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One day, when they were still young, the Pale King took the Pure Vessel to the Overlook. The Overlook was a hidden terrace high in the White Palace, inaccessible to anyone but the Pale King and his most trusted confidantes.
From the Overlook, the Pale King and Pure Vessel could see everything. The Palace grounds below teemed with activity, with dozens of royal attendants scurrying about their own business. The White Lady’s chamber glowed a brilliant white, the roots of the Queen expanding up and outward over the Palace.
The Pale King would say he didn’t know why he brought the Pure Vessel here. They were supposed to be a pure, thoughtless being. Why show them something that only one with thoughts could appreciate?
But deep down, the Pale King had a suspicion on why he’d done it. He, on some level he could never express aloud, cared for the Pure Vessel. This was a place he shared with those special to him, those he trusted. Maybe bringing the Vessel here was a way to admit his feelings for his creation. A way for him to be honest with himself.
There, on the Overlook, the King looked over his Palace. Then, his eyes drifted down to his Vessel, small in stature. Then, to his surprise, the Vessel looked back to him. Stared directly into his eyes. The two shared a gaze for a moment, before the King realized what he was doing and returned his gaze to the kingdom.
Years later, the Pure Vessel would look back at this moment as the moment they failed in their mission. The moment they became impure.
At first, the thing inside the Pure Vessel’s head was nothing more than a vague impression of a thought. It was like the half-formed mental impressions of someone in a half-sleep, far too amorphous to be tangible, but too grounded to be lost.
But as the years rolled on, this thing metamorphosed into a full blown thought. The Pure Vessel came to love their father. But, like the King, they were unable to voice this emotion. They still saw themselves as pure, and worried that admitting impurity would devastate their father. So, the Vessel bottled the emotions inside.
This proved to be a losing battle. There were so many times the Vessel had caught themselves acting impure that it was a miracle that the King didn’t catch on.
Or perhaps, it’s better to say that it was a miracle the King didn’t do anything once he caught on. He’d had suspicions since the night on the Overlook. But these suspicions were buried deep inside.
Not just because of the implications of what it would mean for Hallownest and himself if the Pure Vessel wasn’t actually Pure, but because he knew what the White Lady would want him to do with the Vessel if they had failed. The same thing they had done with every other failed vessel.
He knew on some level that he could never dispose of the Pure Vessel in that way. Something about the mere thought repulsed him.
Eventually, the Pure Vessel began sneaking books out of the library, teaching themselves how to read and write. The library keepers knew this, the Vessel was a bad thief. But they kept their mouths shut, not just because they saw it as not their business, but because they knew how badly the King would react if they learned the truth.
One day, after the Pure Vessel had reached maturity, they found a book about sex. It was a sexual education book, and covered just about everything one could ever want to know about the subject. The Vessel was enraptured by the book, and everything it had to say about this completely alien subject. The King had taught the Vessel combat and social skills.
But, for obvious reasons, the Pale King had not, in fact, taught the Pure Vessel sex ed.
The Vessel had had no real conception of sex until now. It was described in the opening of the book as, “A thing that bugs who love another very much do.” The Pure Vessel thought about the King for a moment before reading on.
Eventually, while reading the book in their chamber, they got to a part of the book containing infographics of all different sexual poses. Lots of them. Just, an absurd amount. The Pure Vessel found one particularly interesting, an image of one bug pounding another who was bending over a bed at the waist. The Vessel stared at it for a while, then fell into a daydream.
In the dream, it was the Pale King who was on the bed, and the Vessel who was standing tall, preparing to pound him in the ass. At this, the Vessel found a new emotion rising in them, one for which they had no name. Then, they felt something emerging at their crotch. Reaching down with a hand, they found that out of a slit had emerged an appendage similar to what the book described as a phallus. It was something of a cross between a bug phallus and the void tentacles they were able to summon on command. But, oddly enough, they had no control over this one.
Reaching down, the Vessel ran their hand up and down the shaft of the thing. They shivered as the new feeling came over them in waves. They remembered what this was from earlier in the book. It was masturbation.
The Pure Vessel gripped their cock, applying a small amount of pressure as they moved their hand up and down. Their mind moved back to the image of them and the Pale King on the bed. They imagined inserting their shaft into the King’s ass, of pounding him like the bug in the photograph was being pounded.
Their grip tightened and their pace increased as they imagined finally being able to voice these emotions for their father, of being able to show their love for him. With one final jerk, the Vessel came, thinking of shooting their own load inside the Pale King. The cum stained the pages of the book, and some of it got on the mattress too. The book was never returned, but the Vessel did get a chance to rinse the sheets before anyone saw them.
During this same span of time, the King was wrangling with their own thoughts regarding the Vessel. He was suffering from the intense cognitive dissonance of loving someone while also having to believe that he felt nothing for them.
These feelings came to a head one day during a training session. They were having the Pure Vessel fight a Kingsmould, a challenge that he was sure they could overcome. Then, something happened that took the King entirely off-guard.
The Kingsmould swung its axe at the Pure Vessel. The Vessel blocked, but the next blow was already upon them. To escape its horizontal arc, the Pure Vessel jumped.
As the Vessel leapt into the air, the blinding light that fills all the palace grounds entirely illuminated their figure. Time seemed to slow as the King watched their Vessel arc their body gracefully across the sky, every bit of their curved form refracting in the light.
The King took in their regal horns, lithe midsection, tender arms, and the long, slender legs that the King suddenly wished would wrap around him in a loving-
He rushed from the courtyard into the nearby restroom, slammed the door shut behind him, and almost retched. Gazing into the mirror above the sink, the King saw himself as a base beast. Part of himself tried to justify the image he had made in his mind as an intrusive thought, nothing more. But the logical part of his brain knew these feelings were true. The erection bulging under his cloak proved it.
He, the Pale King of Hallownest, had just had lustful thoughts about his own spawn. The spawn he must never love. Must never show affection for, let alone fuck. What had happened to him? What had given rise to this vile feeling?
On some level, he knew the answer. Knew that he had always loved the Pure Vessel and cherished them as one of his own. Knew that he had so viscously bottled up these emotions that they had no choice but to gather in thicker and thicker clouds within his soul. Repressed emotions never go away. They just take on different, more extreme forms until they are finally voiced.
But where did this knowledge get him? He still couldn’t openly love the Pure Vessel. And he certainly couldn’t tell anyone that he wanted to fuck them. The White Lady, despite her outward acceptance of his dalliance, grew noticeably distant from him for weeks after the fact. And that was for a deal that was part of saving the Kingdom! Not for having a random fling with their own spawn! If he told her, she’d be broken.
So, the Pale King retreated once more to the option he had always fled to regarding the Pure Vessel: repression. He just had to contain these feelings until they were sealed away, and then he would never have to think about them again.
This would not last long.
One night, the Pure Vessel decided that they could not take this anymore. This awful feeling of repression, this constant weight on everything they did, had to be broken. They decided they would write a letter to the King. One where they laid both their impurity and love of him out. They sat down at their desk, and began to write.
However, as is often the case with these sorts of things, an unlocked door ruined everything. The King, being in the area of the Palace wherein the Vessel lived, decided to stop by their room. The King, inwardly, was hoping to find either some sign of purity or impurity. Something that would break his paralysis regarding the Vessel for him.
When the King entered, the Vessel tried to hide the letter. But they dropped it on the floor, and before they could pick it up, the King managed to read the words, “Dear father,” and “I love you.”
The King fled. This was what he wanted, conclusive evidence one way or another about the purity of the Vessel. But, when faced with this evidence, he immediately regretted seeing it. The letter was damning, but what got to him more was the Vessel’s reaction. That panicked reaction was not the reaction of a Pure being.
The Vessel chased after him, afraid that they had already messed everything up.
The King decided to hide in the private quarters. It was here that the King had had his dalliance with Herrah, where Lurien had thrown some of his most epic fornications. But, more importantly right now, it was a place the Pure Vessel didn’t know about. And, therefore, hopefully, could not reach.
The King locked the entrance to the quarters behind him, and fled into a room at the end of the hall. The Vessel had heard him slam the door and lock it. They tried the door before kicking it down in a fit of panic. They searched every door, until coming to the last one. The one where their father was hiding.
Inside, the King heard the locked knob jiggle, and knew they were trapped. Vessels didn’t have to eat, sleep, or drink. He had to do all three of those things. He would have to come out eventually an-
The King silenced himself. Why was he acting like this? He’s the King of Hallownest, he should be acting like it. Not running from his problems like a coward.
It was mostly false bravado, but it gave the Pale King the courage to open the door to the room, to face the source of his fears directly.
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The Pure Vessel fell on the Pale King in a hug. The King could only let out a small “What?” at this, then realized something. The Vessel felt the same way about him that he felt about the Vessel. Why else chase him through these halls, therefore totally outting themselves as being impure? Without realizing it, their arms found themselves around the Pure Vessel.
Then, their faces met one another. The King didn’t even have time to realize what he was doing. He knew this was horrible, what he was doing, what he internally wanted to do. But after so long of repressing himself, he couldn’t stop it. The Pure Vessel didn’t have a mouth to kiss, but they got creative.
Early in their combat training, they had tried to use a shriek ability that released void energy above them. They stopped when they realized it technically gave them a voice to cry suffering, but they held onto it. Now, they used it not to shriek, but to open a small hole on the front of their mask to the void within.
They formed a small, tongue-like appendage, and met the King’s tongue with it. The King saw this, and let out a small laugh. How creative their Knight was! Then, he wrapped his tongue around the Vessel’s, and they explored each other's mouths. The kiss lasted a long while, the two of them draped around one another in the frame of that door.
The Vessel’s mouth was like the peaceful liquid of the abyss, pressing in warmly on all sides. The King let out a small moan as his tongue explored it, probing its depths. The King’s mouth was fleshy, soft, and warm, and the sensation of exploring it lit the Vessel on fire. They wanted to have sex with the Pale King, and they wanted it badly. Their erection emerged, and brushed against the King.
The King’s looking down, found it oddly comforting to have his own twisted emotions reflected. So he was not alone in sharing these thoughts. His own erection swelled, brushing against the Vessel.
The two broke the kiss, and looked into one another’s eyes. It was obvious what they both wanted. So, they walked into the room and locked the door behind them.
The private room was a small, square thing. It contained a king-size bed in the middle, and a more average-sized one towards the wall.
The King laid belly-down on the bed, and invited the Vessel to step forward. Even now, part of the Pale King’s brain still protested against this. The Pure Vessel was their spawn! They were supposed to seal the Radiance and save the kingdom through their purity!
But as the Vessel approached, and the reality of the coming sex hit him, the King stopped caring. They had wanted this for years, and nothing was going to get in the way of it now.
The Pale Vessel grabbed one of the Pale King’s thighs with one hand, while leading their member to his ass with the other. The King thought for a moment about the size of his new partner. He had gotten a good look at it in the doorway. It was much, much larger than one would expect.
The King spent a moment wondering how it would all fit, considering that it seemed almost as large as him. He wasn’t able to finish this thought, however, as his Vessel quickly inserted the tip of their cock into his ass.
A gasp left the King’s mouth as the Vessel slid into him. They slid in slowly, obviously savoring the feelings of sex. It struck the Vessel that this was their original fantasy, reading that book of bug sex, to bend their father over a bed and fuck him senseless. It took a lot of self-restraint to not slam deep into him. But the Vessel remembered what the book had said about making anal sex pleasurable, and moved in slowly.
The King was barely keeping himself together. The emotions of love and connection with the Pure Vessel, so long denied, were now being made reality. Despite this, the King was trying to act calm and regal.
It was a bit of an absurd act, after his fleeing from the Pure Vessel. But it let the Pale King tell himself that he was still a dignified royal even as he was letting himself be fucked by his own spawn.
The Pure Vessel continued moving deeper inside the Pale King, their cock alight with pleasure before unknown to them. They were thinking of all the years where they had to hide their love from the Pale King, how it was all being paid off here. They got ahead of themselves, and slammed the rest of their dick into the King’ ass.
The King let out a gasp that turned into a moan. The largeness of his partner hadn’t truly hit him until now. The Vessel’s cock was the largest he’d taken. His demeanor began to crack as the Vessel pulled back, preparing for another thrust. Before they were all the way out, they slammed back in again, sending a lightning strike of pleasure up their cock. Then, the thrusts started coming quicker.
The King’s composure crumbled quickly. He ran a hand down to his own cock and started jerking himself off. He was telling his vessel under deep gasps and moans to fuck him harder. The Vessel was eager to do so. The King was on fire now, pleasure overriding his senses as his mouth ceased to make words. He was only moaning now, one hand gripping the bed sheets as the other stroked his own dick.
The Pure Vessel was filled with emotions and feelings entirely new in their intensity. Every thrust felt like an orgasm, rocking them to their core. The Vessel gripped both hands on their father’s thighs and slammed against him hard. Their head was entirely full of the pleasure of the moment.
Soon, the two of them felt an orgasm beginning to build. The last of the Pale King’s royal attitude vanished as he screamed for the Pure Vessel to breed him. The Vessel gripped his father’s thighs hard as they slammed one last time against him, cumming. The orgasm overtook every emotion, every thought, and every sense. If they had a mouth, they would be screaming with pleasure.
The Pale King came right after, his own orgasm exploding out of him in a way he hadn’t felt in centuries. He heard his own moans escape his mouth, and was stunned at how animalistic they sounded.
The Pure Vessel pulled back again, still coming, and prepared to slam back in. The King was just trying to regain control of himself when the Vessel slammed into him. A scream erupted out of the King’s mouth, echoing throughout the chamber and beyond. The feeling of the Vessel’s cum exploding into him was too overwhelming to take. This triggered a second orgasm from the King, which further blinded him with pleasure.
The Vessel, through the pleasure, was slightly shocked at how much cum they were pumping out. They had had heavy orgasms in the past, but this eclipsed them all. It was a heavenly feeling, unlike anything they had ever experienced. This went on for what felt like an eternity, the Pure Vessel locked into the ass of their beloved father.
The Pure Vessel was unable to vocally express their pleasure, but as the orgasms slowed, the Pale King was moaning more than enough for the both of them. His regal demeanor and right manners had vanished, leaving only an animal who wanted nothing more than for his Vessel to use him as their own personal cumdump.
As the pleasure started to die down, the Pale King noticed that his abdomen had expanded considerably. He didn’t know why at first, until he realized that it had expanded to accommodate the sheer amount of cum the Pure Vessel had pumped into him over the course of the first orgasm.
Surely they were finished? The Pale King thought. No creature, whether they be bug, beast, or god, would be able to go for a round two after pumping something like that out.
As always with the Pure Vessel, the King was wrong. The Vessel was still standing at the base of the bed, still hilted inside their father. They were looking at the ceiling, their chest rising and falling with large breaths. Whatever pleasure the King had felt during his orgasm, the Vessel’s surely eclipsed it. They must have desired this even more than he had.
Then, after a few moments, they looked towards their father with pure love in their eyes. At this look, the King found himself re-ignited, giving his Vessel a motion that said, If you want more, I’m prepared.
At this, the Pure Vessel rapidly leaned down and planted another kiss on the King’s mouth, moving their hands to his sides. The Vessel, with one short movement, flipped their father over onto their back. They briefly removed their cock from the King, as their arms re-adjusted his form.
Now, the Vessel stood tall, looking directly down into the eyes of their father. Their head was still reeling from the orgasm they had just experienced. But they wanted more. Now. The Pale King knew what position was coming next, and raised his legs so the Pure Vessel could hook their arms around them. The Pure Vessel hooked their left arm around the leg in front of it. The right arm instead moved to take the King’s cock in its grasp.
Their grip was firm, but the King wasn’t about to complain. The Vessel began with slow movements up and down the shaft. The movement was awkward - this was their first time giving someone else a handjob after all - but it still set the King on fire. The Vessel experimented with the pressure they put on the cock, trying to find how to pleasure their father the best. Eventually, they found a level of pressure that seemed to please the King the most, and settled on it.
The Vessel was now picking up the pace of their jerking. The King had become so absorbed in the handjob that he forgot this was only half of the fun. The Pure Vessel briefly unhooked their left hand from the King’s thigh to lead their cock back into their father. Then they thrust. Hard.
The King felt the air leave his body as the entire length of the Vessel’s cock entered him at once. He hardly had time to gather himself before the second slam came. Then the third.
The Vessel, hooking their arm around the King’s leg once more, wasn’t spending any time on foreplay now. In the span of a second, the Vessel would thrust in, remove themselves, and slam again. Each thrust into their father’s ass sent another spike of pleasure through their body, their cock burning with a pleasure unmatched in all Hallownest. Their head, once empty, was now entirely filled with carnal pleasure and love for their father.
The King’s wasn’t moaning anymore, their head was too full with the sex he was having to do even that. Hardly even breathing now, the King let the Vessel pound them time after time. The King no longer cared how debased he must look, abdomen swelled with the cum of their own spawn while he looked on in mindless pleasure.
At this moment, the King wanted to do nothing, wanted to be nothing, other than to be a cumdump for the Vessel. They wanted this pleasure to continue forever.
The Vessel was jerking the King rapidly now. The King could tell from this that the next orgasm was short at hand. The Pure Vessel pounded and pumped the King’s even quicker, but then slowed. The next three thrusts came slower, but the force they contained eclipsed everything that came before. The first thrust came down so hard it stung the King’s ass, the pain sending a new surge of pleasure through him.
The second sent the Pure Vessel and Pale King’s heads reeling. Both felt what was about to happen and were shaking in anticipation of it.
The third was the one that carried the orgasm. As the Pure Vessel hilted inside of the Pale King, they thrust their head towards the ceiling, cum bursting out of their cock. The Pale King immediately felt the intensity of this orgasm, and the feeling of the Vessel’s cum flooding him sent him over the edge too. The King’s cum completely covered the bulge in his abdomen, and his chest. Some of it even splashed up onto his head and face.
The feelings filling the Vessel were indescribable. It was pleasure beyond words, the kind of feeling that temporarily removes someone’s ability to speak or think. They began making smaller thrusts into their father, each thrust renewing the waves of cum and topping up on the pleasure filling their every sense. An entire lifetime of repressed emotion let out in an orgasm.
The Pale King was too blinded by pleasure. When he would awake the day after, the King would be startled at the amount of cum covering him - most of it his. Nothing he had ever felt in his eons of living had ever felt like this. Every sense was obliterated, every thought made subservient to the Vessel he had once wanted to be pure.
As the Vessel finished, they could only stand at the foot of the bed, eyes still turned towards the ceiling. As they looked down, they saw the King in what could only be described as a bed of cum. His abdomen had expanded to an absurd degree.
The Vessel knew the King had changed their form in the past, and that their current one came with a degree of plasticity, but this was beyond anything they’d seen. It spoke to how powerful the King’s own orgasm was that his cum had somehow surpassed it to stain his chest and face.
The King was laying in a pool of cum. His legs, arms, and chest were all partially submerged in the sticky substance, with only the pillow stopping his head from being soaked in it.
The King’s head was rolled back, his breathing heavy. It took him a full minute to look up and speak to the Vessel. He simply said, “In all my thousands of years of living, I have never experienced anything as wondrous as that.”
Then he collapsed in exhaustion. The Vessel leaned down and took the King in their arms. In truth, they were exhausted, too. They moved to the guest bed at the side of the wall, and laid the King down. Then, they crawled in after them. Pulling up the blanket over the both of them, the Pure Vessel felt a deep satisfaction and happiness that they had never quite felt before. They had finally voiced their love for the Pale King, and could rest easy knowing they returned it.
As the Pure Vessel began to doze off, they nuzzled up to the King. Placing their head on his head, the Vessel fell into a deep sleep.