R18 【MonKlein】End of Midnight

【蒙克】极夜终焉

sxl0314

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63633157

Summary:

Summary: A half-crazy creep is catching crows, but the crows seem to be enjoying it...Warnings abound: parasitism/spiritual intercourse/masturbation/pseudo-NTR/body double literature/tentacles/egg laying/creampies/oral sex/rimming/role playing/and a bit of inhumanity.

Work Text:

Klein opened his eyes.

...Yes, he had woken up early for some unknown reason. Klein felt an overwhelming irritation. He threw aside Arrodes, who was panicking and constantly spouting text. He sat up, felt the power surging through his body, and instinctively cast his gaze towards the distant starry sky.

Ahaha...found you.

Klein half-closed his eyes, a strange smile playing on his lips. His quasi-ancient power activated, and countless hidden tentacles stretched out in a certain direction of the starry sky, baring their fangs and claws.

In a distant corner, Amon, still wearing his monocle, was idly playing cards with his clone while pondering his next move. His spiritual intuition suddenly stirred, and he abruptly stood up, spilling the cards on his hand. Almost instinctively, he instantly activated his abilities of fraud and theft, trying to avoid the overwhelming tentacles. After a silent confrontation, he barely dodged an attack. Looking at the scrapped cards and clone, he couldn't help but sigh. He pinched the decorative monocle on his face, and slowly spoke, feeling the familiar breath. "Alas, dear Mr. Fool, it's been a long time since we last met. Why are you so violent right away? Considering that I helped you in the dream, you won't do anything to me, will you?"

"None of your business." Klein rarely spoke in such a tone, but he couldn't suppress his impatience. A strange impulse drove him to do something instinctively, such as... capture "Him." Having lost its uniqueness, the Time Angel was certainly no match for the Lord of Mysteries. Its tentacles rushed forward without any skill, ignoring the clone's attempts to stop it. It wrapped around the main body and pulled "Him" back, then slammed it down to the ground of Sefirah Castle without emotion, sneering.

"You've lost your uniqueness, and you're still wearing that monocle of yours?"

"Mr. Fool, you even control the decorations..." The thief's body, not particularly strong, was hurt by the fall. Amon tugged at Klein's tentacles with his hands, moved his legs, and tried to stand. He stared intently at the person sitting in the main seat, his heart wary, but his tone remained calm and cheerful. "Dear Mr. Fool, internal strife is probably not a good option when the end of the world is approaching."

Klein completely ignored his words and pinned him down with his tentacles. He sat condescendingly in the position of a fool, looking down at the innocent Amon. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was gauging where to bite. A second after the gray mist surged, Klein silently appeared beside Amon and bit down on his neck without mercy.

Amon felt only a distinct pain in his neck, the sensation of warm liquid flowing from the wound particularly vivid. He pressed his tongue against his fused teeth, letting out a slight gasp and a complaining sigh. Under the pressure of his status, he struggled to mobilize his spiritual power. "Ah... Mr. Fool, are you finally planning to eat it directly like a mythical creature?"

"Why are you resisting me?" Klein chuckled peculiarly, and gently licked the wound he had bitten with the tip of his tongue. As if somewhat dissatisfied with Amon's cold body temperature, Klein simply used his personality to parasitize Him, simulating a slightly hot temperature, and sighed softly with comfort. His loose robe draped over him, Klein buried his head in the side of His neck and laughed darkly. "Well, what did you say back in the God-Forsaken Land? Now I'm going to say it back to you - if I want, I have countless ways to play you to pieces."

The parasite froze Amon's smile. Under the old oppression, he had almost completely lost the ability to control his body, allowing Klein to manipulate him like a delicate ornament. He had never thought he'd experience parasitism again—of course, it would have been even better if it weren't for this. A mixture of curiosity and sighs, Amon silently replied in his heart. "Dear, kind Lord of Mysteries, I also established 'fair' rules of the game with you back then... Considering my help in the dream, turning me into a cookie won't help you regain your humanity."

"Who said I'd turn you into a cookie? Don't think I'm as violent and barbaric as you mythical creatures, Amon." As if he'd touched a sore spot, Klein spoke slowly. His cold fingertips slowly caressed Amon's eyes, then moved down to his lips and collarbone. After a moment, he chuckled softly. "Okay, I can make the rules too—as long as you can break free of my parasite, I'll let you go. How's that? See, fair enough."

Amon silently felt his fingers glide across his body, a wave of doubt gradually rising in his mind. After directly confronting the Lord of Mysteries, his spiritual intuition still tingled, but it no longer felt like the pricking pain in his head that it had at the beginning. He began to speculate on his actions based on his abilities as a decryptor and his understanding of humans and Klein. "...Mr. Fool, you're misleading me. You too need to use some human behavior to expel your Beyonder characteristics in order to stabilize yourself."

Klein tilted his head, staring into Amon's dark, lifeless eyes. He blinked, seeming slightly bewildered, but soon broke into a wide grin again, nibbling at the corner of his mouth like an innocent child. "That makes sense, Amon. You reminded me. I really need to find a way to deal with those extra thief traits..." He muttered to himself as he peeled back Amon's robe. He fiddled with the oddly fastened belt for ages, but couldn't get it unfastened. He simply snapped his fingers and removed it, violently unwrapping Amon's clothes until they were in disarray. As if craving Amon's warmth, he lay in the clammy crow's arms, taking a deep breath and commanding the spirit worm that parasitized Amon's body to hold him close. Just as he had previously used the marionette to serve him, he slowly nibbled and kissed his collarbone.

Amon's pale, slightly emaciated body gradually emerged from the air, the strange temperature fluctuations faithfully registering in his mind. After confirming that his own safety concerns seemed to have been resolved, the Time Angel's eyes gradually grew intrigued. He matched the Spirit Worm's actions, embracing the visibly agitated new god. Relying on his familiarity with thieves and parasites, he managed to move his fingers after repeated attempts. Then, as if flirting, Amon controlled his fingers to slowly circle Klein's back, speaking to him in his heart. "Ah, dear Mr. Fool... if you're willing to grant me some access to your body, I'm afraid I can do much more."

"I don't want you to do much, I just need what I need." Klein was obviously dissatisfied with Amon's struggle. He bit his shoulder hard, trying to leave a bright red bite mark on his body. He snapped his fingers absentmindedly to take off Amon's pants, weighed his unresponsive lower body, and soothed him with not very skilled movements. Of course, he did not forget to control the angel's body, so the other's soft breathing sounded in his ears. Klein seemed to be pleased by this action. He felt his penis gradually become engorged with blood in his hand, and kissed Amon's nose with pleasure. "Good boy, little crow... this is a reward for you."

Even as he gasped, his body naturally aroused by desire and pleasure from Klein's actions, Amon's inner voice remained calm, as if uninterrupted. "How did Mr. Fool learn to call me Medici? But you sound much more pleasant than Medici... Dear Mr. Fool, I'm very interested in serving as your Servant of Mysteries and uniting with you. So... how can I let Mr. Lord of Mysteries take the initiative?" As he spoke, several Time Worms within his body quietly broke free of his control and crawled towards the location of the parasitic Spirit Worm.

"Didn't I tell you? Don't resist me." Klein noticed his subtle movements, frowned, and bit him again. This time, he used more force, and blood oozed out. He mobilized the authority of the gray fog to suppress the Time Worm, stepped back slightly, tilted his head to examine Amon, and ignored his raised lower body. He took a few steps back and sat down at the long table where they usually held meetings. His humanity had faded considerably, and he didn't care much about these things. He lifted his robe to reveal his bare, thin legs, and simply propped one leg up on the table, openly and openly stretching himself in front of the Angel of Time. He inserted two fingers into the hole, pulling them out, releasing a hint of bright red flesh. He sucked on them reluctantly. His secretions flowed all over the table. Klein half-closed his eyes, moaning intermittently with pleasure, not forgetting to glance at Amon's body, paralyzed by the parasite, and smiled at him.

Amon ignored the subtle pain from the bite and sighed in feigned grievance. "Alas, I won't resist you, respected Mr. Fool. I just find it rather pitiful that the spirit worm within me remains unsoothed. I suppose, to use the old-fashioned term... is this considered 'spiritual communion'?"

His dark pupils reflected the god's lewd movements, and his squinting and lip licking were suppressed by parasitic control. "Ah... I thought you would be more proactive after reaching this level. After all, I have no problem with superiors and subordinates. Or do you prefer the pleasure brought to you by others, my dear Klein?"

"As long as I'm comfortable, it doesn't matter." Klein's voice was a little hoarse. He had already orgasmed once with his fingers. He panted heavily, his eyes slightly unfocused, and it took a moment for them to regain focus. He nonchalantly licked the liquid off his hands and looked to the side at the gray mist. The mist surged and swayed with his gaze, forming another "Amon" with black hair, black eyes, and a monocle. Klein glanced at the original over there with a provocative smile, hooking his finger at the Amon created by the gray mist. He maintained his posture on the table, leaning back slightly and spreading his legs towards it.

"Come, Amon." Klein called it deliberately, his voice drawn out, his eyes narrowed and he smiled like a cat stealing fish. "Come and help me."

Amon observed his actions subtly, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Dear Mr. Fool, doing this in front of the Master? Have I told you before that you're perfect to be my Favored One, or have you toyed with yourself like this before? I can only be better than your puppet, dear. After all—I'm more than willing to help you balance your humanity and divinity." "He" took on subtle, human-like emotions, his eyes gradually taking on a distinctly aggressive look.

"I thought you wouldn't mind, considering your countless clones." Klein observed Amon's expression with amusement, remaining noncommittal about the implications of his words. "It doesn't really matter. For me, I just need something—something that removes its characteristics. It doesn't matter who it is. But since you say so..."

The newly-promoted god waved his hand to dispel the substitute, ended the parasitism on Amon, and lazily hooked his finger at Him.

"Don't let me down, Amon."

Amon flexed his wrist, making a soft click. He stood up and adjusted his clothes slightly, his steady footsteps echoing through the empty gray fog. He caressed Klein's outstretched legs and chuckled softly. "Of course I don't mind sharing you with 'me'..." He emphasized the words, inserting his fingers into Klein's already soft and slippery vagina, rubbing the contracting folds inch by inch, searching for a sensitive spot. "But your actions just now were like abandoning a living person like me for an inanimate object... Alas, how heartbreaking. Mr. Former Error is not inferior to your little toy, is he?" Amon said, pressing down firmly on the soft, raised flesh with precise timing. The once smooth pads of his fingers suddenly became slightly rough.

"After all, you're Mr. 'Former' Error." Klein let out a faint laugh, unabashedly chuckling along with his movements. He stepped on his waist and wrapped his legs around it. "Haha... well, why don't you guess how many times I've done this?" He smiled frivolously, his half-lidded eyes glistening with tears as he let out a breath of appreciation. "You found it quickly, huh... at least being obedient is a virtue."

Amon cooperated, moving slightly closer to allow him to wrap his arms around him. At the same time, gray-white tentacles extended from the corners of his clothes and wrapped around Klein. "Have you done this before?" Amon raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at him, then spoke with a sigh. "Then you really should have come to me sooner, respected Mr. Fool."

The particles on the fingers gradually bulged and grew, soon losing their finger shape and becoming tentacles with numerous slender branches. The tentacles repeatedly swept over sensitive spots, and those that penetrated deeper gradually inward, forming suction cups. As they penetrated deeper, they continuously tightened the flesh walls, then were pushed forward and gently pulled down. Suddenly, grayish-white tentacles reached into Klein's robes, either wrapping around Klein's body and erect penis to soothe him, or climbing along his chest, gently caressing his cheeks and lips like a lover.

"Guess what?" Klein remained silent, his eyes half-closed in enjoyment. He glanced in his direction and scoffed. This inhuman sensation was truly something only the original could achieve; previous simulations had fallen short... Hmm. He nearly cried out from the excessive pleasure. He tilted his head back, panting, his neck exposed, his anus contracting and tightly clamping around Amon's fingers. "...That's incredible, Amon." He mimicked Amon's tone, calling his name ambiguously, rubbing the instep of his foot against his waist before clasping it tightly.

Amon narrowed his eyes at the curve of his neck swaying before him, leaned forward and gently pecked at his Adam's apple, his fingers pausing to wait for him to relax. "Then I guess this isn't the first time. You're so skilled at expansion, I'm almost jealous of that 'Amon', dear... Do you dream? Do you dream of intercourse with me to relieve your desire?" He spoke as he pulled out his alienated, wet fingers, the suction cups on them causing the flesh to turn outward slightly. After leaving the passage, the fingers reassembled into human fingers. Amon, stained with Klein's sexual fluid, drew circles on his lower abdomen and rubbed his hot penis between his buttocks. "Well, we'll be in here later. I'm sure Mr. Fool can take it, right?"

"I don't remember the contents of my dreams, but judging by the occasional awakenings... it's not impossible. You might not be the only one, though." Klein flirted with him, half-smiled. The area where Amon's liquid had touched him felt a little hot. With a quick, decisive thrust, he threw his unmoored calf directly onto his shoulder. "Don't use your Beyonder abilities to cheat, Amon. I'll kick you out."

"'Not the only one'?" Amon repeated, raising an eyebrow. He slowly pushed the tip of his penis into his anus, but stopped short, deliberately placing it at the entrance, moving in and out shallowly with the rhythm of his breathing. "Who is it? Your good colleague, the good friend you met at sea, or my brother?" He lifted Klein's legs onto his shoulders, his round nails gently scratching them. "Or perhaps it was you yourself? A self-desecration? ... Don't worry, dear. You don't need Beyonder powers to reach that spot." Amon deliberately misinterpreted Klein's meaning and smiled at him. Then, instead of rubbing against him, he plunged his penis fully into his well-played anus. The Time Worm, moving stealthily within him, simultaneously wrapped itself around the parasitic Spirit Worm, rubbing against each other as if mating.

"Your brother?" Klein muttered softly with interest, slowly taking a moment from the pleasure to ponder this question. The newly-minted Lord of Mysteries began to daydream again, and after a long while, he nodded. "I haven't tried it yet... I'll give it a try next time. Thanks for the suggestion." He smiled with narrowed eyes, tapping Amon's back impatiently with his heel to urge him on, and when he was truly filled, he couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh. "Hmm, very deep... Wait, don't... move my spirit worm...!" The mental numbness was even more unbearable. Klein frowned and grabbed Amon's hair, almost curling himself up. "This won't work..."

Amon paused at that, narrowed his eyes, and continued to move while touching his buttocks. "My dear, perhaps you and Medici will have a lot in common... Do you think I can't satisfy you yet?" The tentacles wrapped around Klein's wrists as they moved. The Time Worms within him ignored the warning and instead intensified their entanglement. More than one Time Worm climbed onto the Spirit Worm's body, while the genitals below easily broke through the passionate acupuncture points, pressing against his sensitive spots and ramming hard. The collision of flesh and blood emitted obscene sounds above the gray mist. "Ha... Mr. Fool, Mr. Fool... How does it feel to experience both physical and mental pleasure at the same time? Or do you want me to create a few more clones?"

"Medici? I've ridiculed him before... Haha, what's wrong? Are you so angry and embarrassed? Instead of thinking about that, why not think about how to satisfy me?" Klein was still languid, but his breathing had quickened. He couldn't help but let out a faint moan through half-closed eyes, his fingers scratching at the tentacles. "Hah, ah... Not bad, some progress... Um, I told you not to cheat with the Time Worm..." The Soul Worm curled up into a ball. Klein with trembling fingertips retracted the Soul Worm that was parasitic on Amon's body. He groaned again and leaned softly against him, his eyes momentarily confused.

The Time Worm, having suddenly lost its target, stirred for a moment before finally merging back into its body, bringing back the restlessness and desire that hadn't lingered to the end. Amon sighed softly and spoke with a hint of resentment, "Of course, I'm not going to be angry, dear... but this wouldn't really be considered cheating, would it?" He spoke as he approached the rubbing god. His tentacles tickled as his fingers moved, sliding and rubbing against his palm like a small animal. He reached out to lift the head that rested against him, kissing along the forehead and nose to the lips. Taking advantage of Klein's moment of confusion, he pried open his lips and inserted his tongue into the entanglement. Amon transferred a bit of his own lust-filled Beyonder Characteristics into Klein's mouth, slowly calling his name as his body absorbed it.

"Klein, Klein, Klein..."

"If I say yes, it's true... I'm the Lord of Mysteries, and I have the final say." Klein half-closed his eyes and looked at him, as if he were getting to know him all over again. His palm touched his face, then followed the curves of his muscles and placed a cool touch on his chest. "Well, now I'm the one who's fucking you, don't kiss me... Huh, um...? Delicious." Instinct drove him to subconsciously lick the Beyonder's characteristics clean. His breathing became more rapid, and he instinctively pressed against Amon, his nose moving slightly, sniffing his cheek like a kitten. "How dare you!... How dare you call a god by his true name?"

"This isn't a kiss, it's a tribute. But since you consider it a whore, how much should you pay me?" Amon answered him with a smile, and embraced the man who came closer to him, allowing him to penetrate deeper and stroke his back along his spine. He enjoyed the air brushing against his cheek, and when Klein turned his face to the side, he took the opportunity to kiss his cheek again. His palms were not very content, caressing his chest, occasionally scratching his nipples with his nails, and kneading the small nubbins that were gradually hardening and red under his fingertips. "Will it increase your satisfaction with me if I fuck you until you ejaculate without touching the front, my dear guest?"

"I'm going to have it for free. It's your honor to be my freeloader, Mr. Error." Klein hooked his arm around Amon's chin and tickled his Adam's apple, seemingly enjoying the touch. He snuggled closer to him, kissing and licking his ears. As an old woman, she didn't feel the cold even without clothes. Her skin temperature was actually lower than before, and her complexion was much paler, making her erect nipples even more prominent. "Haha... Are you provoking me? That depends on your ability. After all, if I wanted to, I could replace you at any time."

"Can you change it anytime? But your body seems to be enjoying it." Amon deliberately paused as he spoke, pressing hard against the sensitive spot, burying his head in Klein's shoulder and letting out a long breath. "You're holding it so tightly... I really doubt you can ever leave the Blasphemer." He lowered his head slightly and took Klein's fingertips into his mouth, nibbling the skin with his canine teeth like a small animal, then licking his fingers tenderly. The tentacles wrapped around his wrists shifted their target, reaching towards Klein's mouth.

"Hmm... Have you been trained by the Outer Gods? You're quite skilled." Klein continued to smile intermittently, his eyes narrowed as he let out a gasp of pleasure. His legs were tightly wrapped around Amon's waist, and he even extended some of his tentacles to tug at him, gently caressing his cheek. "It's not like I need you... Haha. Anyone can be my fuck buddy if I want." The god's eyes narrowed, while his inner walls unceremoniously twisted his penis. Suddenly, his mouth was filled with a thick tentacle. Klein frowned, biting it, then licking it with his tongue as if giving him a blowjob.

"No, I was trained by a pillar of strength," Amon mumbled, holding Klein's finger in his mouth. A subtle, ambiguous slurping sound escaped from between his fingers as he moved and licked them. As he caressed them, the monocle, used as a decoration, tilted to the side and fell to the ground with a crisp sound—a small chip appeared on it. But Amon was in no mood to care about the decoration right now. He suddenly adjusted the tempo of his thrusts, thrusting in and out of the tightening flesh, his tentacles increasing in tempo as they grew hot. He opened his mouth, releasing Klein's now damp fingers, and spoke softly with a smile.

"Honey... do you want me to cum inside you?"

"Your thing is of poor quality." Klein was in a good mood, jokingly looking at the fallen monocle. He really wanted to show him his black gloves, but unfortunately, he had already bitten them and took them off himself... Never mind. The restless tentacles pressed against the back of Amon's neck and approached, fingers sliding down to tightly grasp the hem of his clothes. "Hmm...? Give me the Beyonder characteristics... I want it!"

Amon narrowed his eyes at Klein's expression, which was as vivid as a cat showing off its power after receiving an advantage, and put on a helpless smile. Then he followed the force of the tentacle and moved closer to him. As Klein bit him, he also left a faint red mark on his body.

"As you wish, my dear...Klein."

Amon spat out these words before ramming hard into Klein's anus, pressing his glands firmly beneath his penis and allowing him to ejaculate. "Ah, since you like my uniqueness so much..." He said with a smile, taking advantage of Klein's moment of distraction to use his tentacles to wrap the black glove around him. After enjoying the spasms of his flesh for a moment, he pulled out his penis, held his hips with his hands to prevent the semen from escaping, and roughly stuffed the glove into his hole to block it. He raised an eyebrow and admired his masterpiece.

"... I'll give it to you. It really works well."

"Hmm... so comfortable... I'm about to break." Klein narrowed his eyes and uttered something he had never said before. He held onto Amon's body, refusing to let him go. He stared blankly into the gray mist for a moment before slowly focusing his eyes. "Wait, hey...! This is uniqueness..."

The rough fabric rubbed against his sensitive flesh, causing a shiver. Klein angrily kicked Him away, propping himself up and gasping for air. Suddenly, he burst into laughter. "Haha... If you're brave enough, put your monocle in here too?"

Amon rubbed the spot where he'd been kicked, blinking innocently. "My dear, don't you think that plugging your hole with this would make it easier for you to absorb semen? ... I do, but I'm afraid this ordinary ornament can't withstand your tightness." He took two steps forward, scooped up Klein's face, and licked his lips, his simulated breath flowing across his face. "Hmm... I want to do it again, my dear Klein."

Klein could clearly feel his body slowly absorbing His Beyonder characteristics bit by bit. The replenishment of similar characteristics also made him feel satiated, but he didn't want to be stuffed like this any longer. He simply groaned, pulled out the dirty gloves, and snapped his fingers, returning it to the mists of history. "What...?" He frowned, looking at the blasphemer's face as if he didn't recognize him. It took him a long time to realize what He was saying. "...Give me a reason, or I'll kick you out."

"Didn't you invite me up here? The reason... I haven't cleaned you up yet." Amon extended his finger downwards again, placing it on Klein's slightly reddened hole and slowly scraping the soft flesh. From time to time, he would swallow his fingertip a little as it contracted and then pull it out, soon making his entire hand wet.

"But once is enough." Klein frowned, seemingly not understanding Amon's words. He placed a foot on his shoulder, looking ready to kick him away at any moment, yet he couldn't help but moan. His vagina subconsciously contracted to retain fluid, and a sticky liquid spurted out. Truly tickled, Klein took a deep breath and decisively decided to kick him back on the count of three. Three, two,...

Amon leaned forward and blocked Klein's lips, swallowing all the soft moans. As if guessing what he was thinking, he buried his finger in his anus before the countdown reached zero, accurately finding his sensitive spot and pressing hard. "...Don't get me wrong, I just want to help you clean up, Mr. Lord of Mysteries."

"Huh...? Well, this little bit of sincerity isn't enough." Klein groaned, pushing him away with some resistance. He snapped his fingers, and the remaining turbid liquid and messy fluids vanished. "You can't even think of a good reason. You could steal it all... If you don't serve me well, you'll have to continue your journey through the stars."

"As you command, Mr. Lord of Mysteries." Amon placed another kiss on his lips, then lowered himself, knelt on one knee, straightened his back, and placed his cheek against Klein's anus, which, even after being cleaned, still exuded desire. He placed his hands on Klein's thighs and leaned forward, licking the slightly protruding flesh with his tongue.

"When I say clean, of course I lick it clean for you, dear Mr. Fool."

"He" ended the conversation with these words. He raised his head slightly and took Klein's penis into his mouth, carefully licking the small hole at the top of the penis, the grooves on the head, and the gradually hardening shaft with the tip of his tongue, as if reluctant to let go of the delicious taste. Amon looked at the prostate fluid and intestinal fluid from the anus that overflowed again under this care with satisfaction. He extended two fingers to dip into the sticky liquid, deliberately spreading them apart to form a thin layer between the two fingers, and shook them towards Klein. "This needs to be cleaned up properly, don't you think?"

Klein had long realized what He was about to do. Although he refused to admit it, his body was already genuinely aroused by what He was about to do. His anus contracted impatiently, and the unstoppable fluid kept flowing out. He tilted his head back and groaned, his calves resting on Amon's shoulders. His legs twisted involuntarily, and he moaned softly, a mixture of pain and pleasure. He quickly glanced at Amon's wet fingers before looking away, simply ignoring Him. He hooked his legs around His neck and pressed down, his penis already erect, and his voice was a little hoarse. "...Mm, that's enough, just come in..."

"Why are you so impatient... Aren't you cleaning it?" Amon rubbed his tongue against the contracting walls of his vagina, feeling a slight suction before slowly withdrawing it, along with the semen it had stained. He casually teased, but he had mastered the art of teasing a cat. He supported Klein's legs and stood up obediently, slowly inserting his penis, which hadn't even softened at all.

"Huh...why is it still so tight, dear Klein?"

Amon moved his waist, thrusting his hips vigorously, as if deliberately softening Klein's somewhat tight acupuncture points. He then slowed down and slowly rubbed them, speaking as if chatting.

"Actually, I'm quite interested in your orgasm from your tongue, Mr. Fool."

"Anyway... it can't be cleaned up." Could a mythical creature get hard just because it wanted to? Sure enough, it was cheating. Klein glared at him in dissatisfaction, his legs too weak to lift, and he simply draped them in Amon's arms, swaying with the thrusts. He was truly exhausted, lying on the table, his mind empty, occasionally letting out a soft, sticky, and drawn-out cry. "Your tongue... just a worm of time, humph... who wants to be brought to orgasm by that?"

Amon ignored Klein's gaze, which was more seductive than threatening. He squeezed his legs, then grasped his waist, encircling him and fucking him. He cooperated, letting Klein lie down. His hands moved to his waist, gripping Klein's waist and thrusting in and out. "Now, just like before, it's the same Time Worm inside you, giving you pleasure... It's so tight. Does talking like this make you even wetter, Mr. Fool? When you look at this table during your next meeting, will it remind you of the time you had sex with your nemesis here?"

"You're also a Time Worm. If you leave it there... you'll be eaten." Klein unceremoniously pressed against His waist, shifting restlessly, trying to burrow into His arms again. "Cold... No, no, I'll throw this table away... and get a new one." He muttered, unable to help but think of that scene, and his thin humanity seemed to stir.

Amon reached out and embraced Klein, stroking his back, which had been chilled by the tabletop. He keenly noticed Klein's fleeting gaze and chuckled softly into his ear. "How do you want to eat me? If this counts as being eaten, I'm quite happy with it—it seems I'm quite helpful in restoring your humanity. If you need to dispose of something, I'm happy to take some of the scrap, like this... table stained with your lustful fluids, my dear."

"...Pervert, go back to your starry sky." Klein gritted his teeth and squeezed out those two words. After absorbing "His" Beyonder characteristic, the contamination subsided, and his sanity temporarily returned. He grasped Amon's clothes nervously, contracting his acupuncture points to clamp down on his penis. "Hurry up, um... I can't hold on any longer."

"Understood, Mr. Lord of Mysteries." Amon suppressed a muffled groan, gradually increasing his pace. The moment he lowered his head to kiss Klein's lips, he released his semen into him. He gasped and released, ignoring the tenderness of his vagina after his orgasm. He pulled out his penis and moved his palm to his lower abdomen, feigning surprise.

"Oh...it seems that absorbing the Beyonder's characteristics has been very helpful in your recovery?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a jagged tentacle pressed against her anus, plunging deep into it with an undeniable force. Soon, buried deep within, the tentacle stopped moving, but the next moment, it began to wriggle and release eggs the size of eggs. Amon stroked the egg sheath beneath her skin, subconsciously trying to push up his glasses but finding nothing. He could only touch his cheek and speak slowly. "My dear, you really look pregnant now... These are Beyonder traits, but if we don't absorb them in time, they will become Time Worms, doing something in 'Mother's' warm vagina."

... He was creampied again. The moment the Beyonder's properties poured in, Klein tensed his body and groaned as he reached orgasm. His eyes were a little dazed, and he subconsciously let out a little tongue and gasped for air. With a soft pop, he felt his humanity surge, and the absorption of the Beyonder's properties had almost reached critical mass. He moved his sore legs, and at Amon's words, his alarm bells subconsciously went off, and he wanted to kick Him out immediately. "Hey, whatever you want to do, don't...! Um, um..." He contracted his anus in vain, but it only allowed the soft egg to go deeper. His mind went blank, and the subtle pleasure of repeatedly rubbing the glands almost made him collapse. "No, Amon..." Klein grabbed Amon's wrist with his backhand and frowned, looking quite distressed. "...I can't absorb it anymore. Any more will overflow—get it out quickly!"

"Mr. Klein, do you need help?" Amon allowed him to grasp his wrist, leaning down to whisper in his ear. Suddenly, his other hand struck, pressing down across his belly. The eggs inside showed no signs of damage, merely some shifting further inward while others moved outward. "If you can't absorb them, you can lay them... Madam." With a deliberately solemn tone tinged with a hint of teasing, Amon slowly announced the new scenario. "And I, the ordinary waiter who had an affair with you behind Mr. Duke's back, causing you to now need to secretly give birth—will assist you appropriately."

Amon held Klein's trembling hand and reached for the moist, dripping anus, guiding him to insert his fair fingers into the reddened flesh. He couldn't hide his calm smile. "Yes... a little deeper, just like when you masturbate in front of me... Do you feel it? This is the egg you're about to lay. Take your time, and push it out with the help of your flesh walls—of course, I'll help you."

What kind of scenario is this...? Klein's vision darkened with rage, but he also realized that not dealing with this properly was the way to go. The thought of the Time Worm crawling around inside him... Oh no. He glared weakly at Amon, biting his lip to stifle a sob-laced moan. His fingers trembled, a little weak, and he instinctively shuddered when they touched the soft, wet eggs. "Mmm... Amon," he gritted his teeth, trying to control his muscles to slowly release the eggs. He subconsciously grabbed Amon's wrist and exerted force, and for a moment, he actually felt like he was giving birth.

"Madam, I've told you this stare is just a silent invitation... but I certainly won't enter you while you're giving birth." Amon leaned in again, moving from his ear to his lips, rubbing against the soft flesh repeatedly. When his own fingers touched the egg, he returned his guiding hand to his abdomen. Just before the egg moved to the exit, he pressed down slightly. The egg, already soaked in fluid, rubbed against the walls of the hole with the external force, instantly falling into the cool air. At the same time, He forcefully pried open Klein's lips and hooked his tongue around them. After a brief intertwining of lips and teeth, He released Klein and took the egg, its surface coated in a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid. He absorbed it back into his body through his palm before Klein's eyes, leaving only a pool of crystalline, lustful fluid in his palm.

"Two more, my dear lady."

What...? The plump egg rubbed against the inner wall like a small vibrating toy. Amon's pressure just made it roll over the gland. Klein grunted and bit his lip, tasting the hint of blood before he gasped. There's more... He struggled to stand up slightly, then simply spread his legs as before. He inserted two fingers into his anus, spreading them in a scissor-like motion, holding his breath and squeezing the remaining fluid outwards bit by bit. What a strange feeling... Amon was really asking for death. Klein gritted his teeth, cursing Amon uncontrollably. His cheeks flushed red before he heard a "pop" as another egg was expelled from his body and fell to the ground. He grew impatient and simply transformed his lower body into tentacles. He swung them, burrowing into his body and enveloping the slippery object. He pulled out with one powerful thrust, releasing a large stream of fluid and causing his inner walls to spasm as he reached another climax. He flung the dripping tentacle-wrapped egg, imbued with Beyonder properties, at Amon, glaring and snapping. "Give your things back to you! Get out of here!"

A palpable stinging sensation spread across the tip of his tongue. When he released his tongue, Amon retracted it and licked the bleeding area. "So much like a kitten..." He thought, his eyelids drooping, his lips curled up as he took in the scenes before him. He also held the egg in his hand as it was released, absorbing it. His hands couldn't hold so much fluid, so it either flowed down his wrist or dripped onto the ground, leaving a few spots. Seeing the god's swollen flesh, slightly stretched and stretched after repeated penetrations, and the unstoppable fluid, Amon regretfully gave up on further teasing, determined not to overstimulate the cat. He extended his tongue, licking the fluid from his hand and the last egg, before absorbing the last of the Beyonder's properties. Then, Mr. Former Error snapped his fingers, restoring his robes to their original shape. He bowed gracefully to Klein and smiled good-naturedly. "Excuse me, are you satisfied with my service, dear Lord of the Mysteries?"

Klein was completely exhausted from the torment. He stared at Him silently, his eyes red and bloodshot. He struggled to keep his legs together, feeling his humanity erupting like never before. He lowered his gaze slightly to see the water dripping from Amon's hands. He waved his hand, conjuring a robe to cover his body, and spoke in a muffled voice. "That's fine. Don't come here next time..." As soon as the words fell, Klein, fearing Amon would cause more trouble, snapped his fingers and sent Him back to the starry sky. He curled up on the table again, panting softly as if exhausted.

Change the table, Klein thought. Must change!

Follow-up:"It was you who captured me...how heartless." Amon sighed regretfully, took out another ordinary monocle and stuck it into his right eye socket, looked back at the light blue planet, and gently raised the corners of his lips.

"I just wonder when Mr. Fool will be able to discover Him..."

At the same time, a transparent insect with twelve segments, which had been dropped into Sefirah Castle by its original body when Klein was off guard, had now completely restrained its presence and nestled in a corner of a pile of debris, quietly curled up into a ball.