My HIGHLY erotic and NSFW story about John Romero's head

The post that was too tender for Doomworld's vanilla sensibilities.
Some formatting problems occurred during the transfer here, I am not taking the time to fix them. Without further ado, let us begin.





Getting Head From a Head's Ass


Written byTheMagicMushroomMan



Prologue

The war is far from over. The sky is chaos ablaze, stone walls crumble to dust and brimstone crackles as fires raze the land. Great walls of flame burn high and fast. As far as the eye can see, Hell continues to preside over the Earth.
As the ground cracks beneath his Plutonic boots, the Doom Slayer approaches a large and decrepit highrise. The faded, bullet-riddled sign outside reads "id Software". The Slayer enters the complex, overwhelmed by the smell of rotten burnt flesh, of both his fellow marines and the warriors of Hell they Valiantly dispatched.

This is where your story begins, for you are THE SLAYER.

Chapter 1

You move the bodies of some fellow UAC comrades out of the way and take the express elevator to the penthouse suite. Some familiar music plays as the elevator makes it's ascent, but you don't know if you have actually heard it before. The elevator makes a pinging noise and stops moving, so you pry the metal doors open.
The room is in a state of disarray. Some illicit drugs and about a dozen straws sit on a large table. You make note of white residue scattered in piles throughout the room and move on. A ricocheting light in an otherwise darkened corner catches your eye. Moving over to the light, you realize it is bouncing off a bloodied and metallic spike, the sunlight from a broken window playfully pointing it out to you. You use the Praetor suit's light to illuminate the corner of the once-elegant room.
On the spike rests a black-haired human head. You approach it, feeling great deja vu. The face is that of a young man. Praetor suit scans indicate his brain has been in a state of decay since 1995. You swivel the impaled head, turning it around on the spike as blood pours from the base of its neck.
On the back of his head, two mounds of soft flesh cover a fly-swarmed opening. It appears the pests are borne from the hole in the back of his head. The flies have their feast with him, yet his matter does not decay. He is a neverending supply of life and flesh, as he is ruler of Heaven and Hell at once. This is where physical shapes came to be, this the king of all matter, this is the maker.
You turn his head back around and He stares at you with a vacancy not found in the living, yet you know he is alive. Slowly, his eyes shift toward you. His mouth begins to open, moreso with each passing hour. You cannot keep your eyes from his, for you know that, in you, he sees everything.

Chapter 2

He tells you he can end this. He can bring about a new savior, far stronger than any man or Demon. Hell's wrath in this plane of existence will come to an and, after an eternity of conflict. He will create something strong enough to destroy all energy. He will breed new life, and this world shall be born again. He tells you that the savior will be in your image. He tells you what you must do. His voce fades. His eyes continue to look through you, and eventually begin to roll into the back of his bloody head. His mouth hangs open freely, his lips sag, he is limp.
You disengage the Pratetor suit and leave it on a nearby table. You notice that you are more errect than you have ever been. Your lover gazes at the broken window as you insert yourself into his mouth. Stale blood makes his opening soft and sticky. You thrust into Him, becoming harder and harder, until it seems as though His mouth is being penetrated by a large and bloody stone.
You continue copulating with His mouth, slowly feeling your lifeseed building within you. Your lover's pupil's dilate more with each passing hour as you fuck through the stinking, dripping blood within him. Suddenly, you have an idea.
You use an armored finger to penetrate the hole in the back of his skull, smashing hundreds of flies into a gooey paste in the process. His eyes shift back towards you, and you lock gazes with Him again. You play with the hole, clenching it, moving your finger in and out. You continue pentrating both of His holes, knowing how satisfied He is becoming, even as his hollow expression never gives it away.
You caress the two pieces of fat flesh on the back of His head until brain matter begins to overflow into His mouth, providing further satisfaction as you plow Him. You feel his back hole gripping you tighter and tighter, until the Plutonic shell around your finger begins to crack. You know he is ready.
You put your hands on His drooping cheeks and swivel His head around on the stake. The hole is pulsating, contracting in and out, sucking in pulvarised flies and spitting them back out. You finger His head forcefully, slowly adding one finger at a time, until the hole begins to loosen up. Eventually, He relaxes completely, inviting you in.

Chapter 3

You enter the hole slowly, working your way through the flies. His smashed brain contracts around you, and you know that the pleasure you feel is one that will never be known by any other mortal being. His grey matter wraps around your girth, His knowledge stimulates you. You push harder and harder as He stares at an old Daikatana poster, an admittance that even He has felt the touch of failure.
But now He knows only your touch. You vigirously make love to His hole, slapping and squeezing the hills of soft flesh that once served to guard its entrance. He squeezes you harder and harder, making your stone throb inside Him.
You know that it is almost finished. You can feel yourself ready to burst. You pump His skull as hard as you can, and suddenly, he speaks... "Oh. Ohh. Ohhhhh. Urgh. Ah.". Hearing His voice brings you unspeakable pleasure. You know that He needs more. You cannot finish yet.
You pull out, leaving a gaping mass of pulsating and contracting flesh, dead flies, and bloody chunks of brain. You go back to the table and find a syringe filled with a white powdery substance. With haste, you bring it to Him. Realizing his veins have been destroyed, you inject it straight between the mounds of skin, right into His hole. You hear him moan some more and reinsert yourself.
Now the hole is contracting at a rapid pace, you need not even move your hips to feel great pleasure. The pressure increases more and more, until you cannot take His love anymore. Your (content removed) swells up, stretching Him, filling His rotting head with yours. You feel a monumental pressure and release yourself.
You blow your .wad inside Him, overflowing His head with gallons of white and sticky life. You pull His hair and begin to work Him with your hips again. Your seed pours out of his mouth, and a massive puddle begins to form beneath you. You slide his head up and down on the stake, giving him as much pleasure as you can. Finally, you exhaust yourself of your bodily fluid. You pull His head from the stake and kiss Him passionately before falling headfirst into the puddle.

Epilogue

You awake to find His head laying face-down in the giant white pool of life. You pick Him up and bring him back to the stake. You know what is about to happen. You have to help him. You slide him back on to spike, now covered with hordes of curious maggots.
You watch, waiting. Hours pass as you think of your experience with Him. Finally, it begins to happen. His hole dilates, a massive gape. You pull his mounds apart and squeeze His head as hard as you can. He begins to moan again, this time with great pain and struggle. You watch him push, harder and harder, until something emerges from his bloody cave.
You stretch his opening your thumbs, and a small creature works its way out. You carefully pluck it from the darkness, and set it on the puddle, allowing it to drink your milk. You realize what has happened. You have given birth to a god.
You look at your lover, His strength fully exhaused. He has expired. He has passed his legacy to you. You put the fetus in your pocket and take a nervous shit. You know now that the struggle is over.


The End