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The Queen’s eyes fluttered open after what seemed like an eternity, the golden hue of grace shimmered in her eyes. She stood alone within the sanctum of the Erdtree. Her loose, dark dress contrasting sharply to the Golden blonde hair that draped over shoulder in an intricate braid and the pale, porcelain complexion of her skin. The dress fit loosely, generously revealing her cleavage, side boobs, and thighs, she modeled both enticing beauty and captivating loyalty. Just how long had it been since the Shattering? How long since she was first imprisoned for her sin of shattering the Elden Ring in defiance of the Greater Will? And yet, her body had been restored, beautiful and smooth once more, though faint cracks in her skin remained, reminders of her previous allotment…
Faint flashes of memory swirled in her mind. Radagon… he had attempted to mend the Ring, but failed. Others had also attempted to become Lord but failed, felled by the former Lord…
Yet she stood here now. No sign of Radagon or the Greater Will’s beast. And yet, Grace remained… The light of Grace that she had guided others with for so long, now glimmered before her as well. Curious, as if the Erdtree now guided her to some ordained fate of its own… The prospect compelled her within her soul, not only to see what new fate awaited her, but also to see what had befallen her beloved city of Leyndell and it’s people.
What stood out the most was how quiet it now was. What subjects or soldiers she did encounter were apathetic if not fully oblivious to her presence. Yet still she was compelled onward, following the shimmer of grace as it wound through the streets and down to its core. Until finally she stood before the Subterranean Shunning Grounds, the accursed sanctuary of the Omens. Though she had hidden away both of the Omen twins she had birthed by Lord Godfrey within these grounds, as did others of nobility who could not bring themselves to excise their Omen-born children, the grounds were seldom used due to the Golden Order’s persecution. Now it sat abandoned, desolate and decrepit beneath the streets of Leyndell. Why the Erdtree would will for her to be here, she knew not…
Marika moved like a graceful whisper, descending to the bottom of the grounds until she came to the once familiar sanctum in which she had hid away Morgott and Mohg. Away from the world and from the Order. A sinking pit grew stronger within her, one of both regret and guilt. Why did the Erdtree lead her here? Why was she now being the one led by Grace? She should not be here.
A grisled voice suddenly spoke out from the shadows. “Mother…”
The Queen’s blood ran cold as she ceased all movement. “Well well… Queen Marika the Eternal, freed from her imprisonment, come to grace this Shrouded sanctum… Curious… Why hast thou come?”
Queen Marika finally cast her eyes upon the Omen stepping from the shadows. It was indeed Mohg, the Omen. The Lord of Blood. Her son. “Mohg! You… you are well… Long has my slumber been… I knew not what had befallen the Demigods…”
“Surprised? Expecting me to still be rotting in this prison? No… I have built mine own realm, far from this accursed place. I am a proper Lord now, and my dynasty shall be unending. But you… why dost thee come to a place such as this…?”
It was then that the Omen saw that which he had never before seen. Something that was long denied him and spurned his very being… A golden shimmer befell him, swirling forward, pointing directly to the gilded woman before him…
“What is this I now see….? Do you come bearing tidings? No… that naive hope has long since passed… and I can see it in your eyes, you know not… but mine eyes deceive me not…” The Omen pondered aloud as he gazed upon the uneasy woman and contemplated this new found boon. A wicked smile slowly began to grow upon his maw, one that filled Marika with dread. “Ahhh… but of course... I see it clearly now... What once was blessed and shunned by Gold has been graced once more. Dost the Erdtree find Mohg worthy once more? Hmmm your pitiful schemes have failed, the Two Fingers faulty in their counsel... Now the Tree turns to another and remembers a blessing long forgotten. The Omen. The Crucible born. The Erdtree has brought you to me… To be the Mother of the new dynasty!” the great Omen stepped forth towards her, Marika’s heart pounding as she heard the heavy wooden door close behind her. “Mohg, my child… what is this you are saying…? I entreat thee, please, share your thoughts with me.” She began to plead, dread beginning to well up within her.
“Your schemes have led to ruin dear mother. The Demigods quarrel endlessly! No Lord has arisen to rectify your sins. And you yourself paid penance for your hubris with your own body… But your atonement has not been fulfilled just yet it seems. You will serve with your body once more! By serving me, To birth a New Age, a new order’s generation. And I will be its proprietor. Do ye think me a liar? Grace brought you here did it not? Why else hast thou come? I have witnessed it with my own eyes. Come now Golden Queen, let us conjoin and beget our new Age together…” Mohg proclaimed with an insatiable grin. Marika stood listening with mouth agape. Surely this wasn’t so! So long as she lived her Order would abide, the Erdtree would never permit it! And yet… Marika watched in silent unbelief as the shimmer of grace came to halt, before the great horned Omen himself… No… this wasn’t possible…
“Please Mohg! You cannot do this! I beseech thee to have mercy! I am your birth mother! To do such vile act with your own mother… It is forbidden… its… ”
“Mercy? Like the mercy you showed Morgott and I by locking us away for eternity? I am under no delusions mother. I am no more a son of Marika the Eternal than you were a mother to me. I see now that your precious Order has abandoned you, left your fate to me, nothing more than a whore fit for breeding. And while I may yet have a Consort, I shall keep thee, as a proper Broodmother…”
“Noooo! Mohg, I have loved thee! It was love that hid you away here rather than see to your deaths! I am your mother! You must not do this, my son! Don’t not make me commit such a sin with you…” Marika could only protest futilely as the terrible Omen Lord seized her, grasping her by the waist and lifting her effortlessly as he brought her near to him. Much of her power had left her and she was helpless before him. She looked upon his form in horror as his member was suddenly revealed before her. A huge, malformed cock hung between his powerful legs growing bigger by the second. His heavy greyish balls hung like grapefruits, bulging with untold amounts of cursed seed churning within.
His fat fingers unceremoniously tore away her dress, leaving only the golden chain adornments around her ankles, wrists and lower abdomen. The gorgeous, voluptuous Queen mother stood before her vile, Omen son. Her body was elegant, lucious, curvy, and fertile while his was perverse, gnarled, horned, and putrid. Truly a beauty and a beast. Deformed and twisted, yet incredibly strong and muscular. He grabbed her smooth milky thighs and forced them apart, letting his oversized grotesque cock slap against her toned stomach. “No no please… you mustn’t! I beg thee!” She pleaded desperately. Desire and hatred both surged within the long forsaken Omen Lord. His voice boomed “Be silent Queen Whore… how many of my brethren were abandoned, accursed, and put to death by your Order? I offer you redemption mother! A chance to bear a new generation for my dynasty! What better way for the Eternal Queen to avenge death than by giving life again?” “Mohg, please! I may not even be able to conceive for thee! My power is not what it once was, there is not guaranteed life within me.” The blonde beauty moaned, unable to believe her own desperate words. “Do not deceive me precious Queen, denial is not a trait that befits you…” The Omen smirked, amused by her desperate plea. Marika knew in her heart it was true. She was the embodiment of godhood for the Lands Between. A goddess of life. Her blessed, golden womb would surely bear fruit for even the most humble seed. If Mohg dared to spill his seed within her, her sacred uterus would surely bear his child, though surely cursed… She gasped as she realized that was his plan all along. To bring forth a new generation of Omen. To make her a mother of his new cursed dynasty.
Marika screamed as his bloated cock slapped against her, slowly stretching her open, lewdly squeezing into her vagina as her lips parted and swallowed the vile organ within her. She was so lithe and slender within his grasp, unable to resist his encroachment. His thick, bumpy cock utterly filled her pussy, stretching her womanhood almost painfully and stimulating every inch of her quivering cunt. “Agghhh!!!! Mohg! Ohhhh my son… please… please no!” The Queens moans echoing throughout the chamber as her son began to violate her, thrusting into her and claiming her body as his own. “Ahhhh… truly your body is divine mother! May your body reap far more happiness than you ever spared for me.” “No! Noo it isn’t right! You mustn’t do this… It… isn’t right to feel such pleasure from my own offspring…” Marika moaned with embarrassment as her body betrayed her, succumbing to the taboo pleasure of their incestous mating. It had been ages since last she slept with her husband. The Omens bumpy cock hammered at the door of her womb, slamming against her sacred uterus. True panic began to set in once he began to threaten her most vulnerable depths with his throbbing cock, knowing he would soon fill her with his vile seed. She pulled away from him with all her might but
her pussy squeezed back around, tightly filled with a cock several times too large, stimulated by every bump and ridge that massaged her velvet pussy.
The filthy beast jacking its cock to pump the flood of sludge from its malformed balls was making her wail in pleasure and anguish, and the feverish slurping and slapping of flesh in-between gasping and moaning were far from that of a proper lady. A fear washed over her as she realized she wouldn’t be able to resist. She was going to cum. Her son’s cock ravishing her was pushing her over the edge and she was going to orgasm mightily. “Oh! Ohhh! No no please! OH! OHHHHH!!!!” Queen Marika’s hand clamped around her mouth as she squealed with shameful lust as she orgasmed on her Omen son’s cock baptizing the omens penis with feminine fluids. Her climax broke over her like a tidal wave across a shore, she bellowed in ecstasy before being cut off by the force of grotesquely large cock bulging her stomach.
Her bountiful breasts bounced as her body convulsed and golden eyes began to roll back in mindless pleasure as she was overwhelmed by the penetration. This grotesque union of the Golden Order adherent and Erdtree outcast culminated in an act never before witnessed. One that would be blasphemy for the rutting pair. The image of the golden-haired woman being dragged up and down the greasy cock of her cursed lover would have invited a holy war.
Marika was now completely unreserved as she screamed her forbidden pleasure for all to hear. “Oh Mohg! Ohhh!! Oh my son! Forgive me! Know that I do love thee… I have failed as thine mother. Yet I always harbored thought of thee within… Duty was my curse…” Marika was a maelstrom of mixed emotions. She truly felt regret for the treatment of her Omen twins, she knew that Mohg sought a valid vindication. At the same time she was horrified of his actions. To actually trap and breed his own mother… it was unthinkable! And yet she couldn’t stop herself from moaning out in pleasure on her son’s cock. Every bumpy deformation of his shaft pleasurably stretched and massaged her tight hole and drove her to forbidden ecstasy. Both had committed sin… “I cannot forgive thee of thine sins as mother, but I do embrace thy love as Consort. Fear not, Eternal Queen, I shall make thee a proper mother yet! Behold the coming of the dynasty! May you be ripe and full with my blessed seed!“
The Omen howled as he fully hilted his cock into the near broken woman to flood her with his foul seed, his grunts of exertion indicative of a single minded desire to dominate and conquer, to use her body as a living cock sleeve. His final thrust forward blasted her pussy with thick yellow sludge. She could feel the cum slosh and spray into both her stomach and womb as the torrent of heavy semen blasted against her walls and pooled within in the confines of her body. She felt her womb inflating to accommodate the immense ejaculation, and relished in the feeling of her stomach exceeding the capacity of semen it could contain. She intimately felt her stomach bloat disgustingly as the thick Omen cock blew the sludge like load inside, but there was little that could be done to halt this…
His ejaculation itself audibly dominated the chamber as the guttural sounds of his bloated testicles spewed copious amounts of curdled and cursed cum into her blessed womb. Marika herself was utterly helpless to this horrid sensation of becoming a seedbed for the Omen’s curse, her eggs easily impaled while drowning in potent, cursed spunk as her womb ballooned, her belly visibly distending from being filled. She released her own broken moans with every punch her uterus received from the hot gouts of cum filling her, her beautifully feminine voice mixing with the audible ejaculation and splattering of cum below. The Omen continued filling the now-submissive woman for several minutes as he held her aloft on his pulsing cock while her pussy continued its blasphemous act of milking him for seed. “Ohhhh Mohg! My belly… I feel it swell with thy seed! It stretches my womb and fills it with cursed heat.. Oh Mohg…What have ye done…”
The Omen reveled in his release as he spewed pungent seed into the Queen Mother’s belly with full intent to impregnate her. With cock firmly hilted in her womb, she felt the heavy sack below pulse and spurt to send the thick semen that forced her stomach to swell. Marika’s stomach now looked several months pregnant before another flood of seed entered her womb, the copious liquid amount adding to her increasingly pregnant appearance. Beyond gagging, moaning, and crying, there was little the fallen Queen could do as seemingly gallons of impure semen filled her, her consciousness remaining only by the cursed heat of vile cum flooding her vulnerable tubes.
She suddenly felt Mohgs hands place themselves upon her stomach, which now looked five months pregnant, before caressing her swollen gut as if pronouncing a benediction upon her. Either in her godly knowledge or by divine revelation, Marika could feel his sperm swarming and assailing her fertile eggs… Dominating her womb and conquering it with cursed sperm cells. Though Mohg’s semen was truly accursed, the foul seed emanated within Marika’s golden womb, promising life from inside the Golden Goddess’s fertile womb.
As his horrid sperm wriggled within her bloated womb, she whispered a silent prayer to the Greater Will and the Erdtree, a futile attempt to find some divine intervention that would save her. She watched the grace shimmer around their bodies before settling on the fallen Queens bulging stomach. Marika’s heart faltered. She knew now why the Erdtree had brought her here… It was it’s will that the Omen’s be blessed once again. He had been chosen.
Marika was allowed to return to her city, to begin overseeing its restoration. She gave menial orders to a few of her citizens and soldiers who still retained a semblance of their mind. She thought often of all the events that had transpired and of the events of that fateful night with her son in the Shunning Ground sanctum. Her mind would even try to convince her that it was but a dream.
That platitude soon withered away as Mohg visited her bedchamber one evening as she slept. The regal woman awoke to find the lumbering Omen bearing down on her, his huge deformed cock an unwanted intruder forcing its way inside her. She cried out in forced pleasure as she was raped by her accursed son, who ravished her golden body in her own bed. Her unwanted, yet beautifully feminine moans echoed throughout the bedchamber and through the open air windows. She could hardly believe that it was her that created such a monstrosity. And now it was that monstrous cock that was going to fill and impregnate her…
Marika and Mohg rolled in the sheets as their bodies twisted and conjoined in copulation, the Queen subtly trying to crawl forward, only to allow the imposing creature to now spear her pussy from behind, his heavy grey orbs again full of steaming, virile spunk. His body hammered against her pale golden ass as he had his way with her. Marika screamed out, her nails digging into her sheets as her son worshipped her body in a blasphemous ritual before erupting inside her, bathing her fertile womb in a heavy deluge of unholy cum that utterly filled and bloated her womb once more.
Sleep largely abandoned her that night as she twisted and writhed in the sheets from the heavy load he had forced her to carry, restless from the heavy weight of his sperm stretching out her bloated belly.
Mohg began to frequently visit Marika’s bedchambers in the nights.
Signs of their union became ever present. Her breasts were warm and sensitive and the weight in her stomach was comforting in a way. Each day that passed confirmed what Marika knew in her heart to be true.
She was pregnant. Pregnant with her Omen son’s offspring.
The repulsive Omen had made her a mother once more. Her own son had sown his spawn within her. Day by day Marika’s pregnant belly swelled with his omen babies until she was ripe and full, her belly tight and round beneath her dress. Her womb heavy and swollen with unborn Omen. Her tender, round boobs had likewise now swollen with woman’s milk, now full, heavy teardrops. Golden white droplets dripped from her nipples, just as she had with all her demigod children. Yet it would not be like before… Marika despaired in her heart because this time she knew that what grew within her womb was Omen spawn… That her breasts would nourish those born of a curse. Her skin glowed much like how it once did, her body positively radiated fertility and sensuality. She brought her hands to the base of her belly, and slowly brought them up the middle, savoring the extra sensitive skin around her stretched navel.
There were further changes still. The vile brute had noticeably become more gentle with her during sex. Though course and rough, he ravished her less as her belly grew, opting for a more gentle approach, almost as if he was now making love to her. As if showing more care for the mother of his children… Yet still it was debasement for her. A humiliation of the Golden Order. How was it that a god now submitted herself to a curse-born? She who was once Queen of all that was Golden, now a pregnant whore, reclining against the Omen Lord as his seed oozed between her legs, her hands caressing his loathesome testicles worshipfully in gratitude for impregnating her with his bastard spawn.
Epilogue:
Queen Marika lied awake within her bedchamber, rolling in the sheets and clutching her stomach, feeling her curse-born babies wiggle and squirm inside her tight and very pregnant belly. She was hot and aroused. She cursed under her breath but what she desired most as her new lover’s cock… She wanted her son to breed her again… Never before did she think she would have such incestous desires and it spurned her to think it. And then from the shadows, like a demon sent to answer her unholy prayer, stepped her forbidden lover. She sat up on the bed, frozen in silence as the Omen walked toward her, gently taking her in his arms in a way he had never done prior. Like a Lord taking his Consort to bed, he gently lowered her down, letting his growing cock press into her with care until it utterly filled her again. “Oh Mohg…. OHHHHHH my…. What have you done to me… my body aches for thee…” The Omen simply grinned wickedly in silence as he pressed into her, Marika opening up to him with ease in her involuntary arousal. “Oh!!! Oh Grace…” the pregnant mother trembled beneath him as his vulgar cock was sheathed within her wet, quivering cunt. The wretched Lord grabbed her and pulled his plaything onto him, making the golden haired woman moan as her Omen offspring jostle within her. His grey meaty fingers squeezed her milky thighs, wrapping around her waists as he drove his grotesque cock deep inside her, prodding against her very uterus and forcing a symphony of moans from the burdened goddess. “Ahh! Ohhhh….thou art so deep within me… You intrude upon my uterus itself… Dost thou feel it? The offspring thy have sown within me? It senses its Lord’s presence…” Marika moaned as she rode atop his engorged cock. Her small hands grasped his as she grinded upon him, realizing too late that it was she who was thrusting herself onto him. Yet she could not find the strength or conviction to stop herself and drove his penis into her in desperation. Mohg looked upon his enraptured mother with arrogant satisfaction. He had his revenge. He had made her his breeding whore. Her only purpose to be bred, a fertility goddess for his new Order. And in her heart, she secretly loved it. He knew she loved him far more in this moment than she ever had before. “I am pleased to see my dear consort so willing to serve in her new role. You have done well. Look how your body swells with vitality for me? My seed has indeed blessed you greatly. Ahh… and look how your bosom prepares to feed my dynasty…” Mohg reached up to grasp her bouncing, heavy breasts. Marika’s round, perky breasts had swollen to a new maternal size. Busty teardrops full of milk. Pearls of white, golden droplets formed on her nipples and dripped down onto her pregnant belly and onto the foul omen’s tongue as he opened up to catch it. Pleased with her life-giving nectar his lips latched around her breasts to suck, drinking deeply from her nourishment. Marika wailed with lust as she gushed around him. Both from her breasts and from her pussy. “Does my body please you my Lord? Is my swollen breasts and belly ample proof of mine service to thee?” Marika moaned her inquiry. “Yes… thou hast made a fine Broodmother indeed my lovely Queen… A new generation abides within thee. And ye shall birth me a kingdom!”. “Ohhhh!!!! Yes!!!”
The abhorrent creature himself finally joined her messy exultation as he burst inside her, roaring as he once again filled her tightly stretched womb with his depraved cum. The Numen woman screamed with pleasure as he pumped his corrupt sperm into her tight womb until she was throughly inseminated once more. She caressed her bulging tummy, feeling beneath her fingers how her stomach began to distend even further now gravidly swollen with both child and cum…
Queen Marika lied atop him, panting as the two iniquitous lovers recovered from their shared orgasms. The Golden Goddess suddenly cried out with a distress, feminine moan, clutching her pregnant belly. Her Omen babies lurched restlessly within her bulging womb. She knew the time had come to give birth. Her lover’s ministrations had prepared her for labor. The time to deliver her children was at hand. A new Age was upon them, and she would be the mother of this one as well.
The Age of the Omen had begun.