Gift of the Old Ch. 04: Final

I remained completely conscious however, and I continued to feel him stuff me beyond capacity. I felt tears of joy run down my face, and then I felt him hilt inside me. I looked up and saw a wall of flesh encompass my field of vision, and I knew it was his cock sheathed in my skin. I reached forward with my head as best I could, and began lapping at it, hoping he could feel it through my body. I felt a shudder run through him, and by extension me. It was working. I went to work, lapping at him as best I could, when suddenly I felt thick tentacles all around me. I knew them to be tentacles as they had the same texture mine had. They wrapped all over my body, two placed themselves in my hands, and I knew what was expected of me, so I gripped them as best I could, while they would thrust. All the while, my legs were moved so that my calves and thighs were together, then a tentacle took residence there, thrusting into between them. There were so many others as well.

Two wrapped around my massive tits, kneading them and teasing the nipple delightfully. They then pressed them together while a third pressed between them, tit fucking me as hard as it could. Another found its way to my head, forcing my attention away from my condom like flesh, as it plunged into my mouth, snaking its way into my stomach. I couldn't determine how many, but several tentacles had made their way to my asshole. My cunt was stretched far beyond normal capacity, and now my ass would too. The thought sent shivers down my spine, and spikes in pleasure to my tits and pussy. Another climax came over me as one after the other began to press its way inside.

The tentacle were all at least three inches thick and at least eight were currently snaking their way through my bowels. I couldn't fathom how I looked then, tentacles all over my deformed body, my abdomen bulging impossibly with several feet of rock hard cock, my throat bulging with the writhing form of a tentacle, my calves and thighs being effectively fucked by another. My elbows were suddenly forced to my sides, pressing my upper against my torso, and I felt two more tentacles make their way to them. They then weaved along my upper arm, finding my the tight crevice my arms made of my armpits, and began to thrust in there. I was covered in slime, sweat and more than a little of my own cum, but I didn't care. All that mattered was being fucking by my lord.

Then he began to move. I melt him pulling out incredibly fast, foot after foot receding before my very eyes, only for him to thrust into me, with enough force to break bone. It was all too much to take, I felt as though I should've have passed out long ago, but I remained full conscious, even as I came over and over, feeling the tentacles in my ass make their way to my stomach. The king continued to thrust into me, making me cry around the tentacle invading my throat. I had no idea how long this went on for, but it felt like eternity, yet I loved it, even if I felt exhausted to the point of death, and then I felt it. His cock and tentacles all began to thrust spasmodically, swelling as they neared their orgasms. I came once more at the thought of being completely filled with their cum.

The king hilted inside me and ceased all movement, as did the tentacles. Then I felt it, the first enormous bubbles of cum stretching his cock, tentacles, and my already taut cunt. They exploded at the tips, my womb becoming rounded, making his cock slightly less visible, while my stomach was filled to the breaking point by the tentacles that that nested in there, and my body was coated head to toe in the other tentacles semen. My eyes shot around rapidly, trying to watch everything at once, and I saw from the walls hundreds more tentacles forming, all of them swelling and spraying their jizz all over me. It felt like I was being drowned in the stuff.

My face was completely covered. The pressure in my stomach forced a torrent up my oesophagus and out my nose, but two other tentacles had forced their down my throat, plugging the exit with their bodies, all the while adding to the ocean of cum my body was filling with. I couldn't see, but my womb was no doubt inflated beyond comprehension, and still he came, firing gallons with each ball that travelled along his cock. Only now did I receive the bliss of unconsciousness.

(3rd Person)

Credo was trembling. The fear that permeated his very being, was enough that he was tempted to flee from this place, however his will kept him there, as did his desire to protect this world, but it didn't stop him from shivering as he neared the source of his terror. Erackiel was already drawn, yet it did little to comfort him at that time. He could feel his strength returning now, but even so it was slow. He doubted he could do more than fly at this point, but he was still some time away from his destination, and for the first time in such a long time, he sent a prayer to the heavens, hoping they would hear and assist him in this battle he had no doubt would come. Above him lightning shot across the sky.

Some time later, he could see the aura of terror incarnate. Now less than a kilometre away, he was sweating in fear, his palms finding it hard to grip his weapon. For the first time in his existence, Credo thought he might very well die. Each step seemed to become harder to take, as though a weight had attached to his feet, and became heavier with every step he took. His thoughts once more turned to running, his legs almost acting on instinct, his entire being pleading with his mind to flee, but he wouldn't. He couldn't. The lives of billions possibly rested solely on his shoulders, and he couldn't shy away from that responsibility, if anything would redeem him for giving into the Devil's offer, it would be this: defeating the Devil himself. Though he would probably die in the process.

He entered the area where he had fought Lisa, and where he had left her unconscious body. He walked to the crater he had created and looked down, checking for Lisa's body, but instead saw a sphere of pure black, floating in the air, with energy crackling around it dangerously. Maintaining his composure he leapt down, landing before the sphere. It exuded a sense of dread, yet also one of lust, causing Credo to take a step back as his body was assaulted by the aura.

"Perhaps I should take over for now? You're far more susceptible to lust than I am." Michael offered, to which Credo gratefully accepted.

"Thank you." With that Michael took control, taking a moment as he revelled in the feeling of having flesh and blood once more, but he knew there were far more urgent matters at hand. Raising Erackiel, he swung it in a wide arc, channelling his angelic strength into it, however the blade merely bounced off the orb.

"Use my power as well." Credo said, to which Michael simply nodded. Once more raising his weapon, he focused on the two halves of himself, the demon and the angel, forcing them both together and pushing them into Erackiel, which glowed with a dangerous light as it was filled with even greater power. With a yell he once more slashed at the sphere, this time the two energies connected properly, the skies lighting up with bolts of lightning, as two immense powers collided with one another. The earth began to shake, the road around Michael and the orb opening up into large crevices, ones that would've no doubt swallowed them up, were it not for his ability to fly, or the fact that the orb was suspended in mid-air. After what felt like hours of struggling, the orb began to relent to Michael's power.

This is just a small amount of his power. Credo thought, as he watched from within his own mind, seeing the intense struggle just to pierce the orb made from the King's power. It soon began to relent, but it was draining and time consuming to simply penetrate an inch, however it got easier as he gathered momentum, the blade cutting through it like wood. Then they were halted at the middle, despite struggling with all his might, Michael couldn't move the blade any further, nor could he pull it away, and then the orb began to pulsate, as though it were alive. After a solid minute of struggling, a black light suddenly shone brightly from the sphere, and a shock wave of pure power sent Michael flying back, fortunately catching himself before falling into the abyss below. He looked up to see the orb disappearing.

"What... the hell?" Michael said aloud, not caring that he had cursed. Then his eyes widened as Lisa became fully visible, her naked form hovering in the air, but that wasn't what shocked him into complete silent awe. It was her stomach, swollen obscenely with what could be a human toddler. It was obvious that her body was forced through a sped up pregnancy, as her breasts, being inhumanly large before, had swollen even bigger, and were leaking droplets of what could only be milk. She was suspended in mid-air, yet she appeared completely unconscious. As Michael studied her, he saw her stomach began to move, and he knew that whatever was inside was about to come out. Suddenly Lisa awoke, opened her mouth and let out a cry of absolute agony.

The birth was over in an instant, but to her it must've felt like eternity for her. What appeared to be a human toddler floated before her, an aura of pure black surrounding it. It didn't have an umbilical cord, nor did it seem to hunger after its mother's milk, it seemed to be studying her, as though contemplating what to do with her.

"She's useless now. Dispose of her." The thing said, in a voice that sent shivers down Michael's spine. Then Lisa began to fall. Reacting quickly, he dived after her like a bullet, catching her quickly and flying away before the toddler could do anything. That's him, Credo and Michael both thought; that's Lucifer.

Several dozen miles later, Michael landed. He laid Lisa down gently, all the while sending angelic light into her damaged form, healing the damage caused to her, however any mental damage she had sustained was her duty.

"She looks just like her." He said and pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, looking upon it with adoration and love.

"That's because she is Alisa reborn." Credo said, also feeling the same emotions Michael felt.

"And Lucifer did this to her," He stated, "He will pay for this. Even if I must die, he will pay." Credo silently agreed. With that the demon-angel hybrid stood, and turned to the direction he had fled from. Tensing his muscles, Michael took to the air and shot off like a bullet made of light, to the battlefield where Lucifer no doubt awaited him. His heart clenched, knowing he probably wouldn't see Lisa ever again.

"This is amazing!" Lucifer said to himself, simply wishing to vocalise his happiness, "After millennia of trying, I've finally made it here! You hear that," He shouted to the heavens, "I'm here! I'm on your precious Earth! And there's nothing you can do to st-" He was cut off as his body glowed brightly, the human toddler form quickly growing to that of a teenager. Panting from the exertion of the transformation, Lucifer quietly finished his sentence:

"And there's nothing you can do to stop me!" At that he let out a laughter both jubilant and filled with unimaginable malice.

Floating to an area that wasn't destroyed he found a mirror and studied his new form; it was similar to the one he had taken when he fucked Lisa, with the same build, eyes and hair, however all across his body small and large spikes grew from him, each one as sharp as a demons claw and stronger than diamond. Covering his chest was a simple black shirt, however it rippled without wind, the shirt being woven from the nightmares of humanity. He wore nothing over his legs, though what appeared to be tattoos of snakes coated his skin, each one with their fangs at the ready, the tips dripping with their venom. Finally, held in its sheath across his back, was his own personal weapon: The katana known as the Angel Slayer.

The sword was forged mere centuries ago. It was a time when Lucifer felt he had prepared everything he needed, except for a weapon of his own, one that could kill an angel with a mere cut. Thus the sword Angel Slayer was created, coated with a poison that, once in the blood stream, would either drive the infected mad, or kill them in an instant. It was a poison made especially for dealing with angels, though it didn't matter who or what it cut, as long it pierced the skin, his enemy would fall quickly. With his weapon created, Lucifer tried once more to break free of Hell and assault the realms above. He had underestimated the power of the proverbial chains God had placed on him.

A wind suddenly began and he felt a small stone graze his lower arm. Looking down he saw the thin line of blood there.

"I guess being born through a mortal and into this world would have at least some weakness," He said and sighed, feeling the small wound heal in under a second. Then he felt it, the power of an angel and a demon approaching at incredible speed. As he turned lightning flashed, casting a shadow across one half of his face, where the eye glowed crimson briefly, displaying his blood lust. Drawing his weapon, he readied the katana high above his head. Then he swung down.

Michael felt the sudden burst in dark energy before he saw it. A wave of pure darkness flew toward him faster than he could perceive with his eyes alone, but instinct let him evade the attack, however he still felt it cut deep into his side, the wave too wide to fully evade. The hit knocked him off balance slightly, but he soon regained it and continued onward, heading to where the blast had come from. In less than a moment he was there, hovering in the air above what appeared to be a pale, human teenager, but he knew better.

"It's been along time, Lucifer." He said in greeting,

"Indeed it has, although in a way you've always been close to me for some time now." The Prince of Darkness said, referring to Credo.

"That doesn't matter," Michael stated, and raised Erackiel, "I'm here to send you back to hell, brother."

"Haha, you know I'd like to see that!" Lucifer said and raised his own weapon, the blade being almost three metres long. The two stared at one another, watching an opening to attack.

Lucifer watched him carefully. Michael showed no signs of feeling any poison, nor that he was in pain at all. The Devil quickly realised that even if he used the sword as an outlet, he couldn't injure someone with his demonic power and have the poison infect his opponent. No matter, he thought, I'll simply beat him into submission and take my time, cutting through his flesh slowly. The thought of seeing a former archangel die in agony before him, sent a shiver of pure pleasure through his body. He readied himself mentally however, knowing how dangerous an archangel could be.

Neither moved an inch. They were well aware of what the other could do, and neither wanted to take the chance of attacking first. Michael studied Lucifer carefully, noticing the almost mad look in his oil black eyes. Has he gone insane? He thought, but soon refocused his thoughts on the battle, knowing that even the slightest slip, mentally or physically could lead to his death.

"It's almost nostalgic, isn't it? You and me fighting one another, though of course back then they were just practice matches, but doesn't it bring back those memories Michael? Holding your weapon to me? It must get your blood boiling right, to have your old rival and enemy before you once again?" Michael didn't reply, simply watching for any slip in defence, "Oh come now, no need to be so quiet... brother." At the last word, Lucifer lowered his weapon, even digging it deep into the ground.

"Why don't we have a chat like old times? Hmm?" Michael didn't answer, he swooped down and slashed his weapon, intending to take Lucifer's head.

To his surprise the fallen angel had ducked. Michael hadn't even seen him move, not only that but he had his katana back in hand, the blade aimed at Michael's stomach. Reacting purely on instinct, he rolled to the side, barely dodging the stab. Despite dodging the fatal attack, he couldn't react in time to the kick Lucifer launched into him, knocking Michael back several metres, rolling across the ground, before forcing his hand into the earth to stop his movement.

"That's pretty pathetic you know. Sure you've been locked up in Credo's subconscious for centuries, but still, I didn't expect this level of combat from you. Looks like you'll never beat me, even if you're half angel and half demon." Lucifer said, his tone light and joking, but there was a serious edge under laying it, telling Michael that he was not joking. The half angel looked at the Devil before him, cursing, knowing that he was right, and that he would never win, not with his current power.

"You were holding back." Credo suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" Michael silently asked.

"You only used the power of an angel, remember you have both now. Use them!" Michael's eyes widened as he realised that he had been unknowingly holding back, the angelic mindset instinctively forbidding him from using all the demonic power he now possessed. Closing his eyes, he began to concentrate.

"Given up? That's fine, I'll end it quick." Lucifer said and leapt at his former brother, who opened his eyes just in time.

His movements were faster than human eyes could see. Michael had moved his halberd just in time to block Lucifer's attack, who pulled back immediately and moved to kick him once more, however Michael ducked and slashed up at him, barely missing as he leapt back before it could connect.

"Haha, hahaha! Yes! Now that's more I like it! Show me everything you've got!" The very second he finished his sentence, Michael had moved up and connected a powerful punch to the fallen angel's face, breaking his nose and disorienting him momentarily. Using that small time frame, Michael sliced through his former brother in arms, however all he slashed was smoke.

"Nice try, but I'm behind you." Michael felt his kick, but ignored it, twisting around to land another punch on Lucifer, before going flying once more, but catching himself quickly afterwards. The two stood several metres apart, staring each other down.

They remained like that for several seconds. Then a sudden flash of lightning lit the blackened sky, which acted as a type of signal, telling the two to leap at one another once more. This time their swords met, but neither gave any ground, each struggling to overpower the other, however they appeared even. Lucifer let out a laugh;

"I've gotta tell ya, I was kinda disappointed before, but this," His eyes moved from the swords to Michael, "This is what I was hoping for, however, as much I'd like to stay and play with you, I've got better things to do. My apologies." Michael's eyes widened in shock as a sudden blast of air sent him flying, before he could right himself, Lucifer was already beside him, grinning like a mad clown, and punched Michael in the gut, knocking the air from him and sending the half angel flying back to earth, the impact powerful enough to create another crater, far greater than the one Michael had made before. Lucifer descended leisurely to the side of his former brother.

Michael looked up him with both fear and hate in his eyes. He could tell that the impact and the punch had broken just about everything in his body, despite how fast he healed, he was immobilized for some time. Lucifer stood over him, grinning down, his eyes sparkling with malicious joy, his stance relaxed as though he'd already won.

"You and I last fought before I fell didn't we? At that time we were evenly matched right, but you weren't there when I rebelled, you were too busy on Earth, fucking that slut of yours. I gave up on my divinity, accepting pure, unbridled darkness into my very soul. Despite everything, I am still technically an angel, and the power of an angel is in their blood, He should've taken that from me, but he believed in free will and simply threw me from the heavens. Look how that turned out! Haha, despite being an omnipotent being, he still makes the worst mistakes, and now you will die, and I shall take Earth! His precious Earth... it will be mine, let's see how he likes that." Lucifer said, laughing madly, raising his katana, only to bring it down and through Michael's chest, where his heart once beat. He looked at the blackened sky sending a silent prayer of apology to whoever might be listening.