[Exclusive] Book 07: The Imp Returns – Part 13

Oooh, I wonder what’s happening with Wrath?

After reading this book once more, I feel like I like the character Shao more and more, especially the plot where Shao is devoured and corrupted by The Beckoning, the more I read it, the more excited it makes me!

so here are some kinky thoughts and turn into words lol

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Shao had believed that fatal blow would bring death, or perhaps some form of release. He was wrong. The darkness did not grant him rest; instead, it dragged him down into an abyss without end.
Following the cataclysmic battle, The Beckoning had retreated deep into the void, nursing a wounded spirit. For the malevolent entity, defeat demanded release, and repairing his damaged form required a massive intake of “fuel.”

And so, this perfect physical specimen, once belonging to a peerless martial artist, became the most immediate sacrifice.

Shao’s consciousness remained horrifyingly intact, this was The Beckoning’s cruelest punishment. He was stripped of all control, reduced to a ghost locked within his own skull, forced to watch, to feel, to experience every violation inflicted upon his vessel. He could feel every thundering beat of his heart, the rush of blood through his veins, and… that maddening, all-consuming heat that threatened to drown him.

“Ugh… ah…”
Shao heard his own throat produce a sound that was sweet, cloying, and utterly alien. It was not the grunt of a wounded warrior, but the desperate, keening plea of a beast in heat.

He existed now in a space of viscous, suffocating darkness. Shao’s proud, hulking frame floated naked in the void. His bronzed skin was mapped with shifting black veins :The Beckoning’s living ink, which slithered like parasites across his massive pectorals, ripple-hard abs, and thick thighs, continuously pumping powerful aphrodisiac neurotoxins into his system.

His body, a temple of masculine power forged through years of rigorous discipline, was now displayed in a state of absolute, humiliating depravity.

“No… stop…” Shao screamed in the silence of his mind, but the sound that escaped his lips was a breathy, eager gasp.

Invisible forces of darkness wrenched his legs apart, forcing them into a lewd, wide-splayed M-shape. Between those muscular thighs, his massive manhood, once a symbol of his straight, masculine dignity, stood iron-hard and violently erect. The purple-red head leaked a constant stream of clear, slick precum that dripped down his heavy, swollen sac. Yet, this was not what broke him.

It was his rear hole, a place once meant only for waste, that now twitched and pulsed like a hungry, starving little mouth.

The Beckoning’s malicious voice resonated directly within his skull, dripping with mockery and cruelty. “Do you feel that, Shao? Your body is far more honest than your mouth. Look at you… hard as a rock, and your ass is already so wet.”

“I am… I am a man… I like women…” Shao tried to fight back with the scraps of his will, clinging desperately to the final bastion of his sexuality.
“You were,” The Beckoning sneered. “But now? Now you are nothing but a meat toilet for me to feed on and fuck.”
As the words fell, the surrounding black ink coalesced, solidifying into a terrifiedly thick, pitch-black phallus. Its surface was grotesque, veined and studded with ridges, sized to tear any human apart.
There was no preparation. The mimicked cock aligned with Shao’s twitching entrance and slammed home, burying itself to the hilt in a single, brutal thrust.
“AAAAHhhHHhhh—!!!”
Shao’s head threw back, a broken, high-pitched scream tearing from his throat. It wasn’t just the tearing pain; it was a terrifying jolt of pleasure that shot straight to his brain. The Beckoning knew this martial artist’s body intimately. The massive intruder crushed against his deepest, most sensitive prostate, hammering it with the ferocity of a pile driver.
“No! Not there! Ah! Ah! It’s going to break!”
Shao’s soul trembled. He tried to resist, but the pleasure being forcibly extracted from him hit like a tsunami, obliterating his reason. With every impact, his rectal walls were stretched to their absolute limit, the searing friction causing his wall of muscles to involuntarily tense and spasm around the invader.
“Look at this pathetic state,” The Beckoning taunted, increasing the intensity of the thrusts. “Where is that so-called straight pride? Where is your martial spirit? Under my big cock, you’re nothing but a slut begging to be bred.”
“No… I’m not… Ugh! Too deep… you’re hitting it…”
As the piston-like fucking accelerated, Shao’s defenses began to collapse completely. The Beckoning wasn’t just raping his body; he was violently rewriting the neural pathways of his brain. With every crushing hit to his prostate, The Beckoning injected a surge of dark energy, forcibly transmuting “pain” into “ecstasy,” and “shame” into “craving.”
His mind began to fracture. The soft curves of a woman? What were those? He couldn’t remember the feeling. Now, his entire world narrowed down to the brutal, unyielding hardness of the massive cock skewering his guts. He began to feel that being filled like this, being stretched open like this, was the only purpose his strong body had ever truly had.
“Say it. What do you like?” The Beckoning commanded, grinding ruthlessly against the tender, mashed sweet spot inside him.
Shao’s eyes rolled back into his head, saliva drooling uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth onto his heaving, muscular chest. His hands clawed aimlessly at the air, as if trying to grasp the overwhelming pleasure.
“I… I like…” Shao’s ego wept, but his lips, controlled by the ultimate lust coursing through him, spilled the words that sealed his despair. “I like… being fucked by big cocks… like getting my asshole fucked…”
“Louder! Who are you?”
“I am… Ahhh! I am Master’s… bitch… a slut made to eat cum…”
The final thread of masculine dignity named “Shao” snapped, coinciding with his untouched cock erupting in a violent, unbidden orgasm.

His once-stoic face twisted into a mask of pure, mindless ahegao: tongue lolling, eyes unfocused and glazed. His awe-inspiring armor of muscle became nothing more than erotic decoration to enhance his sex appeal. He had fallen in love with the feeling of being filled, addicted to the pleasure of being conquered by a superior male force.

The Beckoning let out a satisfied growl as the black giant phallus suddenly expanded, detonating inside Shao. Scalding, dark ichor flooded Shao’s bowels, the heat so intense it made his entire body convulse, his toes curling in ecstasy.
“Well done,” The Beckoning whispered. “Now, we are only just beginning. In this long eternity, you will beg me to use every kind of monster cock I can conjure to wreck every inch of you.”
Deep within his consciousness, Shao shed the last tear of his humanity. But in an instant, even that tear was swallowed by the rising tide of lust. He began to actively gyrate his cum-filled ass, grinding back against the massive tool that remained hard inside him, letting out a wanton moan that begged for more violation.
The hero Shao was dead. Living in his place was a fallen flesh-slave, drowning in carnal desire, desperate to be ruthlessly used by any massive cock that would have him.