WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR/MODIFICATIONS, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE.
If you are new to this story, I suggest going back and reading the earlier parts or you will be confused. This story assumes you have read all the previous parts.
As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!
There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders.
This part is rather intense. Most parts are not quite this unrelenting.
This part continues Chapter 5, and begins immediately after Part XXIII ends.
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Clementina, Part XXIV
Chapter 5: Citadel (continues)
Bathory’s bat wings still encased my upper body. As my cock slid slickly out of Olympia’s slimed, sheathed asshole, Bathory’s wings folded about me completely. Her own cock softened some so it retracted back out of my throat and I could speak again, though it’s thick, scaly shaft still stretched my asshole.
“What did you just say about the Citadel?” I croaked.
Her scaly skin was still pressed against me, her pendulous, milky breasts and strip of stomach fur were sticky, soft and warm against my back. I could feel phallite milk dribbling from her nipples just as it trickled from my own. Her breathe held the licorice scent of phallite sex as she whispered in my ear beneath her heavy leather bat wings.
“We are raising the Citadel of The One. You are the One. It is your citadel. I am simply its guardian.”
“What does that even mean?” I asked.
“All will be revealed in time,” she said. She unfolded her wings and stepped back from me, her thick but softened cock slid from my slimy, come-filled asshole with a soft sucking sound, and I felt my sheath slide out a couple of feet, the tip tapping a cave floor that was coated in slime and semen.
I looked over towards Olympia, whose own sheath was hanging out of her gaping, slimed ass. I stood behind her and her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. I glanced over at Clementina and my mother, who were staring at Olympia – more specifically in the direction of her cock.
I slowly stepped around her on a floor that was slick with our emanations.
Demeter and Athena were still sucking Olympia’s twin cocks. Demeter had the top cock, and Athena had the bottom. As they pulled back I could see that both were about eighteen inches long and were gushing slime and semen.
“Wow,” I said.
Makala turned to me.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“A little tired,” I said. “But otherwise fine.”
“Are you up for the next phase of raising the Citadel?” Bathory asked.
“Don’t let her pressure you,” Makala said. “She can get a little carried away at times.”
I glanced at Bathory.
“Is this more work that what we just did, or less?”
“Less for you,” Bathory said. “But it requires work from the Six.”
I turned to my mother.
“I’m game,” I said. “How about you?”
My mother shrugged.
“What do you need?” she asked Bathory.
The Guardian of the Citadel moved to the icon on the wall depicting her with a bat and a crow. She placed one taloned hand on the crow, and one taloned hand on the bat. As the did so, a crack ran through the room – like the sound of a loud spark – and a stone bench covered in fur rose in front of the twin statues and pool.
At the head of the bench were two pedestals about five feet high with bowls atop them.
The Guardian of the Citadel moved to the bench and sat down. She gestured for my mother and I to come to her and held out her milk-engorged breasts in front of us.
“Drink me,” she said.
That was an order I could comply with. I slipped forward, knelt down and pulled one of her long, scaled nipples in my mouth, squeezing her gargantuan vein-covered mammary, forcing out a stream of thick, intoxicating phallite milk. A second later I felt my mother’s shoulder brush mine as she took up a position on Bathory’s other breast, drinking sweet, licorice-tinged milk.
Though I had just dumped a full load into Olympia’s ass, I felt my still-pulsating cock returning to attention. Bathory’s cock was also thick and throbbing – though it had never fully lost tone. She pulled it up between her tits and dribbled a long streamer of throat slime across her huge, dark red meat. Some of her slime went down her cock, but some trickled across her breasts, mixing with the milk that was overflowing my mother’s and my mouths and dribbling down our chins.
I slid a hand down Bathory’s cock – my lips still locked on her pumping nipple – down past the base and to the deep cunt that lay between her heavy, curtained labia. I slid several fingers inside.
Bathory’s cock between her tits was practically geysering slime that ran down her meat and across our arms. She had begun rotating her hips around our arms, bringing more slime from her cock. I took a mouthful of slime and milk and reached over to my mother. We kissed, swapping milk and slime. I reached down and pulled one of my mother’s breasts into my mouth, tasting her sweet phallite milk. She moaned and squeezed her liquid into my mouth.
Bathory was rubbing her meat between her breasts – tit-fucking her own cock. My mother and I were taking turns sucking on each other’s breasts. My cock was at full attention and I pulled it up between my engorged breasts, letting my mother suck on the gaping tip, sliding her long serpentine tongue deep inside my phallite tunnels. I moaned as her tongue stroked my cock from the inside.
Bathory leaned down and we shared a slimy, sloppy kiss. Her slimed cunt hung open, her sheath hanging out of her prolapsed snatch.
She stood up and gestured for me to lay down on the bench on my back. My cock was at full extension, two feet and pulsating. I could feel my pulse throbbing in the veins on my cock and the veins in my mountainous chest. Thick loads of slime coursed from the stretched tip of my cock.
Bathory knelt above me on the bench, pressing her cock against mine and her tits against mine. She kissed me on the lips and we swapped slime. Above us, her bat wings beat the air gently, making a light draft that felt cool on skin coated in slime, milk, and come. Slowly, tortuously, she slid downwards, pressing our cocks together, and sliding our meat between her breasts. I felt every rib on her gargantuan cock as it pressed against my own, and then I could feel her breasts and her stomach fur rubbing along my meat. I moaned.
Bathory slid between my legs. She gestured for my mother to move to the top of the bench, near my head. My mother did so and bent down. She and I shared a sloppy kiss as Bathory ran her moist lips and long tongue up and down the underside of my cock. She pulled my meat into her mouth and sucked on the helmet, sliding her tongue inside, then back out, sucking loads of slime from the gaping tip of my cock.
She looked up to my mother and I.
“Slip your tentacles into his mouth,” she said.
My mother ran her fingers through the tentacles that hung between her legs, stroking the thick appendages she had in place of labia.
“All of them?” she asked.
Bathory had my cock more than a foot down her throat, so Makala answered for her.
“You are the Six, you have six tentacles. They all must go in the One,” she said.
I looked up at my mother and smiled, opening my mouth as wide as I could. My mother lowered her snatch down on my head, facing towards Bathory. Her gaping, slimed asshole hovered above her tentacles. One by one she pulled her tentacles together until they formed a thick, cock-like shaft.
I opened my mouth and my mother pushed her huge tentacle-cock into my mouth. I gagged as thick slime coursed from my mouth and her cock. Slowly her meat slid down my throat, through the phallite gateway in the back, and into the tunnels beyond.
I stared up at my mother’s slimy gaping ass. I reached up and slid three fingers from each hand into her asshole, stretching it open and causing her sheath to slide out. I pulled it towards my mouth as well, but Bathory stopped me.
“No, only the six of the Six should be inside you.”
Bathory was sliding her hands up and down my huge pulsating shaft that was practically gushing slime. I could feel Bathory stroking my meat with her hands. A second later her tongue began teasing my balls.
“Push your tentacles as deep as you can,” Bathory said.
My mother pushed all the way in. I gagged out a fresh load of slime.
Meanwhile, Bathory had pulled my balls into her mouth and was sucking on them, rolling them gently around on her tongue.
Then things started happening all at once.
My mother moaned and I felt her tentacle-meat push deep into my abdomen. My balls tingled inside Bathory’s mouth. Then the tingle moved up from my balls, to the space just above them inside my body. The tingle kept moving up until it met my mother’s tentacle-cock.
Then suddenly my balls were numb.
I felt my mother come and a load of her come and slime dump inside my body. At the same time, I heard Bathory make a gagging sound, then order my mother to pull out. As my mother pulled her tentacle-cock from my mouth, slime and come gushed out, covering my nose, eyes, and the rest of my face with a thick, viscous mixture that smelled of semen and licorice. My throat-sheath popped out and fell slickly across my cheek.
Once my mother’s tentacles were free I lifted my head and looked down. Bathory was hovering over my cock, smiling. A tiny little bit of blood trickled down her chin.
“Is that my blood?” I asked.
She nodded.
“You can’t take the beacons without popping your cherry,” she said.
My cock was still pulsating and thick, but below that, things felt – weird. My entire body was enervated in a way that reminded me of how I had felt during metamorphosis. Bathory rubbed her cock along my own pulsating meat, then slid the tip all the way down to the base.
I started to lift my head, trying to see what was happening between my legs, but Bathory put her taloned hand to my forehead and pushed it back.
“You can’t see until we are finished, my love,” she whispered, wiping the blood from the back of her hand. She slipped my cock between her milky phallite breasts and slid them up and down, teasing my meat. More thick slime slipped from the wide pussy-like tip, slipping down the purple, pulsating shaft and coursing over Bathory’s massive, vein-covered tits.
Then suddenly she was inside me, pushing forward into a place I had never been penetrated before. I gasped as she simultaneously slid her cock in and out of my new vagina and slid her tits up and down my long, thick cock. It was new, it was all new. More slime poured from my cock and I felt my anal sheath prolapse out of my ass and fall slickly across the fur-covered bench beneath me.
My mother hovered her tentacle snatch over my mouth and I sucked on her slick, sucker-covered appendages. Her anal sheath slipped out and I greedily pulled it to my mouth, sucking in my mother’s viscous ass slime.
I gasped as Bathory pushed even deeper inside of me, penetrating me in a way I had only dreamed of.
“Oh my God,” I murmured around my mother’s tentacles.
“Congratulations,” Bathory said. “You’ve got a cunt like the rest of us.”
Her meat slid deeper and deeper into me and I moaned. Something inside of me tightened and I knew I was about to come. I gulped as Bathory suddenly unloaded her thick seed into my deep snatch. Then my cock erupted, sending thick ropes of semen rocketing high into the air. Bathory cackled and latched her mouth onto my renegade meat, greedily sucking down the huge load the poured from the tip of my cock.
Bathory’s still-pumping cock slid from my new vagina, and she held up a mirror. The mirror was old – it looked like an antique – but it was big enough for me to see between my legs. Where my testicles had been was now a pink, pulsing vagina. As I had expected, instead of a clit was my cock. What I hadn’t expected was the nature of the labia that now hung around my new slit.
The labia was thick and heavy – and long, like a hood. When I was fully soft, I could probably completely cover my cock with the heavy meat curtains.
Bathory smiled. She pulled the very end of my labia up, stretching it over a foot until it reached the end of my softening cock. It was huge. You could almost bury your head in it.
“Jesus,” I murmured.
Makala stepped forward, her own cock was now hard and sliming, her creamy white nipples pointing skyward and emitting thick phallite milk. She reached for my cock and began stroking it.
“Don’t go soft yet,” she said. “We still need those beacons.”
She pulled my softening meat into her mouth and sucked on the head, then ran her tongue down the underside. When she reached the bottom, she pulled a large chunk of my new, meaty labia into her mouth and sucked. I moaned. This was a new experience, it was all new to me.
Makala gestured to Olympia.
“The Two needs to remove the beacons from the one,” she said.
“What do I do?” Olympia asked.
My cock had come back to attention and now was sliding slime out the gaping hole at the tip. I noticed that the aperture had gotten wider and looked like it was now a several of inches wide when I fully erect.
Makala slid three fingers into the tip of my cock and gaped it even wider, then gestured for Olympia to do the same. Olympia slid two, then three, then four into my cock head – then her entire fist.
I moaned again. I didn’t know how much more I had in the tank, but I was going to go along for now. Olympia slid her forearm down inside my cock to about her elbow.
Meanwhile, Makala had turned her attentions to my new vagina, pushing her hand inside and pressing the front wall. I felt something shift inside of me, and suddenly the gushes of slime that were pouring up my cock were joined by what felt like two smooth, medium sides stones.
“What the fuck,” I whispered. It was slightly painful but strangely pleasurable.
Makala guided Olympia deeper into my cock as the stones slid further up my meat. They met in the middle and Olympia grasped the two stones, slowly sliding her arm back out of my thick meat. As she did, a sheath gripped her arm – a sheath from my cock. I looked down. The tip of my cock was wide, thick, and looked just like the pussy-like cock head on the statue. I lowered my head back on the bench.
I was exhausted, but strangely exhilarated. I wasn’t sure which emotion was stronger. Bathory was coated from head to toe in slime and semen, but she didn’t seem to be out of energy. She moved to the stoned-up arch along the side of the wall.
“Let us raise the Citadel tonight!” she cried.
“Maybe we should skip it and chill until tomorrow,” Makala said. I rolled over on the bench and looked at Bathory, who seemed to be ignoring Makala.
Bathory ran her fingers slowly around the arch, then placed both her hands on the brick in the middle. When she touched the bricks, there was a rumbling and the brick wall shattered, crumbling to red dust before our very eyes. Behind the red bricks was another wall, this one stone, except carved into the stone was a horned female face, and below the face, a stone carved cock about eighteen inches long and almost as thick as Bathory’s forearm.
Bathory turned to Olympia.
“You are the Two,” she said. “She is the One, together you make the Three, and together you raise the Citadel of the One.”
She gestured to Athena and Demeter.
“We need the Not-the-Two to make the Two ready.”
“Bathory…” Makala repeated, but the scaled Guardian of the Citadel ignored her.
Demeter and Athena moved next to their mother. Athena kissed her on the lips while Demeter pulled her pendulous phallite breasts up to her mouth. Thick, licorice-flavored streamers of milk gushed from Olympia’s breasts, trickling down her stomach to her two, thick, meaty cocks. Demeter pulled her mother’s dual cocks up and began sucking, going back and forth, one then the other, even as Athena and Olympia continued to kiss.
Olympia’s cocks rose under Demeter’s efforts, sticking out over eighteen inches and gushing thick slime, which Demeter sucked down, running her tongue up and down her mother’s dual cocks, teasing the underside and flicking the sensitive spots under the helmets. Olympia moaned. Athena ran her tongue down her mother’s neck to her chest, pulling her heavy, engorged breasts and her long, thick nipples into her mouth, sucking out more and more of the sweet, intoxicating phallite milk.
Watching Olympia and her daughters was bringing me back to attention. How I could get hard after what we had already done that day was unfathomable, but there it was. Bathory had moved to stand directly in front of the arch and the carving. She gestured for me to come to her.
She pulled me to her and we kissed, her long, forked tongue reaching down my throat and into the phallite tunnels beyond. A thick streamer of slime shot out of my mouth into hers and she sucked it down, teasing my throat for more.
She ran a hand up my stomach to my chest. With her lips still locked on mine, she pressed our milky phallite tits together, our hard, wide nipples gushed milk across our chests. I slid more slime into her mouth and she trickled it across our chests, joining the milk that was already there.
She pulled her cock up between our breasts then pushed my own burgeoning meat between her legs, pushing it towards her thick, scaly, meaty labia. My own long, curtained labia were hanging down around my vagina and my vaginal sheath had slipped out several inches, coursing slime down my legs.
Bathory guided my cock into her slit, lifting her body up and pressing it down on my meat. She clenched her muscles as she slid down, making me feel every inch of her slimy cunt as my two feet of thick, hard cock slid into her body. She moaned as I pushed harder, forcing my way in.
I reached my hands around and pulled her ass cheeks apart, then slid three fingers from each hand into her asshole. Her thick, veiny anal sheath popped out, sliding all the way down to the floor.
“Lift me up,” Bathory said. “Slide my asshole down that stone cock behind me.”
I gripped her ass and hoisted her up using my cock that was buried deep in her snatch for leverage. I was able to lift her up just enough to get the tip of the stone cock into her ass. I could feel the hard stone sliding up her slimy gaped asshole against my throbbing cock that was in her slit. Her cock was pressed between her and my tits as they pushed together. We shared another slimy kiss.
Meanwhile, Athena and Demeter were on their knees in front of their mother, one on each of her fully erect, throbbing, pulsating cocks. Heavy slime was pouring from them and covering both of them in the licorice-scented smell of phallite sex.
Off to the side, Alura, Makala, and my mother were filling all three of Clementina’s holes, and Ona was watching, her asshole gaped and her sheath hanging out.
Bathory called to Olympia.
“The One is ready. It’s time for the Two to fill the One. The One now has two holes. The Two has two keys. The keys go in the holes, and the Citadel shall rise.”
There was a long pause.
“Huh?” Olympia said. “Explain please.”
“One cock in her ass and one cock in her cunt,” Bathory said. “Do I have to paint a picture?”
“Got it,” Olympia said. She moved behind me and I felt her hands slide between my legs, pulling my heavy labia apart and then parting my asshole. My sheaths slipped out.
Athena and Demeter were still on their knees and crawled over. Demeter continued to stroke and suck on her mother’s cocks, while Athena pulled my sheaths to her mouth and sucked out my vaginal and anal slime. She pulled my sheaths between her chubby tits and squeezed, tit-fucking my sheaths, then slid them over to her mother’s cocks, sliding my vaginal sheath across the lower cock, and my anal sheath across the upper one.
“Fuck me,” Bathory whispered in my ear. “When Olympia penetrates you, you go all the way through me and stay there until we all come. Only then will the Cathedral rise.”
I nodded as I felt Olympia sliding her throbbing cocks into my two wet, slimy holes. I moaned as I had never been double-penetrated before in two different holes and the feel of two hard, pulsating cocks inside two side-by-side holes was intoxicating. More thick slime poured from my cock into Bathory’s cunt as the slime from Olympia’s dual meat filled my dual holes.
“Do it,” Bathory whispered as Olympia’s stomach pressed against my ass. She was all the way in.
I squeezed the muscles in my cock the way Makala had shown me. Bathory snapped her head back and my thick, purple cock head with it’s long, vulva like head, erupted from Bathory’s mouth. Bathory reached her hands up and slid three fingers from each into the end of my cock and pulled the gaping aperture at the tip apart, spreading it like a pink cunt, revealing the long tunnel beyond.
Olympia pistoned her dual meat in and out of my slimed holes with abandon. I felt my body tighten and knew it wasn’t going to take much for me to come.
Suddenly, the face carved into stone of the archway contorted, opening it’s mouth. I cried out in surprise as it opened it’s mouth wide, impossibly wide, and two long, thick, tentacle-like tongues shot out. They made a beeline for the gaping, vagina-like end of my cock and shot inside, stretching my meat – and Bathory’s mouth. My cock head was gaped like a stretched cunt, and the pink inside looked like pussy meat. The tentacles stretched my cock head wider, showing the deep pink hole inside, then the tentacle-tongues shot straight down my cock and into the phallite tunnels beyond. I moaned and Bathory moaned around my cock.
Olympia kept pounding my asshole and cunt with her cocks, even as the tentacle pulsated in my own cock. She froze and arched her back and I realized that the tentacles had entered her cocks. I looked over my shoulder and saw them emerge from Olympia’s asshole and head straight for the two bowls with the beacons, scooping them up, one beacon in each. A second later the tentacle-tongues pulled back, sliding back through Olympia, then back through me.
The feeling of the tentacle and beacons rocketing through my cock was too much for me, and apparently for Olympia. A hot, steaming load of my come shot from my meat around the tentacle, even as Olympia unloaded into me, and Bathory’s cock – still squeezed between our tits – began gushing juice. Semen, slime, milk all coated me, Olympia, Bathory, Athena, and Demeter
The entire cavern shook, a feeling like an earthquake. It lasted ten seconds, then the carved wall, face, and cock inside the arch that Bathory had been leaning against vanished. One instant it was there, and the next it was gone. The five of us tumbled forward in an ungainly heap, body parts everywhere. Cocks slipped slickly from asses and cunts as we disengaged and tried to take in our new surroundings, even as our orgasms were still running their courses.
Bathory rolled over onto all fours and looked around the room, all her holes gushing slime and her cock pouring semen.
“It’s up!” she cried. “We’ve raised the Citadel!”
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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