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A Conclusion with Belle
Written by HarmonyMotion
Commissioned by Annihilator10k

Chapter 1 - Mundane Times at Castle High in the Sky

Adam’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as a slutty bimbo blonde slurped at his dick while he played the 31st iteration of Popular Football Game. His player character’s stats were rated 100,000,000 out of 100, and there were no other players on his team but him. He was winning 19274 - 0 with another fifteen minutes left in the game.

He sighed as he put down the controller and tried to enjoy his blowjob. The girl’s makeup was completely smeared as tears dripped down her eyes. Belle had threatened to turn her into toejam with a snap of her fingers if she didn’t do a good job on Adam.

Adam stared listlessly at the TV screen as his game played itself, even with his hands off the controller. Another sack. Another full length touchdown pass.

At first, it had been fun. For a whole month, he had all games ever created (past, present, and future!)  in existence from all timelines at his beck. A generous gift from his goth goddess girlfriend. She’d seated him down on the couch and told him she had a gift for him as she swallowed the back of his head with her enormous bosom. He could almost feel himself getting pulled into her breastspace as his dick grew erect from the sensation of her being swallowed by her transdimensional, all-encompassing chest.

As her hands traced his chest, she extended an index finger. A green beam fired out of her black nail-polished digit, and a tiny box with an enormous, wall to wall wide-screen TV appeared before him. The box, she told him, allowed him to play any game he wanted.

He didn’t believe her at first, though he obviously knew he should’ve. And she was right.

Adam started with a childhood game that he’d never beaten. He was too young, too immature, and lacked patience. He fiddled with the box to try to get it to load, not certain of how it worked. But the screen flickered to life incomprehensibly. Just another list in the line of impossible things he’d witnessed from Belle.

His pixelated overall-wearing mustachioed character promptly fell into a pit as the fake floor in the game gave way. Adam groaned. He remembered this. Except this time…

This time, his character flew back up into the air defying game mechanics and graphics. It expanded to ten times its normal size, turning into a giant that could walk over the entire platformer landscape.

Adam laughed. Belle did have a great sense of humor when she wasn’t being incredibly cruel to the universe. She had always talked about ripping the lungs out of people who got in her way, or all of the over the top ridiculous things she’d do if she were able—little did he know that she wasn’t joking. Even now, he didn’t mind the cruelty so much. But he did wish to have some semblance of a normal life.

However, after a month in Belle’s pleasure castle as they called it, the fun wore off.

He was absolutely infallible. At everything. In video games, at sports events hosted on their royal grounds. Hell, even at cooking. Everything he did in the kitchen came out perfect. And he knew that if there were a way to ruin boiling water, he’d be the first to discover it.

Belle had programmed this place to be heaven for him. And it was now his hellish prison.

He barely even noticed that he was coming inside the blonde girl’s hot, sloppy mouth. Sitting on the lavish couch, body slightly clenching, he powerfully ejaculated rope after rope of endless sperm from his enormous girth—another gift thanks to Belle constantly forcing him to come at her whim.

She wasn’t able to contain it. She choked and gagged on his thick stream of fluid before finally sliding off his dick, her lips detaching from it with a wet pop.

Adam continued to spurt. But his heart wasn’t in it.

Belle materialized in the room as the deed was occurring. She clicked her tongue in disapproval.

“Couldn’t even hang on for fifteen seconds, could you? Adam, was she good?”

“Yeah babe, she was!” He was being sincere. It wasn’t the poor girl’s fault that hedonism had become… routine.

Belle looked at Adam’s rod, still twitching and productive.

“I disagree. Looks like I get to kill you.”

“No… wait!!” the girl sobbed. “I’ll do it again! I’ll drink it all down! I’ll…”

The girl couldn’t even register Belle’s movement. One moment, she was hovering in midair like the dark goddess she was, the other, she felt her neck being constricted by a soft palm. Belle was there, face a few inches away, as the unstoppable goddess prepared to do however she pleased.

The girl gripped and slammed her fists at Belle’s slender yet immovable arm. Her vision was going dark. She couldn’t draw breath as Belle smiled sinisterly, slowly tightening her grip. The last thing she saw was the terrifying abyss inside of Belle’s irises before the goddess ended her life with a sickening crunch.

“I’ll find you a new one, Adam,” Belle let go of the girl’s corpse and dusted her hands off. A brief, blinding glow of light, and the blonde girl was reduced to specks of ash from Belle’s laser eyes.

“And how’re the games? Are you winning?” Belle smirked knowingly.

“Actually, I think my opponent is about to score a touchdown on me…” Adam watched the televised video game play out. “Oh wait, nope.”

Belle had extended a fist and closed it shut. The player on the opposite end of the TV screen was reduced to a red mist.

The opposing team’s players on the TV screen ceased moving.

“There. Better?” Belle smiled, hoping she’d done a good job pleasing her love.

“Very,” Adam answered unenthusiastically.

Chapter 2 - Interplanetary Galactic Chef Repurposing

Belle left a fraction of her conscience to be with Adam, which was more than enough to continue her shadow of a clone to fawn over her boyfriend. In fact, her power was so endless, he wouldn’t even notice that it was .00000001% of her true self. Her little fragment behaved just as she would, and galaxy-ending feats was well within her reach.

With that settled, Belle went surfing into the cosmos to find a civilization to serve at their beck and call. She wanted cooks for her castle. The very best. And a mere staff of ten or fifty or a thousand wouldn’t do. No, she wanted a whole galactic civilization to tremble before her. All of them would be trained so that all of them would be expendable. That way, she could dole out whatever punishment her perfect head could conjure.

Floating deep in space, the fabric of realities made themselves known to her, like beautiful watercolor paintings in motion. She scanned each universe critically before selecting one. With a violent quaking of her jutting breasts, Belle unleashed two torrents of milk from her succulent, twitching nipples. The biblical flood of her lust-inducing, mind-melting, all-conquering white honey flooded into that entire cosmos, washing away entire galaxies. Planets were knocked out of orbit, suns drowned out, all from her swaying, leaking mammaries. After her milk traveled thousands of light years, they finally settled onto Planet Draeger, a civilization known for its famous culinary. Her milk flowed gently over it, like a soft, soothing wave crashing onto a sandy shore, now that the intergalactic distance and millions of large celestial objects had finally slowed her milk’s advance.

The planet saw the cataclysm coming and had taken preparations. But most of the population had already been affected. There was no way they could ever construct enough shelter to shield themselves from her total domination. A single droplet of milk, or even a whiff of her pheromonal scent, triggered a profound orgasm in its victim, male or female. Anyone not within a perfectly constructed quarantine building found themselves crippled from pure lust and joy. They orgasmed nonstop for weeks, quivering on the floor, awash in her milk, or just inhaling its fragrant scent as it saturated the entire planet’s atmosphere. Their bodies never suffered dehydration; Belle’s milk saturated the air. Their citizens felt its sweet humidity. A lick of their lips, and they were fully nourished into more body-clenching, mind-blowing pleasure.

In a single moment, 99% of the population became subservient to Belle.

She came to examine the planet in person, stepping through that rippling fabric of spacetime. Landing down on the planet in her chucks, black and white plaid skirt, and overburdened crop top, the entire planet sobbed in joy as they welcomed their new goddess.

They even applauded when Belle casually killed a few thousand of them with a little blown kiss over her upturned palm. A cutesy little wave, a wink of her dark lashes, and a little puff to announce her arrival. Just because she wanted to. Those lucky dead flew out beyond the atmosphere, easily breaking escape velocity as their lifeless bodies drifted off into space.

“Oh great goddess Belle, what can we do for you?” One of the hopelessly devoted greeted her.

Belle responded by reaching into his mouth and ripping out his tongue with a pinch of her fingers.

“No speaking out of turn.” She flicked his bloody flesh over her shoulder.

His eyes filled with tears of pain as he nodded. Belle’s instructions seared itself into everyone’s minds within earshot.

“Your entire planet now exists to cook for me and my boyfriend. You will keep yourselves healthy for the job, but you have no desire or motivation to do anything else from now on. Only me and Adam matter. Spread the word.”

Belle’s eyes glowed an opaque white as she issued her decree. The minds of her victims screamed out in protest as Belle’s avatar rewired their souls. Their eyes glowed in sympathetic resonance, fading back to normal when Belle had finished etching their brains to complete subservience.

“Yes Goddess! We will cook for you! The entire planet!” they all said simultaneously.

“Oh, and you will also declare your love for me at the top of every hour. Which is… now.”

Belle extended a finger and wiggled it in a circle, fast-forwarding time to test her command. The second hand ticked forward.

“We love you, Belle!” Most of the planet said in unison.

“Now for me to find the ones who survived my little milkpocalypse,” Belle licked her lips in anticipation as she unceremoniously took off her shoes, slipped off her skirt, and removed the top over her head.

Her perfectly smooth porcelain skin, and the staggeringly sexy shape of her massive watermelon-sized bosom, and her jiggle of her thick, supple thighs sent all of the spectators into near cardiac arrest. They began to stain their pants even harder than when her milk had invaded and taken over their universe.

“Unnnng… we… love… you… Belle!” some of them moaned as their bodies spasmed. Their hearts were on the verge of giving out, but there was no way their bodies would stop orgasming in the midst of their goddess.

“Hmm. Not top of the hour,” Belle tapped her perfect chin with a polished black nail. “But I liked that. So I guess that means the rest of you…” she extended her left hand. Her fingers elongated into a million black, slimy tentacles that snaked and slithered through the air at the other ecstasy-wrecked individuals who hadn’t managed to declare their love. “...need to be punished.”

A few minutes later, the population of the planet had been decimated. And all of them waited on Belle and Adam, hand and foot.

Chapter 3 - A Past with Belle

“God, Cathy is such a fucking cunt. I want to lock her in a room and just rip her fucking arms off,” Belle groused to Adam as the pair headed toward the laboratory.

“You’re so cute when you have your little psychopathic fantasies, Belle.” Adam nudged her arm with his elbow.

“Uh huh.” She smirked. “The dichotomy of woman. Cruel and cute at the same time. Just wanna…” she reached out with her hands, curled her fingers powerfully and wringed them in opposite directions as if squeezing a towel. “...twist her body into an unrecognizable bloody pulp! Then spit on her stupid corpse! Take that, Cathy cunt!”

Adam stifled his laughter. “Quiet, someone might hear you!”

Their footsteps echoed as they walked down the hallway of RealitySystems. It was famously easy to accidentally eavesdrop in these sound-amplifying pathways. Scanning his badge to the laboratory, the door slid open with a whoosh of air. Both of them stepped in.

“So, think we can finally create a proper AI with this prototype?” Adam asked as he looked around, surrounded by the world’ largest quantum supercomputer. Endless servers were racked on top of each other, with the most q-bits assembled in one place in the history of man.

“Fuck if I know. Just wanna… stomp Cathy in her stupid punchable face,” Belle balanced herself against Adam and stomped the air over and over with her right foot.

“Oooookay. Easy there, tiger,” Adam tried to assuage her anger.

“Crush! Crush! Crush! Call my behavior inappropriate, will you!? I’ll show you fucking inappropriate!”

She slipped on her high heels, driving her leg straight into some of the expensive glowing computing machinery. Surprisingly, the behemoth whirred to life. Bolts of electricity crackled all around them, arcing from machine to machine. It looked like it was… gripping Belle’s leg where she’d embedded it.

“Belle!” Adam screamed. “What the hell did you do!?”

“Me!? How would I know!? What’s going on!”

The tendrils of silvery-blue power latched onto her limb and began sucking her in. It looked like… the hole she’d punctured in the machine was widening by the second, exposing a flat, smooth, glowing portal!

“Help Adam! It’s… it’s pulling me in!”

“Hang on!!”

He grabbed her by the elbows with his burly hands. Bracing himself as best he could in his brown loafers, he leaned back and tried to tug Belle out of whatever the hell it was she’d triggered. He groaned as the room grew oppressively hot, the strict air conditioning of the room unable to keep up with all of the processing that the machinery was performing.

She was slipping.

“Adam! Adam! Don’t let go!”

“I’m… hrrg… not… gonna!”

His hands were slipping down her forearms now. Their hands barely latched onto each others’.

“Adam!!! What’s going to happen to me!” Belle grimaced as she tried to pull herself up. But Adam was only getting dragged along with her.

“Nothing! We’ll be fine! This is… nothing!” Adam put on his false bravado and tugged as hard as he could with one last monumental strength of will.

“Adam, run,” Belle said calmly as she accepted her fate. The doomed girl uncurled her fingers and was instantly sucked away into the unknown ether.

Adam fell backwards when her fingers slipped away. He crashed into the server rack behind him and fell on his ass. For a brief moment, he was worried he would get into trouble for potentially damaging RealitySystem’s hardware.

Stupid, stupid! He thought to himself. How could he even worry about a thing like that at a time like this!?

Adam gathered his wits as he cradled his neck from the sudden whiplash. The portal had begun to shrink.

“Belle… Belle? BELLE!” he screamed.

He glanced around in a frenzy. What could he do? Call security? Dial 911? As if they could do something about this!

He climbed to his feet gingerly. The tunnel to who-knows-where could still fit him if he dove in headfirst. Barely.

Without a second thought, Adam climbed right in.

Belle traveled through the black abyss, tumbling head over heels. It was black in all directions, no sense of up or down, a complete void of absolute nothingness surrounding her like some sort of cosmic horror that she could not escape. She closed her eyes but could still feel her body whirling, being assaulted by the futility of existence, the meaninglessness of her insignificant life. Was she going to die out here? No Adam, no other… friends or whatever, never to be found… what would they say about her? Where even was she?

Even without her sight, she could feel a wave of immense nausea filling her up from the inside. No space, no time, just infinite… infinite. Something the human mind was never meant to experience, let alone comprehend. She reached up to her dark hair and ran her fingers through it. The normal sensation of stroking her soft and silky strands had somehow been… corrupted. She pinched herself. It felt like someone else’s skin. Someone foreign.

Opening her eyes, she found herself surrounded by… herself. Images, simulacras, clones, doppelgangers, a billion Belles in a kaleidoscope, al traveling at different speeds, twisting and rotating in panic. A few of them made eye contact with her and cried out for help. The original Belle (was she the real one? How could she even know?) sobbed and shook her head. This was some sick kind of torture.

She shut her eyes and waited for the inevitable relief of death. Anything would be better than suffering this horrifying torture chamber. Spinning out of control, seeing all version of herself experiencing all manner of negative emotion at once…

But it never came. Instead, she felt herself whirl to a stop.

Belle opened her eyes slowly in absolute terror of what she was about to see. Maybe her other selves, dead, lifeless, cold and frozen…

But she could see nothing. Just a black wall of nothing.

Instead, she felt it. A… God. In her mind. Its thoughts, if it could be called that, moved faster than she could comprehend. She grasped onto brief visions, brief twists of logic in its omniscient mind. Was it… governing different realities? She snatched a few visual snippets of planet Earth in its thoughts. To her shock, she could zoom in on them and watch their histories play back as if in a slideshow.

She searched for herself.

In some timelines, she’d never been born. That was the majority of them. Of course. Of all the infinite realities, how many would she realistically have existed?

But infinite was infinite. There were infinite ones where she had existed. She zoomed in on those.

Some, she died in childbirth. Or died of some childhood malady. Others, she grew up, well-adjusted and conforming to the society that she, this Belle, had grown to hate.

Belle didn’t have time for this. She didn’t know how much longer she had to live. Was she even breathing?

She began to scan the God’s mind faster, discarding all of the timelines she didn’t care about. All she wanted to know was if she made it out of this, and if she was with Adam. Surely that was in one of these timelines. It had to be, right? That’s what multiple timelines and realities were all about, right? Everything that ever happened, that ever will happen, has to have happened. She just had to find it.

Tightening her search constraints like the computer that she seemed to have been sucked into, Belle redoubled her efforts. Entire branches of reality pruned themselves from her search results, but it still wasn’t enough. She searched for ones with her most treasured memories with Adam. The day they’d met, the first time he’d kissed her under a willow tree, the first time he watched her play a practical prank on Cathy which stained that cunt’s perfect white blouse a crimson ketchup red and had simply laughed along with her instead of admonishing her…

Fewer and fewer now. Belle could even count the realities that matched her exact specifications. Two hundred billion. Another event. Five million four hundred thousand and change. Another event. The first time she’d fucked Adam. He called it making love, and… well, perhaps he was right. He was the only person she’d ever been kind and gentle with.

None. Zero.

That didn’t make sense! Everything was going great! She recalled her most treasured memories with Adam. Had she gotten something wrong?

No. No, she hadn’t. There was one result. It had just shown up as infinitely black.

This future. This timeline she was in. It was black. Nothing. The end.

“WHAT!?” she screamed. She wanted to see what happened after her death. Where was Adam? Did he miss her? What about her worst enemies?

An explanation came to her mind. This was the future of their timeline. Another one pruned away by the unknowable, uncaring God of reality itself.

“Yes child,” it whispered into her mind. Its voice was… indescribable. Incomprehensible. “This is the end for yours. You have triggered it, as your kind would say, early.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Belle sobbed. “Give me back my life! I want Adam!”

“Interesting. A sentiment. After all you’ve seen, you want to go back?”

“Yes!”

“In all of time, in all realities, none have ever accelerated the process and come to visit me as they are. You are about to become a part of me. Let me show you. Once you understand, once you have what I have, you will no longer worry about the matters of your particular reality. All is one. One is all. They simply run their course and then end.”

Belle opened her mouth, but the God was injecting himself into her body now. Integrating her. Absorbing her. Becoming one. She began to feel his omnipotent power becoming her own, capable of bending—no, breaking—reality with just a snap of her fingers. Anything she wanted, she could achieve.

But she didn’t want anything. She wouldn’t want anything ever again. Everything that is, is. The past, the present, the future. They were all events that were all going to happen, have happened, had already happened. She merely observed it, letting them run their course.

“Belle! BELLE!!!!”

A voice cried out. Foreign, yet… familiar. Nostalgic. She knew this voice.

Turning 180 degrees while rotating upside-down at a skewed angle, she faced the being that had uttered that sound.

“Belle!? Is that you!? You’re… you’re… hooog!” Adam’s eyes slammed shut. The sight of his transformed goddess girlfriend was too much for his only mortal mind. Somehow, her body had become sculpted perfection. Her breasts were the stuff of his fantasy, impossibly perky, round, jutting a whole foot out in front of her body. His fully-stiff penis thrashed in his pants as he violently spilled his seed.

“A… dam? Adam!” she cried out, that unmistakable grimace of pleasure that she loved to cause him snapping her out of her trance.

“Belle! What’s going on?! Where.. Huff… are we… oh my GOD I’m going to come again! ARGHGH!”

His balls were empty and burning. But still he writhed in tortured ecstasy. He came so hard and so dry that it hurt.

“Adam. Stop.” Belle commanded, reaching out with a glowing hand.

He stopped.

“Whoa,” he whispered breathlessly, suddenly relaxed. “What did you do to me? How did you… what…”

“Shh. Let me show you.”

She floated toward him and embraced her precious lover, locking her lips with his. Her prehensile tongue darted into his mouth and curled inside, filling him fully. He began to panic and scream, but it was muffled by the powerful muscle of her tongue.

Then, he went slack as she injected all of the knowledge she had gleaned into his mortal mind.

Adam fell over limp. Lifeless. Dead.

Belle broke the kiss and retracted her tongue. It snaked back into her mouth with a wet slap. She stroked Adam’s cheek and he gasped a deep breath as his body warmed up again.

“This… this is the end?” he asked.

“I… don’t know?” Belle spoke, astonished at her own lack of understanding. “I didn’t… see this timeline. God?”

“You’re talking to God!?” Adam exclaimed.

“Your mind just translates what I’m saying as ‘God.’ You can’t really fathom what it actually is. I can’t either.”

“An anomaly. The first of its kind,” the entity spoke.

“Duh. No shit. That’s what anomaly means, dumbfuck,” Belle snapped.

“Belle! You’re… that’s God!? And you’re insulting it!?”

“Interesting. Perhaps this timeline needs to proceed further,” its voice echoed.

“You mean… we’ll get to go back!?” Adam asked, his heart soaring up to his throat. “I feel like I’m about to unravel here!”

“Yeah. You really mean it?” Belle echoed. Even she didn’t know.

“It seems the two of you have violated all known parameters. I will let this simulation continue. You two have forged a bond that transcends all of the rules I know. As long as this bond remains, your timeline shall run.”

“Our bond? You mean our relationship? But that means, if, if…” Adam began.

“If we lose our bond, our reality ceases?” Belle finished his question.

But she already knew the answer. And so did Adam.

The two of them vanished with a pop. They were back in RealitySystem’s laboratory. Belle’s heel was embedded in the quantum supercomputer’s q-bit processors.

“Belle! Look out! Oh shit, that thing is fucking expensive! And we’re on camera!”

“Oh fuck me!” Belle shouted.

But then all understanding flowed into her. She looked up at the security cameras. They went dead from nothing but her gaze. The footage deleted and then restitched itself, showing her and Adam just walking through the laboratory to do… whatever the fuck they were going to do. Something insignificant. Pointless. Meaningless.

“I, uh… Belle? What’s happening?”

She turned her goddess gaze to the hole in the computer. All of the broken plastic pieces, all of the internal circuitry floated into the air. They moved in a choreographed ballet as they swirled back into their original place, bright, shiny and new.

“What’s going on!?” Adam cried out in panic as he gripped Belle for support instead of the other way around.

“Oh Adam. Adam, Adam, Adam. Something absolutely wonderful. You want to fuck?” she asked.

“What!? But… the cameras…”

“Hush Adam. The cameras broadcast what I want them to broadcast. This computer will work because I want it to work. And you… you are going to come, because I want you to come.”

“Belle?” Adam gulped.

“Come for me, Adam,” Belle whispered hotly into his ear as she licked her lips.

Adam squeezed her soft arm tightly as his body shattered from the carnal joy of hearing Belle’s command.

“And don’t stop until I tell you to!” Belle giggled. She unwrapped her new goddess’s body, sure to dominate and destroy any who laid eyes on her.

Adam screamed his throat dry in ecstasy.

Chapter 4 - Pre-Dinner Coital

The blare of trumpets announced the arrival of the Draegean fleet of waiters arriving through Belle’s celestial bridge. Hundreds of servers dressed neatly in their clean white uniforms marched in two single files with pristine white tableclothed carts featuring multiple silver platters each.

They had learned not to have a single speck on any of their uniforms during the proceedings, lest they incur the wrath of Belle. The last offender, she had flown over, placed her palm on their head, and squashed them all the way to the floor, flat as a pancake.

Adam rose listlessly from his 194802nd consecutive win in a shooting game. He had just busted his nut inside of another gorgeous girl, this time a redhead. She’d ridden him doggystyle while he peeked around her lascivious backside, playing his match with the most godlike auto-aim enabled, thanks to Belle.

“Adam, dinner!” Belle floated into the room, the panting redhead squirming on the floor in ecstasy from Adam’s pleasure granting load. “How was she?”

“Really, really good, Belle. I came five times.”

“Only five?” Belle looked dissatisfied.

“Five is good!” Adam tried to spare his girl’s life, if only because he’d gotten tired of seeing Belle murder every one prior in admittedly interesting ways. “She does this thing with her hand…” he tried to pantomime it, twisting his wrist around. “I’m not sure what it was. I came really, really hard.”

Belle hmmed.

“And she sucks me so hard I can feel it! She twists her mouth over my shaft and goes all the way down. And she drank it all!” he continued to try and appease her.

“It was good?” Belle seemed displeased. Jealous, even.

“Um… yes?” Adam wasn’t sure how to respond.

The redhead had finally finished processing her own orgasm from drinking Adam’s sperm. Stained with his and her own fluid, the gorgeous modelesque creature got on her haunches and kneeled before the pair. She knew better than to plead her case.

“Girl, look at me,” Belle ordered.

She did so with quivering eyes.

“Adam. Was she as good as… this?”

Belle floated over Adam’s seated position, letting her heavy pendant breasts brush over Adam’s head. In one graceful movement, she twisted in midair into a seated, cross-legged position above her boyfriend. He was already stiff, his massive raging cock standing straight up from the lightest graze against Belle’s breast.

She plummeted down and surrounded his steely warmth inside of her even stronger, tighter pussy.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!” Adam screamed as he instantly orgasmed.

Belle twisted on his rod as if it were a stripper pole, letting her searing flesh grind against his. She was sitting perpendicular to the way Adam was facing so that she could side-eye the redhead who was in awe of Belle’s irrepressible sexuality. She was about to burst with climax as well, just from watching Belle sitting in Adam’s lap!

“Adam. Answer my question,” she commanded, lightly applying some mental pressure.

“NnnnnoooooooooO!” he screamed as he continued to jet load after hot, inexhaustible load into Belle.

“Well, that does it then, doesn’t it?” Belle grinned triumphantly. Her wide, malicious smile showed off a gleaming row of perfectly white teeth.

“Beellllleee!” he pleaded, even in the throes of the strongest orgasm he’d ever experienced. Belle had never dominated him so thoroughly before. “She was… gooooodd!” He wrapped his arms around Belle’s body for support as he felt himself about to shatter.

It was a mistake. Her skin was so smooth, so satiny soft, and so fragrant. The underside of her breasts swallowed up his right arm. Adam’s climax redoubled in intensity.

Belle continued to pump up and down his erupting length with her internal muscles. Inside her pussy space, she conjured dozens of her own lips and hands, each with their own, indomitable absurdly powerful touch, testing even the limitless libido she’d granted Adam.

“You like her that much, huh?” Belle said with irritation. “I was looking forward to having a new red stain on the carpet.”

“I still love you, Belle!” he screamed. “It’s… too… much!!” He meant both the random acts of cruelty to girls who had given him pleasure, as well as his own orgasm which didn’t seem to have an end in sight.

“Oh, alright. You, girl.”

“...Yes?” she squeaked, quaking in mild delight just from hearing Belle’s voice.

“I won’t kill you. But you agree you can’t do what I’m doing to Adam, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, Goddess! I could never compare to you!”

“That’s right,” Belle announced matter-of-factly. “And it kills you inside. You’re going to work on your sexuality, your seductiveness, all the tricks of the trade to make men and women your sexual little slaves and make them orgasm. But you’ll never match up to me. I don’t even have to try. Why, I could touch you right now, and you’ll scream and beg for mercy even as you’re driven mad that no amount of effort you do could reproduce what I do.”

The redhead began to sob in utter jealousy as Belle’s words became her truth, then twisted the knife deep in her emotions.

“Yessssss,” Belle hissed. “And all you want to do is make Adam…” she brought his contorted, grimacing face into view by leaning back, brushing her nipple against his chin. “...feel like this.”

A thick droplet of milk formed on her nipple which Adam promptly sucked up. Its scent was irresistible, its taste divine. Adam’s neck snapped back violently as he continued to buck and pump into Belle’s infinite pussy.

The nameless redhead sobbed and begged. She wanted Adam so badly. To do nothing but serve him the way Belle could. But her own talented and hard-earned efforts were no match.

“Run along now, girl. Try and catch up with me. Then, maybe then, you’ll get to taste Adam’s delicious cock again.”

The redhead climbed onto her feet and began to exit Adam’s man cave.

“I wouldn’t bet on it though!” Belle laughed as the girl retreated. “Now Adam, we don’t want dinner to get cold, do we? But of course, it won’t be our fault. I’ll just punish them by sucking out their souls for delivering at the scheduled time instead of the right time.”

Adam moaned in exhaustion as he continued to ejaculate despite his own efforts to stop.

Chapter 5 - Draegean Rebellion

“Today’s meal was awfully small,” Belle declared as she stared down hundreds of empty platters after she and Adam had finished eating.

“There was been… instability among those on our planet,” their ambassador reported in terror.

“Oh? How is that possible?” Belle reached under her top and pinched a nipple. Her milk stained through the black fabric, causing all of the onlookers to lick their lips in desperate need.

“Our offspring are not conditioned as we are. They’ve read our history and believe that we should live our lives free of your divine decree,” the Draegean ambassador grimaced as he spoke those words.

“Well, well. Sounds like I have to crush your planet once again, don’t I? Starting with you.”

“Please, goddess, don’t blame the messenger!” one of the Draegeans begged.

“Oh, I don’t blame you,” Belle smirked. She rose from her chair. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of him. Her fist and arm had punched a hole straight through his chest.

“Then… why…” were his final words before death took him.

“Because I felt like it.”

A small, ragtag army of a thousand odd Draegeans stood in battle formation before the dark goddess hovering above them.

“Give us our planet back!” their leader cried. “We weren’t meant to be your slaves! You… you destroyed galaxies! We would rather die than serve you!”

The army roared in agreement.

“You think so?” Belle smirked, amused at their insolence. “What makes you think I can’t?” She fondled her breasts through her tight top.

Their leader gulped, but steeled his resolve.

“We Draegeans adapt and evolve quickly! We have tasted your milk, and we are immune to it! We will serve you no longer!”

The army cheered.

“I can still fuck your mind and break you,” Belle declared darkly.

In that moment, each and every one of them felt their thoughts violated as Belle’s laughter coursed through their synapses. Half of them fell to their knees to beg for forgiveness, only to find that they couldn’t speak.

“But… I think I’ll just kill you instead. I know you said you would rather die than to serve me, but that’s not true, is it? You’ll do anything to live.” Her tone grew darkly compelling as she rewrote their motives. “In fact, you’re not sure why you ever objected to serving me. You wish for nothing but to grovel at my toes, to kiss my pretty feet, to fulfill your lives’ purposes by cooking for me and Adam. And now, I’m going to kill you all.”

Her command took root instantly. The ragtag army immediately began to panic.

“And there’s nothing that frightens you more,” Belle concluded her brainwashing.

“No! No, please! Belle! Goddess! We made a mistake!” The entire rebellion begged for forgiveness. There was nothing more terrifying than dying by Belle’s hands having not fulfilled the sole reason for their pathetic existences.

All but one.

A beautiful blonde woman flew into the air to confront Belle. She wore a garish red and blue costume with some sort of emblem emblazoned on the chest of her outfit. And quite a chest it was, too.

“He told you that we evolve quickly! I am our races’ secret weapon! Immune to your twisted control and able to set things straight… I’ll be the one to save our race!”

“What are you, some kind of superhero?” Belle laughed.

The superheroine wasn’t about to give her dangerous foe a chance. She flew straight at Belle and landed a superpowered punch right into her perfect face.

The shockwave of the force of her blow threatened the planet’s integrity. It emanated far out into space, obliterating comets and smaller planets in its path.

The blonde heroine smirked for a second before she registered the unspeakable pain that was radiating through her extended arm. It was broken. Limp, bloody, and hanging uselessly.

It fell like a wet rag. She saw Belle’s beautiful visage, her dark lips and porcelain skin completely unmarked.

“How evolved,” Belle quipped.

“Noooooooooo! I… cannot… fail!”

“Stop talking,” Belle ordered, with just a little more pressure than she had used to enslave the planet. She took her time, moving at a normal pace as she slid off her shoes and skirt just as a normal person would, letting the sight tantalize and tease. Crossing her hands in front of her, she pulled off her black crop top, revealing her complete, glorious beauty.

The beautiful blonde heroine opened her mouth to object, but no sound came out. Eyes wide with panic and uncontrollable lust, she wanted to make her escape to fight another day. But she was frozen. Paralyzed by Belle’s beauty.

“Stop trembling. It’s pathetic,” Belle commented.

The nameless blonde froze in midair.

“Come suckle.”

The heroine struggled as mightily as she could, but it amounted to nothing. She turned around to face Belle who was standing stark naked. The sight of her body utterly destroyed her uber self-control. Her nether lips quivered as she gushed her sexual juices down her thighs while her body flew towards Belle.

With a desperate gasp, she locked her glistening ruby lips onto Belle’s dark nub.

Belle laughed cruelly as she filled the girl with her milk. She kept the gush of her divine ambrosia down enough for the girl to hang on, but just barely. The blonde heroine’s body bucked so hard, she nearly broke her own super-durable spine. After processing her first, Belle-style instant orgasm, the dark goddess’s milk demanded more from her. It ripped through her body, filling the unimportant heroine with all-consuming desire.

The suckling girl reached out with her superpowered arms and reached behind Belle’s back, pulling herself as hard as she could into Belle’s generous breast. She wanted to drown in Belle’s milk. Belle’s gigantic, soft-looking breast didn’t give at all. The only thing that gave was the heroine’s already wilting willpower.

She wrapped her svelte legs around Belle’s thick thighs and began to hump, rubbing her slick pussy over Belle’s perfect skin.

But Belle wasn’t just going to let the girl drink and come forever. She fired her milk with even more pressure, watching the Draegean heroine inflate like a balloon. Belle could sense the panic in the girl’s mind, but after the first droplet hit the blonde’s mouth, there was no way she would ever let go.

“Evolve and adapt, huh?” Belle taunted. “I can’t wait to see what the next generation of your race has to offer. I can’t wait to fucking destroy them too. Speaking of, if you want to live, you better get away from my breast right now. You just won’t be able to drink any more of my milk. Fair deal, isn’t it?”

The doomed blonde shook her head furiously and refused to let go. Belle’s milk was simply too divine, too overwhelmingly mind-bending.

“Good choice!” Bele chuckled.

And then Belle’s teat fired a torrent powerful enough to explode their planet’s savior into pieces.

But her easy victory was short-lived. Just as she wiped out the rebellion with nothing but her breast milk, she could sense all of their reality coming to an end. The edges of the universe were being sucked away, like a sheet of paper into a reality-bending vacuum.

Belle recoiled in horror. She knew the only trigger that could cause this to happen.

“Adam!”

She teleported back to his side.

Chapter 6 - A Conclusion with Belle

“Belle, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Adam cried. Even he could see that reality was… melting.

“Adam! My love! Where did we go wrong!? I fed you, fucked you, got other girls to fuck you, entertained you, made you basically a god to these worms… what else could I have done!?” Belle implored him.

“I don’t know!” Adam sobbed. “I’m so selfish! I just… couldn’t enjoy it anymore! And the more you did, the easier you made my life, the less I wanted it,” he choked down his sobs. “And now, our reality… all because…”

Belle floated down to sit next to Adam. They embraced each other. Even as their love faded, the friendship and camaraderie was still there.

“Was I too cruel?” Belle post-mortemed, trying to make sense of it all. Despite all of her god-like power, the goddess simply could not comprehend what had happened.

“No, that’s not it,” Adam sniffled. “It was horrifying at first what you did to people, but you know I found it pretty sexy too. I… I got used to it.”

“Then what was it!?”

“Remember when you sucked up my stupid boss Angela into your pussy? And milk-fucked my co-workers? And turned a receptionist into a puppet? Belle, you’re too fucking cool for words,” Adam reminisced as the universe continued to shrivel.

“Her consciousness is still in that puppet, you know. She’s living an existential horror. I can taste it. Mmm.” Belle licked her lips.

“So hot! So cool,” Adam laughed and cried simultaneously as he sat on their floating island. His legs dangled off the side of the rock face as the horizon shrank towards them.

The two sat in unbearable silence as the universe began to absorb into the God.

Adam broke the tension by speaking first.

“I guess it’s just the humanity in me. Everything became too easy. It was fun for two weeks, but it just got… old, I guess. Flat. …I guess you don’t know that you need to fail, until you don’t fail. You know?” He chuckled. “Look at me. One month of winning and getting my dick blown off by you six times a day, and I’m a goddamn philosopher.”

Belle nodded. Followed by, “Sorry Adam, I don’t get it. I love winning. Always getting what I want.”

He sighed. “I guess you don’t. It’s just… human.”

“Something I’m not anymore.”

They both gulped audibly.

“Yeah.”

The silence reasserted itself. Their reality had collapsed now. Belle, Adam, and her stronghold were the final remnants.

“I think I still love you, Belle. Really. Despite what you see.”

“I love you too, Adam.”

“I always will. But something definitely got lost. I guess that’s why this is happening. This is selfish but… can you make me come? One last time?”

“Yeah, Adam.”

She casually swiped her perfect hand over the groin of his trousers. Adam’s eyes slammed shut as he ejaculated the same way he had every day for the past month, six times daily.

“I think I can fix this,” Belle said with cautious optimism as she continued to stroke the widening stain in Adam’s pants. He couldn’t even speak as his iron filled out with more hard pumping blood as his balls struggled to meet the kind of pleasure that her casual touch demanded.

“You never wanted me to mess with your mind,” Belle continued. “But… if you love me, if you trust me… let me in. I never have, even though I could have, at any moment. And I could have made you want it. You know that, don’t you Adam? Nothing can stop me. Oh, sorry.”

She withdrew her hand. Adam’s penis was finally allowed to stop spasming as the dregs of his productive orgasm finally subsided.

He huffed for air into his needy lungs.

“I suppose we have nothing to lose, right?” he panted.

“You love it when I twist other people’s minds. Why wouldn’t you let me in yours? I’m worthy of your trust.”

“I know. It’s just… that thing that makes us human, I guess. I didn’t want it happening to me.” He shifted his pants uncomfortably. “God, I’m fucking soaked through.”

“Almost out of time, Adam. I’ll make you love me. More powerful than ever. I still feel the same way about you as I did back then. I’m sure of it.”

“Fuck it,” Adam declared. “Do me. Fuck my mind. I trust you, Belle. Wholly and completely. I love you.”

“I love you too, Adam.”

Belle’s and Adam’s eyes glowed together as she went slowly, gently, tweaking all of his impulses and desires. The death of reality began to retard as Belle experimented, instill hopeless arousal, devotion, loyalty, elation toward her into Adam.

But reality wasn’t coming back. It stayed in that tiny little pocket. She could feel Adam’s existential horror, just like everyone else’s, when she went in and took control of their personalities and made them mindless slaves.

“Trust me, Adam,” she whispered into his ear as she reached in and made contact with his turgid erection. The silky stroke, the charged erotic electricity of her touch broke down his barriers as he began to ejaculate his very soul through the spurting tip of his tumescence.

“Trust meeee,” Belle hissed as she licked his ear, inciting more furious spurts that splattered against the wall of their little reality.

“I love you. Forever. In as many universes, for as long as time exists. I love you.”

She plunged her tongue into his ear as he finally embraced the total cosmic darkness of being owned by Belle.

Reality began to restore.

The final presence suddenly appeared all around Belle and Adam.

“Interesting,” the God spoke. “I did not see this.”

“And so you are succeeded,” Belle declared, suddenly the clairvoyant one. She continued to stroke her mindless lover’s dick, swirling her perfect nails over his slick, hypersensitive cockhead.

“I am.”

He ceased to exist.

Belle was the God now.

Epilogue

Belle occupied multiple universes at once, her body larger than the universes within those realities. Every inch of her body—her toes, her feet, her fingertips, her breasts, her glorious pussy… anything that was in its presence or felt its heat, or could smell her scent, instantly shattered from her glorious onslaught.

It wasn’t the first time she’d done this, nor would it be the last. She knew that much. All timelines were known to her.

As she enjoyed the screams of galaxies of civilizations wilting into nothing, she cradled the amulet around her neck. Looking into it with her godly eyes, she saw herself and Adam, sitting on the edge of that floating castle as she pumped his soul dry and replaced it with neverending, lasting love for her.

“I love you, Belle,” he said to her in that crystal ball.

“And I love you too Adam.”