COMMISSION: Metroid: Depths of Desire, ch.1

Author's Notes: Time for a new thing! This is intended to be a fresh series about everyone's favorite bounty hunter -- Samus Aran -- and her more adventure-based foray into a world that may seem foreign, yet familiar all at once. Can she handle the threats she'll be put up against? More importantly, can her ass? Let's find out -- and find out whether or not my fourth shot at the character will be the one that sticks!

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‭My name is Samus Aran. Once a soldier, now the deadliest bounty hunter in the galaxy, I travel from planet to planet doing what I do best -- making life hell for space pirates, otherworldly menaces, and all manner of other alien scum. Between having skills honed to a razor’s edge, the best gear seguru can buy, and my own enhanced DNA, there’s no better merc in the business if you want something done right.

Today is -- or should be -- an ordinary workday, bringing me to the rotting, half-worked labyrinth of some distant, fuck-off planet, exactly the kind of place I expect to be both infested with hostile alien life, and the base of operations for something far more nefarious. An old, dark, forgotten place. Barely-working energy doors partition off sections of a seemingly endless base of operations, separating crudely-built rooms with the dank, earthy tunnels of the planet’s bowels, endless vertical shafts, traps, environmental hazards, and deadly native fauna making the place all but intraversible to anyone who isn’t me... but this isn’t my first job.

A grapple beam to a sturdy anchor point sends me hurtling up from one moss-encrusted ledge to a higher one, dry violet ground crumbling under my booted feet like sun-bleached clay as I soar upward. A well-placed missile renders a closed energy door open and inert, and I make my way through, not missing a beat as I drop down into a narrow shaft leading back downwards, my suit collapsing into a morph ball to let me slide easily down the otherwise impassable tunnel. I shoot down, dropping a microbomb as I do, and blow a soft chunk of wall away, allowing me to track back upwards and roll my way into a worked metal tube, the purpose of which is uncertain to me, but all I’m doing now is exploring. There’s something here I need to get to, and I’m not leaving until I find it -- my employer mentioned activity of dangerous alien cultists with unknown motives, and from the few I saw for more than an instant before they were reduced to dust by my arm cannon, everything here has been acting... strangely. Looking at me almost like they recognize me before being blown away, attempting to neither flee nor fight back. It almost isn’t even fun.

Completing my short trek down that metal trench, I emerge into a larger chamber, morphing out of ball form and taking stock of my surroundings. Three creatures turn to face me, tall, reptilian, and semi-bipedal, their expressions unreadable. They carry no weapons, but I’m not foolish enough to assume they aren’t dangerous -- I came here to put an end to whatever this operation is, and you don’t do that by leaving survivors. A flurry of shots from my arm cannon leaves all three little more than smoking husks before they can even react, and I move on, hopping up a short ledge and popping open an energy door with another missile. It’s only now that I hear what sounds like chanting, or singing... this strange, low trill humming from an adjacent chamber, rhythmic yet alien. I’m not sure what’s about to happen, or exactly what I’m looking for... but my gut tells me I’m getting close. Things are about to get nasty.

I load a super missile into my arm cannon and keep it trained ahead of me, stalking slowly forward, body tilted sideways to give a smaller target. I don’t know what kind of resistance to expect, but it’s good to be ready anyways. Making my way through the doorway, I find myself in a massive cavern -- wayward metal frames offering patches of flat ground, but the rest made up of the same unworked purple clay I’ve been traversing up until now. This, also, is the first time I see clear signs of a... what I suppose I’ll call a ‘project.’ Cables hooked up to crudely-built batteries all lead to the same place, a bizarre framework of alien design, glossy, negative black in color. It looks to be perhaps fifteen feet wide, but unclosed, the profane geometry of its structure difficult to comprehend, like some dark, incomprehensible intelligence attempted to create a massive door or window, but failed... if, indeed, it did fail.

Surrounding the batteries and the foul framework itself, the source of that trilling song, is a sizeable group of varying aliens -- some like the reptilians I blew away recently, but many others as well, in wild gradients of more or less humanoid. They show no commonality beyond their cause, eyes staring straight toward the frame as they chant, arms (or similar appendages) extended towards it as currents of visible energy surge from the scattered, makeshift engines, to the object of their idolatry.

A moment of uncertainty creeps into my thoughts, though I try to push it away. I truly don’t understand what I’m dealing with, and while my first instinct would be to blow the whole thing up and let it sort itself out, this humming sound is getting under my skin a bit -- that I’ve stumbled into something not criminal, but spiritual has me on edge. I creep closer, none of the cultists taking note of me, and notice one new detail... one that changes the situation considerably. Those cables, the network of makeshift tubes running from the batteries to the framework, didn’t end at the frame itself, but continued to extend beyond it -- linking this bizarre artifact not only to a power source, but to a strange woman behind it.

Tall and statuesque, she appears to be unclothed, with hair the color of a blazing inferno and skin of swirling gray and black. Her eyes are closed, body mounted and strapped to a massive metal cross, keeping her arms outstretched and legs dangling. More of that energy runs through the cables hooked into her body, but it isn’t flowing into her... it’s flowing from her, once more into that diabolical fixture of dark, twisted metal.

Brow furrowing beneath my helmet, I aim my arm-cannon once more, trying to decide what to do, what to shoot. Usually I have a lot more resistance, makes decision-making a lot easier, but these guys are giving me nothing. In my moment of hesitation, I see those currents of energy start to grow brighter, faster, the chorus of alien chanting rising into a thunderous crescendo, and... all at once, that framework erupts, shooting upward and barely containing a massive, unstable portal of dark energy. It gutters and licks like an open flame, motes of white sparkling throughout an otherwise impenetrable maw of black.

My eyes widen, and I take a step forward, gazing into the darkness only to find it gazes back -- within that abyss of ravenous dark I see my reflection, though twisted and darkened to match the spasming black pit it stares at me from within. I look around, for just a moment, to see the cultists beginning to wither, collapsing to their knees, flaking away as if hit by the slowest-ever disintegration beam, their dust swirling, coalescing, and drifting into the yawning abyss. A sensation not dissimilar to panic wells in my chest, and I take a step back, shooting a charged shot at the portal... only to have it vanish completely, my reflection on the other side not mirroring the action of aiming or shooting. Instead, the reflection tilts its head, as if regarding me with curiosity. A moment later, it steps through the portal from the other side, into the real world.

I’m gripped with a strange mix of dread and befuddlement as it (she?) walks forward, taking stock of its surroundings -- of the immolated cultists and the sparking, shorting batteries, struggling to keep the portal intact. She looks like me, exactly like me, though the way I’d seen her on the other side of the portal. Rather than my own distinctly ochre armor, she’s clad in a carapace of steely black and neon blue, her angles all a little sharper, a little stranger, like she obeys a geometry foreign to me. Finally, she looks at me, speaking in a voice eerily similar to my own, a faint distortion tinting her words with icy mania. “This is a surprise,” the armored figure says, stretching out as if she’d been long asleep. “Incredible how one fly in the ointment can leave all one’s plans in shambles. Then again...” she pauses, examining her arm-cannon, then looking down at her armor. “Maybe this is better, yeah?”

“Alright, I need you to start talking before I ‘accidentally’ let a super missile go off in your direction,” I glare hard, teeth gritted. This is weird, and I don’t fucking like weird. I’ve spent way too long now not knowing what’s going on, and it’s time some things got clarified.

“Talking?” she says, tilting her head at me again, like a cat studying a mouse. Not a feeling I’m used to getting. “Huh, thought I already was. Or... do you want me to talk about something specific? How I got here, who I am, what’s going on? Not bad questions. But I don’t like being threatened.”

She slowly extends her free hand, and I decide not to take any chances, firing off a super missile exactly as promised, aim perfect. Only... there’s a click, and nothing comes out of the cannon. I try to fire again, and again, and from the mirror-me’s hand I see strands of dark indigo energy slither forth towards me. I backpedal a step, rolling sideways in last-second evasive action from an attack I don’t know, but an instant later those dark strands catch up with me, wrapping around my armor, compressing. I feel the air leave my lungs as clinging, writhing bands of energy gum up every joint in my armor -- then, in one single kinetic motion, tear it apart. In an instant, a small fortune’s worth of bounty hunter armor is deactivated, rent asunder, and scattered across the chamber, leaving me to collapse to the floor in nothing but the skintight sky-blue of my zero suit, numb and gasping from the experience of having been so effortlessly disarmed.

“Nngh... what the... fuck...” I roll onto my side, struggling up into a kneeling position and drawing my sidearm, aiming it and letting loose a paralyzing bolt -- or, at least, trying. It, too, has no effect beyond a quiet click, and I hear a soft, playful chuckle from behind my counterpart’s helmet.

“Gonna be a good girl, now?” she asks, showing no outwardly antagonistic behavior now, but taking a few steps forward and crouching in front of me. “You want answers, I get that. But... I’m afraid I don’t have any. No good ones, at least. I get the impression something went wrong -- likely your fault, but whatever, I’m not big on grudges -- because my memories, what I think were my memories, are fading from my mind. Like when you forget a dream a few seconds after waking up. In their place, I’m getting more and more of you. Your thoughts, your memories. Flickers of childhood, old jobs, lost loves.” She’s silent for a moment, and I can almost feel her frown through the helmet. “So much pain.”

“So you’re a knockoff of me. Some weird negative. A dark Samus.”

“Hah! Dark Samus. I like that. Mind if I steal it? I need some kind of name, after all. Just ‘Samus’ is obviously taken. But no, not a knockoff. I can feel...” she pauses again, lifting her hand, wreathing it once more in dark energy -- not to use against me, but merely to observe, to command, playing with it like a toy. “So much power running through me. So, no, not a knockoff... an improvement.”

“And... nngh... what happens now...?” I struggle to my feet, slipping the Paralyzer away, as it clearly won’t be doing me much good if this becomes a fight. It’d be just me, against me with the suit on... and while I’m not fond of my odds in that kind of encounter, nor would I bet against me. I’ve been through worse. I think.

“Now,” she glances back to the portal, her armored form shimmering with sinister power. “I feel it calling back to me. Now that I’ve taken shape -- your shape -- it’s time for me to return. Of course, I can’t have you following me, so you’ll need to be occupied.” She stands as I do, and takes a few steps back toward the gateway before turning back to glance at me. “I bear you no ill will, of course. After all, we’re the same... or similar, anyway. Like sisters! Maybe even twins. So, while I do need you to stay here, I’ll try to make your detainment as enjoyable as I can, yeah?”

“Hold on, you c--” I try to take a step forward, towards her, but feel the portal pushing me back, like gravity’s suddenly oriented itself far behind me and all I can do is try to hold on.

She approaches the portal, allowing herself a moment of contemplation and musing aloud, “Let’s see, what will keep you occupied... ooh, I have an idea.” Another plume of indigo launches forth from her hand and into the portal, churning within its black depths for a long moment -- and she then wrenches backwards, pulling something out -- or rather, four things -- each connected to the gateway by spectral tethers of that same deep blue coloration. They’re humanoid, though decidedly... less clothed than Dark Samus or even myself. They match one another beyond very slight differences, each distinctly feminine, each with flesh in a pale, cold palette ranging from lavender, to light teal, to sky blue, and crowns of slender horns adorning heads of fine, straight dark locks. Eyes burn like emerald flame, angular features hungry and predatory. High, firm breasts all sport elegant nipple piercings, and their fingertipss and long, sinuous tails sport a dark gradient, all faded to black at their tips.

As I examine them more fully, though, I finally lay my eyes on what my counterpart meant by ‘keeping me occupied.’ As I scan down their flat, smooth stomachs, my gaze meets their massive members -- their imposing size dramatically exceeding my own, not quite a foot in length, but nor particularly far from it. Even more curious than their size, though, is their nature, their fully-erect girldicks not quite human. Lacking an outer layer of skin and boasting a more tapered point, their impressive shafts extend down to a thick, study knot of flesh at the base, evoking that which some alien beast might use to breed its partner. I swallow hard, reaching back to the Paralyzer at my hip, but find the sucking well of force leaves me all but immobile, as if bound to a single space and unable to move my body in any direction.

“This should leave you with some fun memories,” Dark Samus says, a light-hearted cheer in her voice dissonant to the situation. “Ta.” Leaving her servants -- be they creations or summons -- behind, she steps unceremoniously back through the portal, leaving behind only that glassy black void to which the four demon-like women remain anchored. Four pairs of glowing green eyes settle on me, growing predatory as if only just now realizing their purpose... and relishing the anticipation of its fulfillment.

As they begin to advance, I do my best to take a step back, struggling against the field of force holding me in place. I only succeed in collapsing to one knee, then down onto my hands, gritting my teeth as they creep closer and closer, cat-like purrs rumbling forth from their bare chests, their visible members throbbing as they draw near. Their goals are more than obvious, and... while I can’t deny that they’re beautiful, even enticing, I have no intention of giving them what they want without some kind of fight. If I can fight.

My train of thought is broken as they truly surround me, not speaking, but all making strange sounds -- these wistful, thirsty sighs that echo off one another, almost forming language, but none in a language I can understand. Sweet, formless whispers, a parody of fawning words. As I’m left on all fours, one kneels before me and presses her lips against my own, a long, tender kiss I have little choice but to return. I let out a groan of protest as she embraces me, her tongue slipping free of her mouth and into my own... then continuing, extending farther and farther from her mouth, hitting the back of my throat and then driving down, gagging me with the smooth, slippery appendage that is seeming more to resemble tentacle than tongue. I gasp through my nose, drool beginning to trickle down my chin. Then, I feel the back side of my suit rip open.

I tilt my head as best I can, glancing behind me to see the other three of these strange, feminine creatures, strong, dark fingers shredding the rear of my zero suit into tatters, exposing my ass to the cool, stale air of the alien cavern. I feel the chill creep across my butt, down my taint and even to the back end of my sack, the lattermost of which I feel graced by a long, warm kiss, followed by a second, two of the horned women nuzzling and suckling at them from behind. I feel three pairs of hands caressing along the ripe slopes of my ass, massaging, worshipping, and an involuntary moan escapes my crowded mouth when I feel the stroke of a wet, adoring tongue along the tense pucker of my sensitive asshole.

I shudder, my saliva blending with that of the creature still ‘kissing’ me and dribbling down my chin, then neck, coating the front of the zero suit with sticky wetness as her tongue pushes down my throat again and again, now thrusting into me, fucking my throat while her sisters assail me from behind. The lapping and kissing at my balls continues for a long moment, making me shudder with unasked-for pleasure even as I feel another of those tentacle-like tongues push against my anus, coating it in wetness before driving smoothly inside. I try not to yelp out, remaining resilient, as stoic as I’m able to as I feel another of those tongues wind around my sack -- cradling it in a moist, slithering embrace as the hot breath from the woman’s nose cascades across my taint. The other that had been joining her seems to have now moved upward, kissing and massaging my asscheeks while the third crams her tongue deep inside of me.

My eyes roll back into my head as I try to push back, try to struggle, but find the pull of the portal too strong to push back against, especially without my armor. I’m left with no choice but to endure, to digest everything that’s happening to me, each of these demon-like women having extended their tongues into long, slippery tentacles -- the kiss leading to my throat getting fucked, one of those things wrapped loosely around my exposed balls, and now two more sliding into my upturned ass, in and out, in and out, keeping their rhythm asynchronous with one another, making the sensation all the more torturous for my sensitive backdoor. This kind of anal pleasure is an indulgence I rarely allow myself, much less let others avail themselves of, but as those tendrils thrust deeper and deeper into my tight hole, keeping me spread and wet as they drill inside of me, that pleasure grows harder to resist. Already I can feel my own slim member stiffening to full life, pressed against the tight membrane of the zero suit with my smooth balls being teased and tormented just beneath... it would be a nightmare if it didn’t feel so good.

“Mnnngrrhh... chhllkk...” I struggle to say, my toes curling within my boots, trying to push against them, but failing. I don’t have long to wait, though, before my aggressors become... perhaps bored, perhaps satisfied, with their present activities. I gasp as I feel that long, fleshy tendril slip out of my throat and out of my mouth, the naked woman in front of me sealing the embrace with another soft, ‘normal’ kiss, nibbling at my lower lip. For a moment, I look into her eyes, and find myself unsure how to describe her gaze. Her sentience is clear, but there’s something otherworldly about the thoughts churning in her mind -- lust, but perhaps not the way I would think of it. Still, I cannot tell if these things have been called from elsewhere or formed from nothing, but whatever they are, they’re not things that think the way I do.

My hazy musing goes unfinished, though, as she nimbly tucks her feet in front of me and slides forward, easing her entire body up beneath mine, hands moving to my hips to keep me held steady. With me firmly in her lap, now, I feel the length of her massive member prod against my own smaller one, then grinding along the slavering, worshipful tongue still coiled around my balls -- she lets out a husky moan beneath me as she comes into contact with that slithering wetness, but the presence of her thick shaft causes the other creature to disentangle from me. She stands, helping to lift me up into a sitting position, and finally I feel, alongside the two thrusting tongues already deep inside my asshole, the prodding tip of the demon-thing’s massive cock, grinding against my lubricated entrance.

“Nngh, oh, don’t tell me you plan on-- hhnnh!” I grit my teeth as those two tongues spread me open, far stronger than they should be, and the woman beneath me pushes inside alongside them, stretching my tight ass around her thick, throbbing shaft. A fresh spike of excitement rushes through me as I drink in the feeling of her hot cannon of girlmeat pulsating inside of me, but I screw my face up into a grimace, my best effort to not show how much I’m enjoying the feeling of having her inside me.

I try not to moan, but things are changing all around me now. The woman who helped me up has now moved around to my front, one hand taking hold of my long, golden ponytail as she pushes her throbbing dick up against my chest. The extradermal nature of the zero suit makes it so that, outside environmental changes and allowing things to actually enter my body, it is essentially like wearing a second skin, and she’s able to easily slip her hard cock between my tits, using her free hand to squish one of them inward, while her fellow beneath me slides a hand up to mirror the motion with my other breast, effectively squeezing them together completely around her hard cock. “Nnguhh... really?!” I growl, rolling my eyes as she starts to thrust against me, fucking my tits. Any attempt to seem annoyed or unfettered, though, falls on deaf ears -- whether because all these things can understand are the chorus of wordless moans they constantly emit, or because my nipples are visibly hard through the suit.

My teeth grit together, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as I bite back another moan -- those two tongues finally slip free of my ass, and the creature beneath me makes good use of the extra space, thrusting harder up inside of me, hilting herself up to the hard bulb of her glistening knot. While one of these strange things winds back around to the front of me, I notice the other remaining behind, something that leaves me with considerable concerns, even if I can’t feel her doing anything as of yet. For now, I have to deal with this one, standing hip-to-hip with the one having her way with my boobs, though she has a different target entirely.

As the succubus-like gate-thing presses the tip of her cock against my lips, I find myself unable to resist letting it inside my mouth, though... not because of the pull of the vortex, as has been keeping me bound through most of this experience. No, I do not resist because, however the reality may frustrate me, Dark Samus was right -- not only is this keeping me ‘occupied,’ it is also an exhilarating pleasure that has my aching girldick dripping inside of my suit. I want her cock in my mouth, so I take it, letting it push insistently against my throat as I begin to rock my hips forward and back, grinding against the thick shaft buried deep inside of my asshole as the two aliens in front of me have their ways with my mouth and tits.

Between my building pleasure, and that borderline-maddening echo of formless, seductive whispers, I find myself slipping into a state of sensual reverie -- one that is swiftly broken by the sensation of a fourth thick, hard cock, one I’d somehow forgotten about in an embarrassing display of object impermanence. With both holes and my breasts entirely occupied, its potential destinations are few... but I still find myself surprised when it presses against my already-filled asshole, the hot, slippery member wasting no time in pushing its way into me, damning any resistance until its joined its counterpart, forcing its way into my quivering hole from behind.

“Hnmnnh! Nnnghh!” I groan out from around the cock in my mouth, but any words I might have accidentally spoken would be both inarticulate and unheeded. My fingers clasp weakly to the shoulders of the woman beneath me as she rams her dick up into my ass, then draws back, only for the one behind me to thrust forward in her stead, stretching me out and leaving me with a deep, burning satisfaction I’ve never allowed myself until now. I push back against them as hard as I’m able to, now lost to my own pleasure as my ass gets dominated by the beautiful naked creatures surrounding me, shuddering as they start thrusting into me harder and harder. The only thing that seems to be holding them back is the knots they both sport, bumping back and forth past one another and halting their forward thrust like a crossguard on a dagger, my ass not able to hold one knot on the other cock as well. Then again... maybe I’m speaking too soon.

I feel my eyes roll back into my head when the woman beneath me doesn’t draw back after she’s hit her limit. The other keeps on thrusting, ramming her girldick in and out of me, but this one... just keeps pushing. I groan, my knees wobbling, my own slender cock letting out a premature splurt of sticky cream, as she pushes... and keeps pushing, the glistening rim of my asshole simply refusing to expand any farther. I shudder, letting out the closest thing to a whimper I’ll admit to, and I feel another tiny orgasm quake through me as my ass gets pushed to its next limit. I feel it finally stretch, swallowing her knot inside of me all at once, one lewd, wet popping sound from behind me announcing to the world that I’ve been breached.

I have only a moment to adjust to the size before she pulls out, and, as if the four creatures share a mind, the one behind me seizes the opportunity to thrust forward, cramming her knot into me once the other has been freed. I yelp around the shaft in my mouth, the sound fading to a quaking groan as I feel it plop out of me, and it’s once more replaced by the other. Each time one of them packs their fat knot into my helpless ass it’s like dying and going to heaven, all at once, and it just keeps going and going, back and forth inside of me. After what must be nearing ten minutes of having my ass ravaged by two hot, knotted cocks at the same time, I finally feel myself beginning to adjust to the extreme demands they’ve put on both my elasticity and my fortitude... but, like every step in this journey thus far, adjusting to my situation means it is about to change.

A splutter of saliva escapes me as the dick is pulled from my mouth, and I suck in as many deep, easy breaths as I can right away. A hoarse moan leaves my lips, too, as both shafts are wrenched from my overworked ass, and in a moment I’m laying face-down on the floor, panting -- only to be lifted up again an instant later and sat down in the lap of the creature who’d been fucking my tits, this time facing away, my thighs spread. Her cock sinks into my ass in an instant, knot and all, and one of the other creatures tears away the front of my suit to let my own cock escape fully, hard as steel if, perhaps, a third the size of those being wielded against me. Of course, my ass doesn’t spend long occupied by only a single cock -- it’s grown past that, now -- and in a moment the woman who’d been face-fucking me joins in, ensuring that all four of Dark Samus’s minions get a turn on the ride, even if they have to share seats.

The second cock pushes into me, and the rhythm picks back up, albeit slightly scrambled on account of the new participants and position. My hard, aching dick bobs and twirls with each rough thrust into me, untouched and ignored, now useful only as an ornament decorating my overclocked asshole. The other two demon-things, the two not currently occupying my backside, make me useful in other ways -- namely, both taking hold of my ponytail and swapping my mouth back and forth, cramming their cocks down my throat and withdrawing, letting the other have a turn before pulling me back. There’s something different about their demeanor, now, though, something I’m barely lucid enough to process: while they’ve all been insistent with me from the start, they now seem almost frantic, perfect tits jiggling with the impact of their forward thrusts. The ones in my asshole are no different, eyes lighting up with a sensual fervor that would frighten me were I not dripping with uncaged lust.

Finally, I feel a hot spurt jet across my face, and begin to gag as the cock in my mouth starts to erupt as well, pumping thick, sticky cum down my throat as my face and tits are coated with even more. I can barely think, can’t react, especially with the non-stop distraction of my own anal annihilation. One knot in, one knot out, my butt struggling to close back up each time, only to be forced open once again. Neither are holding back, neither even seem concerned for the fact that anyone at a lesser degree of physical perfection than myself would likely even be able to survive this.

Panting and drenched in cum, I let out a scream of exhausted pleasure toward the cave’s roof, and I feel the unthinkable happen -- with one knot still buried deep inside my ass, the other pushes forward, not waiting for its counterpart to pull out. I hear a wet sucking sound as my anus gives in, stretching as much as it’s forced to in order to allow both inside at once. I let out a sound not unlike a gawron giving birth, my dick letting out several long, silky spurts of spunk as I feel these creatures do the same, releasing inside of me in thick glugs of sticky cum, one gooey rope of it squirting free of my totaled hole, followed by another, as my bowels struggle to contain the rest. I collapse backwards, gasping for breath, shuddering as I feel one knot pop free of me, then the second, their shafts sliding out of me and letting more of their seed spill out of my wrecked backdoor.

I don’t even notice the silence until a few moments later, the absence of that strange chorus of whispers... and the absence of that paralyzing pull on my body. I swallow hard, looking up, and see the figures of the four creatures being drawn back into the portal, distorting and diminishing as they’re sucked back into the void. I struggle to pull up onto my knees, watching, coated in sweat and cum, wondering what the conditions were for their return. Had Dark Samus made it a certain distance in her journey, or were they merely meant to ‘finish’ and return to oblivion?

A moment later, the gate finally snaps shut, disappearing entirely along with the four creatures... and revealing something, or rather someone, that I’d very much forgotten about. There, behind the portal’s twisted frame, is the woman I’d seen earlier, having freed herself from crucifixion, though perhaps at a cost. Where before I’d seen a woman, hair of flame and flesh a swirl of dark colors, I now see an entity of matching palette but distorted frame, as if shrunk by some unknown force, half her previous size and now almost imp-like in nature. “You... what did you...?” I ask, voice hoarse.

“Saved your ass,” she coughs, then lets out a giggle, her voice eching like metal chimes, a sweet and playful sound, if an exhausted one. “Little late to fix what I helped start... but, y’know, we all have to get the ball rolling somehow.”

“I, nrgh...” I shake the char of recent lusts from my mind, sex hanging from my thoughts like cobwebs made of cum, “who are you?”

She finally sits up, then floats a few feet above the ground, as if naturally buoyant without effort, dusting off her nude, shadowy body.

“I guess you can call me... Midna.”

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