Feature Writer: GadenKerensky

Feature Title: Encounter with the Goddess

Published: 19.06.2021

Story Codes: Supernatural

Synopsis: An adventurer runs afoul of a lustful Goddess of Corruption.

Encounter with the Goddess

Dark Lands — Encounter with the Goddess

Eret was lost and upset with himself. The second mostly a result of the first. The young sandy-haired adventurer thought he could take a gamble and strike fortune in the form of riches said to be buried within a nameless forest near the edge of the Creeplands, an old forgotten fort from the second Crusade. Or was it the third? Eret didn’t remember, just that he saw many visions in his bright turquoise eyes, visions of splendour and no small amount of prestige.

Most called him a young fool. One called him a handsome fool, but a fool nonetheless.

Maybe they were right, because now Eret had no idea where he was. The forest was nameless because in all the years, no one had ever bothered to name it or really make a map of it, and if they had, it’d been lost to time.

He consulted his own map again, and sighed in frustration; it was useless as a reference and he couldn’t trust his compass. Something was interfering with it, making it spin and point anywhere but north. Worse still, the sun was beginning to set, and it grew dark quickly in a forest, long beams of orange raking through the leafy canopy and between the trunks of trees as the sun dipped towards the horizon. The spectacle of amber light would have been a most pleasant thing were it not for his loss of orientation.

He started pacing, and considered he might have to set up camp for the night and try and retrace his steps before leaving in the morning. He had some skills taught to him by a survivalist, including some methods on how to get out of a forest without losing one’s way, but he was not about to try it in the dead of night. Even if the moon was bright, this close to the Creeplands… Spawn may be lurking nearby. He fondled the hilt of his sword, his only real means of defence beyond a simple knife for utility work. He had a leather jerkin, but his brown and green flax clothes and leather boots were ill-suited for combat.

And Spawn were notoriously difficult to kill, though fortunately not so hard to drive off. He hoped he would go unnoticed as he found a small spot of shelter, two boulders that were pressed against each other, thus forming a small alcove just below where they butted together. There were no signs they’d moved around recently, so he felt somewhat assured they’d remain still. He slung his brown leather pack off his back and placed it in the deeper reaches of the alcove, and set about making a fire, gathering some wood and some stones. He’d need to keep warm in the night, even if it mean risking unwanted attention.

With some elation, it didn’t take him long to get the fire going, and it burned nice and high, Eret finding plentiful fuel and quality at that. The rays from the setting sun were horizontal now, shining sharp through the trees and creating a surreal striping of honeyed beams and long-cast shadows. It was a little early to start the fire, but he didn’t plan on staying up too long, hoping to get as much out of it as possible, and sleep a little while after it’d gone out. Hopefully nothing would have seen him in that time, so he figured. He didn’t have much to eat, some hard bread and cheap brandy all washed down with a swig from his waterskin.

The fire flickered as a cool breeze swirled around the trees, but where Eret had found himself proved to be reasonably sheltered from the cold wind. He sighed and kept an eye out, fingers tentatively on the hilt of his sword, in the event something found him. In the meantime, he pondered on the circumstances that brought him here. His rumination did not bring him much comfort, mostly personal discontent. How could he have been so foolish as to believe there was buried treasure in a fortress deep within the heart of a forest, the names of either lost to time and never given, respectively.

It was all just… rumour, hearsay, legend even, and nothing particularly revealing, vagaries and suggestions often all he had to go on.

The promise of rich reward and some measure of renown as a successful treasure hunter proved to be more enticing than any amount of common sense he may have had telling him it was foolhardy. He sighed and tapped his foot quietly, until he saw a shadow move ahead of him.

His eyes widened and he jumped to his feet, hand going to his sword. He didn’t call out immediately, not wishing to draw any attention to himself beyond the fire… which now he believed may have been a bad idea. He thought he could keep warm and use it to spot anyone coming his way, as they’d have to come from the front. He scanned the tree trunks and shrubs in his frontal arc, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing. Nothing was moving, and all seemed completely silent.

Silent. There wasn’t even a chirping cricket, the hoot of any owl or any other living creature. Nor was the rustling of leaves in the wind audible.

Now Eret started to worry. He heard frightful rumours about the Dark Lands, and from the edge of the forest, earlier in the day, he was able to spy a dead tree just visible in the distance, standing alone, but close enough to make out the oozing black Creep that choked it. And that was more than close enough for any daring Spawn to wander near, looking for prey.

His hair felt like it was sticking to his scalp, but Eret wasn’t sure if it was from sweat or it just felt like he was, his nerves beginning to get to him.
Another shadow moved, and he draw his sword a little bit from its sheath, the scraping of metal against scabbard echoing briefly through the forest.

“Who’s there?” he challenged, eyes darting back and forth between his flanks, making sure nothing was sneaking up behind him.

But nothing did sneak up behind him… only a shadow moved in front of him, and soon, two glowing blue eyes opened in the gloom, and regarded him coolly, the barest glimpse of a smile visible.

Eret drew his sword fully then, assuming a defensive stance and pointing his blade towards the creature in the dark, gritting his teeth.

“Back! Unless you dare force my hand!” he exclaimed as forcefully as he could, gripping the hilt of his simple sword as tightly as possible. He could feel and hear the roar of blood in his ears as his heartbeat raced. His chest felt tight as it heaved. His nerves were like lightning and his skin prickled as a chill took hold. “Back!”

His response was a cool laugh. Feminine, sultry, rich. The being did not regard him as any threat at all as it neared, more of it coming into the light, Eret picking up an alluring sway to its hips as a womanly figure took shape.

Whatever it — she — was, she possessed voluptuous curves, a blend of slim and curvaceous, with supple thighs and a bountiful rump and chest. She was naked, and clean shaven around her crotch… and everywhere else for that matter on her tall body, save for the head of hair that hung to her waist.

But the lack of any other hair made sense, for her body had an inky appearance, black or a deep purple depending on how the light struck her body.

That wasn’t the only inhuman thing about her, the hair that she did have made of thick strands like silky smooth dreadlocks. The glowing eyes of course were decidedly unnatural, and they regarded him with a deep scrutiny that seemed to strip away his clothes and his flesh and appraise his very spirit. And worming lazily in the air behind her were several oily tentacles that sprouted from her back. There was a smell about her, sweet and a little hard to ignore. Where she stepped, inky ooze crept out across the grass, strangling and coating each blade with the dark substance.

He took a step back, and she took two more towards him. Eret gripped his sword tighter, his knuckles whitening from the tension. His jaw began to hurt from how hard he was clenching it, fear starting to build in him. He couldn’t keep stepping backwards, or he’d be without an escape route. And something about her troubled him, as though his threats were little more than an amusement to her, because he was of little threat to her. Whatever she was, whatever ungodly creation of the Spawn she had to be, she did not seem like the normal treachery.

“Not one step more!” he warned.

“Oh, how frightening,” she answered with a low, sensuous tenor. Her voice was both commanding and seductive, deeply feminine and yet full of might just waiting to be unleashed when needed. She did not fear him. “I suppose you’ll try and gut me with that blade of yours?”

He grimaced, but he had to maintain his composure. Spawn were known for their trickery, he couldn’t lose his cool.

“If I must, I will, demon!”

This prompted her to roll her head back and laugh to the heavens, a haughty sound dripping with mirth.

She looked at him, and he felt his muscles shiver with fear. Those eyes… they felt immensely powerful, in ways he couldn’t quite comprehend.

“You do not have a hope of defeating me like that~” she told him.

Fear and anger seethed within him, and with a shout he charged at the woman, raising his sword and bringing it down in a diagonal arc, hoping to slash her from shoulder to waist, from one side to the other.

But she simply melted into a puddle of black ooze that dropped to the ground, leaving his blade to slash empty air, a fading laugh following like an echo.

The ooze raced between his legs, next to his fire, and rose to form the woman again.

“Really, you Untainted always provide the most delicious spectacles~” she mocked. But now she was by his fire, and not in front of him. He had an opening, perhaps he could outrun this Spawn woman instead of trying to engage her in a fight he did not appear capable of winning. He glanced left, then right, and decided he would make a break for it. To hell with his pack. First, he feinted to the right, before ducking back towards the left and then turning around fully, ready to break into a sprint.

It was a mistake, for the moment he turned his back on the woman, something lashed around his sword arm. It was a slimy tentacle, coiled from his elbow all the way up to his wrist. It was squishy and whilst it squeezed hard it did not crush his limb. Nonetheless its grip was unyielding, and his feet almost slipped out from underneath him. He struggled against the tentacle, and went for his knife with his other hand, hoping to cut the tentacle off him. Before he could, another tendril lashed around his wrist, both hands now immobilised.

He struggled and grunted, trying to resist the irresistible, and this seemed to fill the Spawn with mirth, a mercurial laugh flitting through the air as she watched him, tentacles from her back arched over her shoulders, the ones she had shot forth to entangle around his arms.

“Release me!” he demanded, and this only made her laugh.

“Release you? Why in my Domain would I do that~?”

He paused, and a chill near froze his blood.

“… your domain?” he ventured fearfully, regarding the woman as his campfire reflected orange light off her inky skin.

Her expression was sinister and knowing, and her blue eyes seemed to burn with a sultry fire.

“Yes… my domain~” she reiterated. “And I know what you will ask next; ‘but there are no greater Spawn out here!’… that is true. So think on that, my dear mortal~”

He didn’t think on it, he tried to fight her tendrils, but his arms were helplessly bound, and she was taking steps forward, that sultry sway in her gait only worsening his panic. She was utterly comfortable around him, and two more tentacles snaked forward to wrap around his legs, denying him any chance to kick at her when she was close, pressing against him with an unnatural fluidity, her bust gently squashing against his chest as she sidled up, a hand moving to cup his cheek. It felt dry at first, if incredibly smooth, but a mild moisture soon took hold.

Eret by now was too afraid to speak with her face so close to his and his arms held out to the side where they were of no use. He continued to struggle helplessly, trying to pull away, but she kept him close as her hand slid up the side of his face just that little bit more.

“Such a handsome thing~” she praised as she gently cocked her head, those blue eyes so bright they drowned out anything else around him. Her thumb rubbed against his skin in an arc and brushed against the corner of his mouth, tugging against his lips.

His breathing was hard and fast now, but still he fought against her unyielding tendrils. The wetness against the side of his head seemed to deepen, and it felt warm now. He had no idea what she was up to, but the unfortunate side effect of her devilish beauty and her sultry actions took the form of a stirring in his loins. He tried to combat the feelings, suppress and push it down… but his attempts were thwarted when her other hand flexed its fingers enticingly and moved to grope his genitals through his pants, gently squeezing the member that, until then, was only mildly aroused… and it grew harder to her touch. It brought a smile to her face.

“My my, you are a bold one~” she teased as she brought her face closer to his. He tried to turn away from her, but the hand to the side of his face gripped tighter when he tried, and only loosened when she crushed his attempts to look away… and her eyes were almost hypnotic, it was hard to look anywhere else. His mind was racing and the chill in his blood was replaced with an aroused heat. She laughed gently and brought her hand down lower, leaving a trail of moisture behind until she had a firmer grasp of his head, forcing him to look directly into her eyes with less than an inch of space between their faces. Her breath smelled sweet and heady.

“In my domain, anyone is subject to my rule~” she said with another brush of his lips as he tried to go still. “And soon… you will be a subject under my rule~”

Then, she kissed him.

Eret’s eyes went wide as her lips, supple and moist meshed to his almost perfectly. It was such a shock that his jaw unclenched, letting her tongue slip into his mouth to tease his. The spawn gently worked her jaw as she deepened the kiss, the hand fondling his erecting cock slipping up his body now to gently drape across the back of his head. Muffled groans and grunts of distress left him, but he couldn’t break away from this thieving kiss.

Wherever her tongue roamed, he felt that same moisture; wet, warm, but now he could taste its slimy sweetness. It seemed to tingle him, his lips buzzing with a sensation that translated to pleasure. The Spawn continued to murmur softly into the slow but invasive and domineering kiss. And her tongue… no longer was it satisfied with merely tasting his mouth and teasing where any normal person could reach… it started to go further, lengthening to unnatural degrees with a lecherous coil around his own tongue as it made for his throat.

Eret’s eyes were wide open now, panic overtaking him as her tongue slithered over the bend into his gullet. He thought he would gag, but she was careful and paced, and that seemed to avoid what may have been his only recourse… he could feel it going deeper now, swirling about the walls of his throat in spiralling descent. The way it twisted didn’t make sense; it was coiled around his tongue, yet it was able to taste and probe down his gullet without restriction, as though it was almost… amorphous.

It wormed deeper still, and by this point he was starting to gag and choke, but the tongue’s invasive efforts were not ultimately uncomfortable, too slick and flexible to hurt, but its presence made him shudder and gag, feeling weaker by the moment. He groaned, his eyes now rolling back as the lids drooped. He could feel her saliva filling his mouth, coating everything like a film of oil, but the taste was sweet and the scent was pleasing. He felt the grip on his sword weakening, until he let go fully, the blade dropping to the ground with a thump.

The kiss endured, until she finally sought to give him mercy, pulling away and sliding her seemingly thicker tongue out past his lips completely, over half a foot of inky muscle that now recoiled back into her mouth through gently pursed lips. For a moment it disappeared, and then it slid out just a little to lick her lips from one corner of her mouth to the other, a display that was equal parts erotic and predatory. He gasped when he could, taking in air that had almost been denied to him. His panic returned again, and he looked at the Spawn with a fearful expression… and then he noticed that his lips were coated in an inky black residue.

He felt her hand leave his cheek, but the moisture didn’t lessen with its departure… rather, he felt it creeping ever so slowly across his cheek, as did whatever was left on his lips, slowly coating the inside of his mouth and throat, its pace almost inscrutable, but nonetheless inexorable. He began to panic, but he was pulled to focus on her when she laughed.
“Resist all you wish… you will be mine soon, my dear~”
He wanted to shout at her, even beg her for release as the fear took hold, but he wasn’t given an opportunity, for she used her tentacles to suddenly upend him, laying him down on the grass by the fire.

He struggled, tugging and fighting against her tentacles, especially when she felt a pair curl their tips around the hem of his pants and pull them down, underwear and all. His crotch was exposed, and his traitorous prick stood to attention with an eager bob, uncaring of the plight of the body it was attached to.

The Spawn gave a playful giggle as she saw this, and straddled his thighs, letting his cock bob against her stomach.

“This one is eager~” she mused with an enthusiastic dominance, pleased with her efforts. She brought a hand down and ran a finger across the opening at the tip, eliciting a twitch from his mast. He gasped and looked at her with a fearful expression.

“No, please!” he begged. “What are you doing?!”

“Hush now… all I want to hear from you are moans and gasps~” she admonished teasingly, though she gave him a devious look that said he could beg if he wanted… it would just fall on ears that heard it as a sweet music.

She started to swirl a fingertip around his corona and along the sides of his glans with a soft pressure, barely applying any real force, whilst her other hand moved to slide along his crotch and up his body, slipping it beneath his shirt.

Further along did her hand slide, trailing up and gently gliding fingers along his stomach and then his chest, feeling the contours of his musculature, mild as it was. She was tugging his leather jerkin up with her arm as her hand continued, tentacles moving to help her strip his shirt once her hand came to one of his pectorals, fingers splaying pleasantly across it. His arms were pulled up above his head, and the shirt was slid up and off. His pants and boots followed until he was without shame beneath her, helpless and vulnerable, his struggling a useless gesture.

She seemed to be appraising him now that he was nude, but there was a light in her eyes as though she were confirming what she already knew the moment she laid eyes on him.

“Such a strapping mortal laid before me… and so eager too~” she cooed, trailing a finger across his cockhead again, sending a tiny arc of pleasure up his spine.

“Please, stop!” Eret pleaded, but he wasn’t entirely sure why he kept begging for mercy. She was not going to grant it, not when she had her prey so helplessly ensnared in her grasp. Still, he squirmed, hoping beyond hope that somehow he might gain the upper hand, but all it seemed to do was excite the monster further.

“I wonder if you’re ready for me…” she uttered. A sadistic grin flashed across her face as she lifted her hips slightly, two tendrils reaching down from her back — there seemed to be more now — and planting their tips against either of her puffy labia, peeling them apart to expose her black pussy. There was a thin strip of blue glow right where the two halves of her pussy met, particularly around the entrance to her passage itself… which opened as if alive on its own merit. It stretched and expanded, and let him see within with horror, as the insides were lined with innumerable tendrils, short but lively, writhing about and waiting for any cock to be caught in the glowing blue depths. He started to struggle desperately, but the Spawn only laughed.

“You’re right… that may be too much for you… just yet~”

She then leaned over him, her vulva brushing against his cock, dangerously close to that hellish hole. She was an inch from his face and traced a finger up it, making him shiver.

“And I want to savour you, my dear mortal~” she sat back up with a lusty cackle, licking her lips. “I promise you… it will be a wonderful time~”

Then, she seemingly melted into a pillar of featureless goo, and shifted over him until the woman appeared once more from the mass, only now her supple rump was seated upon his chest, giving him a terrible view of both her slick vulva and a tight anus with a pinprick of blue light in the middle.

She laid atop of him, and with horror he felt those curvy breasts wrap around his cock, slick with a moisture that would prove to be ample lubrication for what she had next in her designs. He tried to squirm, but it was still hopeless, and it only made him tired. Pressure was applied to his girth, the breasts squeezed from either side by her hands, forming an enveloping tunnel of titflesh that felt entirely too good. A chuckle wafted over her body, tormenting his ears.

“Your better part is ever so cooperative~” she said. “You should follow its advice and just… give in~”

He didn’t want to, but it was hard to maintain his composure in such a position, in such a situation. He felt that moisture creeping ever closer to the nearest eye socket, and it was reaching down to his chin as well. In the back of his mind, he recalled a frightful piece of information he heard long ago, about people who fell prey to the Spawn… becoming the Spawn.

He dared not think about the idea, but the way the stuff on his face was spreading…

His thoughts were cut short as a jolt ran up his spine, Eret feeling a wet tongue gently run over the tip of his cock. The jolt turned to a leafy shiver, and then finally an involuntary groan as the Spawn began to pump her chest with slow, deliberate movements, blowing cool air across his tip. Her globes felt wet to the touch, and his cock slowly began to tingle, the malleable nature of her breasts letting them conform to his shape with incredible precision, hugging and enveloping his manhood, her slick skin rolling over his throbbing veins and pressing against his contours.

He gasped, as his penis began to throb in excitement, eager to receive such treatment, betraying every sensible cry inside of his head. Eret wanted to cut it off out of spite, but it… felt too damn good. Not that he could with his arms and legs bound by coiled tentacles, which had slowly snaked further along his limbs until they had wrapped them past his knees and elbows. Another pleasured gasp was ripped from his lips when the Spawn altered her method, grinding one mound up his length and the other towards the base, the reciprocating rubbing making his cock twist from side to side, letting him better feel the nature of her breasts, so soft and plump on the outside, modestly firm and springy on the inside… but something told him she could’ve changed it at any time, to any feeling she wished.

The Spawn changed technique yet again, ceasing the pumping of her breasts and instead repeatedly slapping her globes to the sides of his cock with a quiet, wet clapping. He groaned and arched his back, before her body wrestled him flat again. Another giggle reached his ears, but he couldn’t complain, not without a sound of pleasure escaping from him as those devilish breasts took a hold of his helpless prick. She stopped her clapping, and instead started to move her torso, letting go of her breasts so they would freely glide along his rod with soft, sensuous touches.

As she did this, so too did she start to grind her hips into his chest, rubbing a trail of moisture from her vulva against the top of his sternum. It was a terribly debauched sight, and he had a hard time looking away… a tiny, foolish and disloyal part of him wanted to reach out with his tongue and start licking, but he knew better than to give in… she, however, was not making it easy. He twitched and squirmed, trying to look away from her, but with his head against the ground, he couldn’t look very far… that enticing rear was always in view, always at least inching out of the peripheries of his vision. He whimpered in frustration, before a moan followed when he felt that tongue trail across his glans.

The Spawn chuckled, and she licked his tip again. Slower this time, so she could enjoy the taste of the first bead of precum she wrung from him, curling the tip of her flexible tongue deliberately against the opening, such that she could draw up the entire bead and bring it to her mouth. It made Eret shiver, a sensation he was hardly used to; his experiences with women in an intimate setting were few, and now he was being subject to the delights of this Spawn’s impossibly soft chest, once more pumping her breasts up and down his helpless length. It throbbed gleefully, whilst he moaned in unwitting pleasure.

Her pace quickened, and her tongue danced slowly around his glans, teasing around his corona and up his frenulum whenever his tip peeked out from the top of her cleavage, or she would inflict a moment of constant stimulation against his prick whilst rubbing her breasts around the bottom half of his cock. He felt a pressure in his loins, and with dismay he realised she was going to bring him to orgasm in very short order. He’d never be able to resist if she did. Her breasts were incredible, and with the lubrication she could secrete from her at will — and what precum she didn’t lap up being smeared across his girth from tip to root by her breasts — it was a perfect balance of slickness and friction.

His toes curled and his hands balled into fists as he tried to hold out. But the constant licking to his tip, the most sensitive part, left him feeling constant pangs of stimulation, and it made it impossible to focus. His moans were growing more heated, more erotic as the pleasure wormed its way into his mind like a creeping poison, sapping his fortitude, and causing his defiance to crumble.

Then he felt her lips around his tip, suckling voraciously, tongue swirling in a circle around his glans relentlessly, whilst her breasts wetly pumped his cock, enough that soft, moist smacks as their bottoms collided with his crotch sounded out into the night, over the crackling of the fire and the defeated moans of a hapless human. It was too much for Eret, and with a low, almost strained moan, his body shuddered and his hips bucked harshly, his cock pulsing as he released a surprisingly potent barrage of spurts of his cum into her mouth.

She drank it all down, not even showing a hint of surprise at his orgasm. Her tongue helped guide his ropes of semen into her mouth, and the harsh suction she applied to his tip, along with the change in pumping to her breasts — now slow yet firm — helped wring him out for every drop, like she was milking him. It was an intense experience, one he was unused to, and would never get used to. After a good ten seconds, he was spent, the Spawn releasing his member with a resounding and wet pop, tongue deliberately flicking off the face of his glans as a final parting ‘sting’ of pleasure.

He whimpered as the respite set in, panting whilst he calmed down, and the pressure of her breasts around his cock eased. Eret felt defeated and ashamed, but to his horror, he was not getting soft. His cock rested for a moment, and then it was bobbing again, feeling like it was coated in the same moisture that was spreading ever so slowly across his face, that black stuff creeping over his dick as well. He wanted to escape, but the tentacles around his limps were unyielding, and always shifting slightly like they were feeling him up.

“Please… let me go,” he begged with a weary voice, but his only answer was a haughty, husky chuckle oozing with debauchery.

“Oh, I’m afraid it is too late for that… besides, I am hardly satisfied~ It will take more than that to please me… so much more~”

Eret was horrified; how could he endure more of this Spawn if using her breasts and only her lips and tongue felt that good.
He’d never last, especially with how his body was starting to feel. It wasn’t normal, the heat and tingling delight that arced across his skin wherever that stuff spread. Yet it felt cool on the surface, the warmth he felt more intrinsic.

Then she shifted, sliding backwards until her curvy rump came to rest on his face. Eret only had a chance to yelp before he was silenced by those supple cheeks; they were firmer than her breasts, the layer of softer flesh beneath the inky skin much thinner, less cushion between his face and the much more pliant core within, but it too had just enough softness so as to avoid being unpleasant — and felt worryingly good — which only made the experience worse for Eret; nothing about her felt bad. It was all too tantalising, it made him wish circumstances were different, that he could make love to her without regard. She was perfect.

But he had no such choice; he was prey, she predator, and she was ‘devouring’ him slowly, savouring him to the last. She took hold of his cock with a hand, fingers delicately wrapping around the once-exercised member, thumb gently rubbing across his glans. Whilst her glutes pressed to his face… and her wet mound grazed across his mouth, her ‘lips’ meeting his lips. He groaned, trying to turn away, but the cheeks of her ass gave him no measure of defiance, his face buried between them and forced to feel the gentle grinding of her gash to his mouth.

Her other hand then went to his balls, fondling his jewels with slow, sensual motions; a circular rub with her palms here, a gentle tugging stroke with thumb and index finger held together there, or a full-hand massage that left his testicles feeling wet like his cock and his face.

Much to Eret’s dismay, it was invigorating, his cock bobbing to attention with as much rigidity as it possess before. She crooned as if pleased by this, gently running a palm up his mast and sliding it to the tip, where she gently rubbed in a circular fashion.

“So delightful~” she praised in her teasing tenor.

His hips rose in a slow buck, even this gentle pleasure taking a firm grip of his nerves, but she pushed him down with her hand sliding down his cock, before rising once more to gently rub his prick’s tip with her palm.

“Eager too… you’ve more energy than you expected… but I don’t mind a little vigour~”

She giggled softly, deviously, and curled her fingers inwards to gently stroke their tips up and down a few inches along the top half his length. He gasped involuntarily, and thus, straight into her pussy, an error that he could not take back as sweet-tasting juices trickled into his mouth. It made his tongue tingle, and the urge to start licking twinged in his mind. But he dared not… not when he knew what was inside her.

Between both of the Spawn’s hands, he was once more terribly swollen, his dick eager for another round, regardless of how much energy it drained from its own body. And with this, she cooed appreciatively, giving his glans a loving kiss that made it twitch happily.

“It’s time I had a proper taste~” she stated with as much lust as conceivable, and soon after, he felt the oral petals of her mouth splay over his tip, gently squeezing as they formed a soft seal around his width. Her tongue was there, slowly curling and rolling against his glans, which was still terribly sensitive from the last orgasm, in no small part thanks to her expert massaging.

His balls throbbed in her other hand, and she groped them with a gentle pressure, rolling them about in their sack between her fingers and her cupped palm, whilst the hand to his dick gently pumped his cock, sometimes whole-handed, sometimes with only a few fingers, and often with just her thumb and index finger forming a nice tight ring around his dick. Her lips slid up and down over his tip, from corona to the opening, which her tongue seemed eagerly fixated on. Eret couldn’t help panting, which only made him ingest more of her aroused juices.

It was almost intoxicating, the sweet aroma that her nethers gave off and the pleasant flavour of her pussy, all readily adapted to make anybody lose their nerve, and crush their will with an enticing offer. It didn’t help that she still rolled her hips slowly and carefully against his mouth, tugging and pushing against his lips.
The temptation was too much, and with a defeated whimper, he unfurled his tongue and started licking, tracing the flesh between her inner labia whilst her outer labia rubbed and splayed across his face, a roll of her hips forward allowing his tongue to prod at her clitoris, firm and erect against his tongue and sometimes his lower lip whenever she pushed particularly firmly against him.

She seemed to moan in delight, vibrations thrumming against his glans, her tongue’s slow, fluid motions adopting a sharper, more focused wriggling to different spots as a result. It made Eret buck a second time, but she didn’t let him push further into her mouth. That was her decision. And unfortunately for him, she decided it was time to take in more of his girth, lips sliding down his coated, throbbing flesh, enveloping him within the soaked warmth of her mouth. Then, she started to retreat, but only back to his corona, her lips, now more tightly sealed, tugging against the underside of his cockhead’s ridge.

She repeated this, but added a twist — literally — by gently reciprocating her head from side to side, making it feel like a zig-zagging spiral against his cock. And little by little, she took more of him inside of her impossibly wet mouth. Her tongue attacked every inch that it could find, licking either broadly across his skin, or more focused, tracing the contours of his veins or the underside of his corona. All the while her hand would pump what length was left to her, until it had to slide away with fingers trailing against his skin to allow her lips to press to his crotch, like a kiss.

She stayed there for a moment, whilst Eret lapped languidly at her pussy, seeing no other course and lost to the temptation, perhaps thinking it was some petty revenge. But the focus for him was on the pleasure around his cock, which only intensified when she restarted her fellatio in full, sliding her lips from his root back to the corona, and down again, going straight or adding a twist with her head. Sometimes she tilted his cock and slid down it at an angle. Other times, she turned her head so his glans would go into her cheek, rubbing against the soft flesh within and bulging out one side of her mouth.

But she mostly maintained a straight approach, or added a spiralling motion to her lips, nevertheless leaving him to arrive at the same destination; inside of her tight throat, the walls of her gullet hugging his rod and rippling unnaturally, adding yet another layer of stimulation that marked this experience as wholly inhuman. Eret groaned, and he gasped whenever she moaned, for it made her entire mouth buzz with vibration against his penis, particularly when his tip was deep within her throat, subject to the endless thrumming of her walls.

He began to squirm again, but his struggles were timid and without much energy. He was starting to feel drained… but not so drained that he couldn’t manage a forceful buck here and there, her free hand always pushing him down whilst the other tormented his jewels with an expert touch, fingers rolling and sliding about his scrotum, gently twisting it one way and then the other with an added fondling that only seemed to invigorate his cock. He felt a pressure in his loins slowly building again, and he knew that he was going to be forced to climax inside of her mouth, which was now bobbing fast enough to produce an erotic wet noise.

Then, she stopped, giving him momentary respite… but only momentary, for he let out a shocked, terrified gasp when he felt that tongue of hers suddenly coil like a snake around his cock, from root to tip, with only small gaps in between each loop. The tip of her tongue gently rubbed to the base of his manhood, before her lips retreated… but her tongue remained, the Spawn’s oral folds sliding with a gentle ripple against his exposed skin over the coils of her tongue. She let go with her lips, but this only left her tongue to take over, starting to either twist in a reciprocating manner or pump up and down.

He felt the gaps between her coils vanish whenever she tugged up towards his tip, and form once more when her tongue slipped down to his root. It was a sensation he’d never even conceived before, and it felt heavenly, yet terrifying given the circumstances. It was like neither oral or the work of a hand, parts of both but wholly unique. And the way she would sometimes throw in some different stimulation into the mix only made it more intense, sometimes wriggling the entire length of her tongue around his girth or squeezing tightly as if to keep him from climaxing too quickly.

No longer was he lapping at her pussy now, gritting his teeth or opening his mouth to release a pleasured moan that he could not hold in.

Her tongue slithered further, and made a cradle of wrapped muscle for his balls, licking and stroking them, her hand moving away for a moment to let her tongue do what it desired. The lecherous muscle squeezed and tasted his scrotum, juggled the orbs within and tugged where sack met with his cock.

The pleasure was too much, it was nothing like Eret had ever felt before. The worst part was he sensed her calculated easing of stimulation, ensuring he wasn’t going to blow so soon, carefully bringing him closer to climax but leaving him on the precipice. He could not help whimpering at this, he wanted to beg for release at this point, to be allowed to climax, release his load, so that this simultaneously heavenly and hellish torment could come to an end, but this beastly woman had other designs, keeping him within an ecstatic purgatory.

Her tongue retreated back to only coil around his rod, stroking and pumping it slowly, her hand returning to cradle his slicked testicles, fondling and stroking down the hanging sack with a gentle stimulation. Then he felt her lips press to his tip, and he knew it was going to be all over soon. It didn’t take her long to drop down his length, his penis enveloped in the warm embrace of her mouth whilst her tongue continued to undulate and rub about his girth. He felt the tongue bunch together towards his tip, then stretch out to his root… or sometimes the opposite, running a length of tongue straight against the underside of his member whilst most of the coils collected at his root.

Thereafter she maintained a simple ceaseless pumping of his cock, and gliding her lips over both his cock and the coils that had entrapped it. More than that, he felt her muscle wrap around his girth from root to tip so that even when his member was plunged into her throat, to be enclosed on all sides by her gullet, her tongue was still there. Or it wouldn’t be, wrapping from glans to base and concentrating her tugging muscle around his root whenever his tip was buried in her rippling throat.

The pressure in his loins was building to a bursting point. He was rapidly approaching climax, there was no stopping it, not between her luscious lips as they slid up and down his cock and her inhuman tongue pumping him with lusty vigour, a fellatio like no other. He moaned into her mound, lips brushing against her clit and prompting a quick burst of pleasured vibrations through her body and mouth, and into his cock. That was the final straw, all that was needed to send him over the edge.

A loud, beleaguered moan was strung from his mouth, and his hips bucked with fading power into her mouth, rope after rope of thick semen drawn into her hungry maw. The moment he came, the Spawn plunged to his root, and began to suckle hard, tongue relentlessly pumping up and down his rod whilst the suction she applied took all of his seed. He was shuddering now, the orgasm intense and euphoric, much to his mixed delight and dismay.

It had to come to an end at some point, and so he would collapse beneath her, going limp with a final dribble of cum. Her tongue wrung him from root to tip one last time, and lapped up the residue left on his manhood. Her throat convulsed around his tip, and with one last moan, she finally let him go, a wet, luxurious and erotic pop and sigh finding his ears as his girth was exposed to the cool night air, though he felt the fire’s heat upon one side of his still slick cock. He felt more of that moisture-laden substance creeping across his crotch now, and he feared what it foretold.

He was also given a chance to properly breath, the Spawn rolling her hips forward and leaving a trail of semi-transparent moisture behind on his chest and mouth. She melted into a featureless mass once more, and once more reformed as her bewitchingly, terribly beautiful self, straddling his crotch and trapping his still erect member between her glutes, his cock refusing to soften now and feeling harder than ever… it tingled too, as did the skin around his face where that slowly encroaching moisture left its mark.

She reached forward and trailed a dry finger gently along his jawline.

“That was truly delicious, mortal~” she praised, an alluring compliment that only seemed to buoy his spirits when it should not have. He should’ve still reviled this woman, and he was still deathly afraid of her… but his body was burning with need now, he never felt more aroused than he did now, and that terrified him. More and more of him was betraying him out of a need for greater pleasures, not helped by her gently grinding her glutes against his cock.

But when she adopted a wicked grin, and rolled her hips just enough to present her pussy, his fear returned in full.

“I think it’s time we finished this, my lovely Untainted friend~” she uttered with an evil tone, and reached down to spread her labia and once more reveal the hellish depths she possessed, stretching her entrance and showing off the forest of writhing, grasping tendrils within, just eager to attack any penis that found itself trapped inside… which, soon, would be his.

She lifted herself, a tentacle from her back grasping his cock to ensure it remained aligned when the Spawn elevated her hips and brought her mound down to ‘kiss’ his tip with her inky labia. It also gave him a chance to see what had become of his throbbing member, coated in a slick film of inky black residue that seemed to gradually spread across his crotch. A simmering stimulation sunk into his flesh wherever it touched, and it seemed to grow stronger wherever the substance lingered the longest.

She slowly rubbed her mound to his tip, letting her labia splay to either side of his glans, hugging his cockhead with a supple grip, wet and warm. Ever was she teasing him, biting her lower lip seductively. He wanted to escape from her, knowing what awaited him, but her tentacles had an unyielding grip upon him, his limbs held to the side and keeping him contained as he started to thrash.

“No, not there!” he exclaimed, tugging on her restraining tentacles, but she only laughed in response.

“I do love how you squirm~” she purred, slowing her efforts just a little to emphasise her teasing… but respite was not to be his any longer, as she began to take him inside.

She was tight, terribly so, her labia seemingly clasping around him with a soft grip, but nothing as tight as the way her pussy clamped down around him, the first inch or so of her depths lined with highly textured walls that rubbed against his sensitive member. But before long, he felt the edge of the writhing forest within her passage, and his squirming intensified, a helpless struggle that would not see him any freedom. Her teasing laughs turned to gentle moans as she dropped deeper onto his rod, impaling herself and stretching her walls. His cries of protest turned to strangled moans as the tightness scoured his tip, but they would also turn to breathless gasps as he was plunged deeper into the mess of tendrils in her depths.

It was horrendous in how good it felt, the stimulation too intense for him to focus on anything else… and even what he felt for that matter. His nerves were being overloaded with stimuli, dozens upon dozens of tiny tendrils of varying lengths either wrapping around his cock or attacking his sensitive skin, tracing the veins and the contours, curling against his flesh or digging their tips into the underside of his corona, a most sensitive area. His glans was raked mercilessly, and the opening at the tip was teased with probing touches.

His body began to writhe as the spawn nestled atop of his crotch, his prick buried to the hilt inside of her, the majority of it at the mercy of those writhing feelers. His back arched, and he tugged on the tentacle restraints that held him beneath this hellish woman. His toes curled, his fingers flexed, and his eyes were wide open but curled upwards, husky breaths constantly ripped from his open mouth.

Then she started to move again, and a choked gasp was ripped from his throat. With a rising and falling, she rode him slowly, taking him to his tip and briefly sparing him the ecstatic torture of her tentacle laden depths, before plunging down and subjecting him to the irresistible pleasure that laid within, all with walls that clenched possessively around him. She was slow at first, her hips rolling with a hypnotic grace, her back undulating with a fluidity many races couldn’t match. Her glutes and thighs met his crotch with a gentle sound, whereupon he would let out a whimpering cry as those tendrils assaulted his cock in earnest.

She leaned over him a little, the Spawn’s breasts jiggling and shifting with her movements as she made him hers. He felt her hands slide up across his torso, and come to rest upon his pectorals, fingers splayed across the muscles. Her hair hung down around her head, perfectly framing her face as they draped down either side of his, leaving him nowhere else to look. She breathed luxuriously, heated breaths of dominant lust leaving her and filling Eret’s air with an alluring scent.

Her eyes were hypnotic, and with her long hair framing his head, he had nowhere else to look except down. Down towards his crotch, where her body, flexible and erotic to behold, rose and fell upon his cock. She put a gentle twist to her hips as they moved, pushing his member into her walls, and more firmly into the mess of tendrils that eagerly attacked his cock whenever it came upon those depths. In many directions did her twisting stir his prick, and against every side of her passage was his length pushed against, leaving no part of him untouched.

There was a lusting look on her face, both domineering and yearning. Eret wasn’t sure what the Spawn was yearning for, but he was terrified; her pussy was too much for any human to bear, and he could already feel himself nearing a climax, and they’d only been going for a little bit like this. He tried to look away, but the hypnotic undulating of her torso and the jiggling of her breasts made it impossible to ignore what was going on. Eroticism surrounded him, and her eyes… they were so easy to get lost in.

Then Eret looked down and saw where her hands were pressed to his chest… and spied an inky film slowly creeping across his pectorals, coating him in a black residue that made his skin tingle wherever the stuff covered. His eyes widened in panic, seeing as it was moving faster than he had felt the stuff on his crotch and face creep before. It was spreading across his chest, and faster from his crotch, the simmering tingle he felt before deepening into a dully burning pleasure.

Between his panic and the inconceivable pleasure he felt, Eret began to struggle, buck, writhe and arch his back, crying out in terror and pleasure, but this only seemed to make the stimulation more intense, and please the demonic woman atop of him, unholy but erotic laughter filtering from her lips as she licked them.

“You are mine~” she asserted. “Just give in to the pleasure… a wondrous world awaits you~”

He didn’t answer, just fixing her with a terrified expression that was constantly contorted by her stimulation. The slime was creeping down his legs now, and he could feel it seeping into his anus. It was starting to spread deeper into his body, and further afield. Eret was about to cry out, to plead with her, but he couldn’t muster the words, not when the ecstasy was curtailing his mind, his sense of focus, and not when she began to pick up the pace.

When their bodies collided, a sloppy, wet clap resounded, and his breathy gasps of pleasure seemed to please the Spawn atop of him. His struggling was erratic, sometimes meek and timid, other times strong and desperate, and at others exhausted and defeated. His fear was much the same, sometimes burning in his eyes, and then overridden by the pleasure and the euphoria. But he knew that creeping ooze was something dreadful, and he was afraid of what her words meant. But he was helpless beneath her.

The pleasure reached a peak, and with a strangled cry, he bucked into her womanhood, releasing a potent load of hot seed into her depths, tendrils drawing it up and taking it deeper. His body spasmed in orgasm… but it wasn’t the end. She kept going, faster even, not giving his prick time to rest, even after it stopped releasing its load. Yet, already it bobbed with need, throbbing inside of her hellish depths whilst his balls, now coated in the stuff, seemed to churn. He felt the warmth inside of him, and it seemed to be encouraging his body to produce a fresh load immediately.

Panic consumed him, terrified he was going to be fucked to death, but he couldn’t plead with her, for her hair came to life and wrapped around his head like tentacles in their own right. With his head now firmly trapped, she was able to wrap her arms around him, one snaking around his torso, the other around his neck to gently grasp his jawline on the opposite side, leaving him vulnerable to her invasive kiss, her long tongue unfurling first and plunging deep into his throat before her lips even met his, meshing aggressively.

He gagged as he was silenced, feeling her breasts squash to his chest, slick and wet. He was struggling erratically now, flailing his lips helplessly against the restraints of her tentacles, whilst feeling every part of her grow wet and rub wet residue off upon his body as hers rubbed against him, continuing her debauched ride. A garbled scream entered her mouth, but she only moaned in response.

That stuff was covering him more now. Pleasure burned across his body, and he felt it change… seeping deeper into his flesh, starting to permeate his being. Where it first graced his body, he slowly stopped feeling it… instead feeling through it, as though it were now part of him, but he couldn’t discern anything but her touch and the intoxicating pleasure that infected him. Her hips continued to roll, her spine continued to undulate, and ecstasy filled them both.

He felt the ooze reach one of his eyes, and spread across it. There was some discomfort at first, and he closed his eyelid, but it didn’t stop the stuff from spreading. It crept deep, and spread across his eye. His vision seemed to change after some initial blurring and blinding… then things seemed brighter. He could feel it spreading throughout the socket, and going deeper. It started going up his nose, and further down his throat thanks to her invasive kiss.

His struggling was chaotic now, he could feel that stuff covering his body everywhere, spreading out from every point of contact between her body and his. And he could feel it seeping deeper, seemingly hooking its influence into his muscles, spreading throughout his flesh, reaching his bones. His fingers spasmed erratically as the ooze coated them, his toes a similar tale. And the pleasure… between her relentless riding and the invasive kiss, the Spawn’s efforts were breaking his will down with little effort.

The dam inside of him collapsed and he came again, bucking hard into her body, releasing ropes of his seed straight into her body, but still she did not stop and still did his body continue to work for her, as though it were betraying its own limits. The ecstasy was intolerable, he thought he was going to go crazy. He could barely hear the slapping of her hips upon his as she rode him, a roar inside his head from an unknown source drowning out everything. Was it the rushing of blood as his heart beat ever faster and faster? Or was it some final part of his body imploring him to resist.

He couldn’t, the struggling of his body now the result of overwhelming pleasure inducing spasms akin to a seizure. He felt that stuff sinking into every fibre of his body, pleasure burning him everywhere. He felt it inside him, the creeping ooze in his throat having reached his gut, his innards coated after the inexorable spread invaded his body from his nether regions and more. His nipples burned with pleasant sensitivity whenever hers rubbed against them. He could feel the stuff seeping into his ears… it was over his brain now. It was everywhere and the pleasure was everywhere.

Eret could feel himself nearing another orgasm. Some tiny, lingering part of him with some measure of sanity told him it would be his last, though why… it had no answers for that. Even the fear felt distant now, everything but the pleasure and desire of the Spawn atop of him. It was like her tentacles had invaded his body, changing him from within and without. He gurgled a moan as her tongue continued to taste his throat, its dexterity allowing it to wrap around his own further back along the monstrous muscle’s length.

The end was coming soon, he could feel it… only a tiny patch around his other eye remained unchanged, and it was half-lidded and the eyeball itself had rolled upwards in its socket. The ooze was closing in around it, and the rest of his body was completely covered, the ooze seeping into his body to the core. His spasms had reduced to endless, shallow shivers as the finale drew near.

And then, with one final slam of her hips down upon his, both Eret and the Spawn came; he shot a final, still potent load deeper into her body, and she splashed thick viscous fluids of her orgasm across his groin. The creeping ooze found his eye, and in a single moment of mind-bending bliss, he had been completely taken by it. There was nothing, but the ecstasy, and her.

It was a kaleidoscope of sensations, pleasures and ecstasies and a myriad of visions danced in his mind as though he were seeing it with his own eyes. It felt like he had melted, and found himself floating in an ethereal abyss, his very soul made malleable and porous, letting all these delights infect and change him to the very core. It felt… wonderful.

Then everything suddenly came together in sharp focus. A sense of substance returned to him, his surroundings became familiar, and he felt his body again. It was his body, it felt as he knew it… yet now it felt like something more. Something better.

He sat up, and examined himself; his body was now an inky black complexion, dully glistening in the light of his fire. Things seemed brighter though, like the darkness had passed, yet he could make out the moon, still high in the sky. Everything seemed to possess a new crisp clarity, and he noticed things more than before. The subtle flutter of individual leaves touched by the wind, the tiniest pinprick beam of moonlight flickering as the canopies rustled in the nightly zephyrs.

His skin tingled pleasantly, but it did not seem like a distraction. He felt… energised, strong, yet he should’ve been exhausted after what he’d just endured. Instead, it seemed to fill him with desire. That something like that was bliss he couldn’t simply pass up the next chance he got. Especially now that he would be able to better experience the ecstasies Sehraa had to offer.

Sehraa? Yes, that was the Spawn’s name. The Spawn. Goddess of them all, claiming dominion over the Dark Lands that were hers to rule. It all came to Eret, as though from a far away source, yet one that ever had a subtle connection to his mind, bridging him with something far greater than he, yet only ever offering him guidance. He understood. He was Eret, but now he had been reborn… or rather, improved and strengthened. He still felt as he was… he still felt himself.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” came a soft, sensual voice, one he recognised and now knew better than ever. He turned to see the Spawn — the Goddess Sehraa — leaning up against one of the boulders, tentacles hugging around the rock and out of the way. He remembered what she did, but there was no malice inside of him… only desire and reverence. She was his Goddess, and she had brought him into something new and wonderful.

“Y-Yes,” he stammered, rising to his feet. He was still nude, as was she, and even now Eret felt a little self-conscious, but also drawn to her. This felt… nice. He stepped towards her and gave her a thankful bow. “I’ve never felt like this before…”

He felt a tentacle press to his chin and tilt his head up to look upon her. She beckoned him with a finger, and he strode forward until she grasped his chin in a delicate hold. It made him shiver. To be this close to the Goddess… it was an immense privilege.

“I do not want to destroy who you are, Eret,” she stated, revealing she now knew his name — as she did all her subjects — and that erasing his being was never her aim. “I only intend to bring those who linger in my domain into the fold… to share in lustful peace~”

He knew her words were true. He had a connection to a collective consciousness, and it told him all he needed to know.

“I… thank you,” he said, attempting to bow again, thwarted by the delicate hold of her fingertips to his chin.

She grinned, and curled her fingers inwards against the bottom of his jaw, bringing him closer until her hands wrapped around him in an embrace, and brought him into a kiss. He submitted immediately, though he snaked his own hands around her body. He tried to wrestle with her muscle, but it was no use; he had no experience in his improved body, there was no chance he could defeat another like him with a few months experience on him, let alone Sehraa herself.

But already he took her delving tongue with lustful ease, gagging never and moaning in delight as Sehraa’s tongue probed about in his throat. It was a disarming kiss, but it was brief, as she let go with a pop, slipping her inky tongue back into her mouth, gliding it across his before she was able to speak again.

“How about one last bit of fun before we part ways~” she suggested, though from the Goddess, it was never merely a suggestion. And who could refuse her?

Before he even finished nodding, she had spun him around, pressing his back against the boulder, and immediately squashed her voluptuous rump against his crotch. She started to grind slowly, and it didn’t take long for his penis to grow erect; it could take a whole lot more punishment now, and he was eager to see how much it could take in this new form. It seemed a little bigger now, about an inch longer and just that little bit girthier… which brought Eret a certain amount of extra pride.

Her movement was hypnotic to witness, especially as she started to grind her glutes from the root of his throbbing member all the way to his tip, Eret watching her hips roll fluidly, her body as mercurial as her sensual voice. Oily precum already beaded at the tip and dribbled down his length, caught by her sliding cheeks and smeared across his rod and her mounds both. Her motions were smooth, practised, perfect.

She turned to look at him, her flexible body giving her little trouble. She smacked one of her glutes and encouraged him to grab hold. He did so happily, but he did not do more than grope and let his fingers sink into her pliant mass. She was in charge now, and he was going to enjoy himself. Sehraa felt lovely to touch though… to squeeze her flesh, to run his hands across her supple rump, to caress her thighs as she slid up and down his throbbing prick… this was a true delight.

He shivered as she altered the method, grinding against him with another twist, bending his dick one way, then the other, making a vague but sensuous circular motion against his manhood. Then she stopped, and wiggled her hips from side to side against him vigorously, slapping the insides of her glutes against his cock, before she returned to her lusty grinding. More precum dribbled from his tip, and his inky cock began to throb with need. He felt the pressure in his loins building again; another climax was nigh.

Sehraa knew it too, licking her lips and biting the lower with a seductive chuckle. She didn’t need to go too fast to bring him to the edge. She had more than just power at her command, but a bottomless well of sexual talent, and she exploited it to the logical extremes.

“Don’t hold back now… I have a surprise for you, if you don’t take too long~” she said with a playful tease.

A surprise? If that was the case, he had no reason to hold back… not that he was too much. But now, he let himself go, and the pressure in his loins built to the bursting point, and with a moan and a buck of his hips, he thrust forward and released a thick load of dark-coloured cum, shooting viscous ropes across the goddess’ luxurious rump, that were soon after absorbed into her malleable body. It was a lengthy climax, longer than what his human body could have achieved before hand.

She slowed down, and gave him a chance to relax with a pleasured sigh. Finally, Sehraa pulled away, leaving his throbbing cock to bob needily; he wasn’t nearly done, he wanted that surprise… but what was it?

He got his answer when she turned around and caressed his cheek, before pulling him away from the boulder. She moved past him, and when he turned around, he saw a sight he’d never forget; Sehraa was pressed against it, bust squashed against the stone as the firelight flickered across her body, whilst she slowly moved her hips with an enticing sway, two of her tentacles slithering back to part her cheeks and expose her anus.

“We haven’t used this yet… and I think you deserve the lead, after being such a delectable convert~”

His heart leapt with joy, and he wasted no time save for a reverent ‘thank you’ to the Goddess before he moved forward and grasped her glutes, her tentacles moving away to let him have the initiative. Though now that he was behind her, he saw no reason to be too quick… he could enjoy himself a little. He fondled her cheeks, massaging and squeezing each, spreading them and sinking his fingers into their malleable forms. He had an urge to take his tongue to her sphincter, but he knew the Goddess’ time was limited. She had her own things to do.

So he hoped he would have another chance someday, and instead opted to slap her glutes gently with the head of his cock, one hand grasping it near the base and drumming the glans across her bouncy cheeks, one after the other, or grinding it slowly, just enjoying the supple feel of her pliant skin against his member. She moaned softly, and Eret took that a sign that he was doing no wrong. But he couldn’t resist getting closer, taking a hold of her hips and pushing his crotch into her rump, and slowly grinding, humping her with the pace of treacle.

He was just… enjoying the eroticism of it, feeling her rump conform to his body, his erect mast like a roller against her doughy glutes. Her flesh was pliant on the outside such that it felt like each cheek was hugging his dick. More, both of them started to secrete a thin film of moisture, which provided ample lubrication. His sighs mixed with hers, and he could feel a connection to his goddess.

He wanted that connection to deepen.

He pulled his hips back whilst keeping a firm grip upon hers, and without hands, he aligned his tip with her pucker, prodding it with his swollen glans. Another sigh left Sehraa’s lips, and a moan left them both when Eret finally made the push, stretching her tight entrance with his tip until his glans slipped inside, a tiny jerk forward as her sphincter closed over his corona. She was slick inside, not like a human. Yet it was even tighter than her pussy, her ass clenching like a vice around his invading penis. It was effort to push forward even with lubrication.

But damned if he wasn’t enjoying himself. The tightness was amazing, and his new form was more than capable of enduring and enjoying what Sehraa had to offer… though he knew if she so wished, she could obliterate his mind with bliss all over again. Temporarily at least. For now, he simply focused on pushing inside until he couldn’t go in any more, his hips pressing to her slick yet velvety glutes, squashing her rump down as he inserted himself as deep as he could manage.

A luxurious sigh left her lips, and a gentle gasp left his. He stayed like this for a moment, feeling her tightness, and a gentle series of soft contractions, like a slow ripple from root to tip. He bit his lower lip, and started to pull back out, until her sphincter squeezed tightly just behind his corona, making it impossible to retreat all the way. Just as Sehraa no doubt liked it. He groaned, but laughed after; they would finish when she was ready.

He pushed in again, going a little faster, then pulled back with the same pace, and again until he had a steady, firm rhythm going, thrusting with enough force to gently clap against her rump. Her moans mixed with his gasps, and it sounded sweet to his ears. She pushed off the face of the boulder a little, and let her breasts hang free. He had to shuffle backwards and halt his thrusting for a moment, especially when she started grinding her rear into his crotch.

She looked over her shoulder and grinned with a lick of her lips.

“What… tiring already~?” she teased with a gentle flash of her eyes.

His eyes dully flashed in return, though he did not feel any direct influence from her. But her words did put a smile on his face.

“Not even close~” he answered her, as he started thrusting again, halting her gentle gyrations and making her moan. He felt pleased, and angled himself so his thrusts hit with an upwards angle.

Her tentacles started to slither around him, gently holding onto him, though he knew it was just another message; he wasn’t leaving until he was done. He’d gladly oblige, attacking from different angles before settling on a straight assault once more. Though he did slide his hands sensuously up from her hips and along her sides, tracing the gentle curves of her slender but voluptuous frame, across her waist and then to her chest… sliding his hands around to take hold of a breast in each hand, massaging them with gentle squeezes.

He was bent over her a little now, groping and thrusting away. She undulated her back, and he watched her spine bend with fluid motions, and felt her anus kink around his cock, only adding to the intense stimulation. He went faster now, both he and Sehraa more than able to handle a little roughness. Her moans grew sweeter, and his more strained. He could feel a powerful pressure in his loins, greater than what he felt when he was human. He was nearing an orgasm, and it was going to be his strongest yet.

“Sehraa… I am…” he began to warn between lusty pants, but a tentacle pressed to his lips.

“I know~” she said with a teasing giggle. “Let it all out~”

How could he resist that? She was too good. She felt too good. His thrusts grew faster for the finale, but more erratic as well. He could feel his balls slapping against her vulva, coating themselves in her arousal. Eret was mere moments away from the second climax as a Spawn and he was entirely enamoured.

It crashed over him like an avalanche of emotions and feelings, more than the physical, and more than he felt before. A loud cry of ecstasy was ripped from his mouth, and with a final, harsh thrust, he hilted himself inside of the crushing depths of Sehraa’s ass. He jerked his hips short and sharp, releasing rope after gooey rope inside of her.

Sehraa moaned aloud too, a sweet cadence that accompanied the soft shuddering of her body as she too experienced orgasm, splashing juices against his thighs and his balls. Her tentacles tightened around him, holding him in place like a dominant embrace, forced to endure the repeated clenching of her anus as she milked his load for every drop.

And in this moment, Eret felt a connection… he could see visions of her antics, of the people she had corrupted and brought into the fold, of men and women spasming violently in ecstasy, entire villages succumbing to her might and basking in the bliss and peace she brought. Of beings who once feared her, now realising what life under her meant… freedom.

At last, he calmed down, and laid atop of her panting. But Eret was Spawn now, and it didn’t take long for him to recover. Sehraa, however, recovered instantly. She let him lay atop of her for a little while, gently massaging her breasts, letting the supple flesh spill into the gaps between his digits, gently rolling her nipples about with his fingers. But eventually their time had to wind up, her tentacles pulling him free of her, with not a drop spilling from her.

She turned around and faced him, cupping his cheek in her hand.

“I know all about you Eret… a young adventurer like you will fit in well in my land… after all, it is now before you, with its sensual treasures and erotic perils just waiting~ You will find your place… now, farewell~”

With that — and a parting kiss on the lips — she melted into the ground, leaving no trace of her. But Eret could sense the veins of Creep beneath the ground, spreading out further than what crept across the land on the surface. She no doubt joined with one… and was anywhere in the Dark Lands now. Off to enjoy her empire or to prey on anyone hapless enough to wander into her, like he had.

He sighed, and stood straight by the fire, basking in its warmth and its glow. His cock still felt moist, but now it had softened, no longer needed. He still felt so many things he didn’t as a human, and he could sense things too… that connection to the rest of the Spawn, telling him things when he needed the answer, understanding what he was now. Still, part of him did miss his old self… then something came to him.

He concentrated, and with a modicum of exertion, he felt his skin tingle like it was rippling and turning over, though he felt no pain. The inky complexion started folding, and spreading out from patches all over him, as though the corruption were reversing, was gently sun-tanned skin. He felt the change cross over his eyes, and he knew their colour had reverted. He felt his hair grow less individually thick and more fibrous.

And soon, Eret was once more… human. At least, on the outside. And on the inside, in some respects. He still felt himself, only better. He knew he could leave the Dark Lands, with permission, though he would have to forgo the powers of the Spawn. The changes and the delights that could be found within the Goddess’ domain as well.

He laughed; he’d come here for renown, and for fortune. He wasn’t about to go home now, especially when he knew his home lay just within the borders of the Dark Land’s full extent. He looked around for his clothes, and got dressed, finding his pack and dousing the fire; the night was drawing on but it still had hold over the land. But he no longer needed the rest and he could see just fine.

After all… he had some ruins to find, and a fortune to claim. Maybe there would be other hidden treasures deeper in the Dark Lands, behind all manner of pleasures…

Eret was giddy at the thought.

THE END