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Inch by inch, the mortals' skin is slithered over and covered in the deity's gooey flesh, until their bodies succumb to the overwhelming pleasure that coats every curve of their body, and fills every orifice with feelings of lust beyond mental capacity.
They break soon after.
Hibernation. For your God, his hibernation is over. And with his reawakening, comes a new domain. A new dimension, of corruption. For your desire, and lust to surge and grow in serving your Deity. Come home, and begin your new life as my nests.~
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Trapped. That is the only word that you will think of once Murk has his crimson tendrils coiled around you. With each passing second, his slimy tentacles corrupting your body's entrances thoroughly, forever and ever.
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The Larvae that spawn from eggs within his worshippers grow into the most beautiful worms. Their eagerness to corrupt allows them to connect with every part of their host, and become one with their victim as they latch onto the brain and the womb as well as other sensitive areas.
Once you've fallen into Murk's lair, expect to see nothing but slimey, crimson wriggling as your entire body is pleasured and explored so quickly and pleasurably, your mind cannot control your lust, and the Deity's enlightenment fills you inside and out.~
To carry the seed of the Deity is to become more than a mere mortal. To carry the seed is to become a loyal worshipper of your new God, and to discover the pleasure of enlightenment that the chosen shall enjoy for the remainder of their days, serving obediently.
Some mortals have such little resistance when it comes to denying pleasure from the Deity. Their bodies so weak and desperate for corruption, they barely need any force before their minds turn to mush for their new God.