He’d managed to intercept the beacon the other sent — well at least Devrim did. They were one of the only few capable, if not the only one, of moving through space fast enough and had the appropriate skillset to provide the assistance the angel needed. Devrim shifted, blinding bright, molecules shifting as he changed from one face to another, one personality to another, and went to work and took to the skies.
Breaking through the atmosphere, Empyrean entered the weightlessness and vastness of space. He pushed himself to the limits of his speed, almost till he broke the speed of his namesake. As he neared, Empyrean coalesced into physical form, immediately sensing Thor’s distress much before he finally saw the other. The sight before him jolted him to a halt and he sucked in a non-existential breath at the implications on display. In a twist of fate, the angel became the damsel. Not that he faulted anyone for needing help, as he was wound to do at certain points in time, just that there had to a curious irony to the situation before him — one he would not wish upon anyone. Despite the perverse manipulations of the other’s body, the entity felt a primal stir deep within his own. There was something to be said of Thor’s costume that led to situations such as these, making way to easy for predators to claim their prize — but he respected and commended the man’s guts (in both meanings of the word) and the way he flaunted his exquisite body and assets.
Empyrean wasted no more time and burst into action, swooping into the fray. In a mirror of Thor’s earlier attempt, Empyrean let the energy build from within himself before releasing it in a burst of explosive light, emanating straight from his core. It burnt through whatever the rays touched, and that included whatever was left of Thor’s costume (or at least the parts that were exposed to the brilliant solar energy). As a being of Light himself, the angel was thankfully unharmed, at least by his own powers.
So focused on Thor was the Monster that it could not react fast enough, it burned and screeched (a sound that fell on unheard ears, the nothingness between the three parties blocking it all out) and flailed about itself before it began to reform. Empyrean took this time to approach the weakened superhero and cast a field of light around for both protection and the necessity of speech. “Shit — that was close. You good?”
The harder Thor struggled, the more the tendrils fought against him in its lechery—that with how he tried to veer back and pull himself off of the mass that now had his arms and legs and waist, they tugged back harder to where they were latched and further jolted the mighty angel into a shudder and a moan as gripping malice pinched at his nubs even firmer—as if a pull. No. Thor roared, realizing fully what was happening. But try as he might, the entity merely teased one as the burning light within his chest bloomed on—even more now that it was being coaxed. Suckled. Parasitic and perverse. Thor had to do something quick—though with how every slide and prod against his exposed body continued on to send these small sensations all over him, the fog in his mind was beginning to creep in. No. He could still hold—he has to. That with how he commanded his power, the angel hissed at the pinch once more before he focused his light to surge to his arm and burst forth in golden flames that obliterated the tentacle that held him there.
“Enough!” the bull roared on, but before he could act, a force came on like a harsh wind. Warm. Resonant. That with how pressure and vacuum collapsed onto them all at once, the tug at him and the consequent shrivel, Thor was quicker then—gritting his teeth as he ripped everything off of him; only to feel a sharpness prick at him and forced a soft hiss before finally succeeding albeit with a stumble as his no freed cock bobbed out into its freedom in its half-hard heft. And the fiend writhed from the impact, Thor just gritted on to regain his bearings, though the new warmth ticked a new cause of alarm from the mighty angel as he darted his sights towards his ally and nodded in gratitude, breasts heaving on as the new forcefield covered the both of them.
“—yes I am fine… you came just in time…” Thor grumbled on as he looked onto the mass that was beginning to regain its own countenance—and with it, he grumbled on, feeling a tingle at his plump nubs as the sting began to dull… and creep into warmth. Whatever it was managed to envenom him and with another swell of a breath, he could feel what malice it entailed. He was swelling. Filling. Thor glared at the entity as he protectively rubbed at its chest—that while compromised, he knew that he still had an edge now that Empyrean was here with him. “—it’s not over yet… we must find the seed of it,” he nodded on as the creature had once again formed itself in the mass of its tentacles --------- and with it, lashed its assault onto Empyrean’s shield with its shadowy appendages.
