Amid the boiling lake of Bloodvenom, thick with churning black-and-white semen, tens of thousands of dark mermaids writhed in forced, unending orgasms. Among them was the tiniest one, only 112 years old — the equivalent of a fourteen-year-old human girl. Her name was Lyralei, nicknamed "Little Fish," the smallest of her clan. Her body was slender as a newly sprouted willow branch, her skin milky white and shimmering with pearlescent black scales. Her breasts had only just begun to bud — two delicate little peaches, topped with tiny, untouched pink nipples that trembled with every panicked breath. Her long, delicate fish tail was so thin that the tight, virgin-pink slit of her pussy could be glimpsed beneath the iridescent scales, still perfectly sealed, never once parted by anything.
Little Fish cowered behind a clump of venomous coral, her sea-green eyes brimming with tears as she watched her thousands of sisters have their tails ripped open, their wombs pierced by monstrous cocks, their bellies pumped full of semen until they swelled like overripe fruit about to burst. The air resounded with moans of forced ecstasy and agony, the wet "slap-slap-slap" of flesh against flesh, the "spurt-spurt-spurt" of cum flooding wombs. The sounds echoed through the lake until Little Fish, terrified, felt sweet urine trickle from her scaled slit, hot and shameful as it ran down her tail.
And then, a figure materialized right in front of her — not swimming closer, but as though the poisonous water itself tore open to make way.
An avatar of the Mother Goddess Freya.
It was completely naked. Its towering body was a sickly, corpse-pale pearl-white, long platinum hair drifting like living cobwebs in the venomous current, reaching its knees. Golden eyes regarded her with a tenderness that promised only death. And between its legs stood the primary cock — exactly 18 cm long, arrogantly erect, the crimson glans glistening as it leaked clear precum, veins bulging like knotted ropes, two heavy balls hanging low and swollen with seed. But the true horror was the eighteen cock-tentacles sprouting from its pubic bone — perfect replicas of the main shaft, each 18 cm, veined, crimson-headed, alive and writhing, capable of flexing, stretching, and spurting aphrodisiac venom like serpents.
Little Fish let out a high-pitched scream and thrashed her tail desperately to flee. But instantly, the eighteen cock-tentacles lashed out like living whips, coiling tight around her wrists, ankles, tiny waist, slender neck, and even her budding little breasts. They yanked her upward, out of the water, suspending her spread-eagled in mid-air like a stretched rubber doll.
RRRRIP… RRRRIP… RRRRIP-RIP-RIP-RIP-RIP!!!!!!
The horrific sound of tearing flesh rang out as all eighteen cock-tentacles ripped her scaled tail apart from bottom to top in unison. Black blood and slick fluids exploded like dark fireworks. Little Fish screamed in agony, but the pain lasted only seconds before it was drowned by a wave of sick, overwhelming ecstasy — as though 10,000 volts surged up her spine, every vertebra vibrating from overstimulation. Human legs appeared — pale, dainty, slender as a young maiden's, her tiny feet twitching uncontrollably. Her tiny pink virgin slit was now fully exposed, delicate lips trembling and parting, clear nectar gushing in rivulets down her snowy thighs to drip from her heels into the semen lake below.
Freya's avatar stepped close, embracing the trembling little body from behind like a lover. The burning-hot 18 cm cock pressed tight between her tiny ass cheeks, the glans sliding up and down her soaked slit but deliberately never penetrating, just teasing until her juices sprayed everywhere. Massive hands squeezed her budding breasts, thumbs and forefingers pinching and twisting her pink nipples until they swelled red and raw, stretching them painfully long.
Its voice whispered into her ear, sweet as dripping poison:
"You will never be allowed to cum, never reach full climax, my poor Little Fish… I will keep you forever on the razor's edge between ultimate pleasure and ultimate pain… never to be released. Every hole in your body — all of them belong to me now."
Instantly, the eighteen cock-tentacles sprang into action.
The two thickest plunged straight into her tiny ear canals. They burrowed deep, their heads swelling to fill her skull, pumping aphrodisiac venom directly into her brain. Little Fish's eyes rolled back, mouth gaping in a silent scream, clear drool pouring like a fountain. Each pulse inside her brain detonated millions of orgasms in her mind — yet none were ever allowed release.
Four more forced their way into her mouth. One rammed down her throat, the swollen head blocking her windpipe, forcing her to gulp down endless streams of venomous cum with wet glurk-glurk sounds. Two others bulged her cheeks like a deranged hamster. The last speared her nostrils, flooding her sinuses until she drowned in ecstasy.
The two thinnest — no thicker than a pinky — wriggled into her spasming piss-hole. They tunneled deep into her urethra, heads ballooning to plug her bladder, pumping her own sweet urine back inside, then sucking it out again, over and over. Her lower belly swelled like a nine-month pregnancy, then deflated to skin and bone, then swelled again — she felt like an inflatable toy being tortured without mercy.
The three thickest, most grotesquely veined, attacked her remaining holes together.
One speared her virgin asshole, twisting and grinding against her newly formed prostate, making the tiny clit-like cock of female mermaids throb and spurt blood from agonizing hardness. Her rectum gaped so wide the red insides were visible, black blood mixing with slick.
The last two forced their way into her tiny virgin cunt at once — one ramming straight into her womb, the other grinding along the vaginal walls, their heads rubbing each other through the thin membrane between. They pumped venom that made her womb and pussy convulse wildly; her juices tried to squirt but were blocked, building terrifying pressure inside. She felt her womb about to explode, her cunt about to tear — yet the pleasure multiplied a millionfold.
The remaining nine wrapped every inch of her body: two coiled around her little breasts, sucking her nipples until they stretched nearly half a meter, spraying thin streams of sweet first-milk everywhere; three slid between her toes, licking her soles until she jerked in spasms; the last four looped around her neck, tightening and loosening in rhythm, choking her on the edge of unconsciousness while driving her insane with pleasure.
Little Fish screamed in her broken childlike voice, desperate and shattered:
"Aaaa… aaaa… let me cum… please let me climax… My pussy… it's burning… it's going to explode… my womb is too full… my ass itches so bad it's killing me… My mouth… my ears… my nose… my piss-hole… everything is stuffed full of your cocks… I can't take it anymore… pleaaaase… Let me squirt… let me cum… I want to get pregnant… I want to be filled with the Mother Goddess's seed… please… aaaa… aaaaaaa!!!!!"
But the avatar only smiled softly, using one small tentacle to seal her urethra completely while two others plugged her womb and asshole airtight. Not a single drop was permitted escape.
Little Fish's tiny body began to convulse.
First just trembling.
Then violent jerks.
Then full-blown seizures — eyes rolled back showing only whites, mouth foaming thick white and black blood, tongue lolling out nearly half a meter slick with drool, her whole frame thrashing as if struck by 50,000 volts. Her pale little legs kicked wildly in the air, toes curling so hard they nearly snapped. Juices still poured from her slit but were trapped, the pressure making her lower belly balloon grotesquely.
She screamed until her voice shredded like broken glass:
"CUM… LET ME CUM… I'M DYING OF PLEASURE… MY WOMB… IT'S GOING TO EXPLODE… MY ASS IS TORN APART… EVERY HOLE… EVERY HOLE IS STUFFED WITH COCK… I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"
The avatar held her convulsing little body tight from behind like a cherished lover. One hand gently stroked her soaked hair; the other plunged three fingers into her spasming cunt, twisting viciously, spearing into her womb as if trying to hollow it out. EVERYTHING WAS BEING TORN APART. The main 18 cm cock now buried itself in her ruined asshole, punching through her intestines until the head reached her stomach from below, pumping venomous cum straight into it.
The seizures lasted hours, days, weeks…
Little Fish's face turned purple, eyes bulging from their sockets, tongue trembling as it hung out, drool of black, white, and blood cascading down her chest, her belly, into the blocked slit still trying to squirt. But she did not die. Dozens of cock-tentacles continuously pumped thick nutrient cum into every orifice — down her throat (forcing her to gulp endlessly), up her ass (straight into her guts), into her womb (flooding her ovaries), even into her ears and urethra — keeping her alive, fully conscious, feeling every second of denied ecstasy driven to madness.
The entire Bloodvenom lake shook with the smallest girl's convulsions.
The tens of thousands of other mermaids, transformed into humans, fucked senseless by other avatars, bellies swollen to bursting with seed, cocooned in flesh and carried away — all of them heard Little Fish's broken screams as the soundtrack:
"Cum… a… a… let me… cum… a… a… a… a… a…!!!"
Freya's avatar still cradled her like a true lover, kissing the nape of her neck, licking the salty tears mixed with cum from her cheeks, whispering in the sweetest voice:
"You are my treasure. I will take you to the Holy Palace of Lust and hang you in the grand hall by the very eighteen cock-tentacles that torment you now. Every time I fuck a new womb, every time I fill a new cunt, you will convulse once more… forever."
Little Fish could no longer speak. She could only make broken gurgling noises, tears streaming endlessly, yet every hole still clenched desperately trying to milk the invading cocks, her nipples still spraying milk, her belly still swelling and deflating with pumped fluids, her tiny body still alive — alive to convulse, alive to moan, alive to serve as the Mother Goddess's "eternal pleasure doll."
Lake Bloodvenom now echoed only with the bubbling froth of semen, the mad ecstatic cries of tens of thousands of newly humanized mermaids being bred, and the endless seizing of Lyralei "Little Fish" like a sick symphony:
"Cum… a… a… let me… cum… a… a… a…!!!"
All the massive flesh cocoons rose into the sky, heading toward the distant Holy Palace of Lust.
Leaving behind a lake of poison now transformed into a thick, hot, milky-white sea of semen — waiting for the first brood of pregnant black mermaid females to hatch from within.
And at the center of it all remained the endless moaning of the little demon chosen as the "eternal plaything."
Forever.
When Lyralei "Little Fish" came to, she no longer knew whether she was still alive or had died inside ecstasy.
The grand hall of the Holy Palace of Lust was not a place; it was a living womb.
The ceiling was a vast, slowly pulsing membrane of soft pink flesh, thick veins as large as a grown man's thigh throbbing beneath it, dripping scalding-hot drops of slick fluid like obscene rain. Each droplet that struck her skin made a tiny "tack" sound, then spread into a burning streak that left red welts of pleasure across her milky-white flesh.
The floor was a warm, yielding slab of living meat, soft as a waterbed, yet every so often it would swell into head-sized bulges that burst with a wet "pop," spraying thick, aged semen into the air.
On all sides rose titanic pillars of cock-tentacles, dozens of meters tall, each as thick as an ancient tree trunk, blue veins bulging, crimson glans constantly weeping precum. They pumped slowly, as if fucking invisible cunts in the air, producing a low, wet "slap… slap… slap…" that echoed through the hall.
At the very center, Little Fish hung suspended.
Freya's eighteen cock-tentacles were still buried deep inside every hole of her tiny body like eighteen living stakes.
• The two thickest, grotesquely veined, speared straight through her ruined asshole, their heads lodged in her stomach from below, swollen into balls that blocked her intestines completely, making her lower belly bulge like an eight-month pregnancy.
• Three more crammed her tiny cunt: one rammed into her womb, one grinding against the front wall, the third wedged between them, their heads rubbing through the thin membrane, creating such monstrous pressure that her delicate pussy lips were everted, blooming red like a crushed rose.
• Two long, slender ones tunneled into her urethra, heads ballooned inside her bladder, endlessly pumping her own sweet piss back in and sucking it out again, making her abdomen swell and collapse like a tortured inflatable doll.
• Four filled her mouth: one blocking her throat, two puffing her cheeks like a diseased hamster, the last piercing her nostrils and flooding her sinuses with venom.
• The two smallest burrowed into her ears, swelling inside her skull; every pulse detonated galaxies of pleasure behind her eyes.
• The remaining six coiled around her breasts, thighs, neck, wrists, and ankles, squeezing and releasing in perfect rhythm, as if trying to crush her bones.
Her once-tiny breasts had been stretched nearly a meter long, nipples purple and swollen, spraying thin jets of first-milk like broken faucets. Her tongue lolled more than half a meter from her lips, trembling, drool black, white, and bloody cascading down her chin, her chest, her belly, dripping onto the hungry floor that lapped it up.
She could no longer cry.
Only broken, guttural moans escaped her ruined throat: "Uh… uh… hnn… hnn… let me… cum… hnn… hnn…"
Twenty meters away, Freya's avatar lounged upon a throne of living meat.
Legs spread wide, its primary 18 cm cock stood proud and dripping, clear precum falling in slow beads. Its heavy balls, swollen like coconuts, twitched now and then, leaking old semen from its own ass (proof of the thousands of times it had fucked itself while watching Little Fish convulse).
Its golden eyes gazed at her with the most insane love in existence.
"You're awake, my tiny beloved."
Its voice was honey, yet every syllable licked her brain like a blade.
"For fourteen days and fourteen nights you never stopped seizing. I counted 1,428,976 times you almost climaxed and I denied you. Your womb has tripled in size. Your bladder has been filled and emptied more than fifty thousand times. The milk you've sprayed could fill a small lake. Yet not one drop was allowed release. I am so very proud of you."
Freya rose.
Each footstep made the flesh floor moan in pleasure. Hundreds of small tentacles rained from the ceiling, caressing Little Fish's body, licking her elongated nipples, slipping between her toes, worming into her prolapsed guts, making her jerk again and again.
It stopped directly beneath her suspended form, tilted its head back, and opened its jaws with a sickening "crack" as the joints dislocated. Its tongue unrolled over a meter long, red, covered in tiny barbs, quivering in anticipation.
"Today I will reward you. Only once in the coming centuries. You will be allowed to cum, everything, into my mouth. I will drink every drop that leaves your body. Not one shall be wasted."
At the word "cum," Little Fish's entire body jolted as if struck by 100,000 volts. Her cunt spasmed wildly, juices trying to blast out but still sealed tight. Her piss-hole clenched like it would explode. Her nipples sprayed harder. Her tongue shook.
Freya smiled the gentlest smile in the universe and whispered:
"Release."
All eighteen cock-tentacles ripped free at once with a colossal wet "POP."
In that instant, the entire Holy Palace of Lust shook like an earthquake.
Little Fish's tiny cunt detonated first.
A thick, scalding-hot torrent of milky girl-cum erupted downward like a geyser, so powerful it shoved her suspended body upward another full meter. The column rose nearly five meters high, dense, white, reeking of pure sex so strong the air itself thickened.
Next came her piss, not a stream, but an EXPLOSION.
Fourteen days of pent-up bladder pressure burst like a bomb: a golden, diamond-bright jet shot over eight meters, punching a hole straight through the far meat-wall. The hiss "PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" lasted nearly thirty seconds, sweet urine spraying in an endless golden arc that pooled on the floor while the living meat drank greedily.
Milk jetted from her ruined, meter-long nipples in two perfect white arcs, falling like hot rain.
Little Fish screamed.
No longer a little girl's voice.
The roar of a beast driven mad for centuries:
"RRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
She came without pause. She came in agony. She came in rapture. She came until her cunt-juice ran clear, every trace of thick nectar exhausted. She came until her piss weakened from a firehose to a thick stream to final trembling drops, her bladder cramping in empty pain. Her milk still sprayed, even though her breasts were now only skin over bone, torn purple nipples still forcing out weak final spurts.
Freya stood beneath the deluge.
Mouth stretched impossibly wide, throat working "glurk-glurk-glurk," swallowing everything. The girl-cum geyser blasted straight down its gullet; it couldn't swallow fast enough, fluids overflowing from the corners of its mouth, running down chin and chest, yet it tilted further back to catch the golden piss directly in its esophagus.
At one point it closed its lips around the piss-stream like fine wine, swishing happily, eyes half-lidded in bliss, before gulping it down.
When the twin milk fountains rained upon it, it seized Little Fish's elongated tits and milked them like udders, forcing stronger jets that splashed across its face, into its eyes, matting its platinum hair, before licking every drop from its own skin.
Only when Little Fish was reduced to dry, painful convulsions, nothing left to give but broken "hah… hah… hah…" of an empty womb and bladder, did Freya rise.
Its lips were coated thick with white and gold, platinum hair soaked, entire body glistening with her fluids.
It pulled the trembling little body into a lover's embrace from the front, cradling her like the most precious thing in existence.
One hand stroked her drenched hair; the other plunged all five fingers into her spasming empty cunt, twisting viciously, scooping the last drops from her womb.
Then it kissed her ruined pussy deeply, impossibly long tongue worming into her cervix, licking every convulsing fold with loud "slurp-slurp-slurp" sounds.
It kissed her dribbling piss-hole and sucked so hard it felt like it would invert her guts.
Finally it took one ruined, elongated nipple into its mouth and sucked once, "POP," swallowing the very last spurt of milk.
"You taste better than anything I have ever drunk, my Little Fish. Your cunt-juice is finer than heavenly honey. Your piss is sweeter than ambrosia. Your milk is thicker than any male's seed I have ever forced out."
It pressed her face to its chest and whispered with infinite tenderness:
"I love you. I love you so much I want to kill you with pleasure. I love you so much I will keep you alive forever to torment forever. But do not fear, my love. Tomorrow I will fill you again. I will stuff and flood every hole once more. I will keep you on the edge of ecstatic death for centuries more. And perhaps… in another hundred years… I will reward you with release again. Just once. So that you will crave me forever, belong to me forever."
Little Fish had no strength left to speak.
She could only whisper in a shattered breath:
"…thank… you… Mother Goddess… I… love… you…"
Freya kissed her forehead gently and commanded:
"Reinsert."
The eighteen cock-tentacles surged forward and slammed home again with a thunderous "SLAP-SLAP-SLAP."
Three crammed her cunt once more. Two punched through her ass to her stomach. Two sealed her urethra. Four stuffed mouth and nose. Two burrowed into her ears. Six coiled tight around her body.
The broken, guttural moans rose again inside the eternal meat cathedral:
"Uh… uh… hnn… hnn… so… good… again… again… no… gonna… die… uh… uh…"
Freya returned to the throne, sat, idly stroking its dripping primary cock, golden eyes never leaving the little girl for a second.
Love. Madness. Cruelty. Eternity.
And far away, the tens of thousands of flesh cocoons from Lake Bloodvenom were still arriving, hatching new humanized mermaids ready to be bred, ready to be pumped full, all of them hearing Little Fish's ruined moans as the eternal soundtrack of the impregnation rite.
"Uh… uh… let me… cum… hnn… hnn…"
Forever.