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Hello everyone! Today I am proud to present to you the next installment in my "Fate of the Titanides" art series, this time featuring Nyx, the Titanide Goddess of Darkness and Night!  As usual, my guy Backstep has provided us with the backstory behind Nyx's ticklish predicament, which you can find posted below.  Make sure to show him some love and give him a watch as well as check out his patreon page at patreon.com/Backstep. Stay tuned for more artwork coming in the near future!

    The Earth was a speck of light inside of a speck of light inside of a speck of light among a broad swath of gleaming jewels of various shapes, sizes and colors, shimmering within the infinite black. Following the demise of her elder sister Chronoa, Nyx had fled as far as she could from the concerns of her sisters, the Olympians, and the humans that bowed before them seeking favor during their pitifully short lives. After an icy fear strangled her at what had been transpiring following the beginning of reality, she had set out into the cosmos, determined to spend the rest of time watching the ebb and flow of reality from a distance that would have collapsed the timid mind of any mortal. Darting around the infinite canvas of reality which was speckled with countless wonders and horrors, Nyx felt at home in the alien coldness. After several eons, having left the lush warmth and madness of the Earth far behind, she felt safe and secure in her solitude.

    Exploring the stellar nurseries where infant stars were born had fascinated Nyx, as they were warm tendrils stretching into the cold of a near-nothing, part of the cycle of birth and death on a grand scale. They came in all kinds, just like their progeny, and so Nyx thought nothing of it when she visited a truly gargantuan and dense emerald-colored one on the far side of creation, despite being several times larger than any she had encountered. Had she simply admired it from afar and moved on, she would have continued to wander happily through the universe until the end of all things, but unfortunately, she had the temerity to reach out and stroke its outer contour.

    Nyx’s hand was engulfed, caught in a dense substance, and she found with increasing dread that she couldn’t remove it. The power surging through had a familiar twang and she gasped in recognition as a massive head snaked out from the cloud above with a tremor that shook her from the inside out. Panicked, she realized that it wasn’t a stellar nursery, but an amorphous monster formed and given life from the combined power of the Titanides’ epic battle at the beginning of creation.

    Nyx fought to escape, pulling with all her strength as the creature enveloped the remainder of her arm, drawing her in. Flailing, she sought to gain control of the thing to no avail as it spread across her trembling body. Above, the massive head opened it’s maw and let out a wail of triumph, it’s blood-colored eye watching from inside at its prey. Nyx screamed as it pulled her all the way inside of it, wrapping her in its dense haze, leaving only her head and feet exposed.

Tendrils emerged from the beast made of long chains of organic material that it had formed over the millennia, half alive and wiggling in its warm embrace. With great, slow strokes, they wormed between Nyx’s wriggling toes and followed every single crinkle along the bottom of her feet. Each tongue felt along the contours of any available bit of skin, each probe expelling little shimmering streaks of fluid to make sure that Nyx’s bare soles shined with a slippery lubricant, making them all the more sensitive to their gentle strokes. They individually fed on the energy she radiated from their squirming tickles, and instinctively searched for the most sensitive loops and whirls from her soft grey heels on up along her writhing arches and under her flexing toes.

Nyx howled in helpless laughter, her long raven hair whipping back and forth in a frenzy as she struggled. Tears leaked from her dark eyes as she wailed, her body bucking uselessly underneath the impenetrable haze with each scream, her mouth forever open in a rictus of hysteria while her face glowed in exertion. She pleaded breathlessly through her torture for release, but the thing holding her responded in the only way it knew, which was to laugh in a chorus with her.

The echoes of their combined laughter, hers in torment and the thing’s in a barely conscious amusement, reverberated throughout all of time and space as a faint glow, guiding the eyes and ears throughout the universe to gaze back towards its creation.

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Hello everyone! Today I am proud to present to you the next installment in my "Fate of the Titanides" art series, this time featuring Nyx, the Titanide Goddess of Darkness and Night!  As usual, my guy Backstep has provided us with the backstory behind Nyx's ticklish predicament, which you can find posted below.  Make sure to show him some love and give him a watch as well as check out his patreon page at patreon.com/Backstep. Stay tuned for more artwork coming in the near future!

    The Earth was a speck of light inside of a speck of light inside of a speck of light among a broad swath of gleaming jewels of various shapes, sizes and colors, shimmering within the infinite black. Following the demise of her elder sister Chronoa, Nyx had fled as far as she could from the concerns of her sisters, the Olympians, and the humans that bowed before them seeking favor during their pitifully short lives. After an icy fear strangled her at what had been transpiring following the beginning of reality, she had set out into the cosmos, determined to spend the rest of time watching the ebb and flow of reality from a distance that would have collapsed the timid mind of any mortal. Darting around the infinite canvas of reality which was speckled with countless wonders and horrors, Nyx felt at home in the alien coldness. After several eons, having left the lush warmth and madness of the Earth far behind, she felt safe and secure in her solitude.

    Exploring the stellar nurseries where infant stars were born had fascinated Nyx, as they were warm tendrils stretching into the cold of a near-nothing, part of the cycle of birth and death on a grand scale. They came in all kinds, just like their progeny, and so Nyx thought nothing of it when she visited a truly gargantuan and dense emerald-colored one on the far side of creation, despite being several times larger than any she had encountered. Had she simply admired it from afar and moved on, she would have continued to wander happily through the universe until the end of all things, but unfortunately, she had the temerity to reach out and stroke its outer contour.

    Nyx’s hand was engulfed, caught in a dense substance, and she found with increasing dread that she couldn’t remove it. The power surging through had a familiar twang and she gasped in recognition as a massive head snaked out from the cloud above with a tremor that shook her from the inside out. Panicked, she realized that it wasn’t a stellar nursery, but an amorphous monster formed and given life from the combined power of the Titanides’ epic battle at the beginning of creation.

    Nyx fought to escape, pulling with all her strength as the creature enveloped the remainder of her arm, drawing her in. Flailing, she sought to gain control of the thing to no avail as it spread across her trembling body. Above, the massive head opened it’s maw and let out a wail of triumph, it’s blood-colored eye watching from inside at its prey. Nyx screamed as it pulled her all the way inside of it, wrapping her in its dense haze, leaving only her head and feet exposed.

Tendrils emerged from the beast made of long chains of organic material that it had formed over the millennia, half alive and wiggling in its warm embrace. With great, slow strokes, they wormed between Nyx’s wriggling toes and followed every single crinkle along the bottom of her feet. Each tongue felt along the contours of any available bit of skin, each probe expelling little shimmering streaks of fluid to make sure that Nyx’s bare soles shined with a slippery lubricant, making them all the more sensitive to their gentle strokes. They individually fed on the energy she radiated from their squirming tickles, and instinctively searched for the most sensitive loops and whirls from her soft grey heels on up along her writhing arches and under her flexing toes.

Nyx howled in helpless laughter, her long raven hair whipping back and forth in a frenzy as she struggled. Tears leaked from her dark eyes as she wailed, her body bucking uselessly underneath the impenetrable haze with each scream, her mouth forever open in a rictus of hysteria while her face glowed in exertion. She pleaded breathlessly through her torture for release, but the thing holding her responded in the only way it knew, which was to laugh in a chorus with her.

The echoes of their combined laughter, hers in torment and the thing’s in a barely conscious amusement, reverberated throughout all of time and space as a faint glow, guiding the eyes and ears throughout the universe to gaze back towards its creation.