Chapter 56: The Rune At The Wheel(Unholy Smut*)

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Please Note: The following chapter has an ungodly amount of M/M smut. Reader's Discretion is advised. You have been warned.

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Max's Omega Pheromone Rune gives Max's plans a wrench while ensuring they both get some unhealthy amount of pure, unfiltrated action by men it may or may not have influenced.

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Part One:

Max was currently choking on Markos' 8 inch shaft while Ryan plowed him from behind and Malivore drilled him from the front.

He honestly wasn't sure when he did it, but he knew at some point he managed to mass teleport everyone to his Forks Estate bedroom — From there, its been three whole days since all 15 of his men had decided to ruin his holes complete.y three whole days of being filled to the brim with seed so galantaneous in level, it could act as its own protein source for an entire month's workout.

Three days since the barely conscious creation of 2 new runes — The Seed Tank Rune and the Rune of Impregnation.

The Seed Tank Rune basically was just a nigh-infinitely deep tub that stores any semen that's consumed through oral processes or absorbed from any of Max's holes, including the pores of his skin. There's no limit to how much semen gets stored, and, unless Max wills it to not activate, its a passive effect rune, or automatically active. It keeps the semen in prime condition no matter how long its been in the rune itself.

The Rune of Impregnation is just that — a rune that allows Max to get knocked up, but only if he so chose to. By consuming every ounce of semen in the Seed Tank Rune, Max can create a baby biologically created from a multitude of fathers — every male's semen he consumed in the tank would be the baby's father.

It also allowed a secondary function, which was to let Max have babies from multiple sources all at once through what its creation in Max's body, the 'Baby Space' — A small pocket dimension that absorbs any jizz stored away or absorbed from any of his three holes — and could make babies from any pair of jizz, including his own. It was sort of like a baby making machine dimension, but much more built through biology and magic than by evolution and science.

CLUCK!

Max felt Markos' hand holding his head firmly on either side by the back of his head while the Traveller leader thrusted in and out of his warm, tight mouth like a fleshlight. His purpose? To be used and abused for the benefit of other males.

The Traveller had his eyes closed as he grunted, slightly, in pleasure. Of all the partners he's ever had, he's never had one whose mouth felt so good. It was like it was built for his cock. The thought only made Markos fuck Max's skull harder.

Of course, what he didn't know was that not only does Max's 9/10 Charm factor make sex millions of times better than any other partner he ever could've gotten with, but Max's body, pheromones, even his mouth was specially enhanced to make whatever cock entered his body feel each hundreds of times even better.

Then there was the Omega Pheromone Rune, which enhanced everything even more to the point that it was surprising that the Traveller was even able to keep his wits about himself and not go mad with cardinal desires. A regular human would've likely gone mad with pleasure, possibly even had died from overstimulation. The human body wasn't meant to experience this level of pleasure.

"Fuckkk…," Markos grunted, his mind struggling to process the pleasure he was feeling from just fucking a mouth. "There's not a hole or whore on Earth born to take my cock… Not like this, not like yours. All these men here and you need my cock to get off, huh? You Need it, yeah? You Crave it. You can't function witho—."

But Max didn't let him finish.

He biologically altered both his throat walls to be made of the same cells and ,olecular build up as his tongue was made of —- Only, instead of generating spit, it produced a slick that made any cock it came into contact with incredibly sensitive and enhanced pleasure to even greater levels than before.

Max also increased the effects of the Omega Pheromone Rune, losing himself as he made all the men in his room lose control of themselves in their pleasure. The effects were immediate.

Kol had to fight the urge to push every man aside and have Max to himself. Kai was trying — and failing — to not get up behind one of them men gathered here and just shove his cock up their rear; in the end, he did this to Marcus Martin, who, overcome with intensive pleasure, could only pliantly let the sociopath take his manhood, eventually moaning out in pleasure as Kai Parker found and pulverized his prostate. Even Sebastian, making out with Lucien, found himself brought to his knees and choking on the older vampire's schlong.

Markos' hands that were gripping the back of Max's head tightened painfully, as he lost all self-control and his thrusts became animalistic. He didn't see Max anymore. He saw a hole to be abused beyond recognition. He didn't give Max anymore breathing periods. He getting off right then and there, regardless of Max's condition afterwards.

GLUCK!

The oral treatment alone would've had lesser men out cold. The abuse Max's throat was currently suffering from was so rough yet felt so damn good, so damn divinei, especially to Max, that he almost forgot about the abuse his pussy and asshole was suffering from by the father/son duo that was the Malivore madmen.

Almost.

Its hard to do that when they were both being actively destroyed, though.

As Ryan Clarke plowed his 26 incher, tick as a beer can cock right up Max's biologically enhanced ass, Max couldn't help but shiver at the derogatory, debasing things the man whispered into his ear:

"How does it feel to get off to getting creamed inside by something as dirty as mud?"

"Imagine wanting to get railed by something larger than a python."

"Your sacred garden is ruined, speared through by a rod and its flowers defiled."

"You can never call yourself a man anymore. Not after this. Getting pierced through the ass by a rod thicker than a beer can. But I reckon you don't really want to to begin with, huh?"

"Hehe. you're such a whore. No, you're easier than a whore. You're for the streets, as they say. You're singing in moans through sheets made of flesh."

With every thrust in, Ryan made sure Max would feel it, remember it, lock it to memory — By physically and psychologically — And, fuck, did he enjoy it.

CLAP!

And every single time he thrusted into him, it caused Max to get himself impaled on Malivore's 28 incher, thick as a showerhead, monster of a cock, which only wrecked his front hole more than any cock could have possibly done. It would heal near instantly, due to his natural super healing factor and the fact thatMalivore was just laying down there, relaxed on his back, making no significant effort to fuck Max outside of getting Max to fuck himself on the monster's monstrous shaft and a few sharply angled thrusts here and there. The healed pussy would relax slightly as he pulled off the andacock — Only to get unceremoniously re-rammed open back unto the pipe and re-openned raw.

"FUckkk. I'm going to—-!" Markos stated, his thrusts becoming rougher, tougher and more brutal, yet still somehow more animalistic, more instinctive and less coordinated. "I'm gonna—-," he tried pulling off but Max's jaw locked unnaturally tight around the base of his hairy pubes,locking his monster down Max's spongey throat. "--Ahh, FUCKKKK!"

Whether off instinct or habit, Markos grabbed Max's skull even harder from the back, forcing Max to choke all the way down to the base, as he shot gallons worth of seed down his throat in thick, white turrets.

Thanks to Max altering the biology of all his men, when they cum, they'll cum 10s of gallons worth of seed, sometimes, depending on who is being milked, hundreds of gallons. The tradeoff for the more physiologically human ones like witches and actual human beings — they often needed days to recover, often going into deep sleeps just to get it up again, but their milk was always cherished.

As Markos pulled out, mvoving to lay down next to an unconscious Marcus, likely about to go into another deep sleep while Kai Parker finished inside Marcus, someone else took Markos' place —- Jackson Kenner.

Max gad tasted all of Markos' 7 gallons of love juice, thanks to the tongues in the back of his throat, and, even when Ryan shot his load up Max's ass and Malivore shot his own deep up his vagina, and Tyler took his place while Oliver came up behind him to take Ryan's place, he kenw.

Max knew.

He was a hole to all these men at the moment. A cocksleve. A cumdump that never tires of receiving cum. And they were going to treat him as such.

And, fuck, did he enjoy every bit of it.

And, like that, time passed. Day and night, the men fucked him. Sometimes he was conscious, sometimes not. Werewolves. Golems. Vampires. Witches. At some point, even Alaric joined in — Something about Jenna breaking things off, not able to deal with his double life as a vampire hunters — And, needing a place to vent out his frustration, he was convinced to head here by Barshamsha. He needed a hole to vent out his anger, and Max was as good of one as he could find.

He abused Max properly, of that Max was sure. He was rough, abusive and physically dominant while he went down on Max. Max was sure to make the hunter hella addicted t him, though, which was a success from the getgo, ironically.

These men came inside Max's holes countless times, painting Max's insides white with hundreds of gallons of their baby batter. None were, however, more impressive in amount than the top 4 shooters: Kol, Lucien, Ryan and Malivore.

Being vampires and golems, there were a much higher ceiling that allowed them to shoot more than the others. Max concluded that their cumulative total cum from just these 4 alone were close to 38 gallons. And the actual total amount of jizz that was shot up Max's holes collectively close to 48 gallons.

Of course, most of it was absorbed into the Seed Tank Rune, but Max actively slowed its absorption rate to a crawl, so, at least 8 gallons of cum, were still inside him — held up his ass by a butt plug, up his vagina by pussy plug and swelling his stomach from being filled through oral.

He had more cum inside him than blood and the realization that he'd smell like all of these men for weeks — even when he would however later — only aroused him more.

Of course, he was still sore. Some would say broken open beyond repair if they saw what he looked like downstairs….

Part Two:

And, of course, things didn't end there.

Even as Maximus was resting, his Omega Pheromone RUne was practically possessing him — Not for longer than a few minutes every few hours, as the Rune of Resistance helped prevent long term, unwanted possession, and it was definitely not long enough for Max's senses to pick up on it — Maybe 20 to 25 second at optimal time periods and totalling to 6 minutes daily.

For all intents and purposes, it was becoming adaptive with its control — And Max, already being exhausted and wrecked, was too weak mentally to resist its control, even if he had been conscious and aware of it.

It wanted seed. And, unfortunately, it was in an estate full of willing donors.

And so it acted during those brief periods of control, when Max was not at the wheel restricting its movement inside his body — Or times when Max was just dosed off. It used Max's control over biokinesis and altered the biology of all 17 men under this roof, Maximus included.

It made them able to generate tons of cum per ejaculatioon, without dying or needing to rest, and only are able to do so when they fuck Max.

It made sure that all 16 men were more physically dominant during sex — That testosterone would be at an all time high during intercourse, producing 250x more testerostone than normal, specifically when fucking Max and the need to bust inisde Max's mouth or pussy took primary precedent.

By doing this, it ensured Max would not only get railed beyond normal supernatural ability to heal, but, also, that, whenever the fiasco finishes, Max recovers control and fixes everything, that he would smell so intrinsically like semen, no amount of washing would remove it for months.

What it did to Max was worse.

It altered Max's brain chemistry, making him more pliant and pliable to rough fucks and more submissive and receptive to dominant men—Or more so than usual.

It ensured this mentality would only turn on the other 16 men more, making them more desperate to fuck Max harder.

It knew that by the time Max came to and re-took control of everything, he'd be so messed up, so physiologically ruined that even his healing factor would struggle against the damage.

And, in the end, It would've already won. The amount of cement it would be able to deed on would be too great for Max to truly govern.

It even added a hidden effect to the Seed Tank Rune — One that essentially made all 3 of Max's holes a sponge for baby batter, able to naturally hold onto hundreds of thousands otf tons of cum without need for plug, with minimal showing outside of a slightly bloated belly, no matter how much was actually held onto.

With these adjustments made, It was sure that when Max gets up, he would be getting one hell of a surprise…

Max struggled his way from his bed, all semen that was plugged inside his body fully absorbed into the Seed Tank Rune.

As he made his way over to the bathroom, he failed to notice all of the 16 "sleeping" men were discreetly watching him, eyeing him up and down in pure, wanton hunger, their dicks fully erect—many of them unnaturally so—like predators sizing up prey.

He made his way to the bathroom, slipped out of his completely ruined underwear and entered the shower when it was just the perfect temperature.

As the warm water ran down his physically bruised and abused body, warming his sore, exhausted muscles, he couldn't help but sigh in relaxation, eyes closed.

He didn't hear Kol enter the open-door bathroom. He didn't hear the quiet removal of dark drawls.

He just knew something was wrong when he was alone one minute, and the next he was pinned against the wall with Kol looking down on him, black veins darkened around his eyes, fangs dropped.

"Kol?" Max asked, confused, tilting his head.

"Forgive me. I can fight it no longer," was all the Original said, grabbing him by the hips, lifting him off his legs and biting harshly into his neck hard enough to terribly wound him.

GASP!

Max instinctively leaned his head to give the vampire more access to his vital area, even as the pain of having his neck ripped into—Not bitten, not sucked—Ripped into and drained of all vital blood—while a 18 inch cock pierced his already sore garden—It was incredibly painful—More painful than anything Max had ever experienced.

He realized Kol's Ripper side must have been triggered by his heightened arousal. His Original Ripper persona was asserting itself more than usual and, judging by the roughness of his thrusts into Max, he was far hornier than normal as well.

But he physically couldn't resist being fucked as he was being drained of all vitality.

"Please... Uhnnn! Oh, Kol!" Max was shaking with a pleasure that should've alarmed him. He was dying while getting railed and he moans? Since when?!

At some point, Max must've locked his hips around his assaulting vampire, which only let him go deep in him at an unexplored angle. "Ahh!!"

Kol pulled back at this, his lips dripping with blood as his glazed over eyes re-focused on Max. "You... taste so... scrumptious..." Kol seemed to physically resist the urge to bite into Max again, and Max had to fight the disappointment at this realization.

Instead, he locked onto his lips, and sealed them roughly with his own, stealing Max's breath away.

SLAM!

Kol was absolutely OBLITERATING Max's pussy, slamming Max into the wall from the force of his thrusts alone — A crater had begun to form from where Max's back was being slammed into the tiles of the shower wall. And, from Kol's gradual increase in thrust strength, he would only be getting rougher.

BANG!

It wasn't even a slam anymore. Just straight railing. And Kol still kissed Max through it, even through the tears — He didn't give Max a break or even a chance to catch his breath or any kind of air.

The kiss was hot, all-consuming and entirely suffocating. And Max feared he would pass out long before Kol even came.

And, when Kol did cum, he didn't cum in gallons. He came in tons. He came enough to full up a mid-sized riverbed — 98 tons, Max's advanced mind calculated when the ejaculation jets of milk ceased their shooting, and, somehow, he was not only keeping it all inside him without effort or any kind of plug, but his pussy was absorbing it, slowly – very, very slowly —- so Max could feel the weight of 98 tons worth of semen weighing down on his body.

'Who could cum this much in one sitting?' Max thought, still being roughly kissed, was close to blacking out.

CLAP!

What surprised Max more was that Kol was hard again in absolutely no time at all, fucking his bruised and battered pussy like it personally owed him money — And, fuck, did Max enjoy the experience!

SLAM!

Kol, still kissing Max, was sucking every last reserve of oxygen from Max's lungs. He wanted Max near-death, so that, at the last second, when he saved Max, Max knew who was running things, before he'd return the breath of life back into Max moments before he could possibly die.

He won't kill him. No, Kol loves Max too much to ever do that. But ruining him was fair game.

BANG!

When Kol came this time, it was over 100 tons worth of cum. And he didn't even stop the thrusting. Just kept on going.

BOOM!

Kol would cum 6 more times inside Max's pussy and 4 times down Max's throat before he needed rest. It all totaled to over 762 tons of cum just sloshing around inside Max with no issue — All because his Seed Tank Rune refused to absorb the sacred baby batter any faster.

When Kol pulled out of Maximus, he backed away, letting Max fall unceremoniously to the ground before walking off.

Sore and battered with new bruises and wounds, Max thought he was done.

He was wrong.

Outside his bathroom was a long line of men who wanted their turn, all of them eyeing Max like he was dinner.

'This… this is what they mean when they say 'suffering from success',' Max realized as the first entered, lifted Max and entered his sacred, ruined garden without issue…

Chapter 56 - Chapter 56: The Rune At The Wheel(Unholy Smut*)