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Devour Vol 2 Ch 17: Awakening Of The Mother!
🕑 Added 2025-07-14 22:46:10 +0000 UTCIn the heart of the multiverse—a place where light bent into impossible shapes and energy spiraled in endless storms—something ancient stirr
In the heart of the multiverse—a place where light bent into impossible shapes and energy spiraled in endless storms—something ancient stirred.
Reality itself seemed to bend inward, collapsing around a single point where time meant nothing, where universes danced like fireflies on a summer night. And from that singularity, a pulse of light—pure and white—burst outward, shaking the very pillars of creation.
Then came the shape.
No star, no planet, no cosmic titan before had matched what emerged from the light. It was not just large—it was beyond comprehension. Beyond the horizon of universes, beyond anything mortals could give proper language to.
A body drifted in that blinding luminance. A woman. Her skin glowed like polished ivory, steaming with radiant power. Her hair streamed out like a silver nebula, stretching for light-years. Her breath created solar winds. Her eyes—twin spheres of pure, shimmering starlight—opened slowly, and when they did, the swirl of cosmic storms seemed to hush in reverence.
This was the first.
The Mother.
The Mother who's breasts could crush a hundred planets, who's saliva coated tongue could extinguish 1000 stars, who with a single pore on her skin could carry hundreds of moons. Cosmic dust no bigger than a speck of sand to her, that invaded the confines of her nipples could destroy a dozen of planets with ease. This was the origin...
The origin from which all Devourers sprang. She who was never named, because her name would collapse the tongues of those who tried to speak it. To some, she was the Endmaker. To others, the Starwomb. But to the hundred daughters born of her breath, she was simply "Mother."
And now, her eyes scanned the endless weave of dimensions with purpose.
She spoke. Not with voice, not with sound—but with a force of will so great that every Devourer in the cosmos felt it at once.
"Come."
A word. A command. A pull from the very center of the web of existence.
"Come to me, daughters of the dark. Walkers of the void. Eaters of stars. Return to me now."
Galaxies shivered in their rotations. Time slowed. The call was clear.
Crimson heard it as she drifted through the emptiness between galaxies. Her crimson hair whipped behind her like a burning comet trail. She turned her gaze toward the infinite light now swelling beyond the horizon of black space.
The Friendly Devourer beside her blinked, then gasped in joy. "It's her, Crimson... it's Mother. She's calling us."
"I know," Crimson replied, a small grin tugging at her lips. "It's been a long time since she called us directly. This must be something... big."
The Friendly Devourer bounced once in excitement, despite the vastness of her own form sending ripple waves through the fabric of the void. "Do you think she'll like me?"
Crimson laughed under her breath. "She might question your tactics, sister. But she'll remember your heart."
Far across the stars, other Devourers stirred.
Some roused from slumber in the cores of black holes.
Others blinked out of camouflaged forms, disguised as nebulae or asteroids, their massive shapes unfurling as they turned toward the Source.
Across the void, where stars flickered like dying embers and the last light of galaxies drifted into silence, something stirred.
Darkness, one of the eldest of the Devourers, felt it before she heard it as she floated through space, her body steaming as sweat covered her body. To her it wasn't a voice. It wasn't even a sound. It was pressure, coiling through the black, humming through her bones like the echo of a scream from eons ago. It turned her on more as she grind two planets against the nipples, that began to become erect.
Her moans began to grow louder, vibrating space itself with power unrivaled as the planets against her nipples began to become nothing but a fine powder mixed with lava, that did nothing again her wet skin. She could barely even feel the warmth of the life blood of the planet as her sweat drops quickly extinguished the blazing heat.
Soon with aloud cry that could shatter stars and rip apart planets she came hard, the planets being over taken by her breasts.
Her eyes closed, as she floated in the void, she couldn't help but smile as she looked out into space. "I guess it's time to go."
Further away in another galaxy She sat, her naked ass having plowed right through the core of a planet, as she used the very broken world as a thrown that she comfortably sat on. She, with her below resting on a broken moon, leaned her face into the palm of her hand as she looked into the depths of space.
She held no expression as her great form floated amidst shattered celestial debris. Behind her trailed the remnants of broken planets, their cores still glowing red-hot. She barely noticed them. Her body—immense, shadowed, eternal—was pressed against a distant dead world. Her spine arched, and her skin gleamed with condensed starlight, the cold friction of her existence against creation itself. And still, her mind wasn't on the wreckage or even on the heat that licked at her skin like desperate whispers. It wasn't even on the survivors that had somehow survived inside the very crevices of her ass cheeks, barely offering her a tickle as she sat in thought, only to die with a subconscious clench of her ass muscles.
"Mother," she breathed, barely audible, though her whisper bent asteroids out of orbit.
Her black eyes—bottomless voids—snapped open.
"It's time," she said. Her voice cracked like a distant supernova.
Crimson flares of energy rippled out from her fingertips, dancing across the vacuum like sparks from a dying fire. Even in her cold apathy, there was a tremor of anticipation. The call had reached her too.
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Meanwhile, drifting through quiet space, Io hovered with her smaller form's eyes closed. Her true self—so massive it eclipsed the distant light of systems—was silent and still, like a sleeping god. But inside her thoughts churned.
She had felt it.
Her.
Not a sibling. Not one of the others. But the one. The origin of them all.
Io's lips barely moved. "She's awake," she whispered.
She'd never met her before. The Mother of All Devourers had only ever gathered them once in eons, and that was long before Io had drawn her first planetary breath. Now... something was pulling them all together. Something big.
Io felt her pulse race with an emotion she rarely named—fear.
Not for herself.
For him.
She turned her attention downward.
The little human walked across her skin, still tracing the gentle slopes of her vast, white landscape of a body. To him, every wrinkle in her skin was a mountain ridge, every strand of her hair a forest of gold. He was moving slowly, unaware of the thoughts circling her mind like satellites.
Was she making a mistake?
This wasn't a place for mortals. The meeting, the journey, the things her kind talked about—Conrad shouldn't be anywhere near them. Even now, his presence on her body was a contradiction. A fragile breath of life balanced atop a world made for destruction.
She clenched her fists, small tremors running across her skin.
Was it worth putting him in danger—for the chance to undo what had already been done? The people he cared about were gone. Entire cities. Countries. Maybe more. She could feel the ache in him, but would chasing a miracle only shatter him more?
She looked ahead—toward that point in the void where the energy of her Mother now pulsed, a beacon brighter than a trillion suns.
Even she didn't know what would happen when they arrived. Only that they had to.
"Conrad..." she said under her breath. "I hope you're ready for what comes next."
And then, slowly, she began to accelerate again—her massive form glowing faintly as space itself bent around her. The multiverse stirred. And from every corner of the known and unknown cosmos, sisters stirred from their slumber.
The Devourers were coming home.
