She was prying the jewel out of the statue’s eye when she heard footsteps coming from outside the vault.
*Shit,* she thought. It sounded like at least three guards. Big fat eunuchs with big fat clubs. And there she was, a thief with a few levels in bard.
She couldn’t fight them. She couldn’t hide. There weren’t any chests or piles of coins to burrow inside. It was one of the smaller vaults: all it had were smutty statues. Fortunately she had a plan.
She swallowed the jewel. The client had insisted she not touch it with her bare skin but there was no other way to take it with her. The plan did not involve pockets. She peeled off her clothes and put them on a mannequin. They looked strange on the mannequin (the thief was quite a bit heavier) but that wasn’t her problem anymore. She got on her knees, cupped her breasts, and bit down on a little glass pill. The potion tasted like pistachios.
She was instantly rigid. It was like the air around her had frozen solid. Her heart stopped. Her lungs stopped. Marble-white patches appeared on her skin, starting at the joints and spreading outward. It didn’t hurt, but it felt weird when one arm transformed skin-first and she could still flex the muscles underneath. Or when she tried to lick her lips and realized her tongue had hardened. She had just enough time to assume a lustful expression before the rest of her head turned to stone and her mind blanked out.
Twenty-four hours disguised as a statue. What could go wrong?
The guards solved the puzzle lock and the vault door dilated like a violated anus.
“And here we have some of the erotic sculptures I’ve collected. Ambassador, I’d be delighted if you would take one home with you.”
“I rather like this one.”
“Hmm. I’ve never seen that before. Very, hm, lifelike.”
“It’s beautiful. May I have this one?”
“Certainly, Ambassador. I know you’ll take good care of it.”
One moment the thief was opening her mouth and thinking about cock and the next moment she was gargling urine.
She spluttered. This wasn’t the worst way she’d woken up, but it was up there. The peeing gentleman jumped in shock. His stream got her in the eye.
“Sonuva–” she said. She looked around. Tile walls, tile floors, the sound of running water. She was kneeling in the centre of the room. Golden urine was running down her body and into a gutter. They’d been using her as a urinal.
“What is going on?” the man asked. “Who are you?”
“Uh,” she said, thinking fast. “. . . *what year is it?!* Has the prophecy come to pass?”
“Guards!”
“I do not for a moment believe that you are some sort of *storable girlfriend,*” the Ambassador said.
“I’m pretty convenient,” she said. “No housing or feeding required. No cuddling or aftercare. Just use me when you need to and I spend the rest of the time as a lawn ornament.”
“No, you must be some sort of spy,” he said. “Do you know what we do to spies?”
“Uh,” she said. “We pardon them and give them money?”
They clapped her in irons and they lowered her into the labyrinth through a grate in the ceiling.
After she was done cussing them out (and was sure that they had gone) she got up and looked around. The place was noting she hadn’t seen before. The passages were ten feet wide, lined with torches, and built out of firebrick. The firebrick was something new but she put it out of her mind. Her wrists were cuffed together. Her legs had been hobbled with a thick length of chain. She could walk, but she couldn’t run.
There were bones and chains wherever she stepped.
“Okay, Amrita, you can do this,” she said to herself. “You can do this.” *High charisma, don’t fail me now.*
She walked for hours, brushing the wall with her left hand and hoping it wasn’t one of those shifting labyrinths. The halls seemed endless. She was starting to get blisters under her cuffs when she saw the woman. She was sitting naked in a corner.
“Hello?” Amrita said.
No response.
“You all right?” she asked. She stepped around the woman to get a look at her face. She recognized her.
“Ambrosia?” the thief said. “Big Rosha?”
Rosha was a sellsword out of Hellas. She was a demigod, or a semi-demigod, which made her almost invulnerable. At the moment Rosha was just sitting there with half her face in shadow.
“Hey, are you okay?” Amrita asked. She stepped closer for a better look. Rosha was breathing but didn’t respond when the thief touched her shoulder. Amrita lifted her chin and saw a hole in her face where her right eye used to be. Something red-hot had burned a path through Rosha’s eye and brain.
“Rosha?” Amrita said, but Rosha didn’t answer. She was wearing cuffs like the thief’s but the chains had melted apart.
Footsteps. Something was about to round the corner. Amrita tried to drag Rosha but the big woman was a dead weight. The thief turned and ran.
She *tried* to run. Her leg irons only allowed a brisk hobble. Amrita hadn’t taken a dozen steps before she fell and landed in a pile of skulls. There were cracks and scorch marks around the eye-holes.
*Nope nope nope.* She was crawling as fast as she could when she noticed that the hall was brighter. It was like someone was shining a low-burning torch.
She looked behind her. It wasn’t a torch.
It was shaped like a man. Tall, muscular, with a dolphin’s beak. It was red-hot with heat. Even from ten feet away she could feel it. And it had an erection.
“No, no, no . . .” The thief started crawling, scrabbling on her hands, anything to get away from its massive cock.
It stepped on her leg-chain. There was a burning flash between her feet and then the chain was melted. Amrita tried to stand up and fell down again. She turned to look. It was still following.
“Get–get away!” she said. She scooted backward, smearing ash and dirt on her buttocks. She picked up a leg bone and threw it. The bone bounced off the thing’s chest and spun away, smoking. She grabbed a skull and lobbed it at the thing’s head. It caught the skull in its beak and bit down, shattering it.
The creature chittered. To the thief, it sounded like laughter.
“Oh well,” she said. “Probably better to go down fighting.”
She kicked up from her position on the floor. She was aiming for its crotch, hoping the sole of her foot would do some damage before it burned. The creature stepped aside and caught her ankle. Then it lifted her straight up. She couldn’t stop herself from swinging into its body.
“Aaah!” she said. But there was no pain.
Amrita opened her eyes. She was dangling from one of its hands and their bodies were touching. Her manacles were brushing its legs and beginning to melt. But she could barely feel the heat. At the same time, her heart felt like it was glowing.
*It’s the jewel,* she thought. *Has to be.* No wonder her client didn’t want her to touch it, let alone swallow it.
The creature hadn’t expected this. A woman that didn’t scream at its touch? A woman that didn’t sizzle in its grasp? It started to get harder. She knew this because the erection hit her in the face. Her head was at just the right height. Its cock was massive. And she’d been having oral thoughts since all day.
The thief licked her lips. She gave the head a little peck. The creature whistled, so she lowered her head and started sucking. The cock was hot inside her mouth, but not uncomfortably so. It steamed when she took it out of her mouth and it was dry when she closed her lips on it. Fortunately she was drooling.
The creature wrapped an arm around her lower back and let her thighs rest on its shoulders. It cupped Amrita’s buttocks in its giant hands and nuzzled her cunny with its fleshy beak. *That* was new. She moaned encouragement. Its tongue, when it touched her, was as pointy as its beak. Its edges rasped along her slit and she almost came on the spot.
“Fuck,” she said. *How did I get myself into these situations?* There she was, hanging upside-down from some sort of fire elemental, and all she could think about was that tongue lapping at her clit.
“Come on,” she said. “Come on!”
It dropped to the ground and entered her. “Fuck, yeah!” she said. She could feel it pushing his way in, stretching her with it red-hot cock. She could feel the cock when she put a hand on her belly. It felt like he was lighting up her insides.
The creature started pumping. She gasped. She could hear her juices sizzling. The steam smelled like arousal and cunt. It didn’t hurt, not really. No more than any hard fucking. And she liked a hard fucking.
“Nnngh,” she said. “Come on. Almost there!”
She started meeting its thrusts, bucking her hips to catch its steaming shaft. She could feel a growing pressure in her belly. It felt like she needed to pee. Her toes were starting to curl. The elemental was approaching its climax as well. It was breathing hot and hard and its thrusts were coming faster and faster. She felt its arms tensing to either side of her.
She realized she was climaxing when she heard a sound like bacon frying. She was squirting. Her juices flashed to vapour against his crotch.
“Fuck,” she said, and then the pleasure hit her. She bit her lip and shook her head from side to side. She could feel him pump boiling semen inside of her. The creature kept thrusting and pumping, thrusting and pumping. It dimmed, going from a bright orange to a dull red. Its skin became transparent and she saw the shadow of its bones, the beating of its heart.
Big Rosha punched through its ribcage and tore out its white-hot core. It melted her fingers but she threw it down the corridor. The creature turned into a shower of sparks and left Amrita screaming.
*”What?”* she said. “How?”
“Healing factor,” Rosha said. A raw-looking eyelid was clamped shut over the hole in her face. “Come on, I think the two of us can find a way out of here.”
The guards were waiting for them to bust out through the grate. They surrounded the two women and levelled their spears.
“This is starting to get old,” Amrita said.
“Kneeling in a circle of hard stabby things?” Rosha said. “Sounds like your kind of party.”
“Hey, I only do that when I’m really drunk,” Amrita said. “Ooooh . . .”
“What is it?”
Amrita squatted down. Her belly was glowing a dull red. It bulged, growing ever more swollen.
“Aaah!” she said. She squatted lower and clutched herself. “Aaaugh!” Steam wafted from her cunt.
The guards backed away. They watched as Amrita went on all fours and birthed a new fire elemental. She caught it in her hands and looked at it.
“Mama,” it said to her. It was a tiny thing. “Mama, I am born.”
“Er . . . so you are,” she said. “Happy birthday?”
“Mama, are these men bothering you? Hurl me into their midst and I shall explode with great fury.”
“Won’t that kill you?”
“I will burst anew from your womb.”
“Riiiight . . . not really looking forward to that.”
“Oh, just give it to me,” Rosha said, and took the elemental. It burned her hand but she pulled it back and prepared to throw. “Catch, motherfuckers!”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/6jdn2e/amrita_f_str