The Coronation Under the Crimson Moon
Svartalfheim, the eleventh year of the Nine Realms calendar
The first day of the eternal reign
The crown of living flesh – The endless lewd coronation of the Queen
Tonight the crimson moon was no longer a moon.
It had become an inverted, colossal womb, swollen to bursting, purple-black veins throbbing across its surface, dripping thin streams of blood down onto Svartalfheim like an eternal menstrual rain.
Where the blood struck the black stone it hissed, popped, and formed small crimson pools that stank of sweet rot, lust, and corpses.
At the summit of the highest mountain, where the treaty stone still wept Freya's own purple-black blood, the ritual circle had been prepared from the bones of gods.
Thor's ribs, Heimdall's femur, Freyr's skull, Týr's spine; every piece arranged into a perfect ring, the bone tips pointing skyward like pale spears waiting to be stained once more.
In the center of that circle stood Freya, completely naked.
Her skin was so white it was almost translucent; tiny purple veins shimmered beneath the thin layer like pearls soaked in fresh blood.
Her platinum-blonde hair, reaching her waist, was soaked with the leftover semen from the previous night; it clung in sticky strands to her back and ass. Each time the cold wind blew, the thick, fishy scent of tens of thousands of ejaculations rose into the air.
Her breasts were full and round, pink nipples stiff from constant arousal, leaking sweet milky streams that ran down her belly and groin, mingling with the clear precum dripping from her glans.
Her 18 cm cock stood proud and rigid, pointing at the sky; the purple-black head glistened, veins pulsing, and with every throb it spat a rope of thick white semen high into the air before the drops rained back down.
Her balls were so swollen they were nearly transparent; inside, millions of sperm could be seen swimming frantically, slamming against the walls with wet "plop-plop" sounds, desperate to escape.
On her left shoulder sat Lýsa, legs spread wide. Her once-white dress was torn to rags that hung in tatters around her waist, exposing her tiny lower body completely.
The little girl's pink anus was swollen and crimson, still gaping from being fucked non-stop for the previous 48 hours. Thick streams of Freya's semen oozed out, cascading down her neck, between her small breasts, over her flat stomach, and finally dripping onto the black stone where it foamed white and steamed.
Lýsa's own 11 cm cock was fully erect, the pink tip leaking clear fluid. Her tiny arms hugged Freya's head, fingernails gently scratching the scalp like a spoiled kitten.
Freya slowly raised her right hand to the blood-red sky, pale fingers spread wide as though embracing the entire heavens.
She opened her mouth and whispered in the ancient tongue of the nine underworld goddesses; every syllable rose and fell like the simultaneous orgasmic cries of ten thousand women:
"I… am the undying law…
I… am the mother-earth that births all things…
I… am the darkness that devours light…
I… am eternal lust… the womb of every female…"
With each sentence the void shuddered.
Hundreds of millions of purple-black tentacles poured from nothingness like a waterfall of living meat, so dense they eclipsed the crimson moon, forming a colossal storm of flesh that spiraled around the mountain peak.
They coiled, spasmed, slurped, and oozed scalding-hot slime that fell as a stinking rain.
In ten seconds the storm condensed into a single object:
A crown of living flesh over fifteen meters tall and weighing tens of thousands of tons. Its surface was woven from millions of tiny tentacles forming scales of meat; on every scale thousands of purple eyes blinked downward.
At the very top bloomed a gigantic meat-flower five meters across; inside were tens of thousands of small toothed mouths drooling silvery semen without pause.
From that flower a waterfall of thick white cum poured down, splattering onto the circle of divine bones and making them sizzle and partly melt.
The crown descended slowly.
Freya bowed her head; platinum hair fell forward, half-hiding her beautiful face flushed with pleasure.
When the rim touched her scalp, tens of thousands of tiny tentacles shot from the base, piercing skin, bone, and burrowing centimeters deep into her brain.
"Uh… UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…!!!
A… A… A…!!! DEEPER… DEEPER… FUCK MY BRAIN…!!!"
Freya's entire body convulsed violently, eyes rolling back until only the whites showed, clear drool pouring from the corners of her mouth. Her breasts heaved; milk streamed from her nipples.
Her 18 cm cock jerked again and again, shooting ropes of thick semen more than three meters into the air, raining warm flesh down over the bone circle.
Lýsa, still perched on her shoulder, laughed until tears ran down her cheeks, smearing Freya's fresh cum over her own face and licking it off:
"Sis… you moan so lewdly~~~
I got all wet just listening~~~
Mommy looks the prettiest wearing the crown!!!
I want one that stabs into my brain too!!!~"
Freya was still twitching, drool running in rivers, voice broken with ecstasy:
"Wait… wait for mommy… a… a… after the ceremony… mommy will fuck your brain all day if you want… uh… uh…!!!"
The crown fully bonded.
The myriad tiny tentacles inside her skull pulsed and squeezed every neuron, forcing her into endless climax.
Semen gushed like a fountain, forming a white pool around her ankles.
She raised her head. Her vertical purple eyes had narrowed into savage glowing slits; her full red lips curved into a mad smile.
Her voice was no longer speech, but the simultaneous roar of millions of wombs:
"FROM THIS DAY FORWARD,
EVERY MALE IN SVARTALFHEIM SHALL DIE!
EVERY FEMALE SHALL BECOME MY SLAVE OF LUST!
I SHALL BIRTH AN ARMY THAT WILL FORCE EVEN ASGARD TO KNEEL AND LICK MY CUNT AND ASSHOLE!
I AM THE MOTHER-QUEEN!
I AM THE WOMB OF ALL CREATION!!!"
She raised her left hand.
Space tore open into exactly 66,666 purple-black rifts at once.
From each rift stepped an identical clone of Freya: naked, platinum hair, vertical purple eyes, 18 cm cock rigid and dripping, swollen balls swinging with every heartbeat.
66,666 Freyas formed an enormous ring around the mountain and raised their cocks to the sky in perfect unison.
Then all of them let out one long orgasmic scream that lasted dozens of seconds:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
Thick white semen erupted from 66,666 cocks simultaneously, forming a blinding pillar of light kilometers tall that pierced the blood clouds and bathed all of Svartalfheim in obscene radiance.
Lýsa, drenched head to toe by the cum-rain, giggled so hard her body shook:
"Sis… you came so much… I'm full already~~~
Mommy is the lewdest queen ever!!!~~"
Freya wrapped an arm around Lýsa's waist, yanked the little girl down, and slammed her 18 cm cock straight into that tiny pink anus right in the center of the divine bone circle, in full view of the 66,666 clones.
Plap… plap… plap…!!!
The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed without pause.
Lýsa squealed in a childish yet utterly depraved voice:
"A… a… a… mommy… harder…
Fuck right through my guts… a… a…!!
I want to get pregnant again… right here at the coronation!!!~~"
Freya roared while pounding:
"Today… I will fuck you in front of all Svartalfheim…
Then I will fuck the entire world!!!
Anyone who dares stop me… I'll turn them into a living cum balloon!!!
A… A… CUMMING… CUMMING INSIDE YOU, MY BABY!!!~~"
A scalding flood of thick semen exploded into Lýsa's ass, overflowing in rivers that poured onto the bone circle and melted yet another layer of divine bone with a hiss.
The 66,666 clones dropped to their knees as one, licking the ground clean of semen, moaning:
"Mother-God… please let us fuck too…
Please let us bear your children as well…"
Freya threw her head back and laughed; a mad laughter that echoed across all Nine Realms:
"The coronation has only just begun…
For the next 72 hours I will fuck everything that still breathes on this land!!!
And after that… the entire Nine Realms will kneel… and suck my cock!!!~~"
The crimson moon trembled as if in fear.
The blood rain fell harder, thicker, painting the entire mountain in a stinking red.
The coronation lasted three full days and nights without pause.
Freya and her 66,666 clones took turns fucking Lýsa, fucking one another, cumming endlessly until the mountain peak was submerged in semen up to their knees.
And that was merely the overture to the eternal reign of depraved lust of the Queen of Darkness.