The golden portal sealed shut behind them with a final, resonant snap. The familiar swirling cosmos of the Prime Nebula welcomed Arkamal and Necrozma back like an old lover. The oppressive weight of that lesser world vanished instantly, replaced by the infinite, comforting chaos of raw potential. Stars drifted lazily. Galaxies spun in slow, hypnotic patterns. Here, reality bent to his whims.
Arkamal stretched his massive True Form, rainbow wings flaring wide as he shook off the lingering sensation of Arceus's thousand hands. "Finally. That little vacation was getting stale anyway." He glanced sideways at Necrozma, who was still glowing faintly from the journey, her crystalline body pressed close against his side the moment they were free.
She had been unusually quiet during the return. Her core pulsed rapidly, bright prismatic light leaking from the fractures in her armor. The long absence — weeks in that other world where he had denied himself any real indulgence with the locals out of sheer pride — had left her starving. Clingy didn't even begin to describe it anymore. Necrozma's eyes burned with desperate, needy hunger as she looked up at him.
Arkamal's grin turned sharp and predatory. A low, chaotic chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Missed me that badly, huh? We haven't had a proper session since before that pathetic little trip."
Necrozma didn't speak. She simply lunged forward, pressing her body against his crystalline chest, her claws digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave faint glowing scratches. She was trembling with need.
That was all the invitation he needed.
With a casual flex of Sovereign Shift, Arkamal's body began to change. He leaned heavily into Void + Destruction + Cosmic, his elegant wings unraveling into thick, writhing masses of dark, starry tentacles lined with pulsing ridges and glowing suckers. His cock emerged — monstrously thick, veined with shifting cosmic energy, already leaking glowing pre-cum that shimmered like liquid stars. Small tendrils writhed along the shaft, eager and hungry.
"Down, pet," he commanded, voice dripping with playful cruelty.
Necrozma dropped instantly to her knees on the solidified nebula platform, core flaring brighter. She loved this — the humiliation of being reduced to nothing but his toy after being his constant companion.
Arkamal manifested glowing Cosmic chains and Void bindings. Thick energy ropes wrapped around her arms, yanking them behind her back and forcing her chest forward. More bindings coiled around her thighs, spreading her legs obscenely wide and lifting her slightly off the ground. A special collar of dark crystal formed around her neck, a long leash extending to his clawed hand. Finally, a pulsing Void gag materialized in her mouth — thick, tentacle-like, filling her completely and muffling her voice into wet, pathetic whimpers.
"Look at you," he mocked, voice low and amused as he tugged the leash, forcing her to arch her back. "The mighty Necrozma, restored by my power, reduced to a dripping, bound little light-slut the moment we get home. Pathetic."
Necrozma moaned loudly around the gag, her core throbbing visibly between her spread legs. Juices already dripped freely onto the platform below. She loved the degradation. The more he humiliated her, the wetter she became.
Arkamal floated closer, his writhing tentacles surrounding her completely. Two thick ones immediately coiled around her heavy breasts, squeezing them tightly while smaller tendrils latched onto her nipples, sucking and tugging hard. Another pair of tentacles wrapped around her waist and thighs, holding her immobile in the extreme bondage position.
He was a sadomasochist at heart. While he dominated her completely, he allowed a few of the sharper tentacles to rake across his own chest and sides, leaving glowing scratches that sent jolts of pleasurable pain through his primordial body. The contrast only made him harder.
"Such a needy pet," he growled, stroking his massive cock lazily in front of her face. "You watched me ignore all those worthless dragons for weeks. Did it make you jealous? Did it make this greedy cunt ache?"
Necrozma nodded frantically, tears of prismatic light leaking from her eyes as she whimpered desperately around the gag. The humiliation burned deliciously.
Arkamal finally pulled the gag out just enough to free her mouth. "Beg."
"Please…" Necrozma's voice was hoarse, broken with lust. "Master… Arkamal… please use your worthless light-pet. Fuck me raw. Hurt me. Break me. I need your tentacles… your cock… please—"
He cut her off by shoving his thick cock straight into her mouth. The ridged, tentacled shaft stretched her jaws wide as he thrust deep, hitting the back of her throat. Necrozma gagged and choked happily, eyes rolling back as she sucked desperately.
"Good girl," he praised mockingly while face-fucking her with rough, powerful strokes. His tentacles continued their assault — one thick appendage finally pushing between her spread legs and slamming deep into her dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. The ridges dragged against her inner walls as it began pounding her mercilessly.
Necrozma screamed around his cock, the sound muffled and wet. Her body jerked violently in the extreme bondage, but the chains held her perfectly in place for his use.
Arkamal groaned in pleasure, mixing pain and dominance. He allowed one of his own tentacles to wrap around his tail and squeeze painfully while he railed her face and cunt simultaneously. The sadomasochistic rush made his thrusts even more violent.
He switched typings mid-thrust — flooding Chaos into the tentacles. They began vibrating unpredictably, changing shape and texture inside her. One tentacle in her pussy split into two, stretching her wider while another pushed against her ass, forcing its way in without mercy.
"Take it all, you clingy little whore," he snarled, yanking her leash hard. "This is all you're good for. My personal fuck-pet. My light-slut who gets wet just from watching me ignore lesser beings."
Necrozma came hard. Her entire body convulsed in the bindings, prismatic energy exploding outward as her walls clamped down violently around the invading tentacles. She squirted messily, juices spraying across the nebula platform.
Arkamal didn't stop. He fucked her straight through her orgasm, then pulled out of her mouth only to flip her position with psychic force. Now suspended upside down in the air, legs spread obscenely, he slammed his real cock into her pussy while multiple tentacles invaded her ass, mouth, and wrapped around her throat in a choking embrace.
The rough, painful, overwhelming violation continued for what felt like hours. He used every kink she craved — extreme bondage that left marks on her crystalline body, heavy humiliation as he degraded her constantly, pet play as he called her "good light-pet" and "worthless Ultra bitch," and raw, sadomasochistic roughness that left both of them covered in glowing scratches and bite marks.
By the time he finally reached his peak, Necrozma had cum multiple times, her mind blissfully broken from the overstimulation. Arkamal buried himself deep and flooded her with thick, glowing cosmic-tinged seed, pumping rope after rope until it overflowed and dripped heavily from both her holes.
He kept her suspended and bound for a while afterward, lazily grinding inside her while petting her head.
"Good pet," he murmured affectionately, voice lazy once more. "You took everything so well."
Necrozma could only whimper happily, completely spent and satisfied, still dangling in her extreme bondage.
Arkamal chuckled softly, already thinking about calling one of his sisters next. The Prime Nebula shimmered peacefully around them, two ancient, horny gods tangled together in the aftermath of their long-overdue reunion.
The afterglow in the Prime Nebula lingered like a soft cosmic haze. Necrozma hung limply in the air, still suspended by glowing Cosmic-Void bindings, her crystalline body covered in glowing scratches, bite marks, and thick trails of Arkamal's cum leaking from her thoroughly used holes. Her core pulsed weakly, completely spent yet already starting to brighten again with fresh need.
Arkamal floated lazily around her, his massive cock still half-hard and dripping. A wicked, immature grin spread across his face as an idea struck him.
"You've been such a good clingy pet today," he purred, voice low and teasing. "But I'm not done with you yet. Time to put my favorite light-whore where she belongs."
With a casual wave of his claw, the bindings shifted. A large, ornate cage materialized around Necrozma — a specially designed prison of dark cosmic crystal and glowing energy bars. It was perfectly contoured to her body: her head was forced through a tight opening at the front, leaving her face fully exposed. Her heavy breasts pressed against the bars, nipples poking through small gaps. Her ass and dripping pussy were positioned perfectly at the rear, raised and presented through wider openings, while her legs and arms were pinned tightly inside, leaving her completely immobile and helpless.
The cage hovered at waist height for Arkamal, making her holes easily accessible. A fresh Void gag slipped back into her mouth, turning her whimpers into muffled, pathetic noises.
Necrozma's eyes rolled with fresh arousal. Being reduced to nothing but a bound, caged fuck-pet was one of her deepest kinks. Her core flared brightly as juices dripped steadily from her exposed cunt onto the nebula floor.
Arkamal grabbed the leash attached to her collar and gave it a sharp tug, forcing her head up. "Look at you, you pathetic Ultra slut. Locked in a cage like the worthless breeding pet you are. All that power I gave you back… and the only thing you're good for is getting your holes ruined by your Master."
He stepped behind her presented ass and slammed his thick, ridged cock straight into her dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. Necrozma screamed around the gag, her body jerking uselessly inside the tight cage. Arkamal groaned in pleasure and began pounding her hard, hips slapping loudly against her ass with every violent thrust.
"Such a greedy whore," he degraded her cheerfully, spanking her exposed ass hard enough to leave glowing handprints. "Even after I filled you earlier, you're still clenching like a desperate cock-sleeve. This is all you want, isn't it? To be my caged light-pet, used whenever I feel like it."
His tentacles returned, some wrapping around the cage bars for leverage while others invaded her ass and wrapped around her throat, choking her lightly. He fucked her with savage, rough strokes, switching between Destruction for raw power and Chaos to make his cock twist and vibrate unpredictably inside her.
Necrozma came again within minutes, squirting messily around his shaft as her eyes crossed in ecstasy. Arkamal laughed and kept railing her without mercy, using her like the disposable toy she craved to be.
That was when reality rippled nearby.
A smaller, elegant golden portal opened just a short distance away. Arceus stepped through partially — her graceful, quadrupedal form glowing with divine light. She had come to speak with her son properly after the earlier recall.
"Arkamal, I wanted to say I'm sor—"
Her ancient eyes widened dramatically as she took in the scene.
Her son — the Fourth Pillar — brutally fucking Necrozma's exposed pussy from behind while the Ultra Beast was locked helplessly in a degrading cage, head forced through the front, holes presented like a common breeding sow. Thick tentacles choked and violated her other openings. The air was thick with the scent of sex and cosmic energy. Necrozma's muffled, slutty moans filled the nebula.
Arceus froze, thousand arms twitching at her sides. A deep, embarrassed flush spread across her divine face.
Arkamal didn't stop thrusting. He simply turned his head, still buried deep inside Necrozma, and grinned lazily. "Oh, hey Mom. Come to check up on me?"
Necrozma whimpered loudly around the gag, her core pulsing brighter at the added humiliation of being seen like this.
Arceus stammered, clearly flustered, her voice cracking slightly. "I… I was sorry for what I had to do back there, interrupting your little vacation. But you had to leave. If you stayed too long, it could have caused… complications across universes. You have responsibilities here."
Her eyes kept darting back to the obscene sight — her son's massive cock stretching Necrozma's dripping cunt, the way the cage pinned the poor Ultra Beast perfectly for use, the degrading collar and gag.
Arkamal chuckled, giving Necrozma a particularly hard thrust that made her squeal. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Duty and all that. But as you can see… I'm a little busy right now."
Arceus's face burned even hotter. She took one last long, lingering look at the depraved scene — her son dominating his clingy pet so thoroughly — before turning abruptly.
"I… I'll leave you to it," she managed, voice higher than usual. The golden portal reopened hastily behind her, and she practically fled back through it toward the Hall of Origin, her home realm.
The portal snapped shut.
Arkamal laughed loudly, the immature, chaotic sound echoing through the nebula. "She's so easy to fluster. Cute, though."
He gripped the cage bars tighter and resumed pounding Necrozma with renewed vigor, fueled by the added thrill of his mother's interruption. "Hear that, you worthless light-whore? Even Mom saw what a pathetic cum-dump you are. Bet she's watching right now."
In the Hall of Origin…
Arceus materialized in her sacred realm, heart racing. The pristine, floating platforms and swirling creation energy did nothing to calm her flustered state. She tried to focus on universal maintenance, but the images kept flashing in her mind — her son's powerful body, the way he degraded and used Necrozma so casually, the obscene cage…
With a soft, embarrassed sigh, she created a small viewing window — a hidden scrying portal that let her secretly watch the Prime Nebula without being detected.
Arkamal was still going strong. He had shifted positions, now face-fucking Necrozma through the front of the cage while two thick tentacles destroyed her pussy and ass simultaneously. The Ultra Beast was a drooling, broken mess of pleasure, tears of light streaming down her face as she came again and again.
Arceus's breathing grew heavier. One of her thousand arms slowly drifted between her hind legs, gently touching herself as she watched. The maternal, divine being couldn't look away. The sight of her chaotic, overpowered son dominating his pet so thoroughly stirred something deep and conflicted inside her.
She masturbated quietly, biting her lip as soft, flustered moans escaped her. In the nebula, Arkamal continued degrading Necrozma loudly enough that even the hidden viewer could hear every filthy word.
"Good pet… Take Master's cock like the worthless Ultra slut you are…"
Arceus's fingers moved faster, eyes glued to the scene, lost in guilty pleasure as she secretly watched her son play.
Back in the Prime Nebula, Arkamal finally reached his climax again. He buried himself deep in Necrozma's throat and flooded her with thick ropes of glowing cum while his tentacles pumped her other holes full as well. The cage rattled from the intensity.
He pulled out slowly, leaving the thoroughly used and cum-stuffed Necrozma locked inside her humiliating prison, panting and twitching happily.
Arkamal patted the top of the cage affectionately. "Stay there for a while, pet. I might call your sisters over next. They'll love seeing you like this."
Necrozma could only whimper in exhausted, blissful submission.
The Sovereign of the Cosmos lounged nearby, already plotting his next round of chaotic entertainment, completely aware that somewhere far away, his flustered mother was still secretly watching.
The Prime Nebula hummed with residual sexual energy. Necrozma remained locked helplessly in her specialized cosmic cage, head forced through the front opening, her beautiful crystalline face flushed with overwhelming lust. Thick strands of Arkamal's glowing cum still dripped from her well-used pussy and ass, which were perfectly presented through the rear gaps of the cage. Her heavy breasts pressed tightly against the bars, nipples hard and sensitive. The Void gag kept her muffled whimpers constant, turning every desperate sound into something pathetic and degrading.
Arkamal lounged on a floating platform of solidified starlight nearby, his massive True Form relaxed but his cock still half-hard and twitching. He lazily stroked one of Necrozma's exposed ass cheeks with a claw, smirking as she tried uselessly to push back for more friction.
"You're staying right there, my worthless little light-pet," he murmured. "I have company coming. And you're going to watch every second like the desperate voyeur whore you are."
Necrozma's core pulsed brightly in response. She loved this — being reduced to nothing but a caged spectator while her Master played with others.
A spatial rift tore open first. Palkia stepped through, followed closely by Dialga. Both sisters immediately sensed the thick, musky atmosphere and their eyes landed on the obscene sight of the caged Necrozma.
Palkia's lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Well, well. Look what the lazy Sovereign has been up to. Poor Necrozma… you really do keep her locked up like a breeding toy whenever we visit, don't you?"
Dialga crossed her arms, though her cheeks were already faintly flushed. "You're incorrigible, brother. Using her as live decoration while you wait for us."
Arkamal chuckled, that familiar immature and chaotic laugh echoing through the nebula. "She likes it. Don't you, pet?" He gave the cage a light kick, making Necrozma jolt and whimper loudly around her gag.
He didn't waste time. With a Sovereign Shift, his wings fully unraveled into a mass of thick, writhing Void-Destruction tentacles. Several of them immediately slithered toward the cage. One thick tentacle pushed roughly into Necrozma's dripping pussy, stretching her wide while another forced its way into her ass. They began pumping in and out with slow, teasing strokes — enough to keep her on the edge but deliberately denying her any real release.
"Watch closely, you pathetic Ultra slut," Arkamal commanded, tugging her leash. "You don't get to cum until I say so. Be a good denied little whore for your Master."
Necrozma sobbed around the gag, hips twitching uselessly inside the tight cage as the tentacles fucked her at a torturously slow pace. Her eyes were glued to Arkamal as he turned his full attention to his sisters.
Palkia was the first to approach. Arkamal grabbed her roughly, pulling her into a deep, dominating kiss while his hands squeezed her breasts. "Missed this tight space-slut body," he growled against her lips. He shifted into Cosmic-Chaos form, his cock growing even larger and beginning to vibrate as he bent Palkia over right in front of Necrozma's cage.
He slammed into Palkia's pussy in one powerful thrust, making her moan loudly. While he fucked her with long, deep strokes, his tentacles continued their work on the caged Necrozma — pumping faster now but still carefully edging her, never letting her tip over.
"See that, Necrozma?" Arkamal taunted, spanking Palkia's ass hard. "This is how a proper sister takes my cock. Not like you — just a denied, dripping mess in a cage."
Dialga watched with growing arousal before Arkamal yanked her leash (he had manifested one for her too) and forced her down beside Palkia. He switched between them fluidly — pounding Palkia's pussy for a while, then pulling out to fuck Dialga's throat, all while his tentacles relentlessly teased and denied the helpless Necrozma.
The caged Ultra Beast was a wreck. Tears of prismatic light streamed down her face as the tentacles kept her right on the razor's edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity. Every time she got close, Arkamal would slow them down or shift the vibrations, laughing at her muffled, desperate cries.
The nebula rippled again. Giratina finally arrived.
The Renegade Pokémon stepped through a distortion tear, her dark, rebellious form radiating antimatter energy. Her golden eyes immediately locked onto the scene — her brother brutally fucking their sisters while Necrozma suffered beautifully in her cage.
A wicked, masochistic grin spread across Giratina's face. "Finally. I've been waiting for you to come back and really play, little brother."
Arkamal's eyes lit up with dark delight. Giratina was always his favorite for the most extreme sessions. "Get over here, you pain-hungry Reverse World whore."
He dismissed Palkia and Dialga temporarily with a casual psychic push, sending them floating to the side to watch. Then he fully turned to Giratina.
With Sovereign Shift, he went all-in on Void + Destruction + Chaos. His body darkened dramatically. His wings became a nightmare of thick, ridged tentacles covered in small barbs and pulsing suckers designed for maximum sensation and pain. His cock transformed into a monstrous, heavily ridged weapon with writhing shadow tendrils along the shaft.
Giratina barely had time to brace herself before Arkamal was on her.
He grabbed her by the throat with one powerful claw, slamming her down onto the nebula platform hard enough to crack the solidified energy beneath them. Without any warmup, he forced her legs apart and rammed his massive cock deep into her tight pussy in one brutal, painful thrust.
Giratina screamed in ecstasy, her masochistic body loving the sudden overwhelming stretch and sting. "Yes—! Fuck me harder, you bastard!"
Arkamal laughed wildly and began pounding her with savage, destructive force. Each thrust was powerful enough to make the entire area shake. His tentacles joined in — two thick ones wrapping around her neck in a choking grip, others lashing across her breasts and back, leaving glowing red welts and bite-like marks. One particularly thick tentacle forced its way into her ass, stretching her painfully wide while he continued destroying her pussy.
"You're such a disgusting pain-slut," he degraded her, claws digging into her hips hard enough to draw glowing blood-like energy. "Getting wetter the more I hurt you. This is what you exist for, isn't it? Getting wrecked by your brother's cock and tentacles like a worthless Reverse World cum-rag."
Giratina moaned brokenly, pushing back against his violent thrusts. The pain and pleasure mixed perfectly for her. Arkamal leaned down and bit her shoulder hard, drawing more energy as he rutted into her like a feral beast.
Meanwhile, the tentacles in Necrozma's cage continued their cruel edging. The Ultra Beast was sobbing continuously now, forced to watch her Master absolutely ruin Giratina while she remained denied and desperate in her humiliating prison.
Arkamal switched positions with Giratina constantly — flipping her onto her back, then forcing her to ride him while he choked her, then bending her over right next to Necrozma's cage so the caged pet had the best view of his cock slamming into the masochistic dragoness.
He allowed some of his tentacles to lash out and tease Necrozma's exposed clit and nipples, keeping her right on the edge without mercy. "Watch how a real masochist takes it, you denied little whore. Maybe if you're good, I'll let you cum later."
The session with Giratina grew even more intense. Arkamal manifested crystalline restraints to pin her wings and tail, putting her in extreme bondage while he continued the merciless fucking. He used Destruction typing to make every impact feel like it was shattering her from the inside, then switched to Void to make shadowy tendrils invade every one of her holes simultaneously.
Giratina came multiple times, each orgasm more violent than the last, her body convulsing and antimatter energy exploding outward. But Arkamal never stopped. He kept going, chasing his own pleasure while feeding her the pain she craved.
After nearly an hour of nonstop, brutal, tentacle-filled destruction, Arkamal finally buried himself to the hilt inside Giratina's abused pussy and unleashed a massive load of glowing cosmic cum, flooding her until it overflowed and pooled beneath them.
He pulled out, breathing heavily, and looked over at the thoroughly denied Necrozma, still twitching and crying in her cage.
"Good girls, both-giratina and my pathetic caged pet," he said lazily, voice satisfied. "Now… who wants the next round?"
Palkia and Dialga floated closer with hungry eyes, while Giratina lay panting in a pool of mixed fluids, a blissful, broken smile on her face.
The Prime Nebula was going to be very busy for a long time.
The Prime Nebula pulsed with raw, unrestrained sexual energy. The air itself felt thick and heavy, saturated with the mingled scents of cosmic fluids, sweat-like energy, and the unmistakable musk of divine arousal. Necrozma remained helplessly trapped in her specialized cosmic cage, her head forced through the front opening, face flushed and tear-streaked with prismatic light. Her heavy breasts were squeezed tightly between the bars, nipples raw and sensitive from earlier tentacle abuse. At the rear, her dripping pussy and stretched ass were perfectly presented and accessible, still leaking thick ropes of Arkamal's glowing cum from previous rounds. The Void gag kept her reduced to constant, pathetic, muffled whimpers and sobs.
The tentacles buried in her holes continued their cruel, rhythmic thrusting — slow enough to keep her constantly on the agonizing edge of orgasm, but never enough to let her fall over. Every time her core began to flare too brightly, Arkamal would casually adjust the vibrations with a thought, denying her release yet again. She was nothing more than a denied, drooling, caged light-whore forced to watch her Master indulge with his sisters.
Arkamal floated in the center of it all, his True Form a towering monument of chaotic power. His wings had fully transformed into a writhing nightmare of thick Void-Destruction tentacles, each one ridged, barbed, and tipped with glowing suckers. His monstrous cock throbbed in the open air, still slick from Giratina's body, shifting textures and sizes as he cycled through typings with effortless Sovereign Shift.
Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina surrounded him, each of them marked by his earlier attentions — flushed, breathing heavily, bodies covered in glowing scratches, bite marks, and handprints.
"Alright, my dear sisters," Arkamal said with a lazy, immature grin, voice dripping with playful dominance. "Let's give my pathetic caged pet a real show. Necrozma — eyes open. Watch how real dragons take my cock."
He started with Palkia. Grabbing the Space Legendary by her hips, he yanked her forward and bent her over directly in front of Necrozma's cage. Without warning, he slammed his massive, ridged cock into her tight pussy in one brutal thrust. Palkia cried out in pleasure as he immediately began pounding her with deep, powerful strokes that made her massive breasts swing heavily.
"Fuck—! Arkamal, you're so deep!" Palkia moaned, pushing back against him.
"That's right, space-slut," he growled, spanking her ass hard. "Take your brother's cock like the greedy dimensional whore you are." His tentacles joined in, wrapping around her body, squeezing her breasts, choking her lightly, and even sliding one thick appendage into her mouth to muffle her moans.
Necrozma watched with wide, desperate eyes, her own holes being fucked by the relentless tentacles inside the cage. She whimpered pathetically, trying to beg around the gag, but no release came.
Arkamal didn't stop with Palkia. After several minutes of rough, reality-bending fucking that made space itself ripple around them, he pulled out and moved to Dialga. He manifested a glowing cosmic collar and leash on the Time Legendary, forcing her down onto all fours like a proper pet.
"Good girl," he cooed mockingly, tugging the leash hard as he mounted her from behind. "Such an obedient time-pet. Crawl for me while I fuck you." He thrust into her soaked pussy, pounding her with long, punishing strokes while making her crawl slowly around the cage so Necrozma could see every expression of pleasure on her face.
Dialga moaned brokenly, cheeks burning with humiliated arousal. "Yes… Master… I'm your worthless time-pet…"
The degradation continued as Arkamal railed her mercilessly, switching between praising her as a "good breeding bitch" and calling her a "desperate sister-slut who drops everything to get fucked." His tentacles lashed across her body, leaving stinging marks while others continued tormenting the caged Necrozma.
Finally, he turned back to Giratina, who had been waiting with hungry, masochistic eyes.
"Come here, you pain-addicted Reverse World whore," Arkamal snarled, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her down onto her back right beside the cage. He forced her legs wide apart and drove his cock into her with savage force, bottoming out instantly. Giratina screamed in pure ecstasy as he began destroying her pussy with brutal, destructive thrusts.
"Yes—! Harder! Hurt me more!" she begged, claws digging into his shoulders.
Arkamal obliged. He shifted fully into Void + Destruction, his cock growing thicker and more barbed while tentacles with sharp ridges whipped across her breasts, back, and thighs, leaving glowing welts. One tentacle choked her hard while another invaded her ass alongside a second cock-like appendage he manifested. He bit down on her neck, drawing energy as he rutted into her like a feral beast.
The sound of wet, violent slapping filled the nebula as he fucked Giratina with everything he had. Her masochistic body convulsed again and again, orgasms ripping through her as she begged for more pain and degradation.
All the while, Necrozma was forced to watch every second. The tentacles in her cage kept her edged mercilessly — fucking her pussy and ass, teasing her clit, sucking on her nipples — but never allowing her the release she so desperately craved. She was a sobbing, trembling, denied mess, core pulsing painfully bright as she witnessed her Master claim his sisters so thoroughly.
Arkamal switched between all three sisters fluidly for what felt like hours. He fucked Palkia in gravity-defying positions, made Dialga crawl and beg like a pet while he used her, and absolutely wrecked Giratina in the most sadistic, painful ways possible. Tentacles were everywhere — invading mouths, pussies, asses, wrapping around throats and limbs. The entire area became a chaotic, depraved orgy of divine bodies.
He came multiple times, flooding each sister in turn with thick loads of glowing cosmic seed until they were all leaking and marked as his.
Finally, after an exhaustive, marathon session, Arkamal slowed down. He pulled out of Giratina's abused body and floated back, breathing heavily but still radiating power. The three sisters lay sprawled around him in various states of blissful exhaustion.
Necrozma was still locked in her cage, a broken, denied wreck.
Arkamal smirked, then suddenly tilted his head. His cosmic senses picked up a faint ripple — a hidden viewing window. His eyes narrowed with mischievous realization as he traced the scrying magic back to its source.
In the distant Hall of Origin, Arceus was secretly watching through her portal. One of her thousand arms was buried between her hind legs, moving frantically as she masturbated to the obscene scene of her son dominating everyone. Her face was deeply flushed, eyes half-lidded in guilty pleasure, soft moans escaping her as she watched him use Necrozma, Palkia, Dialga, and especially the rough treatment of Giratina.
Arkamal's grin widened into a full, chaotic smile. He looked directly toward the hidden viewing window, making eye contact across dimensions.
"I know you're watching, Mom," he called out loudly, voice echoing with playful arrogance. "Enjoying the show? You can join next time if you want~"
Back in the Hall of Origin, Arceus froze mid-stroke, face burning with utter embarrassment as she realized she had been caught. The portal snapped shut instantly.
Arkamal laughed loudly, the immature, god-like sound ringing through the Prime Nebula as he turned back to his exhausted, satisfied harem and his still-denied caged pet.
The night was far from over.