DOOMED ALL THE MORE by Gaden Kerensky

Feature Writer: GadenKerensky

Feature Title: DOOMED ALL THE MORE

Published: 07.07.2024

Story Codes: Demonic

Synopsis: The monsters grow ever stranger for the wayward souls.

Doomed All The More

Pavel had many choice words for whatever deity saw fit to dump him in such a terrible, barren land. He could at least remember insults, so he’d curse any such deity for robbing him of the rest of his memory too.

And his clothes. Being naked in such a stark place was hardly ideal… though the chill he felt wasn’t that unfamiliar to him. He could recall, with vague notions, many bitter winters that hadn’t killed him yet.

Or maybe the last one had? Maybe he was dead and this was the afterlife.

A rather poor showing, he mused. The rocky expanses, scattered dead trees, far off glimpses of a river of fire, and a looming mountain range with a summit wreathed in a maelstrom of clouds that flashed with orange lightning proved to be a much more inhospitable wasteland than what few memories he could recall of his old home.

There was certainly a lot less snow.

He grumbled, and looked about his immediate environment; a rocky, cracked place with escarpments and overhangs lifting out of the ground from fissures that formed long ago. It ran along the stony bank of a dirty river, the stale, earthy smell he could detect from where he was.

He wondered if it was even safe to drink, having spied it from where he was. And where it led.

Maybe he could’ve drowned himself and spared himself a crueller fate, but he found himself suppressing such thoughts.

He mumbled, and decided to get moving, feeling the cool breeze just barely tickle his pale, hairy skin.

He climbed over a boulder and checked for a path to the river, and saw an easy enough route among the disturbed but stable ground. If nothing else, he could’ve just climbed over everything he saw, owing to his somewhat muscular frame; he was no strong man, but he was clearly a man of much physical labour in his life. His pale brown hair was short and messy, and he had wild fuzz across his chops, but nothing quite like a real beard.

His bright blue eyes scanned the approach, checking for threats and hazards, never doubting for a moment that this world wasn’t completely devoid of life. A gut feeling told him as much.

He didn’t see anything, so he dropped down the other side of the rock, picking his bare feet over some rough stones before he was on that relatively smooth path.

He meandered along, until he was creeping over the rocky bank of the river. And once on it, he tried to look into its murky depths, grimacing; the earthy smell was strange and the water was not clean. So he couldn’t be sure if it was safe to drink. It could’ve made him sick, even fatally so, and that wouldn’t have been a pleasant death.

But nor was drowning himself either. Though, starvation and dehydration wasn’t that appealing an end either.

He frowned, considering his options, wondering if there was anything he could’ve done, when he heard a sound.

He whipped around, listening to the crunch of stones, and soon, a low plodding noise of something ambling its way among the rocks, approaching the river.

His heart began to race, his gut feelings proven right. He looked around for some cover, but the only thing that was close was a low stone by the bank, the steps of the unknown being too close to rush back to the rocky protrusions.

He rushed over to the stone, and laid flat on his belly, just barely peaking over the stone to observe the new threat. It wasn’t comfortable, the rocks beneath him poking into his belly and chest, but he ignored the discomfort. Especially that of his flaccid cock draped across the sharp edge of one such stone.

The steps were getting closer. He saw a rock tumble away as if pushed aside… and then he saw it, his eyes widening.

It was the chubbiest, fattest thing he’d ever seen, a rotund gut swinging tautly with each step the creature made with its short, stout legs. It was over twice his height, perhaps half his height on top of that.

And it was almost twice his height in width alone, broad hips melding into rather voluptuous thighs, stubby as they were given its legs.

It was then he realised that the creature was female, or seemed so on the face of it, two massive, sagging breasts gently bouncing and swaying with each step it made. Despite how much gravity acted on them, they still seemed quite well rounded, with deep cleavage proving to be the deepest crevice on its body… as he noted that its form was oddly smooth, its rolls of fat not that pronounced; they protruded a little with voluptuous pudge, but there was few, if any, deep creases in the creature’s skin.

The thing’s skin itself was also quite smooth, delicate even, the pale beige seemingly reflecting the muted orange light that filtered through the blanket of clouds far above.

His gaze drifted to its arms, similarly pudgy like its body, though not quite as stout and stubby as its legs. However, its arms ended in large, oversized claws even compared to the rest of its body, the darker bony carapace etched with faintly glowing lines between the plates, the red-orange light pulsing slowly.

Its hands sported three digits and a thumb, and Pavel thought the bulk of its hands would’ve made any effort to grab and hold something rather clunky and cumbersome. It was then he noticed a glowing hole in the middle of each palm, a bony ring protruding from the edge of each orifice.

He couldn’t understand what its purpose was. The thought of having holes in his hands made his skin crawl, but he kept quiet.

Finally, his gaze crept upwards to its bizarre head; it had almost no neck to speak of, and though it had chubby cheeks, its eyes seemed sunken and gaunt. There was an oddness to the shape as well, not quite human… but it was clearly feminine, succulent lips constantly pursing with each breath it took, stubby tusks poking up from its lower jaw. Its nose was just a little flat, and its beady, yellow eyes scanned the environment, slit pupils narrowing suspiciously at every possible threat.

Despite this, he couldn’t help but see a bizarre… beauty, in the creature. Inhuman, without question, but its feminine features, and its tubby physique without the more disgusting attributes typical of something so fat, gave it an oddly voluptuous allure. Perhaps because its frame seemed built for such a form, and not straining beneath mass it was never meant to bear.

Even that inhuman face had a softness to it, and shapes that made it somewhat easier on the eyes.

He couldn’t quite believe he thought the she-creature attractive in a bizarre way, but that didn’t make him any more keen to approach it.

He didn’t trust it wasn’t dangerous. So he kept watch, observing as it stepped into the river, wading to its hips. It did not seem perturbed by the murky liquid, especially not once it started splashing water onto its own body to wipe itself down. Bathing? It seemed odd it would even consider it, but it was dutifully washing every nook and cranny on its body, reaching between and under its voluminous breasts, making them jiggle with surprising perkiness and pliancy, Pavel unable to help himself stealing glances.

It growled to itself, a low but soft noise as it suddenly flopped backwards, sending a splash into the air. It wriggled its body around, and he realised it was washing its back as best it could, stubby legs flailing in the water.

After a bit, it struggled back onto its feet, seeming almost annoyed, but it managed in an ungraceful way.

He kept watching, fixed on this display… until he felt something crawling along his foot.

He looked down startled, and yelped when he saw a red-purple tendril as thick as his calf slithering from the water, trying to wrap around his ankle.

He yanked his leg away just before it could get a grip, and it lashed at him, refusing to let its quarry escape when so close.

He eyed the water with fright… and then froze as he heard a challenging bellow erupt from the rotund she-beast only a few dozen feet downstream.

It saw him, and pointed a thick, bony claw at him, as if to demand him to halt.

He refused, and ran for his life, stumbling over the rocks as he rushed for the rocky ridges and rises away from the bank.

It roared angrily, some mild frustration in its guttural vocalisations. He paid no heed, simply trying to escape… until a bright, burning ball of goop sailed past his head, with just enough distance it didn’t burn him from proximity, but he yelped in pain from a few wayward drops that constantly flicked off the spinning projectile splash on his skin, stinging him.

The glob impacted the face of a rock with a violent explosive splash, vapour and gas expanding in every direction. The glowing liquid quickly lost its shine as it evaporated… leaving behind scorched, sizzling rock.

He whipped around, just in time to see it raise its other palm, the other lowering with green-yellow drops trickling from the opening on its palm, sizzling on the ground. The glow within the hole on its raised hand brightened, and then it yanked its arm back as if from recoil, shooting forth another high-velocity blob of burning bile that sailed wide to his other side, but not so wide he didn’t feel its heat, exploding all the same on a nearby rock face, the force enough to shatter the exposed edge of the protruding rock.

His eyes fixed on this display of destructive potential, and then back upon the chubby creature plodding towards him with surprising speed; its legs were short for its frame, but it was still much bigger than him.

It drew near, raising its hands threateningly, firing off shots whenever he attempted to break left or right, until he was backed up against another nearby rock.

Soon, it was looming over him, its beady eyes glaring with contempt, its face set with an annoyed sneer; he had no doubts about its intelligence, it seemed… displeased with him having made it exert itself.

He was shivering in fear, cowering beneath its gaze. It felt pathetic, but there was truly nothing he could do in the face of this voluptuous powerhouse. It didn’t hit him with its shots because it didn’t want to. It corralled him against this rock, and now it was examining him, as if working out what to do.

Then, its lips suddenly twisted into a devious smirk, an inhumanly long tongue snaking out to draw from one corner of its mouth to the other in a hungry gesture.

Before Pavel could even try and plead with the creature, not knowing if it could even understand him, the creature suddenly grabbed him by the midsection, its bony claws just managing to get a good hold on him.

It hefted him up with ease, Pavel able to feel the heat and a strange tingle on its skin from the hole in its palm, thankful that the residue he felt didn’t seem to be burning or stinging him.

Then, it did something unexpected… and forced his body in between its massive breasts, sliding him deep into its cleavage until most of his torso was enveloped, his legs sliding against its belly, positioned such that his face was directly in line with its own.

It reached around with one hand to take a firm hold of his toned rear, whilst shifting the hand that held him up to clamp around his head, making sure he couldn’t look away from its piercing gaze.

Feeling its breasts squeezing around him with deceptive pliancy felt rather tantalising, the creature’s bust applying a pleasant pressure. He squirmed, but that only made him rub his body against those sweetly enveloping breasts… and grind his flaccid cock against the monster’s surprisingly soft fat, which felt quite pillowy and comfortable on the surface, but firmer and springier just beneath.

It was enough to get a treacherous reaction out of his member, which twitched and stirred, though it wasn’t enough to get him fully erect, Pavel still too terrified for that.

Its eyes roamed across his face, and it saw how frightened he was… it seemed pleased by this, licking its lips again. It was unsettling how human its expressions were, how simultaneously monstrous and feminine it looked. It made it easier to tell what it was thinking.

In the next moment, however, he was surprised again, when it pulled his lips forcefully upon its own, which began to mesh, smack, and suckle on his, an oddly sweet flavour gracing his tongue as it forced its long tongue into his mouth, quickly filling up the cavity with its rolling curls, looping back on itself to flood his mouth with its thick, tangy muscle, bulging out his cheeks as the tongue roiled about behind his teeth, utterly overwhelming his own.

He groaned and whimpered, his cries muffled by the domineering kiss. The chitinous claw to his rump squeezed possessively, the points of its digits prodding uncomfortably into his rear.

But that didn’t stop his member stirring in response to the excessively salacious kiss. How else was he supposed to respond to such a lecherous attack, though the growth of his erection was stifled momentarily when its tongue unbunched itself in order to slip down his throat.

He gagged in response, his throat shuddering in reflex, more than worried the creature was going to choke him with that thick, slimy muscle, or cause him to vomit… but no such concerns presented themselves, seemingly out of luck, and very careful probing on the she-monster’s part.

Its stubby tusks poked into his cheeks from its kiss, twisting its lips slowly and firmly upon his own, bulging out his throat with its tongue all the while.

He felt simultaneously tense and limp under such an assault, struggling to breathe, but utterly disarmed by the slippery appendage reaching so deep, swirling around his gullet to taste him deeply.

Then, just as suddenly as the kiss began, the monster pulled back with a sharp growl, tongue trailing out of his mouth, sliding over his lips and retreating back behind its own. He gasped and clawed for breath, inhaling deeply and then coughing; it was a kiss like no other.

But with it over, he found his strength returning, and he started to desperately squirm in a bid for freedom, fearing another such devilish kiss, or more painful acts.

That just made him rub against its enormous breasts, which proved dangerously uncomfortable; not because it was genuinely unpleasant, but because it was so luxurious, and that unsettled him, feeling he could be lost between those voluptuous globes.

But the creature growled in frustration and contempt, frowning in displeasure at his apparent lack of submission. It decided to put a stop to that, suddenly grabbing his head in its great, clawed hand.

In the next moment, he felt himself pulled from its cleavage, freed from that treacherous prison of mellow flesh and soft skin, only to have his mouth forced upon one of its erect nipples, the large, firm nub prodding to his lips, and proving to be more than enough to part his jaws, if only because of his surprise. The nipple filled his mouth, the large teat rather easy to latch onto, if he chose.

But he was struggling to pull away, squirming against the creature, feet brushing against one of its stubby legs from how low the nipple sat, his rump cradled by its other hand.

He had no idea what it was doing, he couldn’t see anything, his face squashed against the soft, malleable cap of its breast, his vision dark as a result.

Then, he felt his head pushed more firmly against its breast… and felt liquid gently spray from its enormous teat.

It sprayed across his tongue, and immediately, the strange, zesty, but delicious milk earned a reaction. He tried to pull back in surprise, but the clawed hand kept him firmly locked to the creature’s nipple, forcing him to gulp down the substance.

It was after the first few unwitting gulps that he began to feel… strange. The smell filled his sinuses, the odd, sweet and spicy aroma causing his head to spin as the fumes brought with them other attributes. A warmth began to spread throughout his body, along with a tingle that reached from his loins to his head, a strange haze falling over his mind that made the edges of his vision swirl and blur.

He began to feel hot, and needy, his sense of reason slowly evaporating and the feeling of the creature’s great, firm nipple between his jaws growing all the more desirable.

His cock gained a newfound vigour, beginning to bob and growing more erect with each twitch. The more he gulped, the more the feeling overwhelmed his senses, overwhelmed his mind. He couldn’t help moan, cock leaking precum against the creature’s gut, and before long, instinctual desire took over, and he latched onto the teat between his lips, suckling it deep and tugging on it hungrily.

The creature growled softly, pleasantly, and loosened its grip on his head, Pavel loosely clinging to its mound with his hands, weakly kneading the malleable flesh to coax more of that strange but wickedly delectable milk from its reserves.

The flow increased, and he was soon having to gulp it down constantly to avoid it spilling or going down the wrong way, though invariably a whitish liquid trickled down his chin.

The creature’s growls were like a purr now, rumbling throughout its pudgy, rotund form, right through its belly, where he felt its gut thrum against his manhood. He bucked his hips weakly against its yielding stomach, the skin soft enough it gently pressed around his girth like a luxurious furrow.

He was suddenly pulled from its teat, only to be forced upon the other, but Pavel did not resist this time, swirling his tongue around the nub hungrily, flicking it as best he could as he drank from it.

In time, when his own gut began to grow heavy, it pulled him off its teat, much to his dismay, wanting more of its delicious nectar.

But it had its own plans, lifting him up in one of its oversized hands, and with the other, poking his erection. It licked its lips in satisfaction, his hips thrusting involuntarily at the touch.

In the next moment, it laid him against its bust, moving its hands such that its arms squeezed its great mounds together, whilst lacing its fingers together over his rump, forcing his cock between the now luxuriously compressed flesh, manhood sandwiched between warm, malleable softness that cushioned his body. It no longer needed to restrain him, his mind was too far gone in lustful intoxication to think of escape.

All it needed, was a firm tug with its fingers against his cheeks, and he started to thrust on his own, moaning loudly as his shaft was caressed by the soft skin and enveloping flesh of its squeezed bust.

He quickly picked up speed, and before long, both of its breasts were rippling from the impacts of his hips upon them, the rhythmic slapping filling his ears.

He lubricated himself from the incessant precum that leaked from his tip, lathering up his cock from his constant motions, making it much easier to go faster.

He thrust away recklessly, the creature letting out guttural noises akin to triumphant laughter, seemingly pleased with its victory over him.

He didn’t care about any bruised ego, all he wanted was to fuck the glorious tits beneath him, feeling how they rippled against his body, legs limp beneath him, flopping from his thrusts.

In time, however, the pleasure was more than he could resist, his endurance shattered by the narcotic milk he’d ingested… and he was soon moaning harshly, thrusting hard into the cleavage he was nestled on, barely able to reach what counted as deep for the creature as he sprayed his load between its mounds.

It tugged on his rump just a little bit more, shortening up his orgasmic bucks, before he went limp atop its chest, panting.

It murmured softly, sliding one hand up his body to caress him with a perverse affection, claws brushing over his head as if to praise him for a job well done.

He whined at the touch; he didn’t feel done, he was still hard, he just needed rest.

The she-creature laughed, and then promptly yanked him off its chest, holding him up before its face.

It smirked boorishly, though still quite seductively.

Before Pavel quite comprehended it, he was being flipped upside down, his world growing dark as he was sunk into the depths of the monster’s cleavage, feeling its warmth and luxurious flesh embrace him merrily, happy to claim him whilst his hips remained before the creature’s face, legs flopping backwards, cock throbbing before its mouth, leaking fresh precum.

He groaned and murmured, arms pressing back against the globes that surrounded his head, but their weight was irresistible, Pavel thankful only that they weren’t crushing him.

He was lost in the disorienting world of breast flesh, when a lick to his tip brought back some sanity. He whined, and twitched in the monster’s grasp, but he was locked firmly in place between the grip on one of his thighs and hips, and the pressure exerted by its breasts. It licked several more times, starting to swirl its tongue around his glans, tasting his residue… before that muscle began to coil like a snake around a branch, wrapping up his cock in burning, slippery flesh that crawled and tugged and stroked in a bizarre, tantalising way.

It kept going, ensnaring and tying up his balls, the tip of its tongue polishing his orbs with relentless hunger.

For several long moments, it flexed, undulated, pumped, spiralled, and writhed in chaotic motions, lengths of its coiled muscle deliberately grinding beneath his corona and around his glans where he was most sensitive.

It was intolerable enough, though his moans barely escaped the prison of its cleavage.

Things were only set to become more maddening, when he felt his cock suddenly swallowed all the way to the base, the monster suckling harshly and trapping his cock in a tunnel of coiled tongue.

For a few minutes, it began to bob its head back and forth, lips rippling over the crawling, twisting tongue that moved with its own mind, tip still polishing his balls.

He could feel himself getting closer to eruption, the pleasure not blunted even as blood rushed to his head.

But it had yet another escalation in store for him, pulling its lips back to his root and suckling tightly, gulping down against his cock even though his tip only just nestled into its clenching throat… before swallowing his balls in deep as well, the relentless suckling too much to bear.

It still wasn’t done tormenting him, however… as its tongue continued to slither past its lips, and began to circle at his pucker.

This seemed to bring some clarity to Pavel’s mind, whose strangled exclamation accompanied a sudden twisting, feeling that tongue probing at his rear hole… which proved surprisingly sensitive, especially in his intoxicated state.

It teased and twisted against his sphincter, tracing the outer ring and prodding at the hole experimentally… and then rather unceremoniously forced its way into his ass.

He cried out in surprise, but the tongue’s strength and malleability allowed it to push deep with ease, twisting and spiralling up inside his ass to spread his walls, making him groan in strain.

But it didn’t feel painful or unpleasant… quite the opposite, an odd, alien stimulation filling him, especially since his cock was still firmly trapped and relentlessly suckled between its lips, and its extended tongue brushed wildly against his perineum, leaving nothing untouched.

Its tongue probed deeper… and promptly touched something that sent a strange pang of ecstasy through him, a powerful throb coursing through its cock.

He felt it grin around his junk, and assault this spot mercilessly.

He yowled in boyish pleasure, the precum leaking from his tip thick and constant now, gulped down by the monstrous woman like it was a delicious appetiser.

He squirmed and struggled in her grip, whining and bucking his hips in a decidedly ignoble way, but he couldn’t help himself.

His next orgasm was coming quickly… and it washed over him with overwhelming ecstasy, his moans coursing through the tit flesh around him, his body spasming violently as he released his load down the female being’s mouth.

She gulped it down hungrily, mercilessly, greedily, tongue milking his cock and attacking that spot in his ass with ceaseless thrusting. Whatever she was stimulating, it brewed quite the load for her, which she consumed effortlessly, Pavel barely registering the uncomfortable poking of her tusks.

On and on his ejaculation went, feeling like she was going to drink him to a husk, before she ripped him from her lips, tongue recoiling with force as a guttural gasp left her lips once the last dregs of his orgasm dribbled into her mouth, his cock still throbbing and twitching.

After several moments, he was slowly extricated from the inescapably plush jail of its cleavage, allowing him to finally breathe clear air, stale as it was.

He groaned quietly, still feeling aftershocks coursing through his system, his body drained and limp. But his cock hadn’t softened just yet… and it seemed there was one final act the creature had in mind.

He was oriented correctly, taking pressure off his head and clearing his mind just a little.

Just in time for him to be slid down beneath its curvy gut, and between its stout thighs as it took an even wider stance, reaching around awkwardly with its oversized hands.

But she got him where she wanted… as his cock brushed against a set of fat labia, a large, puffy vulva twitching with need and leaking burning arousal onto his shaft.

He glimpsed this swollen mound, and gulped with sudden terror, but no hope of escape as it gripped him around his rump and his upper back tightly.

It seemed bent over uncomfortably, its physique not suitable for the posture it was taking… but that seemed to be less important than sating its burning lust.

She crudely rocked his body back and forth, to rub his erection to her fat vulva, and it rocked her hips to add to the teasing, though compared to the pleasures it inflicted on him with its mouth, and how good it felt to thrust into its cleavage in a thoughtless rut, Pavel wasn’t feeling too stimulated.

That all changed when he felt his length slide inside… and find itself crushed in steely flesh that did not want him to escape.

The exterior of her pussy was fat and pudgy, and he could feel how it squished against his crotch, the one point of firmness being its rigid clit poking into his gut just above his crotch. But her depths squeezed with deceptive muscular control, and her walls flexed in waves to massage his dick harshly.

He moaned loudly, desperately, the hard stimulation making his post-orgasmic sensitivity all the more apparent. But his cries of stimulation were silenced when he was forced against its belly, soft and pliant.

There, it began to rock its hips, and tug on his own with its hands.

The motions were, overall, awkward, but the feeling of his shaft sliding in and out of that uncompromisingly tight and sloppy pussy was wicked pleasure that pushed all other concerns aside.

And if nothing else, it wasn’t so awkward for him, feeling like he was melting against the plush softness of its fatty belly, sinking into the supple flesh, but resisted by an underlying layer of steely muscle that provided a springy base to make for the perfect ‘bed’ to be pressed against.

More and more, he realised its chubby physique belied the powerful muscles that rippled beneath its pudgy exterior, a sign that this creature’s form was like this naturally.

It might’ve explained why, despite its appearance, it was still quite feminine and alluring, in a very strange, inhuman way.

Of course, his thoughts were still hazy from the nectar it made him drink, an utterly intoxicating brew that allowed it to hump him for all his worth with no resistance.

It couldn’t slide him in at different angles, to force him against its walls, but it didn’t need to, content with crushing his abused cock between its flexing walls, the folds scouring his dick and stroking his length with waves of muscle contractions.

She was growling in pure lust, hot breaths loosed into the air, not that he could feel them squashed up against its belly. What he could feel was her shivering, the small twitches that slowly grew inside her, a great, monstrous climax drawing nearer.

Would he even provide a load sufficient for something so large, especially after being drained twice? Then again, he was driving it to ecstasy, even if it was her that was moving his hips. Maybe the size of his discharge was of little importance.

It certainly felt unimportant, sparks going off in his mind as his own orgasm approached, moaning pitiably into her gut, the monstrous woman’s claw to his rump starting to move his hips in such a way as to fluidly roll them in and out of her pussy, mixing with the more exaggerated rocks of her hips, her whole body shifting now.

She started moving him faster too, and it made the contractions of her walls stroking his length all the more irresistible, feeling the flesh tugging against his corona, scraping over that ridge of sensitive flesh, and grinding into his glans, hungry for his seed.

Juices constantly trickled from her slot, soaking his balls in warm arousal, the sloppy noise reaching even his ears.

What he didn’t expect, in his milk-addled mind, was for her to reach climax first, roaring harshly in sheer delight and pulling his hips roughly against her crotch, burying his cock as deep as it could go.

But he wasn’t to last much longer himself; the feeling of her violently spasming and clamping walls, the chaotic and random contractions still pumping deeper into her depths, and the general twitching all around him, thrumming through even her gut into his face, was all that was needed to drive him over the edge.

He loosed a muffled moan into her gut, shuddering weakly and submissively in her grasp, bucking his hips with each spurt that erupted from his cock, balls throbbing and bouncing with each shot.

It was almost painful how stimulating it was, feeling the maddened shuddering and spasming of her muscles around his girth, eking every drop from him.

Finally, she seemed to calm, relenting and loosening up, just a little, panting coarsely.

Pavel himself was huffing right into her gut, now starting to feel the aftermath of her orgasm, his crotch entirely soaked in her juices, the smell carnal and heady as it wafted up from the veritable puddle upon the ground.

They lingered in the afterglow for a while, before the creature pulled him from her slit, making him groan from the walls squeezing his shaft as if wringing out any last dregs from his tip.

She lifted him up, and grinned at him, licking her chops triumphantly.

Pavel was too exhausted and too inebriated still to respond with more than a groan, hanging limp in her claws.

Just then, he heard a strange, guttural and bizarre barking, a hoarse voice speaking words in a tongue utterly foreign and unnatural to him.

The creature turned with him held high, and he was able to lazily spot another of her kind. He figured this one was male, its throaty sounds more masculine compared to hers.

Of course, he could not tell much else about it other than maybe having an only slightly less pudgy physique, for it was clad in dark grey armour fashioned from rough iron plates, pocked with damage and wear. Its face was obscured by a helmet that left only its mouth visible, the grill-like visor obscuring much else.

It had several metal barrels strapped to its back, with pipes wrapped in a black, waxy-looking material attached to the barrels, feeding into a metallic orifice embedded in its oversized gauntlet-like claws, something his current partner seemed to lack. It did not look like it was pleasant.

With one hand, it held up loose bits of armour, and barked at her to put them on with its other hand, sounding grumpy.

It saw Pavel, but seemed unsurprised. Only annoyed, perhaps because the female monster spent time fucking Pavel instead of doing some other duty. He couldn’t be sure, he could barely think right now.

The female monster shouted back, as if telling off the other monster, but began ambling its way over as the male monster grumbled and dumped the armour, plodding off to a destination unknown.

The female monster grumbled too, but otherwise seemed content, slinging Pavel over her shoulder, positioning him belly down and head forward, a more comfortable position than some others.

She growled softly and glanced at him deviously, petting the side of his head like he was a prize all for her.

He simply groaned, and lost focus as the monster gathered her armour, and plodded after the other, taking him somewhere he was not privy to, soon falling asleep from a combination of exhaustion, and perhaps a side effect of the milk he was forced to drink.

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Lin was desperately searching for an escape across the rocky ground; before she could even contemplate where she had ended up, her lack of memories and clothes, she had been beset by something only moments after waking up.

She didn’t get a good look at it, only that it seemed surprised to find her. But surprise quickly turned to pursuit, the large, hulking being loosing a roar, and bounding after her, its bulk belying its true agility.

All she had was her smaller frame, able to fit through boulders and crags it couldn’t easily slip through, the base of the enormous mountain treacherous terrain even for the monster.

But Lin was not exactly slim like a stick; slender, yes, but her hips were wide, and she had a generously endowed bust that made it more difficult to run, swinging with each hard step. It was a little painful, but there was little she could do to counter it. If they only jiggled like her curvy rump, she would’ve much preferred that.

It was then that a fragment of a memory returned to her, a vague notion about her figure, and how it made her both desired and resented from different parties, though she could not recall more than that, save for being one of the few around with such a build… wherever she lived.

Why would this memory surface now? It would not help her outrun the beast that was chasing her down.

She brushed strands of her straight dark hair out of her eyes so she could see, sweat beading down the pale, slightly caramel skin of her brow.

If her bangs would just stay behind her ears, it would be convenient, but the lengths of hair reached her lower jaw and seemed to want to brush against it, getting in her way in the process.

She could hear the creature landing on the rocks with loud, cracking thumps behind her, growling as it sought to chase her down.

She looked ahead, and saw a narrow path cutting through the rocks, rising up towards a ledge looming over a great drop.

It was treacherous, but she thought she could fit. And most importantly, she didn’t think the monster could. That’d let her get away.

She steeled herself, and picked her way along uneven ground, ignoring the spikes of pain in her feet from stones and sharp edges of rocks digging into her soles.

She heard scrabbling behind her, the monster sliding over a boulder and trying to close the gap before Lin reached the path.

She was just fast enough, feeling a claw just barely graze against her shoulder as she slipped into the narrow ditch, though it was still enough to make her stumble and wince in pain.

She made her way through the furrow, until it opened up onto the ledge, wide enough for her to walk along, but not by much.

Vertigo came quickly as she glanced over the edge, gagging from nausea at the sight of terrible crags far below.

It would be a swift death to be dashed upon them if her footing was poor.

She gulped and calmed herself, and made her way quickly across the ledge, rounding a corner and coming upon the sight of a clifftop, the space widening out.

The path continued further on, disappearing into cracks in the root of the mountain. Maybe she could find some place to hide.

Sound behind her urged her to pick up the pace, and she did so, rushing forward as much as she dared on the precarious spot, making her way to the cliff until the path began to widen out.

She felt some hope fill her, and so she moved yet faster.

This proved to be her undoing; the rock beneath her was dusty and her traction failed. She slipped and stumbled, entering into an uncontrolled dash straight for the cliff’s edge.

She screamed, feeling gravity take hold as she tipped over… only to be suddenly yanked back by a strong, grey, clawed hand grasping one side of her torso just below her shoulder.

She was pulled from the void screaming, saved from one terrible fate… only to find herself in another, a second hand grasping her by the neck and lifting her off the ground.

Lin gagged, hands immediately grasping at the thick fingers that wrapped around her throat, trying to pry them off to no avail.

After some desperate clawing, she realised the monster wasn’t squeezing all that tightly… just enough to make sure she wasn’t squirming free any time soon.

It was what allowed Lin to actually gaze upon the creature more closely… and gasp in surprise at what she saw, her struggles ceasing, for the moment.

It was a tall, broad-shouldered thing seven or perhaps eight feet tall, bulging with muscles all around, its thighs particularly thick. Its ashen skin was pale beneath the muted orange light of the world, contrasting with the beady orange-yellow eyes that stared back at her, the top of its head looking quite thick and bony, giving it a bald appearance.

Its teeth were bared, showing their sharpness, made for rending flesh from bone.

Its nose was a shallow bump with two thin slits, widening and narrowing as it scented Lin, maybe taking in her fear. Its ears weren’t much different, small irregular holes in the side of its skull.

But as monstrous as those qualities were, Lin couldn’t believe just how womanly it was; its face was thick but gaunt, but in such a way to give it an inhuman, feminine countenance that even she found oddly beautiful.

Its overall physique, despite its musculature, was also feminine, slender in the right parts, and not so excessively muscled that it overwhelmed the softer parts, like its rump, and its bust in particular, each globe larger than Lin’s head by an easy margin. Strong, broad, but perfectly sculpted.

Its lips were thin but supple, and the only reason its teeth were bared was from the devious, victorious grin it wore, pleased with its catch.

Lin didn’t know what it wanted with her, starting to squirm some more now that she had her eyeful.

Before she could make conjecture, or even beg, it suddenly pulled her close to it, letting go of her neck, and turning her around until her back was to its taut frame, her head squashed between its firm breasts, just malleable enough to be a pleasant squeeze, Lin’s peripheral vision obscured.

It held her in place with one hand wrapped around her torso, keeping her pinned against its body… the hand reaching up to grasp at Lin’s breasts, fondling them with possessive confidence.

She yelped, not expecting this sudden molestation… but things only got more insane, as its free hand drifted down between Lin’s legs.

There, it pressed two fingers together, and promptly curled them against her vulva, spreading her labia, carefully avoiding her small bush.

It did it again, and again, and drifted its fingertips to start making slow circular motions against her clit, the monster’s intentions now obvious, and Lin’s gasps growing more shrill and startled.

“Wh-What are you doing!?” she demanded, but the creature only rumbled in response… like a chuckle.

Its rubbing gained speed, fingers moving in rapid circles against her clit, relentlessly grinding the nub beneath firm fingertips.

Lin cried out and tried to pry the strong arm that held her across her midsection off her body, but there was no contest of strength to be had; Lin was powerless in the face of this creature as it quickly brought a red, hot flush to her face.

She whined, moaned, and with dismay, felt her nethers quivering, wetness starting to coat the monster’s fingers as her arousal grew.

The monster laughed again, low and guttural, its vocalisations quiet and calm, a stark contrast to the merciless rubbing Lin was being subjected to. But things were only to get more extreme, when she suddenly felt those two broad fingers reposition… and plunge into her pussy.

She screamed, feeling those digits repeatedly and vigorously piston in and out of her depths, angled such the claws did not painfully or unpleasantly catch her walls.

The monster’s fingers were moving so fast, Lin could hear the sloppy noise easily, the intervals between each wet sound so short, they were barely noticeable, a constant slippery patter that was sending Lin mad.

She thrashed and cried out, her legs flailing wildly, but there was nothing to do but try and keep her from losing her mind as an orgasm was quickly and rapidly built within her.

The creature kept groping her breasts, squeezing possessively, rolling a fingertip across one of her nipples, occasionally flicking it to add to the stimulation, though Lin could barely pick it out from the intensifying sensation of those two broad fingers curling just that little bit more and hitting her most sensitive spot.

It also pressed its palm against her clit, rubbing the base of its hand back and forth against her most sensitive bud.

It was too much. Lin screamed in ecstasy, and writhed uncontrollably, a violent spasm coursing up her body as orgasm took her.

She spattered her ecstasy all over the beast’s fingers and across the ground, walls clenching erratically around the invading digits.

And the creature laughed in triumph, its victory over Lin quick and one-sided.

It was keen to rub it in, refusing to stop fingering her once the poor woman was pushed over the edge, forced to endure a prolonged and maddeningly intense climax, her most sensitive spot repeatedly pushed until Lin began to beg incoherently.

“St-top, p-please! Stop! E-Enough, I can’t, I can’t, too much!”

Her eyes were wide, her body spasming every which way, but she remained tightly held to the creature’s body, Lin’s head inadvertently rubbing the monster’s heavy breasts with the constant thrashing of her head.

After what felt like an unending torment, Lin was finally given some respite, as the hulking creature ripped its fingers from her pussy, her hips giving a few final twitches, vulva shuddering and sputtering one last time, before Lin slackened in the monster’s embrace.

She breathed heavily, feeling exhausted already just from that merciless digital violation alone.

The creature rumbled in satisfaction, bringing its soaked fingers to its mouth. Lin barely glimpsed the creature unfurling a long tongue and entwining the muscle around its fingers to taste Lin’s arousal, slipping its digits between its lips to suck her flavour clean from them.

Lin was given enough time to normalise her breathing, but barely. Soon enough, the creature was ready to continue its torment, Lin suddenly finding herself being extricated from its embrace, and turned around to face it.

Only, she was lifted up past its face, one hand to her back, the other gripping her waist firmly, draping her legs over its shoulders.

Now its head was between her thighs, Lin looking down at the pale creature with fear in her heart; just what other insanity-inducing plans did it have?

It licked its lips with a hungry grin at the slick vulva before its eyes, and in true fashion, it wasted little time in having a taste, curling its tongue from the bottom tip of her slit, to the very top, flicking off her sensitive clit and making her yelp and wince.

Lin was about to protest, but her words were cut off by the second such lick, and it was soon impossible to find any opportunity to speak at all, as the feminine behemoth started lapping away with little pause.

It gurgled strangely, but it seemed pleased. Lin could only whine and struggle, pushing against its bald head, prying at the hand that grasped her hips, but it was a useless effort. Especially now her body tingled with arousal, having tasted the wild pleasure of this forceful creature. It made it harder to consolidate strength.

The tongue rolled up and down her gash now, the creature pressing firmly to the soft flesh between Lin’s folds, rubbing against her entrance and luxuriously crushing her clitoris every time a curl of tongue rolled over the nub.

But it was beginning to pick up speed, and before long, Lin was screaming from the tongue lashing her nethers now received, the euphoric stimulation more than she could bear after the first mind-numbing orgasm.

And again, the monster proved it always had an escalation, suddenly clasping its mouth around Lin’s mound, suckling hard and mercilessly.

And plunging its long, thick tongue into her pussy.

If it wasn’t for the creature’s grip, Lin would’ve toppled over, a harsh gasp ripped from her lips, eyes wide with shock… before she yowled lowly in pleasure, doubling over the head of the hulking female presently churning up her innards.

Lin clung to its head for support, shivering and whining as that tongue stirred up her canal, tugging against her folds and tracing her contours, easily pressing the button within that sent spikes of stimulation up her spine.

The tongue reached deep, and it curled and twisted wildly, stretching her passage and twisting at her cervix threateningly, though it fortunately never tried to push into it.

Of course, it had free reign over the rest of her pussy, and it was quickly driving Lin to yet another explosive, mind-melting orgasm.

She couldn’t focus on any one stimulation, the layers breaking down her willpower gradually and forcefully; the monster’s lips were still tugging and suckling on Lin’s vulva, drinking down her fluids, and compressing her clitoris with the creature’s upper jaw.

The twisting coils and spirals of tongue easily stretched out her insides, tasting her at every level, and pressing against her sensitive point repeatedly.

And the tip of its tongue lashed at her walls and whatever spot of increased sensitivity it could find… some Lin never knew about, again recalling vague memories at the most ridiculous of times.

Of course, even if she did know of them, the sheer merciless aggression of the flexible muscle churning up her pussy was more than enough to trump any self-pleasure she ever enacted upon herself, Lin screaming in agonising bliss, her whole body alight with stimulation.

In time, there was absolutely nothing keeping her from climax, and she shrieked with ecstasy, spasming and shuddering from her very core, to her extremities, bucking her hips into the monster’s face, which had begun shaking back and forth to truly devour her pussy.

She flooded its mouth with her lust, and it gulped the fluids down greedily, once again refusing to relent and near driving Lin insane as a result, stimulation keeping her climax going at its strongest for some time, and continuing even after the peak had passed.

She howled and began to beg some more. And this time, the creature seemed to relent, pulling its mouth away from Lin’s vulva with the same kind of aggressive flourish as when it removed its fingers from her, a guttural breath like a gasp leaving its mouth, tongue trailing tantalisingly out of Lin’s pussy, flicking across its lips and then back into its mouth. It growled, and smirked.

Lin paid little heed to this, trying to get her head back in place; that orgasm had been more intense than the first, having never felt anything like that impossibly dexterous tongue.

Before she could fully compose herself, she was suddenly wrenched downwards, an arm wrapping around her back and pulling her body between the creature’s breasts, whilst the other arm slid up between its own cleavage, pressing to Lin’s spine, hand wrapping its thick digits around her skull from behind.

She was face to face with the devious creature, gulping at the smirking visage. It licked its lips slowly, hungrily, but Lin knew it didn’t hunger for her flesh… not in a gruesome way at least.

Its golden eyes bore into hers, and Lin suddenly felt even weaker than before, a sense of utter inferiority filling her; in this world, only the strong endured. But the weak, like her, they had a much more debauched purpose than simply perishing.

She got a sense the creature believed it owned her in some fashion… and there was little Lin could do to refute that.

And to emphasise this dynamic, the creature forced Lin’s lips to its own, the monstrous female twisting its head to better mesh its larger mouth to Lin’s, tongue plunging into Lin’s mouth without delay.

She could taste the tangy flavour of her climax on its lips and tongue still, the obscenity not lost on her. It was deliberate, Lin was sure of it. It wanted her to taste herself, and to taste its own flavour.

She couldn’t resist the kiss, the hand to the back of her head holding her into the lip lock, at the mercy of the beast, who sought to utterly dominate Lin even during a kiss, tongue briefly filling her mouth, before worming into her throat.

It did not delay or hesitate, and Lin gagged as a result, choking on the muscle that swirled around her reflexively twitching gullet.

But as uncomfortable as the sensation was, it was also bizarrely erotic, the wicked muscle gliding with ease within Lin’s throat. And above all, she didn’t feel her bile rising from her stomach, forcing her to endure this deep, choking kiss in all its debauched intensity.

She gurgled and whined, going slack in the monster’s embrace… after a time, she stopped choking and gagging so much, the tongue able to glide about her gullet with only minimal reflexive twitching, further disarming the hapless human.

Just when she thought she was going to succumb to some other bizarre sensation, Lin was shown some brief mercy, the kiss ending with another aggressive flourish. She gasped for breath, panting and taking in the dry air, though it wasn’t enough to dehydrate her mouth and throat, filled with the beast’s saliva.

She huffed, and eyed it weakly, wondering just what else it had planned.

Sure enough, its grin widened to wicked levels.

But what it did next caught Lin by surprise; it suddenly toppled backwards, landing on the stone with a loud thud, but it showed no signs of discomfort. It didn’t stop Lin getting nauseous from the sudden pendulous swinging, but she wasn’t laid on its front.

Instead, with one hand still grasping her hips, it let go of her head and promptly grasped her wrists, binding her arms together.

The creature rocked Lin backwards, still holding onto her waist, pulling on her wrists to put Lin in a bent position. It lifted one of its legs, and slightly twisted its hips.

There, it slotted Lin’s legs around the beast’s raised limb, and suddenly pulled Lin’s crotch tight against its own.

Her eyes widened with a yelp as she felt her clitoris bump against another, one larger and firmer, and burning with warmth.

The rest of its vulva was no different, hot, puffy, and utterly soaked with arousal.

It looked like an awkward position for all involved, but it seemed to know just how far to bend Lin before it became uncomfortable… and seemed indifferent to its own discomfort.

That seemed secondary to its current goal; forcibly grinding Lin’s crotch to its vulva, rubbing their mounds together and making their clits glide and brush by one another.

It growled in pure lust, and Lin couldn’t suppress her own whines; it wasn’t as stimulating compared to what came before, but her nethers were so sensitive after such vigorous torments, that it wasn’t much less pleasurable.

She squirmed, though even she couldn’t tell anymore if it was some last bouts of resistance, or simple stimulated reflex.

She huffed, and watched it open its mouth in pleasure, tongue lolling out and garbling the low roar of lust it released.

Lin huffed and whimpered and gasped, feeling her vulva squashed and rubbed against the puffy mound of the creature, unable to move at any pace other than what it dictated.

This was maddening, she wanted to rest, to have some respite, but she knew she’d not get any hope of that until her domineering partner had gotten off as well.

Lin was at least thankful it wasn’t crushing her wrists or pulling her arms too hard. After all, it wanted her to feel good, or it wouldn’t have driven her to orgasm twice already.

The creature started rocking Lin’s hips more forcefully, and it started rolling its own to intensify the grinding pleasure further.

Lin could feel an orgasm already coming, her resistance utterly crushed by this point. But what of its climax?

She saw it twist and bite its lower lip every now and then, and on occasion, she saw and felt its body jolt from what could’ve only been a pang of intense stimulation.

Faster it rocked Lin’s hips and faster it flexed its own, the wet smearing of their mounds rubbing together audible to Lin, even over her moans and the monsters raspy growls of lust.

Lin’s body flexed and twisted, but there was only so much range of motion available to her, in the position the beast held her in, yanking on her bound arms and tugging on her manipulated hips.

She felt like a toy, but one whose pleasure mattered for the creature’s twisted desires.

In the end, there was no holding out, and Lin cried in ecstasy, shuddering against the monster’s crotch and sputtering a small amount of her arousal across the creature’s vulva, a spasm coursing up her spine and spreading to all her muscles.

This time, however, Lin wasn’t subjected to merciless post orgasmic stimulation, for the monstrous woman also reached their limit, and came hard.

It roared and pulled Lin tight against its twitching vulva, as a violent spasm rocked its entire body, head rolling back and tongue lolling out.

Compared to the small sputter of Lin’s orgasm, the flood of feminine ejaculate that came from the monster was astounding, utterly soaking the human’s groin.

Both of their climaxes endured for a considerable length of time, Lin’s shuddering, whining moans mixing with the monster’s guttural rumblings of bliss, until they both went slack and quiet, save for final, shared gasps.

The monster pulled Lin atop of it, nestling her head between its breasts, one hand draped over her lower back, the other resting against the back of Lin’s head.

She groaned tiredly, sinking into the deep cleavage, too tired and aroused to think of much. After a few moments, she felt the hulking female caress and gently grope her rear, and pet the back of her head.

Lin murmured in response, but offered no further defiance. She was just too exhausted.

After several more moments, however, the creature seemed rested, and with a grin and a chuckling growl, it rose to its feet, and held Lin tight against its torso with one arm. She felt it move, picking its way down a path, though she didn’t know which direction, descending the mountain whilst keeping its prize close.

Lin just kept her head between the creature’s cleavage, murmuring quietly and closing her eyes; the breasts around her head were just soft enough to be pleasant and comfortable, even with the bobbing of her carried position. It was enough for her to drift off to sleep, her final conscious thoughts wondering why she didn’t feel as miserable as she should’ve.

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Oman was cursing away at the roiling, dark skies, pacing back and forth upon the dark stone he’d woken up on, a broad, circular rock smooth like a river pebble, but as large as a small paddock.

He had nothing; no memories save elusive fragments, no clothes, no effects, no idea of where he was, and no hope.

Well, he had his language still, his words… and his anger.

He paced back and forth, shouting pejoratives and insults at the brooding sky, knowing of no specific deity, but if anything was listening, then maybe he’d make his contempt known.

After all, one look at the barren expanse leading up to the mountain range miles in the distance, and Oman had abandoned any hope of survival.

Why was he here? What had he done to deserve this? He couldn’t even remember anything before save those fleeting notions. What good is a punishment if one couldn’t remember their crime?

If there was something listening, he wanted it to know that his spirit would curse it for eternity.

Eventually, he dropped to a sit, growing tired from the tirade. He took a breath, and sighed out; what was he going to do now?

Waiting to die seemed most unpleasant, and until now, his angry yelling, impotent though it might have been, had kept the despair at bay.

Would the elements get him first? Or the thirst?

He contemplated suicide, but the thought seemed pushed out of his mind. He couldn’t seriously consider it, but why, he didn’t know.

He laid down, and stared blankly, his almost silvery eyes losing their gleam. He felt the wind brush over his near-bald head, only dark stubble to be had. His sun-kissed skin seemed to miss the touch of that sun, only bathed in the diffuse orange light of this forsaken place.

He wasn’t thin, but he wasn’t bulky either. The cool touch of the breeze was enough to make him shiver.

Perhaps he could find some place comfortable, whatever amounted to such in this place, and curl up and die slumbering. It was the most peaceful demise he could think of in his present circumstances.

He continued to think on his circumstances, when he felt the ground rumble.

He immediately sat up, a panicked jolt coursing through him, heart beginning to race.

He saw the dust and flecks of sand dance upon the rock around him, the rumbling persistent and rough.

It stopped just as suddenly as it started. A quake? No reason to think it wasn’t.

This time there was another rumbling. But something about it was odd. He didn’t know what, but it didn’t feel… normal.

What’s more, it felt like there was a direction to the rumbling, his gaze turning away from the mountains towards the vast expanses in the other direction, the horizon obscured by the subtle haze that hung in the air.

What he did see more closely was a plume of dust rising into the sky.

Curiosity got the best of him, and he ventured towards the only activity he’d yet to witness in this land.

He climbed down the great stone he’d woken up on, careful not to fall into the crevices in the cracked stone plains, deep enough to get stuck in, but narrow enough he might get stuck.

He walked across the dusty ground, making his way over towards the plume of dust.

He almost tripped into one of the crevices around him when the ground began to rumble once again, far stronger now than before, but he didn’t turn away. He had to see whatever it was, despite the danger.

The ground began to slope upwards slightly, noticing he was coming to a circular ridge that must have overlooked a depression of sort… and when he stood at the top, his mouth dropped in shock.

There was indeed a depression, the rim of the crater-like hole dropping several feet down to the floor with a steep, but walkable, slope.

But what was shocking was the architecture he saw, largely that there was architecture at all; the floor of the basin was covered in bricks that formed concentric rings all surrounding a central pillar of reddish stone. The design of the pillar was… unsettling, with many archways capped with carved stone skulls, skulls that did not look entirely human. The arches were supported by columns that looked evocative of humerus bones, though not all of the carvings appeared to try and evoke such, several doorways around the base of the column sporting wing-like carvings flanking their sides, whilst strange, twisting carvings crowned each door.

Each doorway was blocked by dark iron bars, and past them, shadow and gloom concealed the interior.

His gaze drifted to the edge of the basin, where several mausoleum-like structures were arrayed around the central column… which he realised was marred with long, vertical scrapes.

A deep groove ringed the central structure, and he realised that it must have been the source of the rumbling. Had it risen out of the ground?

He received his answer when the ground began to rumble severely, Oman almost toppling from the shaking, dust rising up from all around, and especially around the pillar, as it began to sink back down into the ground, disappearing from view as the top of the pillar served as a cap, blending in with the rest of the sandy-coloured stones around them.

The ground went still, and silence followed.

For a moment, Oman simply watched the basin, wondering if the column would rise again, but after several minutes of no activity, he stood up.

Were there people here? Perhaps they were friendly… he doubted that.

But maybe there was something he could make use of.

Against his better judgement, he climbed down into the depression, until he was walking across the stones, getting a better look at the crypts around him; he didn’t think they were places for the dead to be interred, but he didn’t know what their real purpose was either. They were… strange, to say the least, box-like with darkened stone construction and rounded covers. They had strange, oblong caps on their front, with carvings depicting what looked like a snake, or a worm, or some other sinuous creature, only it had four jaws opening up like a flower, as if mid-screech.

The structures unsettled him, so he gave them a wide berth, and instead investigated the circular stone that capped the now sealed pillar.

It was nondescript, not even a single marking to show it was anything other than the central brick of this forum. He wondered where the pillar led. If it was perhaps the entrance to some underground city or crypt or… something.

Someone had to have built it, but this place seemed dead, with only him standing alive.

He frowned as he examined the stone, when he heard cracking all around him.

He whipped his head about, and saw three of the mausoleum-like sheds around him starting to throw off dust, their oblong caps starting to shake.

With dull grinding, not as loud as the earth-shaking rumbling of the central pillar, the caps of these sheds lowered down, dust pouring from their interiors.

For a moment, there was silence again… only for it to be broken by strange creaking and cracking noises.

He paled when he saw stony fingers grasp the sides of the opening to one of these structures, and watched in awe and terror as a strange thing emerged from it.

In the light, he could see it well, but it was still a bizarre construct; it was like a roughly hewn statue, carved from beige stone with a coarse surface. The limbs were particularly rocky and stony, their surfaces scratched and pitted. Yet, there was a carapace-like look to its main body, smoother than its limbs.

But what was most curious was the overall feminine form the moving sculpture took, the torso of a nude female apparent, naked, static breasts shaped upon its chest. Its head appeared to that of a woman with her eyes closed, a serene expression etched into her stony face, her hair simply carved along the back and sides of the statue’s head.

The details were not particularly intricate, but the intended visage was clear to Oman.

What did jump out at him were the green, luminous lines that coursed around thin cracks in the statue’s exterior, culminating at the belly with a strange, complicated symbol pulsing with that same green light.

The animated statue then reached behind it, its rocky arms bending at the joints at unnatural angles, Oman unable to see any obvious connection between each joint as they ground against each other.

His blood chilled when he saw it produce a long spear made of a dark iron shaft and tipped with two flanking stone points on either end.

He looked around, and saw that the other two statues had produced similar weapons, and had them raised across their chests.

He screamed, and tried to flee, pounding across the stone bricks of the forum.

With only quiet grumbles, the living statues gave chase, startling Oman with their deceptive agility; they practically glided across the stone ground, sliding along with a terrible scraping sound.

One of them slid into Oman’s view, and brought the spear down near him.

He tumbled backwards with a yelp, and then scrambled to his feet. He saw an opening, but that too was cut off when he heard a cracking sound, and a second later, saw a bolt of green, chaotic energy fly past him, hitting the slope of the basin and making rock explode from the impact.

He loosed a startled shout and stumbled again, trying to change course, hoping to cut around the edge of the basin and find another way out. But the three animated statues were quick to respond to him, too fast for any human, one of them even leaping off one of the still-closed crypts to jump in front of him.

He skidded to a stop, and frantically looked around for escape until rough, stony fingers wrapped around his neck from behind.

His feet left the ground, hauled aloft and left to dangle and struggle, but he quickly stopped fighting owing to the discomfort.

The other two statues gathered around him now, looking down with impassive gazes, the stony faces carved into their faces just that, carvings.

But these things were alive somehow, and their heads still cocked as if curious about their catch.

Tears began to well up in his eyes.

“Please, just kill me!” he begged. “Don’t make me suffer!”

They did not respond. They did not kill him… but they weren’t exactly hurting him either.

They cocked their heads with curiosity, despite the blank, unchanging expressions of the sculpted faces.

The grip around his neck was firm, but not crushing, most of the discomfort coming from being held aloft by his neck, rather than any pressure.

He tugged and clawed at the rocky fingers wrapped around his throat and pushing up his chin, the hand quite tall as these things were nearly twice his height. But the hand was unyielding, not loosening, not tightening, like it was locked down at the right point to ensure he couldn’t slip free, but wouldn’t struggle too much to breathe.

Then, one of the other statues did something… surreal.

It reached out, and tugged on his balls with a stony index finger.

This was enough to make him yelp in shock, eyes widening, especially when it stroked his sack a second time, the touch… deliberate, and soft.

“What are you doing!?” he blurted out, but still they did not answer, the only noises from them the quiet grinding of stone against stone as their limbs and joints moved.

Despite the roughness of its fingers, its touch was delicate and precise, and was soon hooking its finger to brush along the underside of his flaccid member.

The other statue joined its comrade, tracing a fingertip down the top of his shaft, and gently juggling his balls.

Their soft touch was arguably sensual, and aware of their crudely formed digits. It took a while, but eventually, his member began to stir against his wishes, their fingers curling some more to stroke his erection and coax it to full mast.

Why they were doing this, Oman couldn’t fathom; how would they even go any further without causing some intense discomfort? Or would they just keep him aroused for eternity as some form of torture?

The answer came in an entirely unexpected fashion, the human watching one of the statues as the segmented stone sections around its midriff, for articulation, suddenly clacked, and slid away, revealing a strange cavity from just below the statue’s bust, to just above its hips.

The inside of the cavity was slimy, and numerous fleshy threads and tendons pulsed with the same green glow that etched the exterior of the animated statues.

But it was with terror that Oman observed the worm like creature curled up within this moist cavity, a sweet aroma hitting him in the face, quite strong to his nose.

The creature was several feet long, coiled up and pulsing with green light itself, its mottled moss-coloured hide slimy and slightly bumpy, but it was overall smooth from tip to just behind its head, which was dominated by four petal-like jaws lined with blunt nubs that Oman wasn’t sure were teeth or fleshy bumps. It had no eyes to speak of, but it turned to ‘look’ at Oman as if it could see the terror on his face clearly. It hissed quietly, its jaws opening and revealing four slender, flexible tongues that twitched, emerging from orifices at the base of each jaw, around its clenching gullet.

He began to struggle again, trying desperately to claw the stony fingers around his neck away, to escape this horrid thing.

“No, get away, get away!” he shouted, kicking his legs uselessly.

But it was hopeless, and he watched in despair as the creature stretched its head out from the cavity of the statue towards his body.

Yet in another twisted turn of events, its goals were not gruesome in nature… brushing its slimy, leathery but deceptively soft head against his member, drool trickling from the gaps between each flexible jaw and smearing into his stiff erection.

He tried to tug his hips away, but he had little means to manoeuvre in his current position, watching as the strange monster slowly coiled loosely around his girth, pushing through his bush to brush against his balls, the tips of those four thin tongues tracing lines against his scrotum and causing a twitch to race up his spine, and through his cock.

A tiny growling chitter left the worm, and it retreated, sliding against Oman’s member before it pressed the tip of its mouth to his glans.

And then promptly opened its maw to swallow him to the base, fleshy jaws squeezing tight, whilst his manhood was buried in the burning hug of its gullet.

The walls of its throat were warm, soft, slimy, and constantly flexing in rippling waves that ran the length of his mast.

He bucked involuntarily, and tried to escape the debauched, latched creature, but that only hurt his neck and did little to free himself from its wicked touch, the creature’s four tongues curling around his root in a helical fashion, twisting around his sack and caging his balls in slippery, sliding tendrils of muscle that mercilessly polished his orbs.

It pumped the root of his member with those twisting tongues, adding to the milking contractions of its gullet and the suction that produced, its lecherous hunger all too apparent to the man.

Oman tried to hold his tongue, tried to resist the stimulation, but when it suddenly retreated its head, sliding to his tip, and letting its tongues attack his glans with their mercilessly writhing, he couldn’t stop himself from loosing a hot moan.

It let out a muffled hiss, and swallowed him back to the root, once more subjecting him to the milking contractions of its gullet.

It was far too precise, far too tailored for this, the walls crushing around his glans and his corona in all the right ways, sucking down what precum leaked from his tip.

His balls throbbed helplessly, constantly subjected to the finger-width tongues that curled and twisted all around his jewels.

Pressure was already building in his loins. There was no escaping what was coming, as much as it dismayed him.

He tried to resist, but that was just as futile, the constant milking too much for him to bear.

With a cry, he bucked his hips and released a shameful torrent right into the worm’s maw, the rippling gulps easily swallowing his load without wasting a drop.

Oman shed some tears, feeling humiliation and fear over having been violated by this… thing.

It slowly pulled off his length, its tongues tugging on his balls as it withdrew and gliding tightly over his length, and his glans, especially beneath his corona, for some last minute stimulation.

The worm then pulled back slightly, and tilted its head up, cocking back slightly as it fully gulped down his seed, hissing with an open mouth as if to deviously show it wasted no drop.

His cock was utterly slimy and it tingled in residual stimulation. He whimpered, watching the worm retreat back to its statue, the plates closing up once more. The animated sculpture jolted as if coming back to life, and it stepped back.

He wondered now what was to happen to him, only for his position to suddenly change; the statue holding his neck handed him off to the other two, each grabbing ahold of him beneath a shoulder each, so that the one that restrained him first could stand before him.

With horror, he watched as the same plates slid away to reveal an identical cavity, an identical worm waiting for him, only the green pulses of energy seemed to light up with different patterns.

This worm seemed to look him up and down with a close scrutiny, ‘eyeing’ him with a desire that seemed to transcend its utter lack of expression, or human traits… but somehow, it managed to ‘lick its lips’, those four tongues peeking out from the grooves of its maw and wetting the edges, a disturbing display.

It then went further than reaching out to him… it began to coil around his midriff, Oman struggling as its slimy, sinuous length slowly wrapped around him. When the tip of its long body left the statue, the carven figure slackened and almost collapsed, but it stopped in a limp droop, the glow of its exterior cracks fading.

But the worm didn’t seem to care, sloppily encircling his body as it neared his crotch.

Its head brushed his erection, and it opened its maw to let its four tongues dance along his member, tracing the veins and the cord that ran its underside, working down to his root, whereupon it flicked his balls as if teasing him.

It worked its way back up to his glans, and started teasing him more pointedly, wrapping its tongues beneath his corona and twisting firmly, making Oman whine and struggle, but he felt the two statues either side of him reach down to grasp his thighs, holding him place.

He gasped as one of the tongues slipped over the slope of his helm, and teased at the slit at the tip, brushing just inside where he was quite sensitive.

What in damnation were these things?! They were monstrous worms, and yet they seemed keenly intelligent when it came to the sensitive points on a man’s body. And there was a strange… fervour, to their efforts. They did not feel like they were operating on instinct.

The worm’s tongues slowly spread across his tip, undulating and teasing him mercilessly, enveloping his head and getting him to leak some fresh precum.

His attention was divided when he heard the two statues on either side of him clack… and watched as the worms slithered out of their vessels, gliding along his torso until they hovered their heads before his nipples.

They opened their maws and shot their tongues forth with speed, attacking his nipples with aggressive obscenity.

Oman yelped and twisted his torso, but he couldn’t avoid the teasing, stimulating flickering across his nubs and their areolae.

He whined and winced, but things only worsened for him when the two creatures latched onto his nipples, maws splaying across his pectorals, and pressing hard enough the openings on their throats were able to seal onto his buds and impart a merciless suction… the orifices for their tongues just behind, allowing them to flick his nipples with impunity.

He threw his head back and whimpered, twitching at this three pronged assault.

How could this get worse for him?

He was given an immediate answer, when the tip of the tail of the worm wrapped around his body slithered between his glutes, and started prodding at his pucker.

He let out a choked sound, and tried to buck away, but that only pushed his tip into the waiting mandibles of the very same worm.

“No, are you mad!?” he blurted out, not thinking for a moment if they could understand him or not.

But Oman soon discovered his sphincter was more sensitive than he ever knew, the soft, slippery tracing of the tail tip around the ring of muscle making him twitch, ticklish, pleasant stimulation prickling the nerves in that area.

If he pulled away, he felt the mandibles of the worm close around his glans to give it a firm caress whilst its tongues danced and crawled all over his helm. If he tried to retreat from the worm’s head, he pushed against that probing tail. There was no escape.

Then the worm made things even crazier… he felt its slimy length start pushing on his sphincter, threatening to push inside.

He screamed and struggled, but the slimy secretions and smooth, fleshy body of the worm made it a much easier affair than Oman expected… not that the slow stretching was any less unwelcome.

At the same time, he felt the worm latch its maw to his tip, two of its tongues twisting down and extending far enough to tease at his balls, whilst the other two continued to attack his glans, one tracing beneath his corona, the other ringing his glans and gently pumping it, whilst the throat squeezed around his tip, gently tugging.

Slowly, the tail to Oman’s ass pushed inside, and he shouted obscenities, feeling it worming deeper and gently stretching him open.

It didn’t feel nearly as painful as expected though, and it made his hips buck involuntarily. That brought some brief discomfort, the worm halting its push for a moment, before continuing.

Then, it pressed against… something. Something that made him gasp, and his cock throb inside of him. The worm paused… and promptly attacked this point without mercy, and with a focus and precision that seemed too familiar for it to be coincidence.

Precum surged from his tip and a strange stimulation filled his loins. Not enough to drive him to climax… but it was making his shaft throb needily in the maw of the worm currently taking him from both ends.

He yelped and gasped, somehow feeling more sensitive everywhere, even his nipples… which did not help his case, the two other worms relentlessly suckling on those buds with merciless focus.

He started twisting and writhing in the static grip of the statues, helplessly bound for these worms to toy with him.

The worm probing his ass began to pump its tail back and forth, always hitting that spot within him with every deep plunge. He whined, gasped, moaned, cried, whimpered, and groaned, feeling both deep shame and an ever pervasive pleasure that refused to let him go. Worse, it was fighting against that shame, trying to push it away so all he felt was the stimulation.

Pressure built again in his gut, aided by the anal penetration and the stimulation to whatever was in him making him feel as he did.

The worm maintained its focus on its tip, scouring his glans with its four tongues with vigorous precision, suckling hard and sending powerful stings of pleasure up his length.

He yowled in pleasure and shuddered, bucking his hips into the worm and releasing a torrent even larger than the first, yelping and whining with each voluminous pump.

The worm greedily devoured his seed, making short but sharp tugs on his tip to take every drop.

And with it constantly pumping his rear, his climax endured for longer than he could’ve dreamed.

The stimulation quickly became untenable, Oman getting a taste for but a few seconds of the terrible aching sensation of stimulation after his ejaculation had ended. Fortunately, the worm popped free with an obscene gulp, hissing afterwards as if in satisfaction.

It withdrew its tail from his ass, earning a groan from Oman’s lips, before it retreated back into its vessel, which jolted upright as life returned to it, the cracks glowing once more.

He huffed, panting and trying to compose himself, tugging on the unyielding grip of the other statues.

In the next moment, he was repositioned once more, letting out a startled shout as he was pulled into a horizontal position, back facing the ground and legs spread apart, his arms held above his head, a statue on either side near his midsection, and one between his ankles, slotting between his legs as much as its bulk allowed. They outstretched their arms and bent them unnaturally, but it allowed them to have their cavities close to his crotch.

He was then angled upwards at a slant, a slightly more comfortable position… and one that allowed the statues to crouch and position themselves, so when the worms left their vessels, the sculptures didn’t simply drop him when they slackened.

They crawled all over him, their slimy bodies slithering with seemingly deliberate meandering, eagerly lathering his skin in their secretions and rubbing against him.

But they eventually converged upon his crotch, where his erection still bobbed needily.

One wrapped around his waist, opening its maw to tongue at his pucker with little delay, making him buck and yelp in reflex.

Another coiled around one of his thighs, and with a hitched, whining breath, felt its maw open and promptly clasp around his balls, tongues snaking around his sack and massaging the orbs within, whilst suckling the lot into the start of its throat, tugging and rubbing luxuriously.

As for the third and final worm, he watched it wrap around his other thigh, and position its maw before his twitching glans. He noted that it was not either of the two that had sucked him before; it was now the third’s turn.

Its jaws opened like a flower, and let its tongues slowly slither towards his tip, ever so delicately grazing the sensitive helm and earning a twitch in response.

He struggled, but there was no escape from the three salacious, greedy worms, whom he at this stage knew weren’t doing this for instinctual reasons.

He felt the tip of the tail of one of the other worms coil around the root of his cock, and start stroking with a slow tightness, the slimy secretions of its body the perfect lubricant.

He huffed and groaned, his lower half attacked from all angles, even his pucker tingling from pleasant stimulation. His balls were slurped on and utterly soaked, tugged and massaged by strong, fleshy mandibles and dexterous tongues.

And his tip was receiving a comparatively delicate attention, the worm acting less assertively compared to its brethren, teasing and stroking his helm with mostly the tips of its tongues, tracing lines across the slope of his glans and grazing along the corona.

He whimpered from this torment, and lamented audibly when he could feel a third orgasm building inside of him, the worms all too skilled without even looking remotely human.

He didn’t know what this said about himself, but there wasn’t much he could do to resist.

The pleasure mounted, and the tail stroking his length picked up speed, Meanwhile, the tonguing to his ass got more aggressive, just slightly probing past his entrance, his pucker more receptive to invasion than before, and still quite sensitive, but they did not delve deep. Things did not change much with his balls, only that they were pulled firmly into the worm’s ‘throat’ to intensify the suction he felt, whilst those fleshy mandibles clasped tightly around the root of the sack, tugging like it was trying to milk them.

He was being driven to a third climax already, huffing from the stimulation, bizarre and intense. Sweat began to bead across his brow, a feat given the general chill of this world.

He moaned and rocked his hips involuntarily, looking down at his crotch, the tail stroking him starting to slide over his glans, and moving with almost blurring speed. His cock throbbed and jumped in the grip of this pumping appendage, and fresh precum drooled from his urethra, his impending orgasm only moments away.

The tail stroking him moved even faster, and the worm before his mast pulled back with its maw open, ready to receive the load to be shot forth.

With one final, powerful downwards stroke of the tail, he was pushed over the edge, and Oman came with a loud moan, bucking his hips and loosing his spurts with intense velocity, the worm in front of his member catching every pump with salacious greed, before suddenly shooting forth and swallowing his cock to the hilt, the tail that had wrapped around the base uncoiling at just the right moment.

He was buried in the hungry worm’s throat, and compared to the delicate teasing of its tongues before, the milking gulps rippling around his girth were the harshest and most stimulating of all three. The contrast in behaviour was stark.

He yowled as he was drained of everything, thrashing in the grip of the statues and the worms coiled around his body, his balls and pucker receiving constant attention to keep his ejaculation going.

Soon his virile bucks turned into weak, spasming twitches as the worm drank down the last dregs of his climax, Oman feeling like his body was close to giving out.

Slowly, the merciless stimulation tapered off, the worms loosening their grip and suckling with less force, before finally sliding off with deliberate slowness, loose though the touch of their maws were.

They returned to their vessels, and they jolted to life as the plates that concealed their cavities slid back into place.

Now, they hauled him up, two holding him beneath his shoulders, whilst the third stomped over to the centre of the forum.

It produced its spear, and smacked one end hard on the bricks before the central cap.

A brief glow burst from the point of contact, green light mixing with dust kicked up.

Then the ground began to shake and rumble, and the central pillar rose with loud, grinding noise, almost too much for Oman’s ears.

Peace returned as the dust settled, but the silence was not over, as the iron bars guarding the entrances at the base of the pillar squealed with grating harshness, lowering and opening the way.

Then there was silence. And for several minutes, he was held before the yawning gloom of the column, fear starting to enter Oman’s heart.

Then footsteps, both of shoes, and of clacking claws.

In the next moment, four figures emerged, two of them odd, bestial looking humanoids with orange carapace and purple skin, both naked, one a female, the other male, bearing their nudity with no shame, smirking broadly with sharp teeth and golden eyes.

The other two figures, Oman could make little out, both wearing dark cloaks that obscured their features. They seemed to examine him, and then conferred with each other, their voices too soft to make out what they were saying.

They then gestured to the two creatures that accompanied them, and with laughing, energetic snarls, they approached, and took a hold of Oman from the statues, which slowly retreated to their crypts.

Carried by his arms and legs, the orange creatures hissed and growled deviously and followed the cloaked figures into the passages beneath the pillar, Oman whimpering as his fate took another unknown turn.

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Dahlia had never seen anything like it. She couldn’t remember much of anything, but she was certain she’d never seen a floating head with horns and fiery hair before.

Least of all a head with a beautiful woman’s visage that was bigger than any real human’s.

Dahlia’s blue eyes observed the strange entity as she peaked over a rock, near the edge of a cliff that loomed over a roiling river of lava down below.

Waking up in this place full of volcanic activity and rocky paths had been rather terrible, learning quickly of her shattered memory and lack of clothes. It was mighty unpleasant, as the heat around her quickly got sweat sticking to her softly tanned skin, and made her dirty blonde hair stick to her head and neck uncomfortably.

Fortunately, her petite form made it slightly easier to contend with the heat. But only slightly.

What really kept the heat at bay was the fear and curiosity of spotting this bizarre thing not long after gaining consciousness. It was just floating through the air lazily, bobbing along listlessly and without any obvious aim.

She made no attempt to communicate with it, however, as she did not believe for a moment it was capable of helping her.

Or that it was even friendly.

It floated behind a nearby volcanic vent wheezing out gases that the thing did not seem fazed by, though Dahlia was careful not to get near them. It was hard enough to breathe as it was.

She crept out from her hiding spot, and slowly walked along a cool path of volcanic rock, careful not to go near any ledges, where the heat from the lava streams below could make her dizzy.

One wrong move, and she wouldn’t be hot for very long.

She kept an eye out for more of those floating heads, and before long, she spotted another, carefully pressing against a rock face near the edge of another cliff, peering around the corner as she spied several more of the things milling about in space. They weren’t talking with each other, they weren’t even looking at each other. She didn’t even know why they were circling the space they were, there was nothing interesting she could see.

As she observed them closely, eyes narrowing, she felt a warm breeze wash over her back. She paid it no heed… until the quietest growl followed.

She froze, her blood chilling enough to make her forget the heat around her, and she slowly turned.

Her eyes widened in fear and terror upon seeing the strange but menacing creature before her; it was a rotund chunk of brown, leathery hide that was rough enough it almost looked like a meatball.

A broad, toothy maw dominated much of the lower section, stretching to its sides. Above a pair of tiny nostrils, was a large, red eye with a single slit pupil, narrowed to a blade’s width that stared back at her.

On the top sides of its head were horns that grew out and curved upwards to stubby points. And on either side of its body, were long, slender arms ending in oversized claws with talons, looking almost comically disproportionate to its odd, spherical body.

But Dahlia didn’t feel like laughing at this thing. She didn’t even question how it was floating in the air. All she was thinking was how she was going to escape from this thing.

She looked back the way she came, knowing there were those things floating about ahead of her.

She gulped, and took a single sideways step away from her spying spot.

That was enough to make the creature roar hoarsely, its maw opening and revealing its many teeth and slimy red tongue.

Dahlia screamed, and near tripped as she made a break for it. She spun around trying to get her bearings, which allowed her to see the creature raising its hands… burning fireballs formed between its clawed fingertips, fireballs that quickly grew in size and then burst… and in their place were the very same floating heads Dahlia was watching before.

Only now, they did not seem to have an aimless gaze, slit-pupil eyes locking onto her.

The creature then ‘threw’ them, and the blue flames that wreathed them burst into raging orange blazes, as they shrieked and flew straight towards her.

She screamed again, trying to dodge the intended impact and make her way back along the ledge.

But the screaming head shot past her, and suddenly flipped and righted itself to come at her from her intended avenue of escape.

She tried to double back, only to remember the large rotund monster had thrown two heads, the second hitting her in the midriff.

She was winded from the impact, momentarily panicking about burns. She was about to topple over when she was pushed from behind, the other head stabilising her.

Dahlia thrashed and screamed, but was suddenly silenced when she felt a set of lips clasp to her naked vulva beneath her neatly trimmed shrubbery.

She looked down, and saw that head wrapping its larger mouth around her mound, tongue curling up and down between her labia.

She was about to scream in violated confusion, when the head behind her floated up to her neck and bit down.

It was a playful bite, those sharp canines barely digging in. But Dahlia’s neck was sensitive, and it sent a chill down her spine.

The larger creature floated into view, arms crossed before it in a crude manner, hands barely able to reach the elbows. The three heads she spied milling around before now orbited the other beast.

It let out a low, garbled bark and thrust a hand forward, and the three floating heads charged with a shriek at Dahlia.

Of course, their attack was much like the two already attached to her body, a pair going for her tits, lips wrapping around the peaks of her breasts, and tugging firmly against the smaller mounds, tongues smothering her nipples and flicking them with rapid curling rolls.

The third forced Dahlia into a lurid kiss, the woman’s eyes widening as the head closed its own, twisting slightly to better mesh its somewhat larger mouth to her own, tongue easily gaining access to Dahlia’s mouth thanks to her shock.

Dahlia’s eyes soon narrowed and a whine was loosed into the mouth of the head kissing her, unable to stop its tongue from swirling and curling about her own.

The head between her legs was similarly aggressive, gently rolling its teeth against her clit, careful to cause only stimulation, but after a while, and once it had gotten the nub erect against her will, it lowered slightly to rapidly lap at the entrance to her canal.

A shrill squeal left Dahlia’s throat, and her body tensed up at this sudden assault to her opening. It was then that she suddenly realised she had control of her hands, and immediately tried to push the floating head away from her pussy. It wasn’t easy; for something that floated through the air and flew with no obvious means, it proved remarkably hard to budge, but she was making headway, even as it and the other heads intensified their lecherous efforts as a way to stop her.

At least, until, she felt rough claws grasp her wrists, and hold them away from her body, where she could do nothing but struggle and scream in panic; that other creature hadn’t just disappeared, and though Dahlia couldn’t see it around the head that was kissing her, she knew it was watching her be violated.

The head to her neck began to drift down, lower and lower, planting succulent kisses and promiscuous licks against her spine as it went, until it was trailing a brush stroke of its tongue over her somewhat shapely rear, a bit more endowed than her bust.

Then, it nuzzled between her glutes, and probed its muscle at her anus.

Another startled shriek left her, and she tried to pull away, but that only pushed into the head currently tasting her pussy.

She whimpered, helpless against this terrible violation. Worse, the efforts of the floating heads were… skilled. Aggressive, but they knew where she was weak. They knew just how much pressure to exert with their jaws, how much to suck despite lacking lungs, and how much to flick with their tongues, and where to trace the tips.

More, their flaming coronas only warmed her pleasantly, somehow suppressing the uncomfortable warmth of their environment, and even when the flames licked her from a change in the breeze, they caused no harm.

Against her will, her body responded, a tingle coursing through her as she grew wet under this assault.

Suddenly, the head kissing her pulled away with a strange, hoarse gasp, a string of spit sagging between its lips and Dahlia’s, breaking as it slowly drifted lower.

But Dahlia did not watch where it was going. Only what that floating, armed ball of a monster was doing as it approached.

It reached out with a clawed hand, and delicately brushed its knuckles across the side of Dahlia’s face… before firmly wrapping its fingers around her head.

She cried in fear, and that only intensified when she watched it open its maw, a strange musky breath washing over her… oddly, not unpleasant.

But her eyes fixed on the tongue as it extended from its broad mouth, dripping with saliva. It hovered before her face, practically steaming before her very eyes.

She tried to shake her head, but could do nothing to stop it drawing that massive tongue up her face, slowly, forcefully, utterly soaking her in that musky saliva.

Some of it got into her mouth, where the oddly savoury flavour was not what made her cough, but the amount that managed to get in from a single lick.

She whined, and watched it lick again, this time drawing its tongue from her belly, all the way up between her breasts, her neck, and once more over her face.

Tears began to form in her eyes, but those were virtually indistinguishable from the film of saliva that now coated her face.

Its tongue withdrew, and a soft, guttural growl rolled out of the monster’s throat, wherever that was on such a creature.

The tongue did not withdraw far, however, and the tip angled with her lips.

She began to shake her head again, eyes wide, practically pleading for mercy.

It gave none, and plunged its slimy muscle into her mouth with a single swift thrust.

She gagged even though it wasn’t in her throat, just from the shock and terror, which clashed with the arousal inflicted on her by the constant efforts of the floating heads, even the one tonguing her ass… an old fragment of a memory surfacing, of efforts to cleanse her anus for the very same act.

No wonder it didn’t exactly disgust her, her resistance from the assault itself.

But that was little matter now, she was helpless. One hand was freed, but she lacked the strength to do anything about it… especially once she felt the head that had been kissing her, slowly working its way down her body, leaving a trail of lecherous pecks and licks, to join the other at her pussy.

Now two tongues were lapping away at her vulva, and her clit was never without attention from either of them, one swirling and flicking the nub, the other worming against her entrance and tracing the inner sides of her labia.

She could feel an orgasm rising already, coming regardless of her want for one.

This was put off a little bit longer, when that slimy tongue began to push into her throat with jerking motions, the round monster tilting her head slightly to make it a bit easier. Its tongue seemed to compress and squish, but that made it no less flexible and twisty.

A garbled, muffled scream left Dahlia, but it was practically overwhelmed by the tongue bulging out her throat, and soon she was grunting, feeling overwhelmed in much the same way. Her eyes rolled upwards, eyelids drooping slightly, whilst the five floating heads worked away at her body with ceaseless kissing, sucking and lapping.

The monster began to pump its tongue in and out of her throat, as if fucking it, and smearing its savoury flavour across her own. But now, the problem was air, Dahlia’s lungs beginning to cry for it.

Things were just starting to hurt when a powerful spasm raced up her body; she screamed in pleasure, shuddering and releasing a small surge of fluids, which the two heads at her pussy greedily lapped down.

Only once she was on the tail end of this orgasm did the monster free her from its tongue, sliding it out in one slick motion, growling softly.

Dahlia gasped and hacked, coughing up thick monstrous saliva and sucking down air, even if it wasn’t that fresh.

She panted afterwards, feeling slack from such an intense experience.

Unfortunately, it soon became clear that it was not over, as the monster suddenly grasped her thighs.

She screamed as it lifted her up into the air, her body flopping upside down and facing away from the thing.

She felt its tongue slide over her soaked vulva and curl downwards and along her belly, gently undulating from side to side, coating her stomach in saliva.