The Total Purge of the Male Sex – The Great Carnal Massacre of the 66,666 Demonesses
The very instant the final jet of coronation semen rocketed a thousand meters into the sky and fell back as a scalding, thick white rain of flesh, the living-flesh crown atop the original Freya's head gave one last deep, wet throb, like the greatest womb contracting one final time before giving birth to hell itself.
66,666 clones raised their heads as one.
Vertical purple eyes narrowed into slits that blazed with killing lust.
Every single 18 cm cock gave one last savage jerk and fired a three-meter-long rope of thick white semen skyward, the ultimate declaration of war against everything in Svartalfheim that still bore a phallus.
Then they vanished.
Space shattered.
66,666 purple-black rifts tore the heavens open at once; crimson moonlight poured into the cracks as though being sucked into the Queen's own womb.
All of Svartalfheim shuddered, as if being fucked by something colossal and invisible.
Hour 1 – Duskblades Citadel
The Square of Pulped Meat becomes a Sea of Black-and-White Semen
The Queen's first carnal massacre
Duskblades, once the proudest fortress of Svartalfheim, was now nothing more than a colossal cunt in its final death-spasms.
Hundred-meter obsidian walls wept black blood from every crack; banners snapped in half; gates lay in splinters; corpses of warriors hung from the battlements like torn cum-bags.
In the center of the mirror-black obsidian plaza, the last 120,000 male Dark Elf warriors formed a shield-and-spear phalanx. Gleaming black armor, three-meter shadow blades pointed at the sky, roaring like a boiling black tide.
Then a single small purple-black rift opened.
One clone of Freya stepped through, silent as death.
Completely naked.
Platinum hair whipping down to her waist in the stinking wind.
Full, round breasts, pink nipples stiff and leaking sweet white milk.
18 cm cock arrogantly erect, pointing at the heavens; purple-black glans glistening, veins throbbing, dripping fat drops of silvery precum onto the obsidian.
Every drop that struck the stone went "plop" with a blinding white flash; then the stone exploded into a smoking crater, as though the very earth were being burned by the Queen's lust.
She smiled, red lips parting to reveal sharp white teeth still flecked with dried blood from the coronation.
Then she opened her mouth.
Very slowly.
Very wide.
So wide the corners tore to her ears; purple-black blood streamed down her chin, neck, and between her breasts.
"Glurp… glurp… glurpppppppppppp…"
A wet, horrific retching rose from her throat, as though a womb had just broken its water.
Millions of purple-black tentacles erupted like a waterfall of living meat: each one thick as a temple pillar, hundreds of meters long, covered in quivering meat-bubbles and pulsing veins. The tips flared into five-meter-wide meat-flowers lined with tens of thousands of serrated, toothed maws gaping hungrily.
They swept sideways.
0.3 seconds.
Only 0.3 seconds.
120,000 male warriors became 120,000 piles of minced meat: white bone fragments flying, organs rolling, severed cocks and testicles scattered across the ground like broken eggs.
Tentacles punched through chests, throats, anuses, eye sockets, urethras, and straight into scrotums, making balls explode "pop-pop" into puddles of thick black semen.
Black armor tore like used toilet paper and flew everywhere.
Black blood rained, hissing "ssssssss" as it boiled on the stone.
The mightiest commander, muscles rippling, half-meter cock rigid with terror, was hoisted ten meters into the air by a tentacle around his neck.
He roared in desperation:
"NO… I'M THE COMMANDER… I CAN SURRENDER… A… A…!!!"
Another house-thick tentacle speared from behind; the flared meat-tip became a spear of flesh and slammed straight into his asshole.
PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!
One single thrust through his entire gut.
The tentacle tunneled all the way to his stomach and yanked out over fifteen meters of steaming, twitching intestines like pulling a living black python from his body, dripping black blood and shit.
He screamed in abject horror, tears and drool spraying together:
"NO… NOOOOOOOO… MY ASS… I DON'T WANT TO DIE THROUGH MY ASSSSSSS… A… A… AAAAAAA!!!"
The tentacle blossomed into a gigantic meat-flower; tens of thousands of serrated maws clamped onto his head and chewed "crunch-crunch-crunch," black blood fountaining, mixing with the thick white semen the clone's cock was continuously spurting from the sheer pleasure of slaughter.
Her cock jerked in violent spasms, shooting ropes of semen over ten meters high that rained down onto the sea of gore, making it boil and steam.
In three seconds the entire plaza became a knee-deep lake of minced meat, white bone, organs, and a swirling mixture of black and white semen, scalding hot.
The clone walked through that lake, snow-white feet squelching through guts, lungs, crushed testicles; platinum hair dancing in the reeking wind, cock still arrogantly erect, precum dripping into the black blood and making it bubble like it was being cooked by the Queen's desire.
She bent down, picked up a still-faintly beating Dark Elf heart, licked it once, then crushed it in her fist; black blood ran between her breasts.
She licked the blood from her lips and whispered in a voice so honey-sweet it was horrifying, echoing across the ruined citadel:
"Worthless males… nothing but fertilizer for my womb…
Your blood will soak the mother-earth to feed my future children…
Your crushed testicles will be ground into sweet milk for my coming army to drink…
Your assholes will be fucked until they burst as a warning to any creature that still dares carry a cock before me…
Ha… ha… ha… ha… ha… ha…!!!"
Her laughter rang out like ten thousand women climaxing at once, shaking the entire fortress.
Then she raised her hand.
The remaining millions of tentacles blossomed all at once; every gaping maw sucked the souls of the 120,000 freshly slaughtered warriors into their toothed throats.
The plaza fell silent for one heartbeat.
Then exploded into a blinding rain of thick white semen from the clone's cock, coating the entire lake of gore until Duskblades became one gigantic, steaming, black-and-white semen sea.
Hour 1 ended.
The proudest citadel of Svartalfheim had officially become
"The first cunt deflowered by the Queen's lust."
And that was only the overture.
Hour 8 – Black Abyss
The oldest shadow dragon is fucked to death through all three holes
The final sacrifice of Svartalfheim's male sex
Black Abyss: the deepest cavern in all Nine Realms, a place light has never touched, where darkness is so thick it can be sliced into slabs.
At its heart slept the last living shadow dragon: Vyr'thrax the Everblack.
1,400 meters long, body clad in obsidian scales sharp as swords, folded wings blanketing the cavern ceiling, eyes burning like twin blood-moons.
Its colossal draconic cock (over a hundred meters long and nearly ten meters thick) stood fully erect from the premonition of death, drooling thick black precum that hissed and melted the stone wherever it fell.
The dragon roared. The sound shattered the mountain itself; black fire erupted in a pillar a thousand meters high, turning the air to ash.
Three purple-black rifts tore open at once.
Three naked Freya clones stepped through, platinum hair whipping in the firestorm, snow-white skin gleaming like blood-soaked pearl, 18 cm cocks arrogantly rigid, glans dripping silvery precum that exploded "pop-pop" against the stone.
They looked upon the dragon and smiled a sweet, lethal smile.
Not a word was spoken.
All three transformed at once.
Three titanic tentacles burst from their backs: each over 150 meters tall, fifty meters thick, surfaces crawling with tens of thousands of hungry purple eyes and millions of razor-toothed maws.
Tentacle One – The Throat of Hell
The first shot forward like a violet-black thunderbolt, coiled around the dragon's neck, and crushed.
Obsidian scales shattered into raining shards.
Black blood jetted a hundred meters high, forming scalding lakes on the cavern floor.
The dragon roared and thrashed, but every struggle only tightened the noose; cervical vertebrae cracked like breaking mountains.
Tentacle Two – The Ancient Dragon's Asshole
The second struck from behind. Its tip flared into a ten-meter-wide spear of meat and speared straight into the dragon's virgin anus, untouched for ten thousand years.
PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!
One apocalyptic thrust.
The dragon's asshole was stretched from two meters to over forty in an instant; the anal ring everted into a gigantic black meat-flower as steaming black intestines cascaded out like a waterfall.
The tentacle burrowed over three hundred meters deep, then yanked backward, dragging out hundreds of meters of glistening black guts (living meat-pythons) while Vyr'thrax screamed:
"GRRROOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRR… NO… MY ASS… I AM A DRAGON… NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
The intestines, still hot and twitching, spilled in smoking heaps of dragon shit and black blood.
Tentacle Three – The Mouth and Heart of the King of Darkness
The third plunged straight into the roaring, fire-spewing maw.
It punched through throat, esophagus, lungs, and heart, then burst out the center of the dragon's chest dragging the still-beating black heart (larger than a house) behind it.
Blood from the heart fountained a thousand meters high, falling like hell-rain.
The dragon convulsed in agony; its monstrous cock erupted endless rivers of thick black dragon-cum (kilometers long, so foul the very air curdled).
The three clones laughed in perfect unison and hosed the dying beast with scalding white semen.
Queen-white cum mixed with dragon blood and black semen into steaming rivers of depravity that filled the cavern with the stench of lust and death.
Then they pulled.
CRAAAAAAAACK!
The dragon was torn into four still-living pieces: head, fore-body, hind-body, wings.
Each colossal chunk was seized by tens of thousands of meat-flowers and devoured (bones snapping, crunching, flesh ripping, black blood raining).
The dragon's colossal soul (a roaring shadow of pure despair) was sucked screaming into the maws and chewed to nothing.
The three clones stood ankle-deep in the dragon's steaming remains, snow-white feet smeared with black blood and dragon cum, cocks still rock-hard, precum dripping and melting the corpse beneath them.
In perfect chorus they licked the black blood from their lips and spoke in voices sweet as poisoned honey:
"The last male… is dead.
Even the most ancient dragon had to be fucked to death through all three holes…
Now Svartalfheim will know only the moans of females spreading their legs… to be bred by me…"
They came one final time, painting the entire cavern with thick white semen until Black Abyss became one gigantic womb brimming with cum and blood.
The last dragon was dead.
Fucked to death through throat, heart, and asshole by three clones of Freya.
Not a single male remained strong enough to defy the Queen.
Only trembling females remained, waiting to be filled.
Hour 24 – Deathgrove
One million male dark goblins ass-fucked to ruin, then torn apart through all three holes
The final carnal massacre of the surface-dwelling males
Deathgrove was no longer a forest.
It was a white-bone necropolis stretching hundreds of kilometers: thousand-meter skeletal trees stabbing the sky, ancient goblin corpses dangling from every branch like wind-chimes of death.
The wind howled through the bones like a million souls begging for one last fuck.
Then the last million living male dark goblins surged out of the ossuary like a living black tide.
Glossy black skin, crimson eyes, needle teeth, small cocks rigid with terror and the scent of doom.
They roared and loosed a sky-blotting volley of poisoned arrows.
Ten purple-black rifts tore open at once.
Ten naked Freya clones stepped through, platinum hair whipping in the bone-wind, 18 cm cocks pointing proudly skyward, precum dripping in fat silver drops that melted the bone beneath them into hissing puddles.
The arrows never touched them; they turned to ash the instant they grazed the clones' skin.
All ten transformed in perfect unison.
Ten colossal tentacles erupted from their backs: each over a thousand meters tall, a hundred meters thick, surfaces crawling with purple eyes and millions of razor-toothed maws.
They raised the tentacles high, then swept sideways.
A violet-black storm of living meat.
White bone exploded into dust.
Goblin flesh became raining meat.
Black blood fell in torrents, painting the sky red.
Millions of goblins were bisected, gutted, pulped in the blink of an eye.
Their small cocks were snapped off; testicles crushed into sprays of thick black cum.
The final chieftain: Kral'zeth "Blackblade"
Only one remained: the tallest, nearly five meters of rippling muscle, his almost one-meter cock rigid with mortal dread, trying to flee deeper into the bone forest.
A tentacle the size of a tower wrapped his ankle and dragged him back to the center like a disobedient hound.
He was slammed face-down into a lake of his comrades' black blood and semen.
A clone reverted to human shape, placed one snow-white foot between his shoulder blades, and smiled sweetly:
"You're the last male still standing on this earth…
So I'll personally break your ass in before you die."
Her 18 cm cock (tiny compared to his frame) was harder than divine steel, purple-black glans drooling scalding precum, aimed straight at his virgin black anus.
"NO… NOT ME… I'M THE CHIEFTAIN… I CAN… A… A… A… AAAAAA!!!"
PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!!!
She pounded his ass at impossible speed, every thrust burying to the hilt, forcing nearly a meter of his own intestines to prolapse outward before slamming them back in.
He screamed, tears and drool spraying, his monstrous cock erupting black cum in ten-meter geysers from the forced, agonizing pleasure.
While she fucked him, hundreds of smaller tentacles descended:
• Two hooked into his eye sockets and ripped both eyeballs out, optic nerves dangling like wet strings.
• One sliced his tongue off and chewed it with wet crunches.
• Dozens flayed his back in huge strips, peeling skin like banana peel.
• Two snapped his spine with wet cracks, paralyzing him from the neck down, leaving only the ability to moan.
He croaked hoarsely:
"FUCK… FUCK ME TO DEATH… MY ASS… THE QUEEN IS FUCKING MY ASS… IT FEELS SO GOOD I'M DYING… A… A… A…!!!"
The clone laughed, pulled out, leaving his ruined anus gaping like a black crater oozing blood and thick white semen.
Then she signaled.
Three skyscraper-sized tentacles descended from the heavens:
1. The first speared straight down his screaming throat, punched through lungs and heart, and yanked the massive black heart out through his mouth.
2. The second slammed into his destroyed asshole and dragged every meter of his intestines out like pulling a hundred-meter meat-rope.
3. The third thrust into his urethral slit, pumping thick white semen backward into his bladder until his abdomen swelled, then exploded in a wet BOOM, spraying organs everywhere.
The final chieftain was torn into three pieces through all three holes, black blood fountaining thirty meters high.
The ten clones came in perfect unison, hosing the million corpses with thick white semen until the entire bone forest became a vast black-and-white cum-sea.
Then millions of meat-flowers blossomed, sucking every goblin soul into toothed maws and devouring them with wet, crunching gulps.
The clones stood ankle-deep in the carnage, licking black blood from their lips, whispering:
"One million asses have been claimed…
One million souls have been swallowed…
Now only the females remain, wet and trembling, waiting for me…"
They came one final time, ten blinding white pillars of semen punching through the blood-clouds.
Deathgrove fell silent.
Only the soft drip-drip of white cum eating through melting bone.
Hour 24 ended.
Not a single male still breathed on the surface of Svartalfheim.
Only the females remained, huddled among the bones, cunts soaked with terror and the instinctive knowledge that very, very soon, they would be fucked until they swelled with the Queen's brood.
Hour 48 – Bloodvenom Lake
Tens of thousands of male black mermen pumped full of semen until their bellies explode
The final underwater sacrifice of the male sex
Bloodvenom: a poison lake over fifty kilometers wide, its surface black and thick as living tar, purple venomous fumes rising in clouds. A single breath is enough to melt lungs to sludge.
At the bottom, the last tens of thousands of Svartalfheim's male black mermen had gathered.
Upper bodies of sculpted warriors, obsidian skin, long silver-white hair; lower bodies sleek black fish-tails lined with razor scales.
Each clutched a five-meter trident; their merman cocks rigid beneath the scales, drooling green venomous precum.
They felt death coming.
Fifty purple-black rifts tore open above the lake at once.
Fifty naked Freya clones dove like falling stars, platinum hair streaming in the toxic wind, 18 cm cocks arrogantly erect, glans dripping silver precum.
A single drop struck the surface and the entire lake boiled "GLORP GLORP GLORP," white steam exploding hundreds of meters into the air.
The fifty clones hit the water.
BOOOOM!
The whole lake shuddered as if a semen-bomb had detonated at its heart.
The black poison instantly turned milky white as endless torrents of thick cum poured from every cock, transforming the surrounding water into a divine milk-sea inside a hell of venom.
Millions of purple-black tentacles erupted from the clones' bodies and rained down into the depths like a storm of living meat.
The handsomest merman: Hydro-King Kael'thyr
In the center of the school stood Kael'thyr, the last king, tallest and most perfect, tail gleaming like polished obsidian, his nearly two-meter merman cock rigid with terror, trying to scream orders.
A clone appeared directly in front of him, smiling sweetly.
She embraced him, pressing her snow-white body against his black one, and kissed him deeply.
Her tongue turned into a soft tentacle, slid down his throat, down his esophagus.
Kael'thyr's eyes bulged; he thrashed, but dozens of tentacles bound him tight.
Then, from inside his mouth, a three-meter-wide meat-flower blossomed open.
Tens of thousands of toothed maws devoured his organs from within:
• Black lungs torn out in flapping sheets, still gasping.
• Heart ripped free, main artery severed, black blood jetting.
• Liver, spleen, stomach, small and large intestines sucked out like endless black noodles, dozens of meters long, coiling around the meat-flower.
Kael'thyr could only make wet "glorp glorp glorp" sounds as his insides were vacuumed through his own mouth.
The clone's 18 cm cock aimed at the merman anus hidden beneath his tail scales.
Scales were ripped aside; a tight, pink ring was revealed.
PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!!!
She fucked him at blinding speed, every thrust bottoming out, pumping thick white semen non-stop like filling a balloon.
Kael'thyr's belly swelled at horrifying speed:
• 30 seconds: three months pregnant.
• 60 seconds: full term.
• 90 seconds: pregnant with ten, skin stretched glossy, purple-black stretch marks cracking open.
He tried to scream, but only black blood and white cum sprayed from his empty mouth.
The clone laughed, pulled back slightly, then slammed in one last time.
KABOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!
Kael'thyr's abdomen exploded like a meat bomb.
Remaining organs, black blood, and gallons of thick white semen blasted hundreds of meters in every direction, forming gigantic black-and-white clouds in the water.
His corpse was torn in half from crotch to crown and sank like two ragged slabs of meat.
The entire Bloodvenom lake: collective semen-pumping orgy of death
At the same moment, the remaining tens of thousands of male mermen were ravaged by the fifty clones and their millions of tentacles:
• Some were impaled from asshole to mouth, turned into living meat skewers, then pumped full of cum from both ends until they burst mid-lake.
• Others had their organs vacuumed out through the mouth, then their empty bodies inflated with semen from the ass until they became floating white balloons.
• Groups were chained anus-to-anus in circles; one colossal tentacle threaded through every hole, pumping cum from the first to the last until the entire ring exploded in a chain reaction of explosions BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!! like obscene fireworks.
Screams, wet "glorp" sounds of organs being sucked, and the thunderous BOOM of bellies bursting formed a hellish underwater symphony.
The fifty clones rose to the surface and came together.
Thick white semen shot a thousand meters into the sky, then rained back down as a scalding cum-storm that coated the entire lake.
In minutes, the fifty-kilometer poison lake became a fifty-kilometer lake of pure, thick, steaming white semen.
Merman corpses floated belly-up, guts hanging out, black blood swirling with white cum in depraved spirals.
The fifty clones stood atop the semen lake, snow-white feet sticky with shredded flesh and scales, cocks still rock-hard, laughing:
"Males of the deep… nothing but swimming cum-bags after all…
Now Svartalfheim is cleansed,
Cleansed and ready for the females… and the wombs about to be filled…"
Hour 48 ended.
Bloodvenom was now one gigantic womb brimming with the Queen's seed, waiting for the black mermaids to be dragged here, submerged, and impregnated.
The male sex was completely extinct.
On land, sea, and underground.
Only twenty-four hours remained before the 66,666 clones returned and the great collective impregnation began.
Hour 72 – All of Svartalfheim
The Grand Closing Ceremony of the Great Carnal Massacre
The day the male sex was officially erased from the Nine Realms
The sky of Svartalfheim was no longer a sky.
It had become one colossal purple-black womb. Blood-clouds churned like a living placenta; violet lightning shrieked like billions of women on the verge of climax.
Exactly 72 hours, 0 minutes, 0 seconds.
Space shattered into 66,666 rifts at once.
66,666 Freya clones materialized high above, forming a perfect ring that encircled the entire realm.
Each one utterly naked, platinum hair whipping to their waists in the reeking wind, snow-white skin splattered with dried black blood and crusted semen, full breasts leaking sweet milk, 18 cm cocks arrogantly erect and pointing at the heavens, purple-black glans glistening like stars with dripping silver precum.
Hand in hand, they formed a living sigils of flesh in the sky.
Beneath their feet lay the apocalypse of maleness:
• Mountains of desiccated corpses towering over three thousand meters, layer upon layer of white bone, shredded meat, shriveled organs, snapped cocks, and crushed testicles.
• Hundreds of newborn rivers of black blood, kilometers wide and hundreds of meters deep, still steaming as they cooked the souls of billions of freshly slain males.
• A thick, glassy sheet of the clones' white semen coating the earth like frozen divine cream, glittering beneath the crimson moon and reflecting the smiling demonesses above.
Not a single roar remained.
Not a single male breath.
Not one masculine heartbeat still sounded.
Only the unified orgasmic chant of 66,666 Freyas rose like a final profane hymn:
"Males… are extinct…
Your blood has soaked the Mother-Earth… to feed my womb…
Your testicles have been crushed… into sweet milk for my children to drink…
Your cocks have been broken… to fertilize the gardens of future pregnancies…
Your assholes have been fucked to ruin… as an eternal warning…
Now it is time…
For every female to kneel…
To spread her legs…
To open her womb…
And conceive for me…
For the Mother-Goddess…
For the Queen of eternal lust…
A… A… A… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
The final moan became a heaven-shattering scream of ecstasy that made all Svartalfheim quake as though it would burst.
Then they came, one last time, together.
66,666 cocks jerked in perfect unison.
66,666 ropes of thick, scalding, cream-thick divine semen shot skyward.
They merged into a single pillar of blinding white light, a thousand meters wide and ten thousand meters tall, punching through the blood-clouds, through the womb-sky, through the very fabric of the Nine Realms, bathing Svartalfheim forever in obscene eternal radiance.
The crimson moon above trembled.
Then it knelt.
Truly knelt.
The blood moon bowed its face before the pillar of white semen; its red light dimmed, like a woman on her knees spreading herself before her Queen.
At the apex the pillar exploded into a rain of thick white flesh that fell for exactly seventy-two seconds, coating the mountains of corpses, the rivers of black blood, every inch of soil, every bone-tree, every stone.
When the final drop fell, Svartalfheim fell into absolute silence.
Only the wind howled through dry bones, carrying the stench of blood, semen, and the death of all males.
And laughter.
The insane, honey-sweet, depraved laughter of 66,666 platinum-haired demonesses rang out in perfect chorus, echoing across every realm:
"Seventy-two hours of blood-bath… is over.
Svartalfheim is now my womb.
The male sex is utterly extinct.
The Mother-Earth is sated with blood.
Now it is time…
For millions of females…
To kneel…
To spread wide…
And moan together…
As I flood their wombs…
With my eternal seed…
With my children…
With a new empire…
Born of pleasure…
And destined to rule through lust…
Ha… ha… ha… ha… ha… ha… ha… ha… ha… ha…!!!"
The laughter went on forever, blending with the wind, with the last dripping drops of semen, with the frantic heartbeats of millions of terrified females hiding in the dark.
The 66,666 clones vanished at once, leaving only their glowing ring of living flesh-sigils burning in the sky.
Svartalfheim was now perfectly clean.
Clean and ready for the greatest collective impregnation in the history of the Nine Realms.
Hour 72 ended.
And Hour 73 began.
The hour of the females.
The hour of the wombs.
The hour of eternal lust.