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So wasteful, he's going to expend all of his energy to fight." one of the ghosts said.
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Then he won't last as long. He'll still be a meal however." another concluded, but they all held on, until Grave built up enough power such that he soon released a surmountable explosion of pure weave. Threads shot everywhere in a kamikaze styled attack, throwing his energy away en mass. Grave quickly felt the consequences of this kind of attack, as he used his entire existence as a trump card, blasting all his foes back, including the possessed Roy and Valencia, disrupting them enough to release them and leave them unconscious. The ghosts were blown back as well... But while they suffered a blow, Grave now felt powerless. They slowly regrouped. "
What a pathetic gesture." a ghost chided him. "
He acts like he learned how to weave yesterday."
The ghosts grinned again. "
There's no more fight left in you, child. Accept your Fate like a man." they concluded. They easily pushed an exhausted Grave onto his back, ghostly hands holding down his limbs and mounting him. Clothes undone and removed as one mounted his waist, a buzzing warm sensation coming from what amounted to her ass resting on his cock. "
Since your skill is so lacking, allow us a lesson. All of us will fuck you, at the same time~" they cooed. Before their weaving began to intertwine. "
If you do not brace your heart and mind, this could kill you. But it will be the most pleasurable death Fate can grant~"
The ghost over him lifted, as they all seemed to conjoin into one entity... Or rather, he felt himself and his sensations wrapped by their magic... Until his mind twisted to see... So many partners at once, mounting his waist. All different hair styles, different bodies. It felt like he was living over a dozen lives at once and experiencing all of them at the same time. Each pussy different, with a unique tightness. All touching his tip at once... When they lowered their hips, they all did it at different times... Pleasure became a deathly experience. A simple motion granted countless times, at a rate incomprehensible. It was so horribly intense that Grave came just when they inserted themselves. His body writhed and flailed uselessly, convulsing as his nervous system was thrown out of wack. Their voices moaned in a cacophony of chaos. Each woman ghost fucking him their own way. Their own voice. It sounded like a nightmare filled with pleasured laughter. "
It won't be so bad if you die~" one laughed. "
Then you can join us forever~" another cooed.
The fear of them all moving their pussies again was one that told him that it was going to actually be the end of him. Each pussy just being on him was already bringing him to incoherent thoughts and helpless drooling onto the dirt, his mind being destroyed by the feeling of over a dozen pussies squeezing his cock at once at all different yet the same time. All the slight twitching, so many leaning back, forward, left and right. His body went haywire trying to tell him the impossible, breaking his mind.
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Wonderful~"
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His expression of agony~"
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He's loving it so much that he's dying~"
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You will never rest in peace with us~"
Their words all came to him at once, and far many more he couldn't understand. It felt like Envy and Club wouldn't make it in time. These ghosts were going to rape him until he was broken... Or so it seemed.
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Honestly, your friend could have saved you if he stayed." said a familiar yet menacing voice. "
Solaris!" the voice called out, before their environment was suddenly illuminated with a yellow glow, much like sunlight. The ghosts all released Grave, howling in agony. "
The sun!" one cried. "
Forget it, he has no more energy! This isn't worth it!" another pouted, before they were each sailing away in defeat and fatigue at having been given a treatment of bright light twice that day. And their words held true. His soul wasn't even strong enough to lift his arm.
His savior
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as she stepped over him. "
Hello again, boy. We seem to be meeting each other a lot lately." she chuckled with a wicked smirk. "
Or rather, you can't seem to be left alone without getting into trouble. I take it that the power you possess is that of a chosen of fate? That would explain it. It certainly was lucky that I was here to save you~" she chuckled with such a tone that Grave felt like she was already pondering how he'd pay for her saving him. She produced a concoction. It was green and glowing. "
Here, it's concentrated energy. It tastes like water, but with the texture of sludge. Don't worry, it only 'feels' like semen in your mouth~" she chuckled, tipping the drink into Grave's mouth to force him to drink it. If he protested, which he likely did, she's growl at him. "
You are literally about to die, you moron. Don't bitch, and drink." she'd say, if he offered protest.
After consuming the bottle... Grave felt able to move normally, but his energy felt far from replenished. "
I'll bill you a different time. You've had a rough night. I'll be seeing you." she smiled and turned to leave, content that Grave was able to move.