(This was meant for Dirty Pen Pals, but it mgiht fit in a little better here.)
The as yet unnamed woman strode down the ancient hall undeterred by the whispering of the frightened men around her. She hired them as sword wielders and torch holders, not for their minds or particular skills. They were bodies to her. It wasn’t that she expected any specific dangers within the recently discovered tomb, but she had spent enough money trying to find the artifact. A little more on some hired goons wouldn’t break her. Especially if the legends turned out to be true.
As they approached the stone archway, blocked by a door that must have weighed thousands of pounds, the hired goons gaped in awe. The sense of disappointment filled the air. The gate was devoid of any marking but for a hand impression in the dead center of the door.
“A blood sacrifice,” the woman recited from memory, “shall unlock the gift.” She pulled a small bejeweled dagger from her hip and dragged it across her palm, before placing her bloodied hand against the impression. The horrified men stood back as the massive door suddenly dropped into the floor, the sound thundering throughout the pyramid. The corner of her lip rose slightly, the closest thing to a smile any of the men had seen out of her the entire trip. She doesn’t bother to clean the knife, or put it back in the sheathe.
“From here on, I only require one of you. I don’t care which. But the volunteer will be paid double.”
The leader stepped forward. “I wouldn’t have my men do anything I’m not prepared to do,” the large man reasoned, the dollar signs clear in his eyes.
“Then lead the way,” she nodded, not even glancing at him.
His hardiness put to the test by the chamber ahead, he acquiesced. After a few minutes they reached a massive stone chamber, the light of his torch not even touching the walls around them. He stopped in his tracks.
“Which way do we even go?” He asked, not expecting a response.
“Straight ahead. Just keep walking.”
After a few minutes, they come to a wall. Embedded in the wall is a woman. She was powerful, once. Now she is all but frozen. Not dead, but not truly alive, she is trapped in the stone. Her arms are spread to her sides, her breasts rising and falling as she gasps for air. Her blood red hair, once famed among the kingdom, flows down her body. Eyes wide open, her pupils dilate as the man approached with his torch, but she cannot close her eyes.
Despite himself, the man’s eyes trace the curves of the trapped woman’s body. He grins in excitement as he observes her nipples hardening, wonders what else of her anatomy is changing, and whether it is due to his presence.
“She’s the prize, eh?” He asks, intrigued. “And all for that little blood sacrifice?”
“She’s not the prize,” the unnamed woman clarifies. “And that wasn’t the sacrifice.”
Distracted by the embedded woman, the man doesn’t resist as the unnamed woman grabs him by the hair and pulls his head back. She drags her knife across his throat, and instantly his blood begins spurting out of his body. The embedded woman is quickly covered in his blood, she is unable to close her eyes as it covers her face and chest, dripping down the curves of her body. The man grasps his neck, letting the torch fall to the floor. After a few moments, the motion in his body ceases.
The unnamed woman’s eyes never fall upon his body again. She watches the woman in the stone, anxious. Excited. Impatiently, she steps forward. She has no idea what form the gift will take, and the uncertainty grips her like a vice. She stares impatiently into the other woman’s blank eyes. For a few seconds, nothing happens. Then, the embedded woman’s mouth slowly opens. A quiet gurgling sound slowly begins to come from deep within her throat. As the gurgling gets slightly louder, the embedded woman’s throat bulges, first at the base, then slowly rising up her throat. The embedded woman’s eyes widen in quiet agony as something, it’s impossible to see what exactly in the darkness, emerges from her mouth.
In a heartbeat, faster than she imagined possible, it has forced itself past the unnamed woman’s lips. It forces its way past her tongue, forcing its way down her throat. Horrified, she struggles to catch a breath as it presses into her, driving its too large body down her too tight throat.
The embedded woman, finally free, exhales one last time.
The unnamed woman emerges from the crypt not long after, and begins to hunt.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ijzu5r/her_path_to_power_runs_red