WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE.
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 story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.
I have been wicked busy the past couple of weeks which is why I am behind on posting. And I have been having strange technical issues copying the stories into the reddit text boxes. But, either way, Chapter 3 is just about done, I just need to finish a couple of points and tidy it up, so hopefully the rest of the current chapter will be coming shortly. Hopefully…
I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them.
This begins immediately after Part XV ends.
Thank you!
Clementina, Part XVI
Chapter 3: Metamorphosis (continued)
Silence reined in the chamber for a moment, then I finally found my voice.
“Come back eventually?” I said. “I’ve never been here and I’m pretty sure none of us have ever been here before.”
The woman before us was blue-skinned with nearly blindingly white hair. She had phallite curves – large heavy breasts, wide and long (but cream-colored) nipples, narrow waist, flared hips. She had two curved cream-colored ram’s horns sprouting from her forehead and wrapping around the sides of her head like Princess Leia’s hair buns. Below her knees her calves tapered to fur-covered, massive hooves instead of feet. But between her legs hung a really big cock – like mine – that was starting to rise to attention, dribbling a thin thread of slime from the gaped aperture at the tip. In a lot of ways, she looked a lot like a blue-skinned, hooved, horned, blue version of myself.
“You’ve been here before, and you will keep coming back again and again until you find your way,” she said. “You’ve been here many, many times, for hundreds of years.”
I thought of the pictures we had seen and was about to speak up when Clementina interrupted.
“You’re talking in riddles,” she said.
“Sorry,” the creature said, seeming to soften some. She gently bowed. “I’m Makala. I am the spirit of the caverns. I’ve been here for a long time, and I have been trapped since you were last here, so I forget my manners. Please forgive me.”
We all introduced ourselves, then she smiled and gestured to the stone step that ringed the pool, indicating us to sit.
“As I said,” she continued once we were seated around the pool. “I am Makala, I am a cave spirit, the spirit of the caverns. I live here. I normally can also traveled in human form outside the cave, but I have been trapped here since the last time you – your former selves – came here.”
“Our former selves?” Clementina asked.
“The caves are a circle, and you will continue to come back again and again until you get it right,” she said. “I can’t tell you more until you find the key and unlock the lock.”
“This again…” Ona said, but I shushed her.
“We met another spirit in the cave,” I said. “Alura. She said we needed to find the lock and the key as well. Can you help us figure out what that is?”
“Alura is the guardian of the six,” Makala said. Her eyes got distant. “Makala is my love, but until you find the key and unlock the lock, we are both trapped here away from each other.”
“How long have you been trapped, unable to leave, unable to see your lover?” my mom asked.
“How can we count time clearly when we can’t see the passing of the sun and moon overhead?” Makala said.
“We have some old photographs of a woman in a robe who looked a lot like you,” my mom added. “They are about a hundred years old, give or take.”
“Then you have your answer,” Makala said.
“We are trying to understand what is going on in the caves,” I said. “Trying to understand it but it is confusing. Can you help us?”
“Yes,” Makala said. “I can. But first you need to find the key. The first step is always for me to prophesize.”
“Prophesize?” I asked.“Yes, prophesize,” she said, standing up. “But I need something from you in order to prophesize.”
“What do you need?” I asked.
Makala stood, then reached out her hand and pulled me to my feet. Her beautiful blue skin and shiny white hair almost glowed in the soft light of the chamber. Our bodies were only inches apart.
“You say it has been a hundred years, so I haven’t had a cock in a century,” she said. “I’m not prophesizing anything until I get rid of a century of frustration. One thing about cave spirits, we love to have a good time.”
Makala pulled me towards her. She stood almost a foot taller than me, her long white hair tumbling down across her back and her large, milky phallite-like breasts with their cream-colored nipples. Large cream ram horns curved back from her forehead. When she looked down at me, she looked so beautiful but unearthly I caught my breath.
She leaned down and kissed me.
I had never kissed a supernatural being before – actually come to think of it I had, that succubus, but this was the first time I did so knowingly and willingly. Her breath was damp and cool, like the caves she occupied, and had an earthy taste to it. She slipped her tongue into my mouth. It was long and slick, reminding me of my mother’s. I intertwined with her tongue, then she tickled the back of my throat, sending a wave of slime into my mouth. She sucked it out then pulled back, trickling the thick globs down across our breasts.
I pulled back and moved my lips down to her breasts, pulling one of her cream-colored nipples into my mouth. Her creamy milk had an earthy taste to it, though it was still sweet and intoxicating like all phallite lactation. I sucked greedily, stretching her long, hard nipple into my mouth and gulping down the liquid that practically gushed from it. Makala moaned and stroked her cock.
I stroked her cock as well. With a hundred years of pent up desire, it was already rock hard and almost two feet long. I pulled it up between my breasts and pulled my own hardening cock next to it, squeezing the two meat sticks between my breasts against Makala’s blue skinned body as I suckled at her rich milk, switching to the other breast when the trickle slowed.
When I had my fill, I let go of her still-trickling nipple and slowly slid my body upwards so that our tits were pressing against each other and the tips of our cocks sticking out above them. Both of our heads were purple and gaping, slime and pre-come gushed from the tips and mixed with the milk we both had running from our long, wide nipples. We rubbed together, stroking our cocks against each other’s cleavage. We squeezed our tits together, pressing the undersides of our cocks together. I felt my balls press against hers and the ribs in our cocks bump against each other as we rubbed them up and down, sending waves of pleasure through my body. We kissed again, and this time she pushed a thick wave of slime into my mouth and slid her tongue deep down my throat, triggering me to spit up a slimy glob of my own. Our slime ran out of our pressed lips, down our chins, and helped lubricate our cocks we were still tit-fucking together between our pressed breasts.
She reached a hand around and slipped two fingers into my already gaping asshole, pulling it wider. I felt a rose of pink flesh push outwards and my sheath slip a few inches free.
With her fingers still in my asshole, she slipped her lips down to my own milk-engorged phallite breasts. She sucked at one of my long, erect nipples for a moment, then switched the other, pulling mouthfuls of milk out of me. She swallowed some, others she trickled down across her own breasts and our pulsating cocks, teasing the tip of mine as she did so. She pulled my cock up between my breasts and ran her finger up the underside, pushing out a load of slime that ran down my chest to mix with the milk that was already covering my tits. She licked the head of my cock, then one nipple, then the other, sending waves of pleasure cascading through me and fresh loads of phallite slime gushing from my mouth, my cock, and my ass.
“I want that cock inside me,” Makala finally whispered to me. She turned around and looked at the other six women in the room, then pointed to Clementina. “And I want my cock inside her.”
Clementina smiled and approached Makala. The cave spirit pulled back from me and turned to Clementina. The two kissed, Makala’s blue skin pressing against Clementina’s light flesh. Their bodies pressed together as more milk trickled from their breasts and slime gushed from Makala’s cock. Clementina pulled Makala’s cock to her mouth and pulled at the tip. More slime slipped from the cave spirit’s meat as Clementina ran her hands up and down the long, thick shaft and teased the tip.
“Where do you want my cock?” Makala asked Clementina.
“You say you’ve been around phallites for centuries and yet you still have to ask?” Clementina said, turning and squatting down on all fours. She reached around with one of her hands and slipped four fingers into her asshole, pulling it upwards and stretching the pink hole. Her sheath poked out a couple of inches in a pink rose, gushing slime down her slit and her thighs.
“I was being polite,” Makala said, then playfully slapped Clementina’s thick hips. She hovered her cock over Clementina’s ass, stroking out slime and pre-come and trickling it across Clementina’s sretched, gaping pink asshole. She lightly touched the flesh with the tip.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, stroking my own cock and getting ready to drive my own meat into Makala’s asshole once she was inside Clementina.
“It’s been so long,” Makala said. “I’m just savoring the moment.”
While I let Makala have her moment of reflection, I glanced around the room. Olympia was still sitting on the stone steps, but her cock was out and fully erect, trickling slime from the tip. Her platinum goth twin daughters, Demeter and Athena, were on on either side of her, tag-teaming their mother’s pulsating purple erection, sucking the slime and pre-come from the head, licking the shaft. and taking turns swallowing their mothers thick fifteen inches down their throat. Below her cock, Olympia’s pussy gaped between her thick meaty labia, and below that, her wide open pink asshole trickled slime.
Ona was on all fours behind Athena, sucking, licking, and stretching her pink, open asshole.
My mom moved to stand behind me. She ran her tongue down my back and pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my own pink, waiting asshole. She slid three fingers from each hand inside my ass and pulled them apart, then planted her lips in my pink sphincter, sucking out a mouthful of slime, swallowing it, then sucking out more. Shivers of pleasure rocked through my body as I felt my sheath slip a few more inches out of my asshole. My mother pulled my sheath into her mouth, sucking it deep down her throat, then pulled back. Two feet of pink phallite sheath slipped out of my asshole, along with a wave of fresh slime. I moaned.
Makala, coming back from her moment of reflection. finally reached out her blue fingers, pulled Clementina’s thick cheeks apart and slipped her fat cock inside the waiting, slimy ass. Slime slipped from Clementina’s ass as Makala pushed her cock deeper and deeper, finally her balls came to rest on Clementina’s thick lobes.
Makala looked back at me and nodded. I stroked my cock several times, bringing my almost two feet of meat to full attention, then pulled the cave spirit’s cheeks apart, exposing a pretty cream-colored asshole. Like a phallite asshole, it gaped open, pressing a sheath outwards. I reached down, sucked at her sheath, pulling a few inches into my mouth. Makala moaned.
“Please get inside me…please…now…just slide right in,” she crooned. “I’m a cave spirit. My secret places are always deep and wet.”
I squirted slime from my cock down her cream-colored cavern, and teased her sheath with the tip. Makala begged me to fuck her. I finally slipped the tip of my cock inside. She groaned and her body quivered as she felt the first cock inside her in a century. Her cock shook inside Clementina, who moaned. I slid inch by inch into this beautifully bewitching, horned, hooved, blue-skinned, white-haired cave spirit, her moaning and whimpering all the way. Her slime and my slime mixed together and trickled down my balls. Finally I was all the way in. I reached around and could feel my cock against her stomach, and could feel her cock inside Clementina.
I began slipping in and out of the cave spirit, slowly at first, then with increased urgency. My motion rocked Makala back and forth, pushing her cock, in turn, in and out of Clementina, who was moaning. I pistoned my cock in the spirit’s ass, then slid back as her muscles tightened, pulling her sheath out of her body, gripping my cock. I grabbed the sheath and slid all the way out, pulling my sheathed cock completely out of her body. Her sheath was pearly cream-colored and I could see her slime and mine mixing inside. I stroked my cock with her extended flesh as she moaned, begging me to either stroke faster or get back inside her.
I slipped her sheath from my cock, pulling it up to my mouth and sucking the globs of slime and my pre-come that filled it, swallowing some and letting the rest trickle down my breasts. I let her sheath go and it slipped most of the way back into her pearly gaping asshole. My cock followed it as I rammed my almost two feet of meat back inside her begging anus.
My mother still stood behind me. She ran her hands down my back, then slipped three fingers into my own pink, sliming asshole, moving along with my body motions as I rocked in and out of Makala. She licked my milk-filled breasts, squeezing the nipples and sucking the milk from their long brown tips. I moaned in pleasure.
I increased my pace, ripping in and out of the cream-colored asshole of the cave spirit, her sheath gripping my cock with each stroke. Makala moaned and leaned forward, grabbing Clementina’s breasts and squeezing out a stream of milk.
My slimy, hairless balls knocked against the cave spirit’s slimy hairless balls as I pushed in and out of her asshole. She tightened her muscles and made me work for every inch. I pushed all the way in and held it. My balls rested against hers and I felt hers tighten then begin to throb as she poured her load into Clementina’s waiting ass. Come and slime pulsed from around her cock and out of Clementina’s ass, coating both Makala’s and my own balls. Makala’s ass muscles pulsed in time with her orgasm, teasing my cock. I felt my own balls begin to tighten as a fresh load of slime poured out of my ass. I was close to coming.
My mother bent down behind me, pulled my cheeks apart and sucked on my asshole. She sucked slime out into her mouth, running down her chin and across her large, milky, phallite breasts. She ran her tongue down my balls and licked around them, teasing the base of my cock and the edges of the cave spirit’s gaping, slimy asshole. Then, returning her lips to my own pink ass, she sucked hard, pulling my own sheath from my asshole. Biting it gently, she stretched it up between her breasts and tit-fucked my sheath, pulling it up and down with her mouth, slime and milk coating my flesh.
The sensations were more than I could take. My balls contracted and I shot my thick seed into the cave spirits waiting cavern. Pulse after pulse of come poured from my cock into Makala’s deep, gaping asshole, and as more of the spirit’s own seed ripped from her cock into Clementina.
As my climax slowed, I pulled out of Makala’s ass, dribbing slime and semen across her ass and balls. She slipped out of Clementina’s anus and the three of us plus my mom hugged and embraced as the orgasms ebbed.
On the steps beside the pool, Ona, Olympia, and the twins were recovering from their lovemaking.
“That’s better,” Makala said, smiling. She gave me a final kiss then stood up. “It is time to prophesize for you.”
“What, exactly, are you going to prophesize?” I asked. “Are you going to tell us our future?”
“I will tell you your past, and who you are.”
“What about opening that lock and key?”
“That too,” she said. “Let’s get started. First I need the seed of the one. Thanks to you I have a nice big load of that ready to go.” She winked at me.
She went to a large wood chest that stood against the wall and dug out a small bowl. She put the bowl on the floor and squatted, hovering her asshole over it, then reaching down and stretching her cheeks apart and gaping her ass. A thick rope of slime and my seed gushed from her cream colored orifice into the bowl. She pulled her asshole wider with her fingers and squeezed her abdomen muscles, pushing more out, slithering from her ass into the wooden container.
Still not satisfied with what she had extracted, she turned around and pointed her perfect pearly asshole at us. I realized for the first time that Makala had the same exhibitionist streak that Ona had. She hovered her asshole over the bowl, arched her back, and slipped her entire hand into her ass, pushing her forearm deep inside. After a moment she slowly began to withdraw her arm, her cream-colored sheath gripping her forearm as she pulled out, extending six inches outside her ass. When her hand finally popped free of her sheath a huge glob of my come came with it, filling the bowl about two-thirds full of my semen and our combined slime. She ran her hand along her sheath, squeezing out a few final droplets.
“That should be sufficient,’ Makala said, licking the slime and come from her hand with a long tongue similar to my mother’s. She went back to the crate, several inches of slimy, come-soaked flesh still hanging from her ass like a tail behind her balls. She took out a couple of small cloth bags and mixed some ingredients into the bowl with my juice, added some water, and stirred. The final mixture was a pale purple.
She seated herself in a stone throne that sat along the far wall, lifted the mixture to her mouth, and drank it down. A thick thread of the pale violet semen potion trickled down her chin and dripped off, running down the deep cleavage between her milk-laden breasts. Her cock, which was still slick with her semen, my semen, and Clementina’s slime, slowly rose back to attention, pointing outwards and upwards so the tip hovered just beyond the end of her long, cream-colored nipples. Beneath the base of her cock, her balls rested atop several inches of sheath that still was coming out of her ass.
She set the cup aside and crossed her arms under her breasts, pulling her erect cock in between them, the head sticking out from between the squeezed cleavage. A pulse of slime and semen emerged from the tip, slithering across the front of her breasts, mixing with a trickle of milk from her high, wide cream-colored nipples.
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
A light mist infused the chamber, drifting down from the high, domed ceiling.She lowered her face and opened her eyes, I gasped. They had become grey, swirling pools, like the mist that was slowly filling the room. Her cock still slowly pulsed a light mixture of semen and slime across her breasts.
She turned her face to me, then to my mother.
“You are the one,” she said to me. “And you are the six. Together, you are the seven. The door to the seven will be yours when you unlock the lock.”
Turning to Clementina, she said “You are the consort, you are the power. You are without number, because without you the one can not be the one.”
She looked to Ona.“You are the other mother. You are the loving, caring, giving, selfless mother yet you are also also the gaping, slathering, selfish sucking whore. You are without number because your progeny will be without number.”
She turned to Olympia. “You are two. You are the merging of two parts into one. Together with the one you can become the three. The door to the three is not ready. You must first unlock the door of the seven.”
She turned to Athena and Demeter. “You are the alchemists. You are two, but you are not the two. With your two and the two and the one you become the five. The door to the five is not ready. You must first unlock the door of the three.”
She turned back to me. “You are the one. The door of the one is not ready. You must first unlock the door of the five.”
She closed her eyes. “The door of the one and the door of the three and the door of the five and the door of the seven do not unlock the door of the seventeen, but I can not see that far ahead. You have tried before and have never made it that far. Your own greed and desire have pushed you from the path. Your fate – and the fate of countless others – is in your hands yet again. Do not fail again, for there are not limitless attempts.”
There was silence. The mist filled the room. I decided to try asking a question.
“What do you mean when you say the fate of countless others is on our hands?” I asked.
Makala took a deep breath, sending a fresh wave of slime and come from the tip of her cock cascading across her engorged breasts. “Humanity has disconnected from the source. Your chance to bring your species back from the brink lies beneath us. You have tried before and failed. The time for your people runs short. Your inability to listen to your own experts who warn you of the impending disaster means that this may be your last chance. Fall, and your people may fall with you. There may be another one, another chance, but there is at least a generation between attempts and the world may be laid waste if you fail and another generation passes.”
“Jesus…” Clementina murmured.
“What do we have to do?” I asked.
“Unlock the locks and the path will become clear.”
“What is the first lock?”
“The door of the seven.”“And how do we unlock that lock?”
“I will show you, but first ask me any further questions you may have – quickly before the potion wears off.”
“How many others have tried?” Olympia asked.
“Three, four, five, I have lost count. But they are always you.”
“Will I die when my phallite dies?” I asked.
Makala’s head lolled forward. She slowly opened her eyes. She gray mist was gone from them.
“Sorry, show’s over,” she said. “The potion only lasts for a few minutes.”
She looked tired. I didn’t know a cave spirit could look tired, but she did. Her cock, which had been at full attention, was quickly losing tone and hung limply between her legs, reaching below her knees.
“I need some time to rest,” Makala said. “But first, I must show you the lock and key for the door of the seven.”
She moved to a small cubby in the side of the chamber and pushed the wall back, revealing another chamber beyond.
The new chamber was about the size of the one we had just been in. The floor was covered with slime and light phallites slithered about in the ooze happily. A thick coating of a glowing pink substance – similar to that in the royal chamber – coated the walls. There were several cubbies I could see along the walls, but most were blocked off by coatings of the pink organic material, except for one. Makala led us to the one open cubby.
Inside the cubby was a stone bench. In the center of the bench was an impression like might be made if a person – a naked person – sat on the bench. However, there was a small problem with anyone sitting there. Protruding out of the center of the impression – where certain orifices might be if a person sat down – was a long pink, phallic-looking stalk that stood about five feet above the bench.
“What the fuck…” Clementina whispered as we approached.
“This is the lock and key to open the door of the seven.”
The pink stalk seemed to sense our approach, and clear slime and a semen-like cream poured from the tip. It pulsated and throbbed, reaching towards us, growing longer, now almost seven feet and writhing like a tentacle.
“That’s impossible,” I said. “Not even a phallite body could take a shaft like that. No way.”
There was a long, uncomfortable pause as the stalk continued to try to reach us, and touch us. We all positioned ourself a safe distance. Then Olympia spoke up.
“Actually…” she said.
“Yeah,” Ona added.
“Actually there might be a way.”
“How?” I asked.
“I have some things I need to show you in the lab,” Olympia said. “And since I think our new friend needs a nap…” she indicated Makala “…perhaps we should retire upstairs and come back tomorrow when we are all fresh. Sound good?”
A murmur of assent ran through us and we filed back out of the chamber, said good night to Makala, and made our way out of the nexus and up to the top floor of the barn where the lab was.
When we were all seated in front of a large computer screen, Olympia began.
“You probably already know some of this from what I have told you before, but please bear with me,” she said, and pulled up a 3D model of a phallite carrying human female with all the internal organs visible.
“So, as you know,” Olympia said. “The phallites do a lot of rewiring and replumbing of the human body. What we are most interested in right now is the internal plumbing around the genitalia and the alimentary canal.” She hit a couple of buttons on a computer keyboard and several parts of the 3D model lit up on the screen.
“As we talked about the other day, the large intestines are rerouted by the phallites. Some additional sphincters are added to wall off the last turn of the colon and the sigmoid is then extended upwards well into the chest cavity, which is why we can take things so deeply. I call that extension of the colon the phallon, after the creatures that created it There are a bunch of additional slime organs wrapped around the phallon which flush out the entire passage after evacuation. That’s how it is kept clean. A second tunnel comes out of the vagina, bypassing the uterus, and connecting to the phallon almost at the very end, with sphincters in place to ensure nothing ends up in the wrong place. You will notice the odd turn the vaginal phallon takes, which is why it is less pleasurable than the anus for deep penetration. Both the anal and vaginal phallons join at the very end in the chest cavity. I thought that was the logical end of both tunnels, but then I noticed one additional structure.”
She hit another button on the keyboard, and another organ lit up in the throat of the 3D model.
“There is another exit point for the phallons,” she said. “We now have a third opening in our throat that is normally held closed by a sphincter but that can open when aroused and when stimulated by an object entering the throat or pushing up from below.”
“I’m not a scientist,” I said when Olympia paused for a breathe. “So what are you trying to tell us? Is there a ‘for Dummies’ version of all this?”
“Perhaps a demonstration is in order,” Olympia said. “Ona and I tried this out this morning and it worked.” She nodded to Ona.
Ona, being Ona, couldn’t miss the chance for putting on a show. She slowly stripped out of her swimsuit and climbed on top of an examination table. Olympia handed her a two-foot-long double-headed flexible dildo. Ona graphically licked the toy from end to end, then slipped it into her mouth a few inches, teasing her throat and extracting large gobs of slime that stretched out from her mouth when she pulled the dong out. The slime slithered from her lips and ran across her heavy breasts. She licked the toy again, then slid it back down her throat. This time, she didn’t stop until the entire toy had been pushed completely inside her throat. She opened her mouth to show us that the dildo had vanished.
Ona smiled and turned around, pointing her ass at us. She purred and stretched her cheeks, gaping her asshole and revealing the slimy pink flesh inside, her sheath pushing out a couple of inches.
Olympia took a large glob of slime that was dribbling from Ona’s ass and coated her hand and arm in it, then slipped her fingers inside Ona’s waiting sphincter. First it was just her fingers, then her entire hand, then her forearm, then her elbow. A few inches past her elbow, she stopped, paused, then slowly withdrew. Ona’s flesh gripped her arm as she pulled out, sliding out like a sheath several inches.
Olympia’s elbow appeared, then her forearm, and finally her hand, her fingers lightly gripping the end of the double-headed monster we had just seen Ona slide down her throat. When the far end of the dong popped free of her extended sheath, Ona squeezed her asshole shut, sending fresh globs of slime sliding down her thick labia. She knelt and took the dildo in her hands, licking it end-to-end, before turning to the rest of us and smiling, gripping the toy between her breasts like she was about to tit-fuck it.
“Any questions?” she asked coquettishly.
The five of us who weren’t involved in the demonstration looked at each other.
“So can all of us do this?” Demeter asked. “Including Roshelle?”
“Yes,” Olympia replied. “All of our phallons connect into our throats.”
“So, given a big enough cock, we could go all the way through,” Athena said.
Olympia nodded. “I’d recommend going in anally the first time. Vaginally has some additional turns that could be uncomfortable until you are used to it.
”Another moment of silence grabbed the room, until I asked the question that I think was on everyone’s mind.
“So who’s going to ride that pink stalk downstairs?” I asked.
As expected, Ona’s hand shot up in the air…
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ncg25x/clementina_part_xvi_extreme_erotic_horror_body
Damn, the formatting is hosed again. Don’t have the time to fix it right now, will try to get to it later today. Sorry.
I have not read the other parts but this was a fun read. Maybe you cover this in other chapters but I am curious about the smell of phallite sex. I liked that you also described the taste of the cave spirit.