The Cave (Chapter 1) [[F]antasy]

This is a tale of a village many centuries ago, hidden away in the mountains free from the developing world’s mechanisms and wars, a place the villagers referred to as Valentine, named after the Goddess that granted them peaceful existence. This is not a tale of heroes and villains, but of survivors.

Valentine was a small prosperous place, the people smiled, violence was unknown, and the only crime was to go where only the elders were allowed, a cave at the top of a grassy path surrounded by vibrant flowers of all colors, that ended at a dirt and gravel entrance to a dark cave that released a musky scent of sweet allure.

The cave had no name, but the elders kept its secret, a rite to peace, that is passed down from one generation to the next. Here was the altar of Valentine, here, was where she awaited once every 20 years for an ancient offering, an exchange for continual blessing. On the first night of a full moon after the tenth month on the twentieth year, Valentine awaited the elders to appear with their offering.

This ritual was a silent one, though the village knew of it, they knew not of what it meant, only that to fail to keep their side of an ancient agreement would mean Valentine would fulfill it herself.

The full moon was high in the inky black sky, shrouded in clouds. A single man approached, his footsteps left the soft grass and stepped upon the rough gravel. His offering in his arms for this time it was his family that would bear the sacrifice. At the foot of the cave, a bright pink light shown from a divine figure, smiling in grace and blinding beauty, Valentine reached out her arms, and took the offering from the man.

“Divine one, have mercy.” He whispered and sunk away from her naked figure.

“Fear me not, for now this one shall know sleep for twenty five years, and the last one shall awaken to become a guardian for your village. No harm befalls any in this place. Only the pleasure of guardianship.”

“Yes, divine one…” The elderly man spoke but did not leave. Something was amiss that a Goddess would see right through.

“Tell me.” She spoke gently.

“My daughter… She… Does not consent… I fear she will… Be foolish…” The man failed to speak louder than a whisper.

“I know.” Valentine whispered with joy, “She, as all others, are welcome to perform the rite of exchange. I will bring no harm to her either. You are all, deeply loved.” She said and held her palm to the man, “Go, and bring her if she wills.”

The man retreated, and Valentine looked down at her offering, an infant who knew nothing, who would for twenty five years sleep in a magical stasis and be given dreams of paradise, to mature, and become her newest daughter and guardian once of age. She disappeared into the cave, her light fading with each step.

The moon lowered, the sun rose, and a woman ran to the cave entrance in distress as the golden hour loomed.

Zoey, the young mother of the child stood at the end of the grassy path, droplets of dew on the rainbow flowers cast iridescent rays of light across the cave. She felt this was all a mistake, that this was a punishment for bearing a child with a man who did not remain, the villagers shunned her for her promiscuity and failing to keep the father of her daughter in her bed. She would not yield, she performed the rite of exchange, and stripped her clothing until she was cold and naked, and summoning great bravery, stepped into the cave and disappeared into its darkness.

The first of many steps were harsh, the gravel was rough, but then as darkness took away her ability to see forward and further she stepped into something soft, and wet, sticky and warm. She stopped realizing the ground seemed to slither, and looked down shocked at the sensation when a pink light illuminated a floor of bulbous flesh gently caressing the sole of her feet. She looked up to Valentine smiling at her a few feet away.

“Zoey, you came.” She said with a smile, long pink hair draping over her shoulders and chest.

“Goddess! Please! This is a punishment by the villagers, my child is not the one meant to be here!” She pleaded and the Goddess bowed her head in respect.

“Sadly, you are right, and sadly, what is done is done, but I am not cruel. This rite exists for this reason, for mortals can be very, ungodly. I will return your child in exchange for your…Journey to the heart of this cave, there you will find your child, and set her free, she will be returned to the end of the rainbow path leading to this cave, but only if you can endure the journey.” Valentine made the goal clear.

“What must I do?” Zoey asked.

“In this place, the passage of time is different. The offerings are kept in a slumber and nurtured by myself to mature to an appropriate age to take on the mantle of guardianship, untouched and perfectly in health, where once at the age of 25, they awaken, no wiser than when they were brought here, and they no longer age, by my power, and serve for me for eternity. You will find many of my daughters here performing their duty of guardianship to keep your village and way of life safe from that which exists within this place. You must perform their duties as you come across them, and venture deeper after each performance… If your intent is still pure when you reach your daughter at the heart of this cave, the rite of exchange will be completed, and you will take her place, otherwise, you will be returned in her stead.”

“My intent is pure! Take me instead!” Zoey exclaimed desperately.

“We shall see…” Valentine smirked and extended her arm to what was beyond her, illuminating the chamber presenting Zoey’s first duty.

There was a shocking moment for Zoey, the cave was alive, its walls slithering with soft bumpy flesh that squirted sticky clear wet liquid from the walls and ceiling of the living purple moving surfaces. In the chamber beyond was a mound of the flesh like a bed to lay upon, and on it was a woman laying face down, embraced into the bed with her arms and legs spread out and engulfed into the purple skin, writhing, her butt kept raising then quickly sinking down into the purple bed of soft flesh, the slick sound of her skin rubbing against the wet skin of the cave bed filling the air.

“What?” Zoey walked beyond the Goddess confused by the sight, “I don’t understand.” She said and looked back to darkness, the Goddess was gone but dim pink light kept the area lit. She looked back at the sight just as the woman’s movements quickened, it became clear she was thrusting her hips down into the flesh bed as the slicking noise grew louder, her pace stuttered as her entire body spasmed then continued. Zoey slowly approached confused by the scene as the woman thrusted faster, spasmed and twitched then kept going.

As Zoey leaned in to understand what was happening the answer became clear as a strange guttural moaning voice left the woman as if she knew no language, and she thrust her hips down once more as her entire body shook and her back arched, and she squirted hard over the bed, some of it spraying across and beyond it landing against Zoey’s body as she gasped and flinched back at the sound and sight and feeling of the woman cumming hard enough to cause a small puddle of fluid to form around the foot of the bed creating a sound of running liquid.

The woman began shaking uncontrollably gasping again and again before going limp with a deep sigh, and then after a short pause slowly began to raise and lower her butt again, starting all over.

Zoey looked around and another bed was present, as if awaiting her. It was suddenly clear what she had to do. She gulped, and wiped the hot fluid off of her face then approached. It was flat mostly with grooves for her arms and legs to lay in, and at the bottom was a raised mound with fleshy bulbous bumps and at the top two bowl like holes, it was angled that her head would be lower than her feet. She recognized the way it was meant to accompany her anatomy and took a deep breath and climbed onto the table and laid down upon it.

She put her legs into the grooves and they swallowed over them and pulled tightly onto her pulling her pussy roughly down into the bumpy mound causing her to gasp. She bit her lip and placed her arms in the grooves and the same happened to them only her chest was pulled into the bowls of the table. Immediately the warmth of the wet skin enveloped most her body as her arms and legs, stomach, hips, and chest were being gently brushed and sucked on by a soft tender texture like wet slippery skin, and her pussy was being gently rubbed by the bulbous parts of the mound slipping between her lips and over her vulva and clit.

Her heart was racing and she was scared, but it wasn’t long before the sensations began to arouse her, she tried to move and found only her torso and hips weren’t suctioned down, but as she moved she also felt the slippery mound sticking to her private flesh stimulating every bit between her legs.

A moment came, she suddenly knew why that woman was humping so vigorously…It felt incredibly good, even comforting, as her hips motioned in any direction due to the mound pressed up against and caressing her pussy. She finally sighed and knew what to do. She raised her butt, the bulbs licked up along her slit then pressed her hips down grinding her slit into the mound.

It was unlike anything she ever imagined, that one motion caused her pussy to glow in hot warmth as a wave of pleasure flowed up her back and stomach and down her legs. “Ohh…” She moaned slightly… Then raised and lowered her butt again, “Ohh!” She gasped as her pussy throbbed under her clit sending a hot lightning like wave of pleasure down into her caressed toes and up into her head, the throbbing didn’t stop. She was frightened by how fast she was close to cumming, it was unnatural, unnaturally pleasurable. She heard that odd voice again as the sound of flowing fluids filled the chamber.

Zoey looked over at the woman as she shook uncontrollably. …Her heart skipped a beat, it looked amazing, like she was in bliss. Her stomach throbbed, her legs twitched, she readied herself, raised her hips, and began thrusting down against the mound with reckless abandon.

She humped the mound once, twice, thrice, and lost count as a feeling blossomed within her stomach, an orgasm unlike anything was about to erupt when the bed sucked down on her just before cumming stopping her motion, “Ahhnn!?” She squealed unable to finish herself trembling uncontrollably, and the coming orgasm faded, she was released and immediately began humping again chasing the pleasure. Within a few hard fast thrusts she was an inch away from cumming when the bed sucked on her and stopped her movement, her pussy was spasming, she shook from trying so hard to move, then was released as the orgasm faded again, she redoubled her efforts thrusting herself into the mound even faster grinding her lips and clit harder and harder trying to cum before she was stopped, the orgasm approached like a tidal wave when she was sucked on and restrained again just before it breached her body, “Ogghnn!” She grunted loudly trembling violently and was released as it faded, and continued to shove her pussy against the mound faster and harder humping uncontrollably, this next rising orgasm was different, it felt deep, it felt full, it was rising up her spine, filling her stomach, flowing down her thighs, her toes were clenching, her fingers were shaking, her entire body rumbling with each desperate harsh thrust as it approached. She was throwing herself into the mound when it broke out of her like a waterfall rushing over the edge, her back arched, her entire body tensed up, and hot liquid rolled down across her entire torso soaking her in her own cum, “AGHHHNNNN!!” She screamed burying herself against the mound as her orgasm brought her to the brink of unconsciousness, her blanking memory recalled a gentle rubbing sensation against her pussy from the bulbous mound while she held her pussy shoved against it, feeling it wringing out her orgasm until she was literally out of breath, she went limp then began shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of an aftershock from her orgasm spread and reverberated across her body over and over as she gasped for air. Finally she sighed the heaviest she ever had in her life and fell deadweight against the bed, her pussy still throbbing and bearing down gently, each throb sending a wave of pleasure rippling out and across her body.

The bed released her, but she didn’t move for several long minutes, fading in and out, the sound of the other woman groaning and the noise of running liquid from her cumming brought her back to lucidity. She rolled off the bed and fell onto the cave floor gasping for air.

This was only the beginning?! She thought to herself. She looked onward at the path forward and curled up into a ball and laid down next to the bed still soaked in her own cum.

“I…Won’t…Give up…” She muttered, and pulled forth the strength to get up and slowly, with wobbling legs, walk forward, deeper into the cave.

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