<em>"The same day we reunited. I believe I killed you my Wolf. I thought I was was fixing your problems. Pruning away garbage that you accumulate in your mind and soul. It was important yet what is even left of you that I did not create? I have always loved you"</em><br/><br/>Andras was confused by Queen's words but he sensed the psychic chill, which made him alert more than usual and curious—studying Queen closely in both physical and emotional realms. In wake of her words, there was confusion; if there had been needing for changes Andras was happy for them. He thought about physical ones and he was happy about them, but his mind fails to recognize Queen meant more spiritual and mental changes. Even if a lingering slip of thought consider the possibility of such, Andras did not complain about them or feel wronged (as he felt in the dream where he slew his past self and core of his identity; the root which from Queen had pruned off the perfect ideal specimens of his core, her ideal specimen).<br/><br/>Andras was happy from many releases and breedings, he more than willingly reduced his mental state to the beast which comes with ease for champions of Luna and so like a hound he walked on fours in Queen's guidance. Sniffing and growling softly beside her as she communed to Szoreny.<br/><br/><em>"The great primordials gave creation shape based on their desires. The desires of Lord Szoreny used to dictate the laws of reality. As we evolve we access that power in bits and pieces. Some era to come you may yet join us in creation and our dreams will shape fate to fit their design."</em><br/><br/>The forest was silent for now, but Queen became aware that the Forest of Szoreny was observing and watching her. An awareness of her presence.<br/><br/><em>"Our pet is handsome and virile. Taste of his cock if you please."</em><br/><br/>Andras rolled on back, not even whelp escaping him as Queen cut a slender shallow cut over his penis, as a shallow cut is enough to release a spurt of blood which splatters upon the nearby trunk of the silvery tree. The silvery forest remains aware...and rustling metallic screech echoes through the forest...sounding pleased?<br/><br/><em>"You are known to appreciate a fine male body. A strong sex drive and desire for male flesh is something we share with you. Therevwill even be a festival honoring such things. This one is the one we love like no other. He has killed his past so inside he is only what we nade him. A beautiful gesture with a fruit we find bittersweet."</em><br/><br/>The silvery screech, howl in wind, sound pleased. But in the final part, about the experience of beauty and gesture being bittersweet there is an echo, a whisper, in Queen's voice replying;<em>"Why?"</em><br/><br/><em>"When he does something we adore, we are adoring our own reflection are we not? Our ideas were meant to shape and guide him in all things. Now they might be all that is him. He is a very powerful tool for your chosen."</em><br/><br/>The reflections in the silvery forest stare back and in unison in a quiet chorus Queen's voice replies;<em>"Your reflection, yes, you desire made manifest in him and replaced his ego with yours. The truest love is to yourself above all else. He powerful boon both you and I."</em><br/><br/>Andras releases husky growling as delighted sounds as Queen caressed him, his wound in cock already healed and closed up.<br/><br/><em>"Has our mate taken our reflection inside him and made it his own or, like most reflections, can he only copy the movement we make? His Akuma process was brilliant and nessessiary."</em><br/><br/>Again Queen's reflections reply with her visage and voice;<em>"All that's in him is now reflection you created, but reflections aren't a hundred percent accurate from original. Mimic what you move but not accurately, not precise. As by nature, mirrors lie, and thus reflection is false by its very nature. Raise right hand, raised hand rises on left in the mirror than right. Also from broken shards of mirrors, it can merge and grow larger mirror in time and expand more than what you ever reflected upon him and reflection grow more distorted and more own reflection than yours entirely. However, roots always will remain what you left in him. Akumization was a necessity for the full realization of his potential and connection to you."</em><br/><br/><em>"At least we believe it was. Could we have guided him to become what he is today on his own? Should we simply not care?"</em><br/><br/><em>"Don't care, as you know, original would not have submitted being akuma and tool for yozis and thus would have remained an imperfect partner and imperfect bond. Which you would not have been satisfied with. You achieved the perfect partner, even more, powerful than the original even if it came to cost of shattering the roots of the original."</em><br/><br/>In regards to sacrifices, the forest does not commune through reflection, but quiet chime-like screeches which she understands indicate approval.<br/><br/>Andras gladly lies down as a mattress for Queen, his cock throbbing warmly radiating and pulsing beneath her as a soft cushion to lay upon. As Queen revealed her gambit resurrecting none less than a primordial behemoth, questioning her worthiness, the reflections reply;<br/><br/><em>"I always have known your worthy and resourceful, there have been no doubts about that. You would be worthy Queen of Yozis, but Ebon Dragon candidate fulfills the requirements more in other levels than prowess. Your drive to claim the title of Queen is admirable but you may not know you may not desire the title and crown of Queen of Yozis, as to claim the title you would become more bound, limited, and less powerful than you are now. In the same manner, being king of yozis, Malfeas, is a prisoner to this realm, Queen of yozis and hell is a prisoner as well thanks crown and title she wears. Only because she is capable of escaping her bonds, she is the queen. If you would have her position, you would be an unable to escape."</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Hellwhore's nightmare trial</strong><br/><br/>Hellwhore had in horror watched his cock regrow back...vigorous and beautiful as ever as before! Throbbing in needily, dripping juices in need but he refuses to touch it! Not daring it! As he certainly would lose himself on sensations, the accursed lust which limited him from achieving his holy state! Hours, days, he struggled and tried to calm down but he fails, the lust ever-persistent but he failed to achieve the zenith state of mind he had before! He can sense the psychic network and general emotions but no longer he could feel the divine prayers rain upon him and not able to provide the euphoria which he had grown accustomed to receiving and now desperately needing it! He is sobbing and crying while kneeling in front of the cathedral's altar, praying fervently while his cock continues throbbing hard and dripping.<br/><br/>Then shadow is cast from the cathedral door as Andras walks through the doors, Hellwhore sensing his presence as he crawls and hides behind the altar and cries; "Why you have come?! Did you not know my punishment?!" Andras softly speaks; "I knew of your punishment, I have waited but you have trouble so I have come to help you." Hellwhore cries and says; "If you help me...I do not deserve forgiven! I need by my own effort achieve it!" Andras approaches the altar, looking behind while Hellwhore attempts to cover his cock with altar cloth but Andras stops it, looks at it, and says; "Looks magnificent as in the day I cut it off. You will achieve your forgiveness once you achieve the spiritual state while having the cock on you and thus prove you are truly worthy to retain your status as a sacred eunuch, the saintly priest of my cock. Once you achieve it I will remove that from you same clean honorable manner as in the first time."<br/><br/>Hellwhore cries, looking up Andras desperately, and says; "I have tried...I have tried and continued beyond exhaustion and only what I feel is the need for my cock screaming at me to sate it! It's a demon, reborn stronger as ever! I feel I am soon going lose the struggle, to end it all than desire anything it offers!" Andras smiles warmly and places a hand on Hellwhore's shoulder and says; "Before that happens we can try one approach you haven't tried besides meditation. Have thought the saintly euphoric state was not born from prayers...but rather doing and performing service as sacred eunuch priest?" Hellwhore blinks, nodding, and says; "It's....possible....but what service I..." Andras then moves his hand down to Hellwhore's wrist, guiding it to his more normal-sized cock and says; "Service me directly, without cumming yourself, seek pleasure in serving me above else above your own and rediscover the saintly state you achieved after your cock was removed. But now discover it while having the cock and thus twice prove your worth being saint...and learn the lesson not make another mistake and go above and beyond ensure you succeed. Then you may get a second chance to be adopted as Queen's son."<br/><br/>Hellwhore's eyes widen, both in shock and realization and he cries again, but this time in joy as he whispers; "Oh yes...I can do that, let's try it!" Hellwhore did not hesitate in providing personal service to Andras, which is not that different from what he did as a brothel whore but the difference was in devotion and desire to please which was not inspired by fear but by a desire to bring happiness and joy to cock which he worked as priest off and worshipped! Albeit it was less glorious size but its beauty and virility did not disappoint him at all! He is pleased by hands, orally, and using his body to please Andras, including using his ass, but not stroke or satisfy himself nor Andras touch his cock. He resisted orgasming until Andras did, eager as Hellwhore was, Andras was more eager and virile and energy full to release with ease and Hellwhore was able to endure his attentions without coming before him. He did cum and stained the altar but Andras forgave it as the altar and cathedral were part of Queen and thus cum will not go waste if spilled as manse will absorb it like all other fluids spilled on her. Also, it was not Hellwhore's fault as he aimed not to please himself, but rather the result of experiencing divine virility of his cock and if his cock failed to bring him to bliss it would have been failing of his cock not to do so.<br/><br/>It took a while, a couple of orgasms, but then Hellwhore found the saintly joy again, feel pleasure, a constant state of euphoria, in servicing Andras than feeling pleasure from orgasm and he ceased orgasming and achieved his zenith state once more....and then collapse, fall asleep and then slowly stir wake in Andras lap, coated in his cum and his cock nowhere seen. Assuming removal was already done as he greeted and cleaned Andras in a sacred eunuch priestly manner. In a euphoric state as he had briefly lost it in his dream.