Crimson Lotus Tournament

The Crimson Lotus Arena never slept.

Day and night blurred into one endless, pulsing moan — a living temple of sex, submission, and ruin.

At its heart, displayed for all to see, knelt the six girls.

No longer warriors.

No longer names.

Only flesh.

Only need.

Their bodies were displayed on grand obsidian altars, each one chained in a different pose — all designed to maximize exposure, maximize use.

Kaela Virelith knelt with her copper-rose hair matted to her cum-smeared back, her mouth stretched wide open, her lavender eyes glassy and unfocused.

Cocks thrust endlessly into her throat — fat, leaking shafts that pumped salty, hot cum down her gullet until it dripped from her nostrils, until her belly swelled from the volume she was forced to swallow.

Her gaping, drooling pussy was mounted without end, thick tentacles grinding deep into her stretched, spasming cunt, forcing squirting orgasms from her hourly.

Linnea Voss was splayed backwards over her altar, her pale, bloated belly exposed, her G-cup tits leaking steady streams of sweet, creamy milk.

Beasts took turns using her swollen, stretched pussy and twitching asshole, while others clamped their mouths around her leaking nipples, sucking greedily.

Linnea’s mouth hung open in a permanent, drooling moan, her fingers twitching weakly as every thrust into her gushing pussy triggered fresh sprays of orgasmic milk and slick from her ruined body.

Virellia Dusk floated midair — suspended by living silk — her limbs limp, her holes gaping.

Her small tits jiggled with every violent thrust into her pussy and ass.

Thick tentacles coiled around her neck, her ankles, her wrists, holding her helplessly open for endless use.

Her eyes rolled mindlessly.

Cum poured constantly from her open, twitching holes.

Her body spasmed, shivered, squirted — a mindless, orgasm-drunk puppet of pleasure.

Solana Kade was reduced to a cock-worshipping statue.

On all fours, thick collars and chains locked to her neck and waist, she crawled from cock to cock, sucking greedily, eagerly, desperately.

Her tan thighs glistened with cum and slick, her pussy drooling constantly, her tits swinging heavily beneath her.

She moaned with every sloppy, messy gulp of seed, thick ropes of cum drooling down her chin, her chest, her belly.

Nadiya Rell knelt in prayer.

Not to gods.

To cock.

Her bronzed, muscled body trembled as she was bred relentlessly — two tentacles buried deep inside her womb and bowels at all times, inflating her belly, forcing endless orgasms from her shaking frame.

She murmured mindless praises under her breath with every climax:

"Thank you... more... thank you... fill me... use me..."

A living prayer to endless sexual ruin.

Emiko Tsukino was barely recognizable.

Her thick thighs were bound spread wide, her heavy ass bouncing helplessly as beasts used her gaping, leaking holes without end.

Her ponytail clung to her sweat- and cum-soaked back.

She squirted constantly — her abused, overstretched pussy gushing weak, shuddering sprays of orgasm with every brutal thrust, soaking the marble floor beneath her.

Her tongue lolled from her mouth, her cheeks streaked with tears and cum, her belly swollen grotesquely from nonstop breeding.

The Routine of Eternity

Every day, dozens of beasts and hybrids took their turns:

Breeding their cunts.

Filling their asses.

Flooding their mouths.

Milking their tits.

Forcing them to squirt until they collapsed twitching.

Branding fresh marks of ownership into their stretched, ruined bodies.

There was no rest.

There was no mercy.

Only endless, mindless breeding.

Only endless, helpless orgasms.

Only endless, humiliating, dripping worship of cock, seed, and submission.

Their Reality Now

Their bellies stayed bloated.

Their thighs stayed slick.

Their holes stayed gaping and leaking.

Their minds stayed shattered, needing more, begging for more.

They were no longer fighters.

They were cumdumps.

Breeding stock.

Flesh altars to pleasure and ruin.

Forever.

The Crimson Lotus Arena pulsed once more — a living, breathing temple of sex — as the next wave of beasts approached, hard, leaking, eager.

The six girls lifted their faces eagerly.

Opened their mouths eagerly.

Spread their legs eagerly.

Ready for another endless cycle of breeding, breaking, milking, and moaning.

Forever.