by Rowan Bree
Sybil presses her forehead to yours, muttering something in an unknown tongue. You can feel the pain ebbing from your body. You must be dying. It’s your punishment for disobeying the Order, for trying to escape. You would be sad about your dying, if it weren’t for the blessed relief from the blinding pain that comes with it. Your muscles relax. You feel you can speak again, though you do not. There is no reason to speak, to think. You are leaving this world for good.
“Is that better?” Sybil asks.
You open your eyes. You haven’t died. You are still in the dusty hallway. Sybil smiles.
“Don’t be afraid,” she says. “I reversed Vale’s spell.”
Why would she do that? It must be a trick.
“I should have tried harder to help you. I’m so sorry. But for now you need to go.”
She helps you stand. You feel fine, better even.
“Through here,” she pulls you down the hall to a door leading down a dark hallway.
You aren’t sure you can trust her. It is obvious she wants Vale to herself, and this might be a trap to get you killed or worse. You ask her why she is helping you.
She replies, “I don’t have time to explain now, but you’ve escaped Doria once and I’m not going to let them drag you back there. I don’t work for Vale. I’ve been trying to stop him. But now I need you to go before I’m found out. Get as far away from Tyven as you can. Don’t tell anyone who you are. The kingdom hasn’t fallen yet and there are still safe places.”
She pushes you into the hallway and closes the door after you. You hear her draw the bolt on the other side.
The passage is pitch black. You wish you had brought a torch. As you stare ahead into the darkness you think you can see something up ahead. The passage seems to be lit by a faint glow. It takes you a moment to realize the glow is coming from you, or your hands more specifically. In each palm there is a small ball of red flame. You don’t feel anything from the fire, not even warmth. You close one hand to extinguish the flame and keep the other going.
Whatever Vale did to you, it seems to have transferred some of his power to you. You wish you knew how to harness it, but for now you must be content letting it manifest itself at random.
You move quickly down the hallway trying to come up with a plan. Sybil said to escape, but where to? You assume the land to the east between Tyven and Doria would be the most dangerous. South of the capital is full of farmland owned by the king, meaning regular guard patrols and too many people with ties to Tyven. That leaves the north and west, each with their own challenges.
You hear a low growl up ahead. It sounds like a feral dog. You thrust your hand out to illuminate the passage and see a tall, lean hound baring its teeth. You stand motionless, watching as it transforms before your eyes into a tall, lean man then back down into a dog. The shapeshifter growls at you, its canine body lowering ready to attack.
Run!
Use your magic.
You would rather die than fall back into the Order’s clutches.
You feel fangs sink into the skin of your neck and a tingling feeling flow downwards through your body as the spider-goblin’s venom paralyzes you. You can’t move but you can still feel.
Your panties are ripped to shreds. The creature’s slimy appendage pushes against your opening, its flat head failing to penetrate and instead bumping against your clit. You moan weakly.
It thrusts again and again, still failing to squeeze inside of you. Your body grows hot, preparing to be bred. The creature seems to sense this change in you and pauses to properly line up for one last thrust. You can feel its large member pushing you open, your pussy actually inviting the infernal appendage inside you inch by inch. The creature chitters as it enjoys the feeling of your warmth.
You will your body to move, but the spider-goblin’s poison is far too strong. You can only lie there as the creature breeds you. You hope the necklace around your neck does what Vale says it does, that it will protect you against bearing the creature’s demonic offspring.
The creature’s cock pulses and you brace for the feeling of its cum pumping inside you. Instead, you feel more rhythmic pulses and then an odd heavy feeling like a weight has been placed inside you. Then another, and another. Eggs, you think with horror as the spider-goblin’s ovipositor slides out of you.
The next thing you feel is another appendage pushing its way between your legs. This one has a more bulbous, tapered tip that slides into you with little resistance. Your body quivers uncontrollably as you feel the orbs shift inside you to make room for the new violation. The creature thrusts hard and fast, and instinctively you know what is happening. It is going to fertilize the eggs it just filled you with. And there is nothing you can do.
You come as the creature fucks you, silent tears streaming down your face from the intensity. Everything below the waist feels warm, sticky, melted. The spider-goblin finishes and leaves you with its fertilized eggs sitting inside you. The paralyzing poison overwhelms your senses making your vision blur. You feel sleepy.
A figure appears in the doorway. A woman? She crouches over you, then slaps you hard across the cheek.
Sybil’s face comes into focus. She shouts at you to stay awake.
You’ve been caught. A tremor of pain rumbles through your body, growing until you are in agony again. You wish you could take it all back and be a good little kitten. Anything to stop the pain.
Sybil presses her forehead to yours, muttering something in an unknown tongue. The pain begins to ebb. You must be dying. This is your punishment for disobeying the Order, for trying to escape. You would be sad about your dying, if it weren’t for the blessed relief from the blinding pain that comes with it. Your muscles relax. You feel you can speak again, though you do not. There is no reason to speak, to think. You are leaving this world for good.
“Is that better?” Sybil asks.
You open your eyes. You haven’t died. You are still in the dusty hallway.
“Don’t be afraid,” Sybil says. “I reversed Vale’s spell and removed the spider’s poison. I wish I had found you sooner. I never would have let something like that happen to you.”
You flinch when she tries to help you up. Why would Sybil care about you?
She bows her head. “I’m so sorry. You must hate me. But I don’t work for Vale, I never did. I am a spy for those fighting the Order. I don’t blame you if you don’t believe me, but you’ve escaped Doria once and I’m not going to let them drag you back there.”
You let her help you stand, feeling the eggs shift inside of you. Sybil steadies you as a muscle spasm forces one of the eggs out. You feel a mini orgasm from the release and your legs wobble. Sybil tries her best to hold you steady. Your cheeks burn with shame.
Your body clenches again, and more eggs drop out. This time you can’t control yourself and the remaining eggs fall out of you one after the other, your body overwhelmed with pleasure. You stand there panting for a moment, not willing to look down at the creature’s un-hatched spawn.
Sybil moves you away from them. “It’s okay,” she tells you. “It’ll all be okay.”
She pulls you down the hall to a door leading down a dark hallway. “Through here,” she says. “Now go, before Vale realizes you’re free.”
You step into the hallway and Sybil closes the door after you. You hear her draw the bolt on the other side.
The passage is pitch black. You wish you had brought a torch. As you stare ahead into the darkness you think you can see something up ahead. The passage seems to be lit by a faint glow. It takes you a moment to realize the glow is coming from you, or your hands more specifically. In each palm there is a small ball of red flame. You don’t feel anything from the fire, not even warmth. You close one hand to extinguish the flame and keep the other going.
Whatever Vale did to you, it seems to have transferred some of his power to you. You wish you knew how to harness it, but for now you must be content letting it manifest
itself at random.
You move quickly down the hallway trying to come up with a plan. Sybil said to escape, but where to? You assume the land to the east between Tyven and Doria would be the most dangerous. South of the capital is full of farmland owned by the king, meaning regular guard patrols and too many people with ties to Tyven. That leaves the north and west, each with their own challenges.
You hear a low growl up ahead. It sounds like a feral dog. You thrust your hand out to illuminate the passage and see a tall, lean hound baring its teeth. You stand motionless, watching as it transforms before your eyes into a tall, lean man then back down into a dog. The shapeshifter growls at you, its canine body lowering ready to attack.
Run!
Use your magic.
You would rather die than fall back into the Order’s clutches.
You feel fangs sink into the skin of your neck and a tingling feeling flow downwards through your body as the spider-goblin’s venom paralyzes you. You can’t move but you can still feel.
Your panties are ripped to shreds. The creature’s slimy appendage pushes against your opening, its flat head failing to penetrate and instead bumping against your clit. You moan weakly.
It thrusts again and again, still failing to squeeze inside of you. Your body grows hot, preparing to be bred. The creature seems to sense this change in you and pauses to properly line up for one last thrust. You can feel its large member pushing you open, your pussy actually inviting the infernal appendage inside you inch by inch. The creature chitters as it enjoys the feeling of your warmth.
You will your body to move, but the spider-goblin’s poison is far too strong. You can only lie there as the creature breeds you. You hope the necklace around your neck does what Vale says it does, that it will protect you against bearing the creature’s demonic offspring.
The creature’s cock pulses and you brace for the feeling of its cum pumping inside you. Instead, you feel more rhythmic pulses and then an odd heavy feeling like a weight has been placed inside you. Then another, and another. Eggs, you think with horror as the spider-goblin’s ovipositor slides out of you.
The next thing you feel is another appendage pushing its way between your legs. This one has a more bulbous, tapered tip that slides into you with little resistance. Your body quivers uncontrollably as you feel the orbs shift inside you to make room for the new violation. The creature thrusts hard and fast, and instinctively you know what is happening. It is going to fertilize the eggs it just filled you with. And there is nothing you can do.
You come as the creature fucks you, silent tears streaming down your face from the intensity. Everything below the waist feels warm, sticky, melted. The spider-goblin finishes and leaves you with its fertilized eggs sitting inside you. The paralyzing poison overwhelms your senses making your vision blur. You feel sleepy.
A figure appears in the doorway. A woman? She crouches over you, then slaps you hard across the cheek.
Sybil’s face comes into focus. She shouts at you to stay awake.
You’ve been caught. A tremor of pain rumbles through your body, growing until you are in agony again. You wish you could take it all back and be a good little kitten. Anything to stop the pain.
Sybil presses her forehead to yours, muttering something in an unknown tongue. The pain begins to ebb. You must be dying. This is your punishment for disobeying the Order, for trying to escape. You would be sad about your dying, if it weren’t for the blessed relief from the blinding pain that comes with it. Your muscles relax. You feel you can speak again, though you do not. There is no reason to speak, to think. You are leaving this world for good.
“Is that better?” Sybil asks.
You open your eyes. You haven’t died. You are still in the dusty hallway.
“Don’t be afraid,” Sybil says. “I reversed Vale’s spell and removed the spider’s poison. I wish I had found you sooner. I never would have let something like that happen to you.”
You flinch when she tries to help you up. Why would Sybil care about you?
She bows her head. “I’m so sorry. You must hate me. But I don’t work for Vale, I never did. I am a spy for those fighting the Order. I don’t blame you if you don’t believe me, but you’ve escaped Doria once and I’m not going to let them drag you back there.”
You let her help you stand, feeling the eggs shift inside of you. Sybil steadies you as a muscle spasm forces one of the eggs out. You feel a mini orgasm from the release and your legs wobble. Sybil tries her best to hold you steady. Your cheeks burn with shame.
Your body clenches again, and more eggs drop out. This time you can’t control yourself and the remaining eggs fall out of you one after the other, your body overwhelmed with pleasure. You stand there panting for a moment, not willing to look down at the creature’s un-hatched spawn.
Sybil moves you away from them. “It’s okay,” she tells you. “It’ll all be okay.”
She pulls you down the hall to a door leading down a dark hallway. “Through here,” she says. “Now go, before Vale realizes you’re free.”
You step into the hallway and Sybil closes the door after you. You hear her draw the bolt on the other side.
The passage is pitch black. You wish you had brought a torch. As you stare ahead into the darkness you think you can see something up ahead. The passage seems to be lit by a faint glow. It takes you a moment to realize the glow is coming from you, or your hands more specifically. In each palm there is a small ball of red flame. You don’t feel anything from the fire, not even warmth. You close one hand to extinguish the flame and keep the other going.
Whatever Vale did to you, it seems to have transferred some of his power to you. You wish you knew how to harness it, but for now you must be content letting it manifest itself at random.
You move quickly down the hallway trying to come up with a plan. Sybil said to escape, but where to? You assume the land to the east between Tyven and Doria would be the most dangerous. South of the capital is full of farmland owned by the king, meaning regular guard patrols and too many people with ties to Tyven. That leaves the north and west, each with their own challenges.
You hear a low growl up ahead. It sounds like a feral dog. You thrust your hand out to illuminate the passage and see a tall, lean hound baring its teeth. You stand motionless, watching as it transforms before your eyes into a tall, lean man then back down into a dog. The shapeshifter growls at you, its canine body lowering ready to attack.
Run!
Use your magic.
While you’re waiting you ask Ash why everyone in the camp seems to avoid him.
He slams a trunk closed and you worry you’ve angered him. Then he answers, “I burned down a camp. I was young and drunk and the others were out righting a trader’s cart that had overturned. When they came back all that was left of the place was ash.”
He holds up a tunic and smells it, then tosses it aside. He grabs another.
“Until I can make a new memory to erase my old name, I’m defined by my mistake. I’m not allowed to watch the camp alone, or hunt, or mate—”
He glances at you and stops talking.
“Here,” he says handing you a bundle of clothes. “When you’re changed leave the dress. We can make use of the fine fabric. I’ll bring the rest of your supplies outside.”
Change.
Ask him how long it’s been since he’s mated.
You let him gather your supplies in peace.
When he’s done he hands you a bundle of clothes. “Leave the dress behind. We can make use of the fine fabric. I’ll bring the rest of your supplies outside.”
You change your clothes and meet Ash outside. He hands you a sack with the supplies he promised you. You thank him for his help.
He leads you out of camp and back to the fork in the road.
He points down each path. “Left passes through the giants’ fields and then on to Black Hollow. Their territory is marked so don’t stray off
the path. Right goes up to the peak. Some people have business up there, but most don’t.”
You ask him if he has seen any monsters like those in Tyven.
He shakes his head and goes on his way. You are left to choose which path to take.
Left to Black Hollow.
Right to the mountain peak.
You change your clothes and meet Ash outside. He hands you a sack with the supplies he promised you. You thank him for his help.
He leads you out of camp and back to the fork in the road.
He points down each path. “Left passes through the giants’ fields and then on to Black Hollow. Their territory is marked so don’t stray off the path. Right goes up to the peak. Some people have business up there, but most don’t.”
You ask him if he has seen any monsters like those in Tyven.
He shakes his head and goes on his way. You are left to choose which path to take.
Left to Black Hollow.
Right to the mountain peak.
You ask him how long it’s been since he’s mated.
He glances at you then back to his work. “I got my name when I was young.”
“So you’ve never mated?” you ask him.
He gathers up a bundle of clothes and thrusts them at you. You push them aside. You can see a small bulge in his tight trousers.
He pushes the clothes at you. “I can’t mate, not with you.”
“Rules?” you ask.
“Barbs,” he replies. “You’d get hurt.”
You take the clothes from him and toss them aside. “I can still make you feel good, even if we can’t mate.”