Doomed

As horrible as this was, the stimulation was getting to her. It made her let out a gasp between distressed whimpers, and her body responded, her nipples erecting, and her clitoris also hardening as arousal was forced into her by the beasts sloppy licking.

It continued to worm its tongue between her thighs, its constant slimy rubbing only working her up further. It wasn't fighting her, it didn't need to fight her, and so it was free to taste her how it pleased... and it seemed intent on making her feel something in return.

The musky cocktail she was smelling didn't help things, the aroma now seeming terribly masculine and lusty, and it was arousing her for reasons she couldn't understand.

Even the sound of its invasive, sloppy licking was obscene to her ears, and yet it too added to the mixture of things that further enhanced her own arousal, the sloppy noises and low guttural growls conjuring abstract memories in her mind, memories she still could not place or put imagery to... only that they seemed to excite her.

It was all very confusing, but when she felt its tongue twist itself so it could align with her entrance, and push inside with little consideration to her readiness, she let out a panicked, surprised cry.

"What are you doing!?" she exclaimed, though her voice was soon broken into a shuddering moan, the muscle twisting deep and stretching her walls, but with how squishy the tongue was, it did so with no discomfort, and only served to stimulate.

She couldn't help the stimulated whines that left her mouth, her walls reflexively clenching around the invading tongue, but she also felt that relaxation, letting the muscle delve deep, until it had filled out the majority of her canal.

Stuffed full of the squirming, twisting, squishy muscle, Diana whimpered, but her body responded with pleasured tingles. It was horrible, and yet... her despair wasn't as strong as it should've been. She panted softly, but she couldn't muster much in the way of disgust, the slimy muscle proving to feel very good. And that was having an effect on her, Diana feeling a rising sense of pressure inside her. She was being drawn to orgasm, despite every part of her thinking she shouldn't.

Here this beast was raping her with its tongue, and not only was her body responding to the tantalising pleasure, but in her inability to struggle and her utter lack of understanding of this world, she couldn't help but focus on the pleasure.

The soft moans from her lips turned more shrill as the monster's tongue work intensified, seemingly eager to drive her over the edge. She could feel herself starting to quiver, and she could feel it push more of its muscle into her body.

She accommodated the sizeable tongue with unexpected ease; it filled her, stretched her, but her womanhood seemed to feel like it had taken such things before.

Vague memories resurfaced, of private 'moments' she had in secret, with objects she had fashioned in secret, styled after some taboo desire that, again, she couldn't remember coherently... yet the musk she smelled reminded her of it.

The sloppy slurping of the monster as it violated her with its tongue was getting to her, the obscenity seemingly wearing down her own terror.

Her whimpers were laden with pleasure, Diana panting against the rock wall she was pressed against, doing her best to keep herself from pushing up against the rough, sharp surface.

In time, the monster's efforts proved too much for her, and with a shrill cry, she shuddered spasmodically, her walls rippling around the tongue which now thrust and lashed about inside her as if to intensify her orgasm.

It certainly prolonged it, if for only a few seconds more, but each felt like an eternity.

Only once her body couldn't keep shaking, did the creature stop. It could've kept going, tortured her without respite. But slowly, she felt its tongue pull free of her pussy, dying quivers tugging at it as it slipped out and rolled up the cleft of her rump, making her wince.

Panting, she did her best to recover from that experience, but her body still felt hot and needy, her arousal not abating.

How could she remain aroused? After that violation, and now that her doom was likely at hand, since the creature had its fun.

She let out a sniffle, but she wasn't sure if it was the oral rape she'd just endured, or the imminent death she believed was now upon her, that made her despair.

But again, Diana realised she was too hasty with her assumptions, feeling the beast slide one of its clawed hands up her sides, and then tug her backwards by the one still on her hips.

She let out a shout as she was repositioned, forced onto her hands and knees, the hand further up her body keeping her from slamming her torso and face into the ground. Ironically enough, the layer of dust on the relatively smooth floor of the crevice proved a softer surface than the rocky wall she had leaned up against.

But this time, she felt its body loom over her, both a shadow and a heat passing over her back as it crawled forward, its body angled slightly because of its somewhat shorter from arms, and Diana immediately realised its intentions... especially when she felt a thick, tapered penis slide up between her glutes, sticky and slippery and dribbling precum onto her rear.

Shock and terror filled her, looking over her shoulder, mostly seeing the softer-looking underbelly of the beast's hide, flexing with muscle under a thin layer of fat, but also catching a glimpse of the cock it was now slowly and salaciously grinding to her rear, slotting the rod into the cleft of her cheeks and rutting slowly, guttural rumbles above her head as it pressed the weight of its chest down onto her upper back.

She began to protest, to plead, hardly able to form words, yet she couldn't get out from underneath the monster.

Yet, for all her fears, it was only being bred against her will in such a horrible place - naturally - that had her distressed.

Part of her saw that thing's member... and knew that she could take it.

So when, after grinding its length to her rump for a few moments more, thoroughly staining her skin with its sticky but lubricating secretions, it angled its tip to press against her pussy, a lance of stimulation raced up her spine. It wasn't pleasure, it hadn't penetrated her yet. It was... anticipation?

She couldn't fathom it, but her body seemed eager for this, as though it was expecting something it remembered more clearly than she did.

Then came the penetration, and a howl of pain and pleasure left her mouth, the thick organ stretching her out... yet the pain she felt didn't feel horrible. It wasn't extreme or agonising. It was a good pain, a pain her body seemingly adapted to, and now it complemented the stimulation.

It should not have made sense to her, but when it began to thrust, slowly at first, breathless pants issued from her mouth, Diana's eyes wide and her face strained with shock. Yet her body was enjoying the monster's mounting.

She felt violated, yet some part, deep in her mind, reacted to this with joy.

How could that be?

She thought on the familiarity of the musk, the incoherent memories of self pleasure with something self made, but in secret... had she lusted for something that was taboo?

She couldn't think on it much harder, even though she knew she only had to piece it together. The thick shaft stretching her out made it impossible to think any deeper, especially when everything else about 'before' was vague and abstract.

All that she knew was, at this moment, whilst this beast rutted away atop of her, putting a little bulge in her belly whenever it went as deep as it could, just shy of reaching her cervix, a set of heavy leathery balls just brushing against her inner thighs... she was beginning to enjoy herself.

Her expression did not lose its strain, but the shock was fading, replaced by taut pleasure as she was forced onto her elbows, fingers digging into the dusty ground. Her body started to jolt now, the monster thrusting fast enough to slap its crotch against her rump.

Its cock proved to be a strong source of pleasure in its own way, tapered at the tip, but not simply a straight rod, several slight bulges arrayed along its length that gave a different stimulation as the member slid in and out of her.

She was panting harshly, breathlessly, taking this thing's girth repeatedly, shivering and unable to really keep herself controlled. She could feel it throbbing inside her, leaking hot precum, hotter than the heat she felt radiating off her belly.

Its weight shifted a little, and Diana saw it twisting its head slightly, all so it could unfurl that long, sinuous tongue, and lap at the side of her head, smearing sticky saliva all over one half of her face, making her wince. It was a dominating act, but it also delivered a strong dose of that musky aroma straight to her, and it made her let out a shaky sigh.

It licked a few times, even wrapping the end of its tongue around her face to get at both sides of her head, filling her vision with nothing but the red-purple meat of its tongue, pressing so hard that when it pulled away, she had to let out a gasp.

Then it shifted its weight again, though only so it could bring one of its arms up to grasp her head... and slowly but firmly press it into the ground, tilting her skull so she wasn't completely face down into the hard stone.

It was a domineering act, one that did earn a slightly humiliated whimper from her, but as it began to thrust faster, slapping more rapidly against her rump, she couldn't help but howl in pleasure... and nor could it.

And just as she could feel it throbbing intensely inside her, she could feel her loins churning, that rising sense of pressure as climax neared, even faster than the first time.

She could barely fathom how well she was taking this pounding, despite knowing she'd never quite done this.

Quite?

She didn't know what she meant with that thought. Again, the memories of 'before' were confusing... but this terrible mating was bringing back details.

But just as soon as that moment of clarity came, it was shattered by ecstasy when, without warning, the beast let out a roar, and buried its monstrous penis inside of her, and did not pull back as it unloaded a powerful surge of its semen.

She couldn't help letting out a cry in response, a scream of ecstasy and orgasm as she shuddered around the pulsing length, small sputtering fluids staining its heavy, flinching balls as they twitched against her thighs.

There was so much, she could feel it filling her womb, pumping a bigger load than she ever conceived a human taking, before the thing finally stopped its surge.

That gave her a chance to calm down, and she felt it relax, taking its hand off her head and pulling back slightly. But it did not completely remove itself from her depths, most of its length still inside her pussy. Then, it grasped her body, and twisted her around on its mast like an axle, making her groan and whine until her back was pressed to the dusty ground. There, it gently lowered itself onto her front, unable to really do much more with how its legs worked, but it was still a domineering pin, without being wholly uncomfortable.

Diana only murmured, no longer able to muster the energy to be distressed. This thing had no interest in killing her, or it would've done so already. And now she realised there was a certain level of intelligence within it, given how it seemed to lust for her, wanting more out of her than a mere breeding whore.

Especially when it began to 'kiss' her, unfurling that thick, slimy tongue from its maw and pressing it to her lips.

She resisted at first, clamping her mouth shut and tilting her head this way and that, whining quietly, but it persisted, and eventually got what it wanted, forcing her jaw open and shoving its tongue into her mouth.

As broad as it was, she felt that somewhat malleable nature come into play, squeezing between her lips and filling her mouth before she felt it just slightly push into her throat. She let out a defeated whimper as it did this, but there was very little she could do to resist the beast now. She gurgled around the tongue as it flexed back and forth inside her mouth. Its taste was rather strong, but not unpleasant, and the longer the 'kiss' continued, the weaker she felt, simply from the feelings of defeat. Did she belong to the creature now?

Maybe it still intended to eat her once it got bored, but she had doubts over that now, as it gently rubbed its member inside of her, though now it was only half erect, softening after its own climax.

Then there was a barking shout, a deep but feminine voice from above, but in a tongue she could hardly describe, and sounding a little distorted, and certainly not human.

The monster pulled its tongue free from Diana's mouth with a slick sound, and she coughed and gasped for breath, sputtering a little as she watched the beast crane its head up... and cow just slightly.

She was confused, and turned her head as best she could, and went still and cold when she laid eyes on a tall figure standing at the edge of the crevice, silhouetted against the amber light of this world.

She couldn't make out many features beyond a muscular feminine frame clad in armour around the chest, shoulders and legs, a pair of large horns growing from the sides of their head, a metallic mask over their face, and a pair of red eyes that seemed to glow.

Held over its shoulder with one hand was a great axe, the head glowing red with runes etched into the magically luminous metal.

Whoever or whatever she was... she exuded a sense of strength and power, and even this beast seemed to recognise it.

Which only made Diana all the more afraid of this powerful figure looming over her like an executioner, axe and all...

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Marco was lost. In more ways than one, but the dark stone halls he found himself wandering seemed to have no obvious destination, and the branches and crossroads led him to become turned around. It felt like a maze, and yet not at the same time.

It was dimly lit by braziers hanging from the arched ceilings, vaulted and high above, and mounted to the evenly spaced supporting columns. The charcoal-grey bricks used did not reflect much light as the fires within the braziers flickered silently, a strange red hue burning from coals visible through the cage-like constructions, glowing orange and pulsing as if a heartbeat. There was something about them that was off, like they burned eternally.

The decorative motifs also brought him no comfort, carved reliefs of sleek horned skulls adorning the walls between the columns, the curving supports from the top of the columns spanning the arched ceiling sporting spikes of some dark metal, whilst the apex of each section of ceiling, just below the braziers, seemed to have some stylistic mosaic depicting ghostly faces, so he always felt like he was being watched.

The floors were bare of anything visual, but they were hard and uninviting, cold against the soles of his feet. His naked body was chilled by the cool air that wafted through the halls, no warmth to be felt from the smouldering fires above.

An impressive construction, but inhospitable, unwelcoming, and foreboding.

He shivered, and continued, not knowing what to do but wander, knowing nothing about himself but his name and some abstracts about what he might have been, before this.

He wasn't sure if this place held any answers... or even if he would live to find out whether it did or not. He didn't even know how he got here, if he died or if some other event befell him.

Was this a place of torment for some sin he committed? Some terrible transgression? Or simple horrid luck?

He didn't know. All he did know was going back was pointless, having awoken at the mouth of the hall, with a maelstrom behind him and the calm but sinister depths of the halls before him. He didn't get a good look of the outside, howling winds and scouring sand and red lightning obscuring rocky crags. He would have certainly not survived that. So he opted for going forward.

Now he wasn't sure if being flayed alive by such a storm was a worse fate than perishing from hunger and thirst within these halls.

Then, he felt some mild elation, as he turned a corner and saw ahead, a room. A large, square space, with construction not all that dissimilar to the halls he'd wandered aimlessly. But it was still different.

He ambled towards this room, realising it to be larger than he anticipated, but as far as he could tell, it seemed to serve no purpose.

He entered it, and looked around, and the only thing of note that was different were some of the reliefs he saw, now depicting a feminine head the lacked eyes, and had a bony fan protruding from the top and sides of the skull.

Then he spied something faint at the centre of the room. He had overlooked it at first for how subtle it was. He blinked, and then wandered over, and noticed that it was a candle on a small metal plate... burning with an odd blue fire.

It was small, no taller than his palm, and the blue flame was little more than a point of light.

The plate it sat on was little more than a tin saucer, but etched with a hollow five-pointed star.

He approached it, curious, even though a part of him in the back of his mind warned him away.

He knew why, in such a place, something so small and innocuous in the middle of such a vast room? It reeked of danger. Yet he couldn't just ignore it, it was something different, something more than monotonous, endless dark halls.

Suddenly, the blue flame turned red, and the etching of the star also began to glow red.

He backed away, and then stumbled away when another five-pointed star suddenly burned to life with a red light upon the stone bricks of the floor, the star within a circle that perfectly matched the reach of its points. The outer ring, however, began to emit rising, waving light.

And then there was an explosion of energy and fire that rang through the entire room, Marco letting out a shout of fright and falling back on his rear, too transfixed and terrified of the lance of wild red energy that spiked into the air to notice the pang of pain from landing on his rump.

It was over almost as quickly as it began... and in place of the wild energy, floating above the seared ground, the candle gone but the larger pentagram burned into the stone and still glowing, was a figure.

It was feminine, slender and beautiful, yet strange and inhuman, with smooth skin in parts, but ashen grey, and in others, a rigid hide along the exterior surfaces of the figure's body, with visible red tendons at the joints.

Its torso was smooth, even more feminine than its limbs, an exposed slit at its groin, a flat stomach with shallow navel, and further up, a set of curvaceous breasts, grey like the rest of it, with charcoal nipples that already seemed erect.

Its arms ended in chitinous armour, its fingertips like claws.

His eyes traced this beautiful but monstrous form up to the being's head, where he saw soft lips and a beautiful face... but then realised that the head matched the reliefs he had seen in the room, no eyes above the nose, the upper half of its skull instead a bony fan.

It then brought its hands up its frame, a sensual show as it slowly rotated in the air, arms going up past its head and then fanning out before coming back down to its sides, seemingly floating in space like the rest of it.

Then it snapped its head to him, and eyes or not, it felt like it was boring into his soul.

Panic gripped him then, and he scrambled to his feet, and made for the hallway he'd come from, pounding across the stone.

There was a sound, like a whoosh melding with fire and lightning, and a slash of crackling energy crossed his path, and the womanly figure was there, twirling into being and then facing him.