All around the throne is filth, straw, bones, and naked human women. Some look almost normal and some have the hideous faces of the men from the Mouth Inn. Every single one of these women is gravid with pregnancy or has recently given birth. They crowd around the throne, some of them even clinging to the goat’s legs. They look up at the bestial giant adoringly and you understand their adoration: he is magnificent.
The goat’s head turns slightly and his alien eyes focus their gaze on you. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest. You struggle to keep from dropping to your knees like one of the goat’s many brides.
“Step forward.”
The words ring out in your mind with disorienting power. You were prepared for this. You resist the urge to lift your foot and take a step towards the blasphemous beast. He remains seated on his velvet throne, his cock drooping over the seat and past his knees.
“I know you, daughter of the huntress.” The words are spoken mellifluously in an empty, echoing chamber inside your mind. “Do you come before me to submit?”
You feel the sudden urge to drop to your knees. Your gaze flicks to his huge, glistening cock. Oh, to worship at such a fleshy altar! Your thighs tremble at the thought. Your jaw clenches tightly as you struggle to maintain control.
The voice asks again, “Do you come to worship me?”
How do you reply?
"Yes, I am here to worship you"
"No, I am here to defeat you"
Submit to being devoured
A mad thrill of realization strikes you. Your gun clatters to the floor and you shed your backpack. Your jacket and boots follow and then your belt and weapons clink to the floor of the cavern. The protean cocks her head to one side, apparently confused by your actions.
“I submit,” you laugh. “I submit to being devoured.”
“Oh? Oh, my, how strange!” The protean giggles and slides closer to you. “I have not even stung you yet with my venom and you are eager to be devoured. What a perverse girl you are, Penelope.”
“Yes!” You laugh, thinking back on how horny all those monsters made you in the books. You always wanted this, to end up vanquished by one of these horrible monsters. You’re not a huntress, not like Kara or your mother. You see that clearly now. You are just a warm meal for a cold-hearted fiend. You moan as you take down your panties and kick them aside. “Please, devour me!”
“Of course,” giggles the protean. “It would be my pleasure to prey upon such a lovely girl.”
You are embrace by the slime likeness of your mother, squishing into her gelatinous breasts as she presses her lips to yours. For a moment, you taste the sweetness of her slime tongue in your mouth. The cool surface of her jelly yields and you begin to sink into her breasts and body. Her mass gathers around you, cool at first wherever it touches, but quickly spreading warmth as the venom from her stinging cells permeates your flesh.
“So pure,” burbles the protean. “You already taste delicious.”
Unseen tendrils of her slime moving within her larger bulk begin to caress, squeeze, and explore your body. Her jiggling mass tightens around you and she begins to lift you up towards a vertical shaft in the ceiling of the tunnel. Your body grows warmer and warmer as you are carried into the tunnel and into the mountain. As you move through the slime, you have the distinct feeling of being swallowed by the gullet of some vast creature.
“You wonder what is happening to you?” The protean giggles in her childlike voice. “It will take many days to digest you. During that time you will be in encapsulated inside me in a dream of pleasure. I will take good care of you.”
“Mmmmmmmm!” You cry, smothered with her slime.
You are afraid but also excited. As the warmth of the slime settles into your flesh, waves of pleasure begin to accompany the twisting and swirling motion of the protean’s internal currents. The river of slime carries you into a chamber where the light and the slime itself takes on a distinct reddish hue. You are immersed within the protean, somehow no longer needing to breathe as the warmth of the living liquid fills your lungs.
Your naked body floats in the red-lit chamber, slowly drifting and spinning through the unseen currents of the protean’s slime. You know that you should be afraid, that you are slowly being digested by the protean, but the pleasure makes it impossible to worry. Your body is warm all over and inner tendrils of slime tease, caress, and even invade your body.
“It’s alright, Penelope,” murmurs the slime with a sympathetic tone. “You can cum. There is no shame in it.”
So you do. Again and again your body is wracked with orgasms. Despite her sweetly condescending words, you are ashamed of enjoying your demise, but you cannot escape the sensations. Even her mockery excites you and makes you writhe with ecstasy.
“Soon you will be one with me forever and ever,” she gurgles. “You are already too far gone to be released.”
You cum again, toes curling, your body beginning to feel mushy like you have been in a hot bath for days. Your mouth opens wide in a gurgle of pleasure and you feel the slime moving inside you, burrowing deep into your ass and clutching cunt.
“So delicious,” she giggles.
You feel a final sexual thrill knowing that you have offered yourself up as nothing more than nourishment for a monster. As the last of you dissolves into darkness, you have a smile on your face, glad you could provide a meal for the powerful protean queen.
BAD END
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The loathsome cave
You creep cautiously deeper into the cave. The floor and walls glisten in the guttering candlelight as if some huge snail has crept down this tunnel. Here and there, you pick out patches of translucent green slime that seems to flinch from the light. The deeper you go into the cave, the darker it becomes and the more of the green slime you see clinging to the walls and even to the ceiling.
A particularly large bulge of glistening slime clings to a nearby wall. You approach it very carefully and hold out your hand in the candlelight. As your fingers get near, the green slime shudders and reaches out questing feelers like a translucent mirror image of your touch. You pull back before your fingers actually make contact with the slime.
This is a protean, or at least the residue of a protean. The fleshless, ravenous slime creatures can take many forms, from red or green slimes, to so-called puddings, to the mud-like slopdwellers cataloged in the family codex by your great, great, great grandfather. These smaller globs of slime you have encountered so far react merely on instinct. However, proteans with an ample food source have no limit on their size. The larger they grow the more intelligent and dangerous they become.
You step back from the wall and continue your way deeper into the tunnel, wary of any ambush from the darkness. The tunnel widens into a chamber that swallows your candlelight. Even your shuffling footsteps echo in the hollow cavern. It could be a dozen paces wide or as big as the great temple in Akrane.
Something crunches underfoot. You look down and see a fragile piece of bone. Another step and you feel another bone crackle under your boot. A few more steps onto the tiny bone fragments and you realize you are walking on a carpeting of them. The bones are strangely smooth and the pieces are too small for you to guess the type of animal.
A glistening mass looms out of the darkness. It is a human-sized boulder of slime attached to the wall and seeming to reach up to the ceiling in pulsing tendrils. Within the mass is a human shape and as you step closer the grisly detail is revealed. A man is trapped within the slime, his body being digested by the unwholesome protean enzymes. Through the quivering, translucent skin of the gelatinous mass, you can see the skinless face, graying muscle tissue revealed, lidless eyes wide and staring blankly. His entire body is dissolving slowly in the slime and leaving a discolored cloud like an aura surrounding the gruesome corpse.
You cry out and cover your mouth in horror. Your stomach flips with terror and you hurry past the dead man being digested in the protea
n. Before he passes from sight, you sense motion, and have the unnerving feeling that the man is still somehow alive as he slowly disintegrates within the protean.
Your fear has become terror and it propels you at greater speeds through the foul-smelling cave. You want to leave, desperately, hurrying down another tunnel and away from the crunching bones. You feel pursued. You feel as if the protean might emerge from every dark recess and envelop you like it swallowed up that poor man.
Close to panic, you fail to notice the floor dropping away into a steep downward ramp until you fall and go tumbling head over heels. Your candle rolls out of your grasp and is snuffed out. Your sword clangs against the stone and you thump your head hard enough to make you dizzy. You come to rest in absolute darkness. It is cold and you have a sense of a vast space surrounding you. You fumble in your pack for another candle. You try desperately to spark it on the slimy floor.
You hear moaning and gasping and a soft, childlike song. A voice like a little girl sings, “Everything and ever one, come for food or come for fun.”
“Who’s there?” You cry.
Before you can light the candle, green light blossoms in a dozen places all around you. Some biological phosphorescence glows from within the gelatinous body of the vast protean. It lines the walls of the chamber in which you are standing and men and women are trapped in its body like insects in amber. These people are not completely submerged and they are not being digested, at least not that you can see. Instead, the women are bloated with pregnancy, their breasts releasing cloudy milk into tendrils of slime, while the men are pale, wild-eyed, and to be having their erect penises milked by the endless body of the protean.
A humanoid figure rises from the slime on the floor nearby. It takes on the vague but voluptuous shape of a human woman, only it is translucent and made from jelly. It mimics the motions of a person walking as it approaches you slowly, but its feet never actually leave the slime on the floor.
“Welcome,” it says sweetly without moving its lips at all. You take a step back. It takes another sliding step towards you. “There is nothing to fear.”
It slides closer and you can see your terrified face reflected in its glistening blankness. Your family’s codex certainly recalls the largest proteans showing some signs of higher intelligence, using single words or animal calls as lures for their prey, but you’ve never read of a protean that could converse.
The humanoid slime cocks her head to one side. It speaks in the same feminine, childlike voice, “You are huntress. I know you. You are clever.”
“What?” Now you are truly terrified. It knows you are a huntress? How could it possibly?
The slime continues, “Huntresses are very clever, but dangerous. They know ways to hurt. Potions and magic.”
“Yes, that’s right,” you say, drawing yourself up and trying to look confident. “I know how to hurt a protean, so stay back. I have alkali bottles and I know a hundred spells.”
“You are already inside me,” giggles the protean. “I am ancient. I am the mountain. All of it. You can hurt me, but you cannot kill me.”
The figure made from slime takes another step closer. As it does, its features begin to resolve into something more specifically human. The breasts change in shape and stiff nipples rise from her gelatinous flesh. The suggestion of hair becomes textured in waves that fall down over shoulders and curl against her ample breasts. Her hips widen and her face becomes increasingly familiar. It is your mother’s face, albeit translucent and green.
“You are of the same flesh. I know you.” The slime version of your mother leans her face closer to yours. “You are daughter. You are Penelope. Give me your secrets like Hilda Helsdottir.”
A cold chill races down your back and raises gooseflesh on your arms. Did this thing devour your mother? Did she end up like that poor man on the wall or like one of these women being bred and milked in this chamber?
You clench your teeth so they are not chattering with fear and you demand, “How do you know my mother?”
“We talked. She knew the peril. She gave me her secrets. I gave her some of my power. This is how I know you. Penelope. Kara. Daughters.” She reaches out her hand and strokes gelatinous fingers over your forearm. You jerk out of her grasp, but not before you feel a pleasurable tingling in your skin. “Do not fear me, Penelope. I will let you pass through. All you must do is taste a little bit of me, so I might taste your thoughts and know your secrets. My essence will stay with you and strengthen you. Then you go and leave me.”
The slime version of your mother holds her hand out, palm up, and a small berry-shaped morsel of slime forms in her hand. It is a milky green color and much more opaque than the rest of her.
“Taste me,” she says, offering up the morsel.
You look from the extruded berry and at all the men and women trapped in her gelatinous extrusions.
“If I refuse to taste you?” You ask.
“Some for fun,” she sings, “Some for food.”
She slides away from you, her carpet of glistening slime on the floor parting to form a clear path to a rock outcropping. She places the morsel on the rock and slides even farther away. A path clears all the way to an exit from the chamber.
You look at the moaning men and women trapped in the protean’s slimy body. If this is the deal your mother took, does that mean she chose to leave all these women and men behind? What about them? The protean seems to sense you doubting your choice. She slithers over to one of the men hanging half-submerged in a gelatinous green pod. The extrusion opens and the man slips out onto the floor. His cock is red and looks painfully erect. A tendril of slime is still buried in his anus.
“Do not worry about them, Penelope. Where would they go? They like it with me.” She burbles happily and her green, gelatinous hand engulfs the man’s cock. He moans pitifully as her slime ripples around his shaft and after only a few seconds you see his cock visibly twitch as his cum spurts out and clouds her hand. She kisses him and slowly engulfs him once more. He offers no resistance. A new body of slime resembling your mother forms beside you, rising up from the floor until she is standing only a few feet away.
“They belong to me now, Penelope,” she says. “And you will not have them. Now, be a good girl like your mother and do as I say… or I will not be so friendly.”
What do you do?
Give her your secrets
Refuse to cooperate with the monster
Beg her to pull out
Your body craves the protean’s cum deep inside your pussy, but you know there may be permanent consequences of giving in to such urges. With a jolt of fear, you come to your senses and realize you must get the protean to stop before the curse of the island takes hold. She is leaning over you, her huge, jade breasts swinging almost in your face and her massive cock pounding in and out of your stretched cunt.
“Pull out,” you gasp, your eyes wide with fear. “Please! You must pull out!”
“I must?” The protean burbles with disappointment. She slows her strokes, but does not pull her huge cock out of your sex. “Your little passage is so warm and tight. Your womb is hot for my seed. Please, huntress. Let me give you what you need. You will be so happy with me.”
“No!” You cry, shaking your head from side to side. You strain your arms, trying to pull them free of the slime girls holding you up. It is a hopeless effort. The protean above you strokes a little faster, working her cock deep and threatening to trigger yet another orgasm.
“I know you want this,” she purrs sweetly. “A single pump of my seed will be enough for you. One drop to turn you into my forever plaything. You will be so happy. You will know so much pleasure.”
“N-never!” You gasp, fighting back terror. You look into her blank eyes. “Pull it out! I want… I want to feel it all over me!”
“Ah, a bath in my cum?” She giggles. “I understand.”
She slams you hard and fast, your head bouncing like a ragdoll and your tits slapping up and down
as your whole body is rocked by the force of her thrusts. Her cock slurps lewdly in and out of your stretched pussy, a steady drool of warm precum oozing out of your quim and down the cradled crack of your ass. The two slime girls continue to tweak your nipples, rub at your clit, and suck at your neck and shoulders with gelatinous kisses.
Your eyes are wide with fear that the protean has decided to fill you with her cum, yet you cannot stop the seismic pleasure shuddering through your body. Your orgasm seizes tightly against the slippery piston of the protean’s cock. Your pussy ripples around her massive, thrusting shaft. You wail with ecstasy and one of the slime girls feeds a gelatinous nipple into your mouth. With her soft slime tit in your face, you surrender to the pleasure, sucking at her gooey nipple and tasting her sweet slime.
“Aahhhhhhhh!” The protean cries. Her voice rises and falls almost as if she is singing and the slime girls holding you up join her song.
The massive cock leaves your pussy with a sudden slurp and thumps against your abdomen, reaching all the way to your breasts. The slime girl smothering you in her mounds pulls away so you can see the cock atop your body. It twitches and jerks and a creamy green stream of protean spunk hoses your breasts, chin, neck, face, and gasping mouth. Sweet cum pours down your throat and drips from your body. The slime girls wail with musical delight as the jade protean version of your mother empties her seemingly bottomless reservoir of spunk. The warm, gooey monster milk drips from your body.
You lift your spunk covered head, weakly wiping your nose and mouth with your hand. The strange, sweet smell of the protean’s inhuman spunk. You gasp for breath, a bubble blowing from one of your nostrils.
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