[21:07] Songstress: It is pretty much impossible to lose, just like the Neutral ending.
[21:07] Corda Celestine: The only good ending is the one wher eyou do genocide eight times and then pacifist~.
[21:07] Songstress: Where you snuggle into the bed of your bedroom, only to wake up with those glowing scarlet eyes?
[21:07] Songstress: You WOULD like the soulless endings.
[21:07] Corda Celestine: Soulless? how so?
[21:08] Corda Celestine: You realized your true passion in life, destroying and eviscerating the useless filth of the masses~!
[21:08] Songstress: Pffft
[21:08] Songstress: You know VERY WELL why it is called a soulless pacifism or soulless genocide.
[21:08] Corda Celestine: Pfft~. Not even a little!
[21:09] Songstress: Because you literally go through the game with your soul on loan as collateral.
[21:09] Songstress: And at the end, them bitches collect.
[21:09] Songstress: I KNOW you know that.
[21:09] Corda Celestine pats the Bard.
[21:09] Corda Celestine: Then why are you telling me you silly little fuck slut~?

[21:10] Songstress The songstress stomps her foot to the ground, "Because you are playing at being dumb!"

[21:11] Corda Celestine flutters her eyelashes at the Bardess, her arms going beneath her own immense breasts to cup at them in a rather whorish manner. Fingers sinking into her mammaries, as if she were a whore presenting herself to the Bard. "And if I were dumb~? Whatever would you od~?"

[21:14] Songstress The songstress lurched back in surprise at the motion, before sliding closer, nuzzling her cheeks between Corda's bosom and tightly groping at her rump. "I'd grab you by your sides and shamelessly rut you with my bulging broken fuckpyre. Knocking the both of us up until we were nothing but sodding bloated broodmares. Fucked silly with one aanother's spunk." The songstress chuckled, "It is a good thing you are not dumb~. You'd hate something like that~."

[21:17] Corda Celestine snickered loudly in the Bard-cunt's ear, that shiver inducing noise of drool splattering down Corda's lips audible as she opened her maw and slithered out her absurd length tongue. The viscous liquid, thicker than a dog's slobber cascading down upon the Songstress's blonde locks and matting them heavily with it's liquid weight. "I don't know if I'd hate it.. I'd make sure your cock would be little more than a cauterized nub after you impregnated yourself~. I mean.. Me? Baring some bitch-bard's brood? Nay.. But inseminating her with her own rancid gunk that isn't even worth splattering onto the floor? That is more than do-able~. Her final load. Pumped into her own worthless cunt."

[21:29] Songstress The songstress quaked in the hands of her owner, her entire body a tremoring mass of fuck-meat reveling in the feel of its owner teasing along her flesh. Songstress did not give Corda's drool the chance to mat her hair, instead the bitch's hungry tongue shot into Corda's mouth and set to slurping up [b]every drop of her master's viscous mouth jelly. She continued to kiss Corda over and over, nuzzling the depths of her mouth like a whore in longing anticipation. "Ummmmpph~. Give me my own fucking seed, only to have my babies replaced by yours the next time we have a romp? You really are a vile creature aren't you~? Gods I love you~ <3." she purred, nuzzling her cheek against her bitch breaker's face. "Although...that is an interesting idea~. No bitch's sperm is worthy of your eggs...accept maybe yourself~?"

[21:30] Songstress: The songstress quaked in the hands of her owner, her entire body a tremoring mass of fuck-meat reveling in the feel of its owner teasing along her flesh. Songstress did not give Corda's drool the chance to mat her hair, instead the bitch's hungry tongue shot into Corda's mouth and set to slurping up every drop of her master's viscous mouth jelly. She continued to kiss Corda over and over, nuzzling the depths of her mouth like a whore in longing anticipation. "Ummmmpph~. Give me my own fucking seed, only to have my babies replaced by yours the next time we have a romp? You really are a vile creature aren't you~? Gods I love you~ <3." she purred, nuzzling her cheek against her bitch breaker's face. "Although...that is an interesting idea~. No bitch's sperm is worthy of your eggs...accept maybe yourself~?"

[21:38] Corda Celestine eye's widened for a brief moment as the Bard burrowed her tongue into the gel that was her saliva, headily clinging to her very tastebuds, it send vibrations through the whore's red muscle as it physically replaced the fuck-pig's own saliva. The burning in her mouth glans quickly submerged by a pleasant, steady flow of that rancid mouth slime filling her mouth as it was malformed to create the same. An undulation rolling over the Bard's form as she realized that her mouth, from then on was going to taste of literally nothing but Corda's spittle, from just the off-hand amount she had wantonly guzzled down like little more than a dog slurping from a bowl. Not that her Bloodmage was in a particularly kind mood. Her fangs sinking into the muscle, drawing blood as it was sheaved into until it hung by little more than a few milimeters of flesh, before it was finally released. The slupring coming from the Demonic woman's mouth, signaling just how ravenously she was gulping down every ounce of that red-tinted liquid that frothed from the wound. "Who said I'd want them replaced~? Who said I wouldn't leave you for months so the fuck-wits could gestate and grow within your womb? Who the fuck gave you the idea that your own spawn would be little more than lube for another ravenous fucking?"

[22:00] Songstress The songstress let out a whorish moan from the feel of the spit devouring her own mouth's liquids, the saliva malforming her very inner glands to that of Corda's, any hint of the familiar vanilla and honeyed scent that once gushed from her lips utterly annihilated from her pallet. Songstress made no protest, instead snuggling closer and closer to Corda, practically using the whole of her slut body to soak up every rancid speck of filth that encrusted the bloodmage. The liquids stung, red welts and streaks of cuts forming all over Songstress's slutty body beneath her bright scarlet hued armour. "Mmmph yes~. I love the taste of you, now I get to taste you always~." she purred. The bards eyes rolled up to the sky, her tongue dangling from her lips. "Mark me as your bitch please...no one else's...I live to serve you..." she mewled, her body a wrecked mess. When fangs met her body, her back arched in ecstasy, gushing quarts of liquid spilling form her hungry pussy for each quart of blood that was drawn out. In moments her once plump and pink flesh was white, wrinkled, and crumpled at the slightest touch. Dark bags formed under Songstress's eyes, the black smudges quaking with her moans. "N-Noo...Mistress...don't make them feel pain. Umph~. Oooohh. You are killing me~ <3. Yes...end me you wonderful bitch king~."

[22:09] Corda Celestine tossed the limp and wrinkled fuck-pig down to the ground. Her withering frame snapping with an audible crack upon the air. Her lungs themselves caving in once more from the absurd weight of her slut udders. Glancing over the Bard-cunt's body, it was beyond absurd. Her ribcage, plastered through her skin-tight gown.The bones of her hips jutting out awkward, But her massive udders, slsohing with milk remained. The only meat on her body untouched by Corda's slurping of her blood, of the mage's devious desires grasping her tastebuds and draining the bitch dry - yet still her breasts remained, as fat and meaty as ever.. Even her own body, was unwilling to give away what it knew made the God-king oh-so-aroused with animalistic lusts, even as the rest of the whore's form was little more than a dilapitated husk of a woman. Corda falling to her knees atop the Bard. Mounting her like she was little more than a fucksleeve. That cock slamming down upon her form. Splintering her pelvis, her spine. The insurmountable pain waving over her nerves little more than a twisted excuse to piss herself in pleasure. That cock.. That fucking filth-ridden fuckpyre was finally thicker than her. Wider than her drained form was with her skin stretched and aching over her bones. Locks of amethyst hair, blotting out the dim-light from above whilst the mage whispered into the broken whore's ear. "Make me end you." A moan arching from those plump lips, tinted scarlet. "Make it so you'll never be able to move without feeling my mark upon you~." The mage not even commenting upon the pain she would gleefully bring upon the last bastards of the Bard's broken cock, if she were to ever be inseminated.

[22:14] Corda Celestine: ((Ah. did you get my response?))
[22:15] Songstress: ((Yep~. Writing in word now~.))

[22:30] Songstress: Songstress made no sound but a withered wisp when she was flung to the ground, her body snapping from the sheeer weight of her absurd slut jugs. To think at one point the songstress had been an uppity D sized bitch. Any that looked upon those tit harpoons would be hard pressed to believe that. The massive jugs were spilling their milky contents now, the Bard’s red leather garments have fallen off with a thud to reveal her completely exposed whore flesh. Of all the songstress’s body, her bosom somehow maintained its pleasing pink hue. Apart from her shapely rear that was just as luscious and fat laden as ever, the rest of Songstress might as well have been a shriveled up corpse. The woman’s entire body was more skeleton than flesh, her ribs not just visible beneath her skin, but rather tightly wrapped in skin wrapping paper. Corda’s form falling atop her instantly busted her hips and thighs, sending a deafening SNAP! through the tiny chamber while the weak and wobbly bones splintered apart under the weight off the other womans’ body. Groan upon deafening groan of agony mixed with pleasure slithered to Corda’s ears, the songstress pressing her back into her owner and nuzzling her cheek to her once more. T-That is it my queen. Let me pleasure you. Kill me and reanimate me countless times to be your precious breeding fucksleeve~. The bard pressed her ruined rump against the fuckpyre, before forcibly shoving it into the depths of her snatch. The whore’s fold s were even tighter than usual, all of the moisture that had once given them elasticity making them rigid and binding. The leathery innards burned with heat, desperately trying to gobble up Corda’s bitch breaker. The songstress gasped in rapt attention . Y-Yes! End me. End me as a bard. From this day forward make me nothing but your slobbering breeding bitch. I’m sorry you have to soil your heavenly gift of a prick with my inept pussy - but please - use me! The bard looked back with a weak smile, pressing her hands against either side of her ass cheeks to further engulf Corda’s fuckpyre, using every last bit of strength she had in that skeletal body to try and pleasure her master.


[22:54] Corda Celestine met the engulfment of her rod with a singular brutal thrust downwards into the depths of the whore's wombs. What was once her ovaries, her holders of her fertile eggs - a wonderful container of potential births and babes. Demolished, with the rest of the Sleeve's innards. Her cunt gushing red within microseconds of the two bodies being entwined she felt the membrane of her womb become stretched taut before snapping around that massive fuck staff. That cauterizing fuck pilliar of meat that steamed away the blood even as it gushed from the edges of her torn cunt. What she once called a pelvis, obliterated into little more than fragments of detached bone, a crunching meat-sleeve around that breeding tool, that only existed - had only EVER existed for this one moment of amplifying that absurd cock sleeve's ability to pleasure the fuckrod she existed for at this point. A panted cry reveberated into the whore's ears, whispered words tantilizingly pricking upon her ear-drum, barely audible and nigh on impossible to discern in the deluge of sensations. "I'll fucking kill you countless of times." CRACK. "I'll ruin your womb so thoroughly until the only bastards that can even inseminate your eggs are my flesh-eating spawn" CRUNCH. The cock misaligning her spine, destroying all feeling below her legs. "I'm going to malform your body until the very air you breathe is laced with my swimmers" CRRRT. The cock head smashing into the underside of her ribcage, until it split through the paper-thin layer of flesh that surrounded them, piercing her lungs as her cock barreled further upwards, until that gushing, pre-jizz bloating fuck-pyre stabbed against her very heart "The only marks you're going to wake up upon your body from now on, after every tantilizing death. After ever single orgasm enriched rapture, are the ones I'm going to permanently brand there. BA-DGULGHHH The mage mercilessly beginning to unsheathe her body-ruiner from the depths, only to slam it back so fucking hard that mage's ballsac of obscene proportions cracked the whore's legs in twain, shattered the legs untilt hey were little more than fragments with every thrust of the bitch bent over. Compacting her very fucking HEART with every thrust. The little blood remaining in her streams gushing back upon itself within her veins. "You will bare my brood. You will bare thousands of my bastards, that you will never even fucking see gasp for air. Your worthless genes won't even be capable of bringin my spawn to fruition. No. Songstress the Sleeve. You'll be my Impregnated Cocksleeve until I finally decide one day to not even bother cleaning up the mess from my cock well enough to let you come back to life." Every uttered word exemplified by her pumping muscle being smashed into paste "Now thank me. Thank the God-king in your life for even blessing you with this cum you won't be alive long enough to fucking indulge in.That even the remnants of your eggs, will be simply devoured by my swimmers far before they'r ever-deemed worthy enough to burrow into to create another batch of fresh fuck-bait"

[23:05] Songstress: ((Umph~. Writing in word you wondrous bitch breaking king~. How can anyone be this fucking good at ERP?))
[23:06] Corda Celestine: ((By being the best you worthless fuck-dump~.))

[23:39] Songstress Songstress was left violently shaking and shuddering at the feel of that fuckpyre piercing through her depths, annihilating her dried up hymen and blasting through her tight cervix. When her very ovaries were wretched apart into worthless blood and sinew mist Songstress tossed back her throat and screamed with all the wrath and agony of a siren. The useless fucksleeve shot geyser after geyser of potent red streams from her organs being liquefied. The hot slushy that was once her precious reproductive organs splooshing from her cunt. Songstress shivered, her cheeks that would normally be drenched in crimson now only growing a sickly yellow. Ragged screams of a ruined whore choked from Songstress’s throat with every forceful thrust, each wail sounding more like a frog croaking before death than a woman crying in agony. Songstress’s tongue lulled from her mouth, her eyes transfixed on the ceiling, each one bugged out and staring to some distant point far away from the savage slaughter she was enduring. Weak moans slipped from her lips, the hints of pleasure bleeding into the pain. Yes my queen! Kill me over and over! Use my body as a fucking bastard container for your virulent splooge and grime~. It was hard to tell if Songstress was screaming in pain or ecstacy at her spine being completely destroyed, any ability she might have had to move her lower half completely lost in mere nanoseconds. A panting heaving mess of sighs slipped from her, her entire body trembling over that savage fuck pillar. Y-YES! Make it so I can’t do anything but breathe in your sperm, but well in you-hsssssssssss. The bard’s words died in her throat with the puncturing of her lungs, gallon upon gallon of pre now coating her vacuoles and making it impossible to suck in the desparately needed air. The cauterizing fire of Corda’s prick caused the lungs to sizzle, popping sounds emanating from the songstress’s throat while the massive prick lewdly moved about beneath her overstretched prick sleeve of a torso. Hot air ran over the surface of Corda’s prick as she delved even deeper, batting against the surface of Songstress’s very heart. Bits of off-white pre gushed over Songstress’s heart, covering it in the rancid ballsnot. The yellow goop began tearing into her heart ravaging it while that searing fuck pillar poked and prodded at the essential organ. Songstress was weeping tears of joy, her mouth trembling as she in a hint of a whisper muttered, Yes, mark even my heart with you. I want every part of me replaced with parts of you. Leave nothing unmarked, nothing unclaimed. the cocksleeve shivered, her body was starting to feel cold all of a sudden, death starting to ware at her. Songstress almost seemed to moan in complaint when Corda drew back her member, a pleased squeal slipping from her lips when she felt the fuckpyre jabbing into the very center of her. The musician whispered meekly, Thank you, Thank you for killing me with your lovely fuckstick. I love being ruined by you, love being destroyed. Thank you for filling me with your seed only to never let me give birth. Thank you, for letting me be your cumdump. The jabs through off her heart’s rhythm while also searing at her muscle. Her eyes glassed over completely, a weak whisper falling from her ruined and destroyed cuntlips. Goodnight owner. I.’ll see you later.. Songstress’s head toppled over at that point, her entire body going limp while she expired, her last weak breathe flowing from her lips before she went completely stone still in Corda’s arms.

[23:39] Songstress: ((With that, let us close~.))
[23:42] Corda Celestine: ((Oh~? You don't want a response?))
[23:44] Corda Celestine: ((And here I was thinking you wanted to have your innards churning, mixed and devoured into little more than a flesh-bag for my virulent ballsnot))
[23:49] Songstress: ((I'm open to it, I'm just admitting I can't get you another meaningful response tonight. I'm also open to you getting to savour that post~.0)
[23:50] Corda Celestine: ((Like I haven't savored your death already~. I'll respond to this, Hopefully you'll be able to enjoy it.. But then I'll be heading to slumber~.))

[00:38] Corda Celestine continued to thrust her ravenous cock-meat into the whore's ruined chasm of fuck meat with little regard for the remnants of her pleasure - if anything she had experienced that night could be contruded as pleasurable, it was only in the most depraved recesses of the cum-container's mind. Not that the BloodMage particularly cared, as the red-liquid that was the remnants of her mashed up paste of entrails, with crunching bone fragments splattering and clattering to the floor below with every obscene drag back of that crimson-coated fuckpyre. Her cunt made into little more than another orifice for the rest of her form to be drained from. Her skeletal frame now bursting to the brim with the outline of the fuck pilliar's very veins stretching against her skin. Like some sultry foreskin wrapped around the shaft, even as the ribcage further burst from her mammaries and send that off-tint milk draining from her udders. The only remaining 'white' upon the Bard's flesh, the exposed bones that had ripped through her already drained-of-blood flesh. Every slam of that monstrous fuck meat into it's newly acquired sheathe sending the entire inn-room quaking from the sheer unadulerated force within the pounds. The wooden floorboards splintering and stabbing into the Bard's flesh, ass meat compacting into the foor whilst it slowly gave way underneath the pressure. The mage knew her Bard was near death, and saw no reason to hold herself back for any longer. Muscles straining and flexing in their might. Thigh meat growing taunt and forarms bulging through exertion. Hands arching downwards - not for tit flesh, not for the supple skin that kept the Bard's shape a cock-hardening sleeve. Nay, but for her neck. Fucking wringing it, even as she was completely and utterly incapable of inhaling, the only 'exhales' she was even capable of processing where when the fuck-pyre stabbed it's way into her heart and made her lungs little more htan membranes coating the inside of her fragmented ribcage. The sickening squelch of the Mage's compacted jizz gysering out of the whore's lungs almost music to the Mage's ears. Every depraved thrust ruining of the muscle that could once be called a heart. More of that potent ball-snot replacing the blood in the whore's veins, until the powerful rhythmic beating was replaced by the dominant cock-jabs of her God-King, the only fucking thing keeping her attached to the world of the living quite literally being the fact that the grotesque human was fucking her at all. The final words the Bard hearing in the dwinlding darkness being little more than, "Perhaps~." The devious mage not even giving her a gaurantee of her fat as it was brutally snuffed out in one final thrust, her heart being disloged from her sternum, smashed into the bone above it as veins and arterries snapped from the muslce. The convulsion of the dead Bard tensing up in her finale, giving the twisted being the debauched pleasure she so wantonly seeked out night after night, whore-after-whore - and she had finally found it with this depraved, half-blood drained spunk dumpster. The buxom bombshell, soaked in sweat stilled for minutes, a silent gasp of a moan etched into her lips, eyes rolled into the back of her skull. Her balls audibly sloshing and churning, the bones and flesh of the Bard creaking, straining against the engorging of that fuck meat impaled within her. Before the tsunami finally hit. Before the first real load of unrepetent ballsnot burst from the dam that was Corda's cock-sleeve and ruined the Bard's chest cavity in microseconds. This was not gallons this was not a stream. The steaming, ravenous swimmers came out in an ocean of breeders. The red blood completely fucking subjugated in the tar-thick glop that distended the Bard's torso until it finally fucking bursts at the seams like some over-inflated balloon. Rushing out like a tidal force from sleeve it plunged the entire inn's floor in a wave of that rancid smelling cock-snot. There had been messes before. There had been bloody altercations, but those coudl all be cleaned with a mop and bucket. This.. This tar-avalanche that continued to flow from the God-king's shaft wasn't even hampered in flow by the body it was pumped into. The pressure so fucking high from the fire-hose of a unloading fuck-pilliar that was the Mage's cock, that the tightened grip destroying the Bard's throat, was incapable of preventing it from gurlging up her lips and spewing from her maw. The thought never crossing the Bloodmage's mind, that the toxic swimmers she pumped out were already tearing away at the Bard's flesh like a lighthearted snack, were staining the fucking wood like some terrifying varnish and bubbling out the seam between door and floor. That obscene, mind-numbing orgasm lasted for hours until inches of this woman's depraved tar was spent, coagulating upon the floor. What was once a gorgeous woman, an unrepetent whore that was once adorned with 'C' cup teats. No more. The mage lifting herself upright, not even bothering to drag her finally flaccid fuckrod out of the meat.. The strands of flesh that were once her fuck-hole and stomach simply tearing apart from the weight of the corpse with a splattered thud to the floor. The mage's fingers and wrists, still inundated iwth blood swiftly brought to the forefront of the mage's plump lips and ravenously lapped at as if it were a most delicious meal. The mage almost animalistically snorting the scent of not only what she had done, but of the iron staining her skin. The heeled divinity not taking much time, shifting her weight upon her hips - the nostrils and one eye of the Bard barely capable of peeking out of the sludge she was buried in - before that turgid fuck pilliar twitched, a familiar gushing noise of spent ball-batter splattering into the pool below, roaring back into life once more.
[00:38] Corda Celestine: ((Sorry for the wait~.))
[00:39] Songstress: ((UMPH))

[00:39] Songstress: ((Keep sending me shit like this, and you might kill me IRL~. Careful.))