You fear, but the time for hesitation is done. You walk into the nearest tunnel. You enter a curving maze of stairways and walkways, sometimes crossing over vast chambers that seem too large to be contained within the temple you saw from the outside. You pass streams of red-robed, hooded women, their breasts bare and milk-heavy and their bellies gravid.
These women are always led by hulking, black-hooded eunuchs that carry huge spears. These eunuchs appear to be humans, grotesquely muscled, their flesh carved with bloody runes from the neck down to their toes. Their skulls are open and their pulsing brains stick through the ragged hoods and reveal malignant black growths.
You creep past walls that seem to crawl with disturbing symbols. In some chambers, vile reliefs depict torture and sexual depravity; mostly human men being mutilated and human women copulating with all manner of horrifying beasts.
You tense when you encounter monstrous guards; half-orcs with tentacles, bat-winged gertlings with human eyes, and creeping, boneless monstrosities that leave trails of slime behind them. None of these creatures attack you. Some glance in your direction and move on. Others pass you by without a second thought. The boneless things stop before you and wiggle their strange limbs. One of them speaks in a childlike voice, “Daughter of queen, the mother awaits. Be quick. Be quick. The Great One is ready.”
They repeat these words in a sing-songy chorus that sends chills up your spine. You recoil in horror and hurry past the creatures. They watch with red, watery eyes that bulge from boneless pouches on their sloughing faces.
The temple is a realm of horrors you have only imagined and you can sense that you have not even seen the worst this place has to offer. You catch hints of it in smells wafting from iron grates along one dank hallway. You hear snarling and moaning voices, but never see the source of either. The thought of willingly giving yourself to such a world as this. To being a part of it. You shudder, and thank Gallatha for giving you the choice.
You round a corner and encounter a huge, insect-like creature grasping a severed head still covered by a red hood. It chews meat from the torn hood and looks at you with impassive, yellow eyes as big as skillets. At the feet of this creature, a red-robed body lies horribly mutilated. You clap a hand across your mouth, nearly retching, and as you hurry past, you realize the poor woman seemingly burst from within. This is her own offspring devouring her remains. It turns to watch you depart, still chewing the head it grasps in its claws.
You stop well past the room, leaning against a wall. “Oh gods…oh gods…” you whisper, shuddering in horror. You remain so for some time. Then, at last, once you have recovered, you shake your head and wipe your tears.
And continue on.
You continue up a spiraling staircase that seems to invert and invert again, depositing you on a floor made from glass or crystal with a pool of red beneath its glassy surface. Dark shapes move within this red pool, revealing inhuman mouths and strange limbs that press against the glass as you walk across the floor.
A slender creature with the proportions of a man, but with translucent jellylike flesh and faintly luminous green eyes, slides out of an alcove and approaches you directly. You can see the blood pulsing in the veins and arteries of this creature. It sinews are like visible cords upon its human-like skeleton.
“I am Xasp,” it says in an unexpectedly relaxed and clear voice. “I am a servant of the queen.”
“Queen?” you say vaguely.
“Queen Helsdottir,” says the creature. “And you are the daughter Penelope. Come with me and I will bring you to her.”
You give the creature a cautious nod and it turns and walks towards a nearby archway. It moves so smoothly it seems to be floating on a surface of water. It glances at you over its slender, translucent shoulder and asks, “Are you coming?”
“Y-yeah,” you say, following behind Xasp and trying not to stare at the creature’s visible anatomy.
The jelly-skinned creature brings you into a vast, echoing chamber. The tiles that cover the floor were once an enormous mosaic depicting some perverse triumph of evil, but the center of the floor has collapsed. The tiles that line this gaping, black hole are twisted almost as if some strange vortex sucked the floor of the chamber down into the earth. Xasp navigates around this seemingly bottomless.
“Welcome to the inner sanctum of a living god.” Your mother’s voice reverberates loudly in the huge chamber and echoes within your mind.
“M-Mother?!” You gasp as your mother steps into the chamber and reveals that she has become something else; you mother has been transformed into a giantess.
Hilda stands shockingly nude, her silky white hair flowing about shoulders now nearly as wide as the span of your arms. Her pale skin has taken on a strange violet hue like the royal purples of the kings of Telllir. Your mother’s smile looks as if it could swallow you whole.
So much of her has changed. Her breasts have swollen immensely and her thick nipples leak milk that trickles down the curves of her engorged mounds. Her arms and legs are as muscular as you remember, but her abdomen, once toned, bears the signs of recent pregnancy. Her bare cunt is swollen and glistens in the strange light that filters down through the cracked ceiling far above. She has a tattoo above her mound, much like your own, but pulsing with light as if in tune to the beating of her heart.
“Yes, Penny. I am your mother and the mother of so many others.” Your mother’s golden eyes flash malevolently as she stands proudly beside the empty throne. “I am so glad you have finally come. We have been waiting so patiently my dear.
“Even though,” she adds, “you seem to have lost your mark of his favor.”
Her face takes on that mild look of disappointment you remember from your childhood so well. The look of a mother when her children have done something naughty. The sight sends a stab of sorrow into your heart. You hear Xasp hiss behind you in surprise.
“I did,” you say with as much courage as you can muster. “Mother! Please. We don’t have to do this. We can stop it! We can stop the Great One from arising. End all of this right now!”
Your mother throws back her head and laughs. The sound booms through the chamber, echoing in the black pit and from the walls. Her immense breasts heave, milk shaken loose splattering onto the floor.
“Daughter! End it? Sweet Penny, I began it!” Her eyes grow misty with memory, a sigh echoing from her lips. "He comes to me in dreams. It is what brought me here. And where I first consummated my love. Through my body he brought the first of many of his creatures into this world. Now they roam freely across this island and humans are made to kneel."
She strides closer to you, looming above you.
“As you must kneel now.” She folds her arms across her titanic breasts and gazes down at you. “Kneel!”
The word drives you to your hands and knees as it slams into your mind and your body. You gasp, trembling from the power she holds.
“My foolish daughter,” your mother says lovingly as she paces about your kneeling form. “You believed you could walk into this glorious temple and subvert the path of a god older than the abyss. All alone. Not even if you still had your little whore of the abyss could you do a thing.
“And what has changed my lovely daughter?” she asks, stopping before you. Her fingers glide down to her folds, running up her gaping cunt. “Have you suddenly forgotten how good it was to mate with the monsters of this isle? To rut with things which before you’ve only ever read in that little book of our family’s? You came here to bear the Great One into this world. You followed the same path I did, and did so willingly.”
Her words hammer into you like blows. You cringe, bowing your head with shame. You mother smiles down at you, lovingly now. She kneels before you, placing a finger beneath your chin and tilts up your head so you can look into her eyes, and finally see the madness within.
“Mother...” You manage to choke the words out despite the oppressive weight of your mother’s mind upon you.
“Oh Pen
ny, I know you are afraid. I was too. All are afraid of greatness at first. But you can fix everything my sweet daughter. You still have the chance to turn back from your foolish path. All you must do is pledge to be a bride of Zhibbareth.”
Your mind flashes to the women in red with their pregnant bellies being marched through the temple. Your thoughts flash again to the insect devouring its own human mother.
“No,” says your mother, apparently reading your thoughts. “The handmaids serve the sons of Zhibbareth. You would serve Zhibbareth himself, like me, my love. We will both become his brides.”
She leans over you, tears welling in her eyes. “We will be together for all eternity, Penny. Mother and daughter, in service forever to the true ruler of the world.”
Your mother reaches a huge hand down and gently strokes your cheek. Her sweet smile is disturbingly familiar, though you have not seen it since you moved away to Akrane.
“What will it be, my daughter?” Your mother rubs a thumb across your lips. Her huge, golden eyes gaze at you madly. “Will you ascend to your destiny and become a bride of the Great One?”
What do you do?
Refuse!
Accept!
Take the seed of a god
You strain to escape from the monstrous vessel of Zhibbareth. “No!” you scream as he parts your thighs, the heat of his cock a blaze against your plump lips. “No! Please! Nooo!”
You final scream lilts into a moan as he thrusts inside of you. His cock stuffs your channel, bucking you against the fore of the altar. You squirm to escape but the ropes hold you securely. Every thrust of the man’s shadowy cock awakens feelings you thought banished. Your pelvis feels stretched and your lower body aches.
“Oh…oh gods,” you moan.
“Give in Penelope,” your mother croons. “It will be so much easier.”
You sob brokenly, your will shattered beneath the weight of your failure. And the pleasure. Oh gods why must it feel so good? What were you thinking? Believing you had a prayer. You give a sobbing laugh of disgust at yourself as you begin to move against him. You can’t do otherwise. Your body reacts on its own, reawakening to the sensual joy of debauchery. You cum, channel clutching his shadowy cock, feeling the corruption, horrible yet wonderful. Moaning, your twist in your bindings, rutting against the vessel’s cock.
The singing of the handmaidens rings over the wet slap of flesh on flesh. Black armored warriors beat their spears against the floor in time to the thrusts. So many eyes upon you. So many seeing your humiliation and subservience. Your tears are hot but you jerk your hips more urgently against his. You cum again, screaming in the agony of ecstasy, a spectacle for the watching throng.
The vessel snarls. He increases his tempo and you feel your body change. The corruption of his cock seeps through you. Your breasts grow as do your hips, preparing your body for the eventual birth. Your mind recoils from such changes but your body welcomes. Too well it remembers the pleasures of your journey. Of its glorious corruption.
You cannot face it. Though your body willingly submits your mind cannot. When at last, the vessel pushes himself as deep as he can, his cock bumping against your womb, roaring as he cums, you scream, mind breaking beneath the pleasure as the essence of Zhibbareth fills you. You moan as the curse of fertility takes hold of you, your stomach swelling with the presence of the god you swore to stop.
Laughing madly, you heave against the vessel as he expends himself in you, milking every drop of his tainted seed. You whine, a low animal sound of disappointment as the muscular man falls from you, shriveled like a mummy, drained of Zhibbareth's might.
Your mother bends over you, cooing gently. Her creamy breasts fill your vision and milk from a fat nipple splashes on your face. You open your mouth, instinctively taking her teat between your lips and sucking greedily.
“Yesss,” your mother purrs. She holds your head to her as you feed, growing strong again from her tainted milk. “That’s it Penny. My daughter. You will still serve Zhibbareth my dear. You will serve His future.”
You cannot understand what she says, but you respond happily to the tone. As your hands are released you wrap your arms about your mother, burying your face in the softness of her cleavage as you suckle and kiss her soft flesh.
Your mother sighs contentedly. She sits on the altar and pulls you into her lap, softly rocking you and cooing as you feed from her. The triumphant roar of the monsters in the chamber barely register in your thoughts. There is nothing left in your mind but a desire for pleasure and a loving submission.
The breeding pit awaits.
CONTINUE >
Apologize on your knees to Alyssa
Staring at Alyssa’s gloriously monstrous purple cock dripping with precum, you know what you must do. You sink to your knees on the road before her and her evil smile spreads into a grin. You look up at her, pleading with your eyes, for what better way to beg forgiveness than upon your knees?
“Please, Alyssa,” you say. “Let me apologize to you on my knees.”
“Oh? You want to suck my demonic cock?” She steps closer, swinging her hard, purple cock and her fat, cum-heavy balls towards your face. “Is that it? You intend to worship it and pay my lovely cock its due?”
“Oh, yes, please,” you say, salivating at the thought of her sweet succubus precum. “I will make it up to you if you let me suck it.”
Alyssa takes hold of her cock at the root and squeezes. She rubs the cock against your lips and chin, back and forth, smearing her oily, perfumed precum all over your mouth. You stick out your tongue and taste it and it is as sweet as honey. You open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out completely as Alyssa smacks the underside of her heavy cock against it, each impact landing with a wet splat.
“Very well,” she purrs. “Worship me with your mouth. If you do a suitable job all will be forgiven.”
“Yes, of course,” you say, reaching up with one hand to cradle her huge bollocks and the other to grip and stroke her thick, throbbing cockshaft.
“Mmmmm, that’s it,” she says. “Stroke me while you give my cock kisses. Do not spare your tongue either.”
You work your hands on her huge, throbbing purple cock and lap at the fat bell of her cockhead, tracing the thick ridge to the underside of her demonic glans. Her oily, sweet precum coats your tongue and sends a thrill of lust through your body. You moan as you press a kiss to the veiny shaft of her cock. How could such a beautiful, feminine creature as Alyssa produce such an exaggeratedly manly cock? Purely to torment you, probably. But you are undeterred. You stroke her and lap at her sweet sap, stroking her against your tongue and your soft, pouting lips.
“Suck it now,” hisses Alyssa, combing the fingers of both hands into your hair. “The tip. Bathe it with your warm saliva… ohhhhhhh… yes, that is quite nice. Fondle my stones while you suckle at the fat head of my cock.”
“Mmmmmmphmmmhmmm,” you murmur, slurping wetly on Alyssa’s bulbous tip. You reach beneath her cock and gently squeeze and caress her cum-heavy balls. You are struck by an intense pang of desire, imagining her hot seed spurting into your mouth. The thought makes you slurp more eagerly.
"That's it," laughs Alyssa. "Take as much as you can. You feel all that cum in those bollocks, don't you?"
"Mmmmhmgmggmmm," you reply, stuffing her cock into your mouth and bobbing on it as you massage her fat sack. Drool wobbles from your chin and drops to your breasts. Your eyes water with gagging effort as you take her to the back of your throat with every bob of your mouth.
"Yes, I knew you were a cocksucking whore from the moment you walked into my brothel," laughs Alyssa. "A pity we didn't stay there. You would have made such a fine addition... oooh... yes, run your tongue under it. Hollow those cheeks. Good girl. You would have made a fine addition to my whores. This is Alyssa, I'd tell the men who visit. She will drain every... ohhhhh... every drop."
"Mmmmmmhhhmmm," you agree, looking up adoringly at her demonic beauty and sucking wantonly on her cock.
You have never felt more of a whore and you love it. Alyssa's balls are tightening up beneath her spit-slicked cock. You know you will soon be rewarded with her creamy, delicious demonic load.
"You want it," hisses Alyssa. "I can feel it. That craving for cum. Well, my lovely huntress, you are about to get it right in that pretty mouth. Right down your lovely throat. You are going to swallow it all and not miss a drop. That's the only way I will accept your apology."
You keep one hand on her balls, massaging them as they grow tighter and tighter, and stuff your other hand down your panties. You slip three fingers into your soaking pussy and roughly fuck yourself as you look up at Alyssa and slurp on her huge cock. It has turned a dark shade of purple and seems to throb with the beating of her demonic heart. So much precum has flowed into your mouth that her sweet taste coats your tongue and slicks your throat.
"Yes, fuck yourself," moans Alyssa. "Make yourself cum... ohhh... as I shoot right between your lips. Ohhhhh... here it comes, my lovely huntress! My hot, thick load right in your apologetic mouth!"
"MMMMMM!" You cry around her cock, gasping through your nostrils and inhaling her spicy demonic musk. You suck her urgently and fuck yourself towards the sudden brink of an orgasm. You jerk your hips and pump your fingers into your soaking pussy, your thumb beating against your clit as you bob and drool and loudly slurp on Alyssa's huge cock.
Your pleasure peaks in the exact moment you feel her balls twitch beneath your fingers. As you wail with muffled pleasure around Alyssa's huge cock, her shaft beginning to throb and the tip jerks and spews out a fat stream of hot, thick, buttery-sweet demon cum all over your tongue. You swallow instantly and are rewarded by the warmth of the spunk sliding down your throat and a pleasure that suffuses your entire body.
"Yessss," cries Alyssa, thrusting her spurting cock between your lips and pushing the tip against your throat. Spurt after spurt of her cream fires into your mouth and down your throat. You swallow it as you continue to fuck yourself with your fingers. You jerk your hips so hard you practically ride your hand, cumming with surprising force. The spasms radiating through your body are seemingly enhanced by each gulp of Alyssa's sweet cum you manage to swallow.
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