The spore-island's heart throbbed like a second sun, a kilometer-wide fungal dome pulsing with biolum light. Aren Vale floated at its apex, tethered by nexus vines that had fully rooted under his skin—glowing traceries mapping his nerves from wrists to cock, heightening every input: the island's heartbeat syncing with his own, the wet slap of methane tides below, the electric tingle of Kael's proximity. His hazel eyes overlaid tactical grids: 68% chance of planetary counterattack, 22% Ascendancy orbital lock, 10% Seed overload. Calm held, but edged now—vines turning calculation into instinct.
Kael Riven anchored beside him, tattoos interfacing with the dome's neural crown. The ink swirled across his light-skinned chest, forming a living HUD that dipped low to frame his half-hard cock, still flushed from the zero-g warm-up in the stolen pod. Amber eyes met Aren's. "The island's waking," he said, voice husky from spore-dust. "Rhea's backdoor is live—triune's puppet in the reef. She's feeding them our pulse."
Below, the group assembled on a mycelium platform:
• Lira Voss—dark curves, vine-arm coiled with harpoon thorns.
• Jorik—burly engineer, scars from Orpheus collapse.
• Mara—medic, eyes haunted by Vex's sacrifice.
• Syl—child-AI orb, fractal light dim.
Rhea manifested—hologhost of the reef matriarch, eyes green with Judgment. "You feel too much," she intoned. "Silence the Seed. Or burn."
The island responded: fungal tendrils lashed, spore-bombs blooming acid clouds. Planetary defense—kraken vines rising from the sea, mouths gaping with memory-teeth.
Ritual ignition.
Zero-g dome became chamber. Bodies stripped, vines/tattoos glowing.
Aren center—kneeling on mycelium, cock exposed, hard and leaking. Kael behind, thrusting in slow—sap-slick, deep strokes hitting prostate with precision. "Pulse this," Kael growled, hand stroking Aren's length in rhythm.
Lira straddled Aren's face—musky heat grinding. Jorik took Kael's mouth, thick cock gagging. Mara pegged Jorik with vine-strap. Syl's orb pulsed, psychic threads linking: shared sensations flooding—Aren's prostate milked, Kael's balls slapped, Lira's clit throbbed.
Power built.
Seed amplified via tantric loop. Vines/tattoos interfaced with dome crown—hacking planetary net.
Rhea countered: memory-wraiths manifesting—Jax for Aren, Elian for Kael. Phantom fucks pulling at minds.
Defense erotic.
Aren calculated mid-thrust: "Overload the crown—tantric elevation."
Kael flipped Aren, railing reverse—cock dragging deep while vines lashed wraiths. Lira's harpoon pierced Rhea's holo, thorns dissolving code. Syl lanced psychic—child-voice screaming: "Feel me!"
Climax chained.
Cum jetting in zero-g fountains—Seed burst broadcasting. Planetary net flipped: krakens turned on Rhea, devouring her projection.
Harvester heist.
Post-ritual, group dove to the dome's core—stolen Ascendancy harvester drone, moon-sized, descending to harvest souls.
Kael's tattoos melted Vex's sacrifice code into the drone's firewall. "Backdoor's mine."
Zero-g infiltration: bodies floating through corridors, fucking for stealth—quick desperation thrusts silencing guards.
Aren strategized: "Redirect to Assimilator fragment—kamikaze seed bomb."
NSFW hack.
Kael interfaced physically—cock in port, tattoos pulsing data. Aren railed him from behind, prostate hits syncing upload. Cum-geyser triggered overload—drone veering off-course, crashing into orbital mirror array.
Cosmic hunt peaked.
Mirror shards rained, deflecting purge beams. Tenebrae bloomed life.
But Rhea's final whisper: "The chorus sings. 48 hours."
Pod escaped, group entwined—cum-slick, breathing synced.
Seed evolved. War pulsed.