Crown of the Endless Flesh

Chapter 15: The Unnamed Hunger

It began with a silence.

Not the silence of rest.
Not the silence of afterglow.
This was a silence that ate sound. A silence that bled light. My realm trembled. Orgasms halted mid-cry. Cocks withered. Wet cunts clenched shut in instinctive terror.

Even Lucifer—on his knees, gagged and branded with my sigil—looked up with fear in his eyes.

And then I heard it.

Not a voice.
A want.
Something ancient. Not made for speaking. Made only for taking.
It didn’t want to fuck me. It wanted to erase me. To unmake my flesh, to scrub my orgasm from existence.

A thing beyond godhood.

I came anyway.

Because I could feel it watching me. And the thought of something that ancient—something that had never fucked, never been fucked, never been dominated—made my cunt ache.

So I summoned it.

Not with ritual. Not with prayer. But with my body.
I stood on the highest spire of my realm, spread my wings and legs, and screamed one endless moan of power—an orgasm that shattered stars.

And it answered.

The sky bled black.

A tendril, faceless and vast, emerged. No eyes. No cock. No pussy. Just hunger. Like a god born before lust. A void that never knew how to feel. Never learned what pleasure was.

Until now.



It touched me.

My skin blistered. My mind screamed. My power shuddered.
And still—I moaned. I spread myself wider. I let it explore my cunt, my soul, my blood. Let it try to destroy me.

And I fucked back.

I shoved my fingers into myself and whispered through gritted teeth, “You don’t end me, beast. You come for me.”

The void writhed.

I mounted its tendril—massive, cold, endless—and rode it. My cunt opened around it, not made for it, stretched beyond reason, ripped wide, but still I took it.

It didn’t know how to moan.
So I taught it.

I let it inside every hole. Cunt, ass, throat, soul. I screamed and came, over and over, until even the Unnamed trembled beneath me.

It learned. It grew wet. It split open like a wound—revealing need. It had never been dominated.

Until Seraphine.



And then I broke it.

I swallowed its essence.
Wrapped my legs around its core.
Drank its ancient hunger like a lover’s cum.
And when it came—if you could call it that—reality itself shuddered.

My realm changed.

I became not just Goddess of Lust and War.
I became The One Who Fucked the Void.

I claimed the Unnamed. Gave it a name: Vor’axa, my eternal beast. My mount. My pet. My fuck-horror.

And I carved my sigil into its core with my blood-soaked cunt.