. They threw Krang’s disembodied prick into the waves as well, bubbles flowing from the perforated urethra as the sea devoured it along with what remained of Nathan Thorne.
Let the squid see fish and octopi. Perhaps it will be nostalgic for the fucker. As Nathan’s carcass sank beneath the ceaseless salt, Emma knew that a tiny part of Andrew had died forever.
But at least he has you Emma. At least he has a queen to hold his head and kiss away his silent tears…
She swam over to him and curled her arms around his burly torso, licking the skin between his shoulder blades as he sighed and leant his weight against her. Thorn Manor was burned to the ground with Desmond’s corpse still in it. Nobody mourned the grizzled groundskeeper as the fires licked the afternoon sky. They watched the blaze with Agatha alongside them, Thaddeus standing behind her mobile milk bath and holding her milky hand.
“Are you thirsty baby? The seed is growing inside me, I can feel it. Its making me feel very…maternal.” Andrew turned to face her, the bruising on his face completely healed by the earth mother’s magical gift. His lips parted as he took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, his tongue lashing against hers as she collapsed into his comforting arms.
Even queens need to be held, consoled and fucked. Even queens lactate and need a mouth to drip their sweetened milk into. Especially queens…
Andrew carried her to the tree and planted her slippery body in the leafy throne. Their fingers interlinked above their heads as he lay on top of her, the blue leaves rustling against their fingertips. He kissed her brow and eyelids, licked her cheeks and the sensitive flesh of her neck. Emma moaned as his kneecap pushed against her cunt, cum streaming out her slit as his patella mashed against her clit. His tongue stroked Eshabaar’s blue choker as he continued his descent toward the milk-tipped points of her nipples, and Emma could feel his stiff cock rubbing against her thigh.
“Come Andrew, I need you to suck me now.” Emma enjoyed his tantalizing teasing, but milk was spurting from her aching nipples and her pussy was so wet she thought she might slip off her indigo throne. He licked around her breasts in delicious circles before blowing on her areolae, the cool exhalations ending shivers across her skin. Gooseflesh covered her soft breasts when he finally took her nipple into her mouth, and the pleasure was so exquisite she could’ve sworn her nipples had transformed into clits after she drank Eshabaar’s spilt life.
“There you go, baby, just like that. Suck it like you haven’t tasted it for years, suck it like it’s your last day in this cave with me.” Andrew’s head rotated as he drew her nipple between his lips and sucked insatiably, milk flowing into his mouth as she stroked his damp black hair. She spread her legs slightly and prodded his back with her heel, indicating that she wanted him to fuck her while he fed. Sometimes she was content with nursing him and drowning him in floods of milk. Sometimes all she wanted was for
him to bend her over and fuck her like a whore, the muscles in his ass straining as he battered away and her grunts of pleasure reverberated off the cave walls and shook stalactites loose from the ceiling. But today she wanted to experience the ecstatic union of nurturing and lovemaking, to luxuriate in the sensation of feeding Andrew while his prick was swallowed by her equally hungry pussy.
He took one of her tits in his hand and sprayed the other hand until it was covered in sticky milk. He used the milk to lubricate his insistent hard-on before he packed its throbbing length inside her. The light emanating from her choker pulsed and her body shook as Andrew fucked her, her hands trailing across his back and covering it in ribbons of gooey breast milk. Meanwhile, his mouth remained glued to her nipples as he drank more and lost himself in the milk's glorious oblivion.
Something frightened her as she watched his eyes rolling sightlessly while he fed. She grasped him by the head and pulled him from her breast while she clamped her thighs together and slowed his large prick. Excess milk dribbled from his mouth as he looked into her eyes with a perplexed expression. It took every last drop of her limited willpower to interrupt his superb fucking and sucking, but there was something she needed to know.
“Andy, is it different with me than it was with her?” She didn’t need to say the earth mother’s name; her spirit haunted every molecule of air within the mountain’s heart.
“When she fed you, did you feel the same way toward her? What do you love more; me or the Mother’s Milk?”
Andrew smiled and brushed a strand of hair from her anxious face.
“When I fed from Eshabaar, I was drinking from a goddess. When I feed from you, I am drinking from a goddess that I also happen to be madly in love with.” He dropped his head again and caught an errant spurt of milk in his open mouth.
“And what can I say? You make such delicious milk?”
Emma forgot about her concerns when he engulfed one of her tits with his gaping mouth and fucked her with greater urgency than before, his ass pumping frantically as her back thumped against the throne and caused more indigo leaves to float down and cover their rocking bodies.
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