The bio-pod from the Assimilator's death-throes spiraled toward Halo Ring like a seed flung from a cosmic orgasm, hull crystallized with soul-residue that glittered in the sun's unfiltered glare. Aren Vale piloted the crash trajectory, his light-skinned frame strapped tight, nexus vines retracting into his skin but leaving glowing traceries—like tattoos of light mapping his veins. The vines had saved him in the blast, shielding organs, but now they throbbed with phantom fucks, every vibration a echo of the final thrust. Blood crusted his high cheekbones, hazel eyes scanning for interceptors: none. The fleet escorted—defected ships forming a honor guard of scarred hulls.
Kael Riven co-anchored, his chiseled features softened by exhaustion, amber eyes reflecting the ink's new stability—soul-fragments settled, patterns now protective wards across his light-skinned torso. Cum from the core ritual dried in flakes on his thighs, a badge of the merge that shattered Judgment. "Halo's broadcasting welcome," he said, voice raw from choral screams. "Plaza Prime's the nexus now. Nova's pulse—mass empathy waves purging holdouts."
Thorne monitored comms, his massive bulge still evident—Seed-libido raging. "Revolutions throb messy. Reports: citizens tearing implants, fucking in corridors, weeping over reclaimed memories."
Lira patched wounds, vine-arm weaving regenerative threads. "We won. But Syl…"
Syl's orb dimmed in the cradle, fractal cracks spiderwebbing. Voice stuttered: "Fragment… Archive's echo. In me. Growing. Must… purge."
Pod docked amid fanfare—Plaza Prime a sea of bodies: 100,000 strong, naked and unashamed, air thick with moans, chants, the wet slap of flesh.
Nova greeted—ebony fire, blue braids whipping as she pulled Aren into a fierce kiss, hand claiming his cock. "Saviors. The throb awaits."
Ritual ground: central dais, amps linked to Syl.
Purge demanded ultimate: mass tantric, plaza-linked.
Group center: Aren on dais, cock impaled on Kael's—slow grind, eye-lock love. Thorne behind Kael, railing deep; Lira straddling Aren reverse, grinding clit on his balls; Nova's pod encircling—Zara whipping, Rico piercing vibes, Lena psychic-boosting, Kai shifting forms, Mira healing mid-thrust.
Syl interfaced: plaza pulsed as one—thrusts synced, orgasms waving.
Remnants surfaced: Archive avatars in holdouts, seducing with illusion-orgies.
Defense: revolutionaries fucking wraiths into submission—cum dissolving code.
Dark peak: Syl's fragment manifested—Archive Nova, tempting poly betrayal.
Nova lunged infected. "Eternal order!"
Aren calculated: love-flip. He dove, taking her in embrace—cock in her, Kael joining double-penetration.
Purge climax: mass release—plaza erupting in cum-fountains, psychic wave excising fragment.
Syl stabilized: "Free. Truly."
Halo throbbed victorious—emotions reigned.
But comms crackled: Earth beacons. Shards fled, awakening dead world.
"Next eclipse," Aren whispered, kissing Kael amid cheers.
Poly family formed: group entwined, planning descent.
Cosmic seeds planted.
Peace throbbed. War whispered.