Kid heard him burst into tears.
He felt a weight on his chest. He could just turn back. He could end all Trey’s pain, but that would have been so fucking selfish. Too selfish.
He knew what he had to do. For Trey. For Kinzer. For Maggie. For the whole goddamn world.
He marched to the veil of mucus that shielded the rest of the room from the Christ’s lair.
Treycore choked up as he continued shouting, pleading.
Turn back. Just once more.
But he feared if he did, it would be enough to stop him in his tracks. And what he had to do was too important.
He clawed his way through the membrane wall, the mucus sticking to his arms. A bright-white spotlight shone from the ceiling, illuminating the inside. The walls and ground weren’t vines, but some sort of flesh-like texture—dark green with blue veins webbing through. As he took steps into the room, his feet dipped into the floor.
Kid could feel pure desire sweeping through him as his dick hardened again. It was just like it had been outside.
He turned to the far wall. A fleshy substance covered it, pushing out and then pulling back in. He could feel how tired it was from its hard labor, from birthing so many grundars.
Kid continued into the room, and when he reached a nook in the adjacent wall, he turned to it and saw what appeared to be eyes and a mouth embedded in one of the fleshy walls. As Kid looked into sapphire-blue eyes, like those of the grundars, he wondered what he was supposed to do.
Would he know when the time came?
But as he looked into the creature’s eyes, he saw Maggie, how it hurt her. How it tortured her. How it reveled in her pain.
Kid felt its agony and its desire to destroy. He heard conversations with its father, its real father, conversations that horrified him, the whispers of evil. And he felt the creature’s lust—its desire to rip him apart.
Vines ripped through the floor around him, tearing it open. Thick fluid, red like blood, filled the air as the vines wrapped around his clothes before shredding them from his body. After they stripped him, more vines wrapped around his limbs, just as he’d done with Trey. They forced him to turn around, and he saw, descending from between the columns, a long tube leaking a thick, white, cum-like substance. It only took Kid a moment to realize it was the Christ’s cock, which it would soon be fucking him with.
This was the end. This was Kid’s fate. And it was going to hurt like hell.
“Goodbye, Trey,” he whispered, knowing nothing could carry his words to his love, only wishing it could be the case, and trying to hold on to his image in his mind as the vines wrapped around his neck and squeezed, reminding him of much more pleasant times with Treycore.
