The final day of the tenth year – Fusion, escape, and the first day of depraved freedom
The final 365 days of a decade-long imprisonment.
Counting every clench of Lýsa's tiny asshole around her cock, every thick drop of white cum that leaked from the girl's crack, every sleepy whimper in her dreams, Freya knew with absolute certainty: today was the last day.
She sat motionless upon the colossal living throne woven from millions of tentacles, a silent queen of darkness.
Her long, flawless snow-white legs were spread just wide enough for her half-erect 18 cm cock to rest buried inside Lýsa's warm, impossibly tight rear passage.
Each time the girl exhaled in her sleep, that little rosebud pulsed gently, milking the burning shaft like a hungry mouth nursing a giant nipple. A leftover ribbon of warm cum from last night's load oozed out with every squeeze, glistening on Freya's thigh under the deathly violet light.
Lýsa slept curled in her arms like a kitten.
Her golden head rested against Freya's full, snow-white breasts, dark-purple nipples stiff and brushing the girl's cheek.
Platinum-blonde hair spilled everywhere like liquid sunlight, covering both their torsos.
Tiny hands clung to Freya's narrow waist, delicate fingers digging in as if afraid her "sister" might vanish.
Soft pink lips parted, drool trickling down her chin and dripping onto Freya's chest.
Even beneath the thin tentacle-woven skirt, her little pink pussy still leaked honey-sweet nectar, inner thighs soaked from the lingering lust-rune.
Then, suddenly, the entire violet-black dimension shuddered with one final heartbeat, heavy, colossal, as though Yggdrasil itself had been strangled and taken its last breath.
Everything, the flesh floor, the flesh ceiling, the billions of tentacles tormenting distant victims, froze for one eternal second.
Freya opened her eyes.
Twin bottomless voids flashed with lethal violet light, like twin black stars exploding into life.
Lýsa jolted awake; her ass clenched hard in surprise, squeezing Freya's cock so fiercely the demoness let out a low, guttural moan of pleasure.
"S-Sister… what's happening…?"
For the first time in ten years, Freya answered with a genuine smile, no longer cold, no longer murderous, only tender warmth reserved solely for the girl in her arms.
"It's over, little one.
I'm done."
In that exact instant, the entire dimension detonated.
Trillions upon trillions of tentacles surged from every corner of the prison like a living black tides.
No longer savage toward outsiders, they knelt, trembled, and flung themselves at their one true mistress like fanatical worshippers.
They coiled around Freya's ankles, crawled up her thighs, slithered across her flat belly, slipped between her breasts, burrowed into every pore, weaving into muscle fiber, melting into blood and marrow.
It didn't hurt. It felt like millions of hot tongues licking her from the inside, pure molten ecstasy.
Her spine cracked "crack-crack-crack" in rapid succession.
Hundreds of black-violet tentacles erupted from her vertebrae, ribs, thighs, wrists, ankles, even her jaw, like a cactus sprouting thorns in the span of a heartbeat.
For three full seconds her skin turned completely transparent; beneath it, countless tiny tentacles could be seen racing like new veins, writhing, merging, fusing with her circulatory system.
Black-violet blood pulsed once through her veins, then flared crimson, stronger than ever.
Her breasts heaved; dark-purple nipples hardened to agonizing peaks and leaked shining silver fluid.
The 18 cm shaft buried in Lýsa's ass suddenly swelled thicker, growing another full centimeter in girth. Lýsa screamed sweetly, her asshole spasming wildly, pussy squirting in a high arc.
"Sister… ahh… it's too big… I-I can't…!"
Freya only smiled, one arm locked around Lýsa's tiny waist, the other stroking golden hair, letting the fusion continue.
Then everything stopped.
Her skin returned to flawless porcelain.
But beneath that perfect surface now slept trillions of tentacles, awaiting her command.
Five lines of blood-red runes seared themselves into her mind and soul:
1. Open spatial rifts anywhere, anytime, at will.
2. Grow tentacles from any part of her body, unlimited in number and size.
3. Transform her entire body into an immortal forest of tentacles if desired.
4. Summon tentacles from the void without physical contact.
5. Create the Intrinsic Realm "Eternal Flesh-Lust", a private dimension where she is absolute law; time, space, reality, life, and death bend to a single thought.
Freya closed her eyes, savoring the new power coursing through her veins like strong wine.
She opened them again, now vertical violet slits, beautiful and terrifying.
She leaned down, captured Lýsa's lips in a deep, devouring kiss, tongue coiling, drinking the girl's sweetness.
Her cock jerked once inside that tiny ass and unleashed a thick, warm flood of pure white cum, filling Lýsa's bowels until the girl arched and moaned in bliss.
Then Freya whispered against her ear, voice husky and intoxicating:
"Wake up, my love.
Sister is taking you to our new home."
Lýsa's tear-filled sapphire eyes fluttered open, asshole clenching again and making Freya moan once more.
"Our… new home…?"
Freya smiled, revealing perfect white teeth and two tiny violet-gleaming fangs.
"The real world.
I'm going to turn all Nine Realms into our playground…
and offer them to you as a wedding gift."
Lýsa blushed crimson, clinging to Freya's neck.
"I… I want to marry you right now…"
Freya threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the dying dimension.
"I will marry you.
But first, I'm going to kill everyone who kept me caged for ten years."
She rose, cradling Lýsa in her arms, 18 cm cock still proudly erect and pointing skyward.
Fusion complete.
Zetsumyo Freya was no longer a prisoner.
She was the prison itself.
And the prison had learned how to walk free.
Freya remained seated on the throne, Lýsa still impaled and sleeping peacefully, tiny asshole gently milking her shaft with every breath.
Thick white cum from the final load pooled at the girl's crack, trickling down Freya's thigh in glistening trails.
She bent down, lips brushing Lýsa's delicate ear, voice a sultry purr:
"Wake up, my love…
Time to leave this cage."
Lýsa stirred, sapphire eyes hazy with afterglow, asshole clenching hard in surprise and making Freya groan.
"We're… really going outside…?"
"Yes, little one."
Slowly, deliberately, Freya lifted Lýsa's hips.
The 18 cm shaft slid out with a wet "pop".
A thick torrent of creamy white cum immediately gushed from the twitching pink rosebud, running in rivulets down Freya's thighs, dragging silver strands of precum with it.
Lýsa whimpered at the sudden emptiness, arms flying around Freya's neck.
Freya stood.
The millions of tentacles clinging to the throne instantly wrapped around her legs, caressing, reluctant to let their mistress go.
With a lazy flick of her wrist they dissolved into violet dust, raining like flesh-confetti.
She cradled Lýsa princess-style, one arm under those soaked, plump little buttocks, the other behind her back, letting the girl naturally wrap her legs around Freya's waist, breasts pressed together, lips brushing.
"Hold tight."
Lýsa nodded, thighs squeezing, her still-dripping asshole smearing warm cum across Freya's lower belly.
Freya raised her right hand, palm forward, fingers curling as though grasping something invisible.
Space itself cracked "crack… crack… crack…" like breaking glass.
A vertical violet-black fissure over ten meters tall tore open from floor to ceiling, then exploded outward into a colossal maw.
The rift gaped like the womb of an ancient beast, edges flickering with black runes, violet lightning dancing along the rim.
Inside spun an endless spiral tunnel of living flesh, walls pulsing, millions of tentacles of every size reaching out, writhing, dripping glistening slime, beckoning their mistress home.
The stench of semen, blood, and raw meat flooded the air.
The wet "slurp… slurp…" of countless tentacles rubbing together sounded like an obscene symphony.
Lýsa pressed closer, half frightened, half delirious with excitement.
Freya stepped forward without hesitation.
As her bare foot touched the edge, thousands of tiny tentacles instantly coiled around her ankles, licking, tasting, saying goodbye.
One thick wrist-sized tentacle slithered up her thigh, teased her own asshole, then gently pushed inside as if begging her to stay.
Freya merely smiled and kept walking.
Tens of thousands of tentacles enveloped both their bodies, caressing from scalp to toe in a final farewell ritual.
One smooth tentacle brushed Lýsa's lips; the girl instinctively opened and sucked it, eyes fluttering in bliss.
Then Freya stepped fully into the tunnel.
With a deep, wet "THUMP", the rift closed behind them like a womb sealing after birth.
All tentacles withdrew and vanished.
Only endless violet darkness remained.
For the first time in exactly ten years…
the Sexual Prison Dimension of the Nine Realms was completely empty.
No more captive souls.
No more moans of ecstasy or despair.
Only deathly silence and a colossal violet-black scar slowly healing across reality.
Zetsumyo Freya was gone.
Taking her tiny lover with her.
And bringing the nightmare that would soon descend upon the Nine Realms.
At the same moment, in ruined Valhalla's ruins.
Heimdall stood upon the shattered Bifrost, golden eyes bleeding from strain, blowing Gjallarhorn until the horn itself cracked. The sound thundered across all nine realms:
"SUPREME ALERT!
THE MONSTER HAS BROKEN FREE!"
Baldr sat upon his blackened throne, face ashen, trembling so violently his silver crown clattered to the stone floor.
Thor slammed Mjölnir into the ground, cracking the very foundation of Valhalla, roaring like thunder:
"SUMMON EVERYONE!
Every surviving Aesir! Every surrendered Vanir! Every Einherjar!
HUNT THAT WHORE DOWN, DEAD OR ALIVE, PREFERABLY DEAD!"
Within three minutes the mightiest remaining divine army of Asgard assembled:
• Thor, lightning-wreathed Mjölnir in hand.
• One-handed Týr wielding a sword of pure light.
• Golden-eyed Heimdall who sees all.
• Freyr (now submissive) astride his golden boar Gullinbursti.
• Bragi, Ullr, Vidar, Vali, and tens of thousands of golden-armored Einherjar.
They charged into the lingering violet-black rifts, hunting the trail of Zetsumyo Freya.
The rift yawned open one last time and vomited forth two figures like a womb giving birth.
Freya stepped out first, completely naked, porcelain skin gleaming under the blood-red moonlight as though bathed in fresh gore.
Platinum hair whipped in the freezing wind, every strand soaked in cum and nectar from earlier lovemaking.
Her 18 cm cock stood proud and rigid, glossy purple head dripping silver precum, heavy balls swaying beneath.
Lýsa was carried princess-style, legs wrapped around Freya's hips, her little asshole still leaking the last warm load in slow white rivulets down Freya's thigh.
The moment their feet touched the ground, the land reacted.
Black sand sharp as razor blades sliced into Freya's bare soles, drawing hundreds of tiny crimson cuts.
But the instant blood touched the sand it was devoured, turning into wisps of violet smoke, as though the earth itself drank her.
No sun hung in the sky, only an enormous blood moon dominating half the horizon, its cracked surface bleeding crimson light like diluted gore.
The red glow painted everything in deathly hues: jagged obsidian mountains like monster fangs, forests of pure white bone, branches of ribs, leaves of finger bones clattering in the wind with the wails of a million souls.
The air reeked of rusted iron, burnt corpses, and ancient dried blood.
Lýsa shivered against Freya's chest, yet her sapphire eyes shone with mad excitement.
"Sister… where are we…? It's so beautiful… so terrifying…"
Before Freya could answer, the ground split.
A grotesque creature erupted from the black sand.
Once a Dark Elf, now a melted horror: gray skin sagging like molten wax, chunks sloughing off to reveal glossy black bone.
Eyeless sockets oozing black blood, shark-tooth maw drooling tar-like saliva, six-fingered claws raking the air.
It screeched and lunged for Freya's throat.
Freya's lips merely curled.
Ten thick black-violet tentacles materialized from thin air, no gesture needed, just a thought.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
They seized neck, limbs, torso, skull, stretching the creature until bones snapped and black blood sprayed.
Two more tentacles plunged into its screaming maw, hooked its tongue, and yanked it out like a living serpent.
The monster thrashed, splattering black gore across Freya and Lýsa's bodies, yet not a single drop touched their skin, repelled by an invisible violet barrier.
Freya stepped forward, bare feet leaving bloody footprints in the black sand.
She opened her mouth.
The tentacles stuffed the still-struggling creature head-first down her throat.
"Glurk… glurk… glug… glug…"
Her neck bulged grotesquely, segment by segment, as though swallowing an anaconda alive.
Cheeks stretched, throat doubled in width, yet she savored every inch, eyes half-lidded in pleasure as if drinking the finest wine.
Lýsa stared, unconsciously touching her own throat, then whispered breathlessly:
"Sister… you swallowed the whole monster… that's terrifying… but you look so beautiful…"
With a final wet "GULP", the head disappeared.
Freya licked her lips, long crimson tongue sweeping away the black blood.
The creature's memories flooded her mind like a tidal wave:
• Svartalfheim… realm of the Dark Elves…
• Where light has been forbidden since creation…
• Where a great branch of Yggdrasil was severed, its world-blood forming black rivers…
• Where survivors rip apart and drink their kin, fucking corpses to continue the species…
• Once ruled by Queen Malekith, now only madness and monsters remain…
Freya's vertical violet pupils flashed.
She threw her head back and laughed.
The laugh echoed under the blood moon, cracking the ground, shaking the bone forest, stilling even the freezing wind for one heartbeat.
"Ha… haha… HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!"
The demoness's first truly free laughter in ten years.
She bent and kissed Lýsa's forehead, voice soft as a lullaby:
"Welcome to freedom, my love."
Lýsa snuggled closer, arms tight around Freya's neck, eyes shining, lips curving into an innocent yet utterly depraved smile:
"I already love this place… because you're here with me…"
Freya stroked her hair, gazing toward the distant horizon where thunder and divine hoofbeats approached.
"Yes.
And from now on, this entire world will be our bedroom."
The blood-red moon bathed them both, the newly escaped demoness and her tiny hermaphrodite beloved, painting the most beautifully horrific erotic portrait Svartalfheim had ever witnessed.
Freya raised her right hand.
Space above the black stone plain tore open. A colossal sphere of living flesh 300 meters in diameter materialized from nothing, its outer surface writhing with violet-black tentacles. Inside was the Intrinsic Realm "Eternal Flesh-Lust".
Outside: flaying winds, blood moon.
Inside: zero gravity, warm violet-black air thick with the scent of cum and honey, millions of tentacles drifting like giant kelp, floor a breathing wall of flesh. Time dilated, 24 hours inside equaled a mere 14 minutes 24 seconds outside.
Freya floated supine in the center, arms spread as though crucified on an invisible cross, perfect legs straight, 18 cm cock painfully erect, veins bulging, glossy head dripping silver precum like a proud living pillar.
"For the next 24 hours, I belong entirely to you.
Rip me apart, kill me with pleasure, do whatever you want.
I will lie still. No tentacles from me. Only you play."
Lýsa stood before her in a tiny white dress woven of tentacles that barely covered half her ass, golden hair in high twin tails, sapphire eyes gleaming with madness.
Her body had grown to resemble an eighteen-year-old mortal girl, full breasts, tiny waist, plump ass, yet her face remained innocently childlike and utterly broken.
She knelt between Freya's thighs, trembling hands wrapping around the burning 18 cm shaft.
"You… you'll really stay still…? I'm afraid I'll break you…"
Freya smiled tenderly.
"Destroy me however you like. I'm yours."
Lýsa blushed, then lowered her head.
Her tiny pink tongue traced one long lick from base to tip, gathering the sweet silver precum.
She opened as wide as possible, took the massive head, throat visibly bulging as the shaft forced its way down. Tears spilled, but she pushed deeper, deeper, until her nose pressed against Freya's pelvis and all 18 cm were buried in her small throat.
"Slurp… slurp… glug… glug… hrrk…"
Lewd, wet, obscene sounds filled the realm. Saliva poured down her chin, dripping onto Freya's breasts in long glistening strands. Lýsa sucked frantically for nearly twenty minutes, face crimson, eyes rolling back, tears and snot streaming, refusing to release.
Finally she pulled off, foaming at the mouth, lips swollen and connected to the cockhead by thick strands of mixed fluids.
"Sister… now… I want to fuck you with mine… please…?"
Freya smiled. A brand-new, virgin-tight pink pussy appeared just below the base of her cock, dripping, clenching hungrily.
Lýsa climbed atop, straddling Freya's belly, gripping her own rigid 11.5 cm cock, head already leaking white.
"Sister… I'm going in, okay…?"
"Ruin me, baby."
Lýsa sank down.
The tiny glans touched Freya's new cunt; the folds instantly clamped and sucked like a thousand eager mouths. Lýsa moaned long and sweet, sliding all 11.5 cm home in one slick motion.
"Aaaaaah… so tight… so hot… it's sucking me… I'm… I'm gonna cum already…!"
She began to ride.
Slow → faster → frenzied.
Every downward thrust produced a lewd "SLAP", juices spraying, her little cock pistoning in and out with wet "schlick-schlick" sounds.
Lýsa sobbed as she rode:
"I'm fucking you… I'm really fucking you… you're mine… my wife forever…!"
Freya stroked her hair.
"Yes, I'm your personal fucktoy. Break me."
But that was only the prelude.
After ten minutes of furious pussy-fucking, Lýsa suddenly stopped, spun Freya onto her back, then straddled again, this time aligning her tiny pink asshole directly over Freya's towering 18 cm shaft.
Tears of joy in her eyes, voice trembling with lust:
"Sister… now I want to sit on you… I want my little asshole to swallow you whole… I want you to fuck my ass until it's ruined… I want my belly swollen with your cum…"
Freya caressed those perfect white cheeks.
"Sit, baby. That little rosebud was born to be my personal cum dump."
Lýsa lowered herself slowly.
The massive head pressed against the impossibly small ring; the ring stretched white, then yielded with a wet "SCHLOP".
Eighteen centimeters buried to the hilt in one terrifying slide. Her lower belly visibly bulged in the exact shape of Freya's cock, as though pregnant with living meat.
Lýsa arched and screamed in rapture, tears streaming, drool:
"You're… all the way inside my ass… I'm… I'm just your cum sleeve forever…"
She began to bounce.
Slow at first, then faster, then completely feral.
Every drop produced a wet "SLAP-SLAP-SLAP", her tiny asshole dragging pink insides out with each upward pull, then swallowing them again on the way down.
Lýsa whimpered between bounces:
"Do you… like it, Sister…? Is my ass… making you feel good…? Is it tight enough… to make you cum…?"
Freya's voice was velvet:
"It's heaven. You're my only treasure. Your little asshole is the tightest paradise I've ever known."
Lýsa burst into happy tears and suddenly spun around, back to Freya's chest, gripping her thighs, riding reverse-cowgirl with insane speed, belly distending and flattening with each thrust.
Tentacles materialized to join the symphony:
• One wrist-thick tentacle speared Lýsa's virgin-tight pussy to the womb, pounding in perfect rhythm, squirting every withdrawal.
• Another wrapped her 11.5 cm cock and sucked the head like a vacuum.
• Two more latched onto her nipples, stretching them into long pink ropes then releasing with wet "plops".
• Two more slid into her ears and nose, pumping hallucinogenic aphrodisiac slime.
They screamed together in perfect depraved harmony.
"Aaahhh… Sister… cum… cum in my ass… fill my guts… make me pregnant with your seed…!"
Every time Freya erupted, thick, warm, pure-white cum flooded Lýsa's intestines in powerful jets, bloating her belly like five months pregnant, excess pouring out in obscene white rivers.
They climaxed together over fifteen times in that position alone, Lýsa's own smaller loads caught by tentacles and pumped straight back into Freya's ass.
Over the remaining 24 hours they tried every position imaginable:
• Lýsa sitting on Freya's face until she nearly suffocated in pussy juice.
• Floating 69, Lýsa deepthroating 18 cm while Freya devoured both her cock and cunt at once.
• Reverse doggy, Lýsa on all fours above Freya slamming downward.
• Standing carry, Lýsa's legs locked around Freya's hips, bouncing until cum rained like white storm.
Each time Lýsa came inside Freya's new pussy she sobbed:
"I love you… more than anything… you're my wife… my mommy… my everything…"
When the realm's clock struck exactly 24 hours (barely fifteen minutes outside), Lýsa collapsed onto Freya's chest, body drenched in sweat, cum, nectar, tears, saliva.
Her belly hugely swollen with Freya's seed, asshole gaping and unable to close, thick white cream still oozing out.
"Sister… I… I'm so happy… I want to die inside you forever…"
Freya kissed her damp hair.
"Me too, baby.
But this is only the first day of freedom."
Outside the sphere, the blood moon still hung.
The thunder of divine hooves and Mjölnir's roar were now right beside them.
Freya's violet-slit eyes gleamed.
She hugged Lýsa tight, tens of thousands of tentacles erupting from the void around them, ready for war.
"Now it's my turn to play with them."
Zetsumyo Freya is completely free.
Her new powers have awakened.
And beneath Svartalfheim's blood-red moon,
the hunt has just become a hunt in reverse.