Chapter 538 - 536: You. Touched. Aunt V (Contains some very unsavory content) HEAVY 18+

Chapter 538: Chapter 536: You. Touched. Aunt V (Contains some very unsavory content) HEAVY 18+

A/N: Allow me to be the first to say I went a bit overboard with this Chapter but I really.. really hate Aaron. This Chapter is hard to stomach but if you’ve got the guts for it, then please,

Enjoy...

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The void was absolute.

No stars. No debris. Only the cold black of the outer region and the single formation platform I had conjured—a wide, circular slab of black stone floating in nothing. Aaron knelt in the center, fully restored, jaw still sealed by residual power so he could only make wet, panicked sounds through his nose.

I stood a few paces away, hands in my pockets, expression empty.

I raised one hand.

Creations stirred from deep within me as,

The air tore.

A dozen hulking shapes dropping onto the platform like wet meat. Hobgoblins—eight feet tall, thick with corded muscle, green-black skin covered in old scars and open sores. Their cocks were already rigid, heavy, veined things the size of a man’s forearm, the heads flared and leaking. Their eyes were pure hunger. No language. Only low, guttural grunts as they smelled the fresh meat in front of them.

Aaron’s eyes went wide. He tried to scramble backward. There was nowhere to go.

The first hobgoblin reached him, clamped a massive hand around the back of his neck, and slammed his face into the stone. The impact cracked something in Aaron’s cheek. Before he could even scream through his sealed jaw the creature mounted him from behind, spat a thick string of saliva onto its cock, and drove the entire length into the animal’s ass in one brutal thrust.

The sound was wet and meaty. Aaron’s body seized. His spine arched so hard the vertebrae stood out like knuckles. The hobgoblin did not pause. It began to fuck him with short, savage strokes, each one punching wet noises out of Aaron’s ruined hole. Blood and shit smeared the creature’s thighs within seconds.

A second hobgoblin grabbed Aaron’s hair and yanked his head up, forcing his sealed mouth against another throbbing cock. The goblin thrust anyway, grinding the fat head against Aaron’s teeth until the seal I had left began to tear. When the jaw finally gave, the cock punched straight into Aaron’s throat. Aaron gagged violently; vomit and blood spraying around the shaft. The hobgoblin only laughed—a wet, barking sound—and started using his throat like a second hole.

More of them closed in.

One forced Aaron’s right hand around its cock and began thrusting into the fist hard enough to dislocate fingers. Another did the same with the left. A fifth straddled Aaron’s chest, pinning him under its weight, and shoved its cock between his bloody lips alongside the one already buried in his throat. The two shafts stretched his mouth until the corners split. Blood rushing down his chin in steady streams.

They used him without rhythm or mercy.

One hobgoblin pulled out of his ass long enough for another to take its place, then the first immediately forced its way back in alongside the second. The double penetration tore something deep inside Aaron; dark blood pouring down his thighs in thick ropes. The hobgoblins only grunted louder and fucked harder, their heavy balls slapping against the stretched, ruined rim with wet, filthy sounds.

Aaron’s eyes rolled. Tears, snot, and blood mixed on his face. Every time he tried to make a sound it was choked off by the cocks stuffing his throat.

I watched without expression.

"You. Touched. Aunt V."

The words left my mouth quiet. Almost conversational.

The hobgoblins kept going until Aaron’s body began to fail—heartbeat fluttering, limbs twitching in weak spasms. Only then did I raise a hand.

Life stirred within me as,

Light washed over Aaron.

Bones reset. Flesh closed. Organs knit. The blood vanished. In less than three seconds he was whole again—naked, clean, trembling, eyes wide with pure animal terror.

The hobgoblins were already dissolving into black mist.

New shapes taking their place.

There were Ogres this time around. Three of them. Twelve feet tall, thick as tree trunks, skin the color of old bruises. Their cocks were monstrous—longer than a man’s arm, thick as a thigh at the base, the heads blunt and leaking thick ropes of precome. The smell of them was rancid, like spoiled meat and wet earth.

The animal tried to crawl. One ogre simply stepped on his back and flattened him against the stone. The pressure alone cracked several ribs. The ogre reached down, gripped Aaron’s hips with hands that could crush boulders, and slammed the entire length of its cock into him in a single thrust.

Aaron’s scream was silent for a full second—just an open-mouthed, soundless rictus—before the air returned in a raw, wet howl. The ogre did not care. It began to thrust with the slow, relentless power of a pile-driver, each stroke lifting Aaron’s body off the stone and slamming it back down. The wet, meaty sound of the oversized cock forcing its way into a body far too small echoed across the empty platform.

The second ogre grabbed Aaron’s head and forced its cock into his mouth. The head alone stretched his jaw until the hinges popped. The third waited its turn, stroking itself with a hand the size of a shield, thick ropes of precome dripping onto Aaron’s back.

They rotated him like meat on a spit.

One held him upside-down by the ankles while another fucked his throat until his stomach convulsed and he vomited around the shaft. The vomit only made the next thrust easier. When they tired of his mouth they flipped him again and took his ass two at a time, the combined girth stretching him until the skin around his hole split in long, bleeding tears. Blood poured freely. The ogres only fucked harder, their heavy bodies slamming together with wet, meaty impacts.

I could see it clearly. The animal’s mind began to fracture. His eyes losing focus. Strings of drool and blood hanging from his chin. Every thrust forced another broken, animal sound out of him.

But I didn’t care for the word of ravenouse beasts as my voice once again cut through the wet noise.

"You. Touched. Aunt V."

When Aaron’s heart finally stuttered and stopped, I restored him again.

The ogres vanished.

Trolls took their place.

Four of them this time—taller, leaner, with longer arms and cocks that were barbed along the underside. The barbs were small, backward-facing hooks of keratin. Every thrust in was easy. Every pull-out tore.

They did not bother with order.

One troll mounted Aaron from behind and drove in to the hilt. The barbs caught on the way out and ripped soft tissue free in thin, bloody strips. Aaron screamed until his voice broke into a wet rasp. A second troll forced its way into the same hole beside the first, the combined barbs shredding him from the inside. A third took his mouth. The fourth simply pissed on his face and chest while waiting, the hot, reeking stream mixing with blood and tears.

They used every hole until the holes were no longer holes—just open, ragged wounds that leaked continuously. When Aaron’s body again began to shut down, I restored him once more.

And the cycle continued.

Hobgoblins again. Then ogres. Then trolls. Then mixtures—creatures with dual cocks, creatures that secreted burning acid, creatures that laid thick, slimy eggs inside him before pulling out and forcing him to push them free only so they could shove them back in.

Aaron’s mind did not survive intact.

By the seventh restoration he no longer fought. His eyes were empty. His body still twitched and clenched and bled, but the man inside had already splintered. He made soft, continuous noises that were no longer screams—just the residual reflexes of a nervous system that had been pushed past any coherent response.

I watched it all with the same empty expression.

Every few minutes, when the wet sounds of violation slowed, I spoke the same four words in the same flat tone.

"You. Touched. Aunt V."

I did not look away.

I did not blink.

I simply waited until there was nothing left of Aaron that still resembled a person—only a twitching, broken collection of meat and fluid and shattered nerves—before finally raising one hand and then,

"Devour..."

My origins flared as both devour and oblivion combined, covering the mess of broken flesh and devouring it completely as reality glitched and all records of the animal, the pains he’d cause my Aunt V and Melissa, finally, mercifully being swept away like the tide.

The platform was silent once again except for the soft sounds of drifting debris falling off the now crumbling platform.

I stared into tbe emptiness for a few moments more before turning away without another word.

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A/N: So, for those that stayed, how did I do? Was it satisfying? Also, did I do good on the torture? I took this as a form of practice for a very dark themed book that might be in the works soon. But anyways, our Aunt V has finally been avenged, couldn’t wait to write this Chapter so it became four Chapters today, as always,

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