WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE. MUCH OF THIS STUFF IS BIOLOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE.
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 and sad. Please heed all warnings!
If you’re the kind of person who ignores warnings and regrets it later, have this: r/eyebleach
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, ‘cause, after all, ain’t that the point?
This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.
This part continues chapter 6. This chapter is turning the story back to its roots as a horror story. You have been warned. This part begins immediately after Part XXVII ends.
I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them. And if you have been paying attention, more than one reader suggestion has made its way into the story…
Clementina, Part XXVIII
Chapter 6: Sigil [continues]
Makala was floating in her pool in her chamber when we entered, only her face, breasts, and slightly turgid cock were above the water. She didn’t open her eyes but she spoke softly.
“Yes? Something interesting in the portal?”
“Very,” my mother said, repeating what she said earlier. “Nazi dark phallite girls, with a cockgirl dark queen who gives live birth to huge dark phallites.”
Makala’s eyes shot open and she slipped to the edge of the pool, looking up at us from the water.
“A dark queen? Live birth? Huge phallites?” she said, eyes wide. “You saw all this?”
“Yes, first hand,” I said. “We came to you first because talking to Bathory comes with a lot of baggage.”
“Understood, she does have her little bat-winged issues. This is worse than I had expected.”
“What do we do?” I asked.
“Continue watching for any more useful information, and perhaps its time to make a trip back into the brood chamber. Now that the doors around the nexus are being opened, the light phallite nest is capable of defending itself. There are soldiers that can be hatched that have wicked bites, indestructible shells, and a bad attitude. They aren’t very big and I think we could send the six of you through each with a backpack full of them. It should give you a fighting chance if things get out of hand.”
“And what if they have hatched their soldiers?” I asked.
“Well, just making a wild guess, if their soldiers are as big as their phallites, I doubt they are going to have too many. There can only be one, you know…” she winked at Ona “…gaping slathering whore per timeline.” Ona winked back.
“What about weapons?” Clementina asked.
“The portal won’t let you carry heavy weapons through. If you want to take knives or hatchets that’s fine, but firearms will get left behind.”
“Damn,” I said. I think at some level I had already gotten my heart set on going in there, guns blazing. You know – if those bastards thought their dark phallite queen was a badass cockgirl, wait until they met me, and all that. Oh well.
“Will there be light phallites there?” I asked. “We need light phallites to help us drive out the dark. And will it even work the same way as here?”
“Probably there will be light phallites, and probably the process of removing the dark will be the same, but I don’t know for sure.”
Clementina, my mom, and I tramped back to the portal room. Ona and Olympia were there with some tech.
“We figured it would be easier to just set up a camera pointing at the portal than us just sitting here all the time. First off, we can watch the cam from anywhere, second we can record,” Ona said.
“Makes sense,” I replied. “And we are going to need to put your ‘mother of thousands vs. gaping slathering whore’ skills back to work tomorrow. We need to open another egg in the brood chamber.”
Ona perked up. “I can’t wait.”
Once the tech was squared away, it was getting towards evening and we all made our way out to the pool. My mom gave everyone a rundown of what we had seen in the portal, Olympia gave a tech update, and I talked about needing to make another trip back to the brood chamber. Then I turned to the goth twins Athena and Demeter.
“Anything useful upstairs?”
“No, mostly,” Demeter said, then trailed off.
“Mostly…?” I prompted.
“Just two things,” Demeter said, getting out of the pool, trying her hands, and going inside. She came back a moment later with a picture and a small cloth sack. The image was a black and white photograph of a woman with traditional phallite curves and thick genitalia. She was nude and did not look happy. Her arms trailed off to the side of the photo and looked like they may have been being held my persons not in the image. It would have just been an old fashioned bit of pornography except for the fact that she had a tattoo on her left arm in the form of a swastika.
“Do you recognize her?” I asked Clementina. She shook her head.
Demeter reached into the cloth sac and pulled out a round piece of metal that had been carved into a symbol that I didn’t recognize.
“And then there was this,” she said.
“That’s a sigil,” Bathory said immediately, taking the seal from Demeter and examining it.
“Is it the sigil we are looking for?” I asked.
“It’s not the Sigil of the One. I don’t recognize it.”
“Does it do anything useful?” my mom said.
“We’ve never seen this before have we?” Bathory said, looking over at Makala and Alura, who both shook their heads. “We should take it down into the nexus tomorrow and see if it opens any of the still-closed doors.”
I turned back to the goth twins. “Any other paraphernalia?”
Demeter and Athena shook their heads.
I looked at the photo again. Something triggered in the back of my mind. I climbed out of the pool and dried off, then got out my phone, shining the bright light from the phone on the image for maximum illumination.
I recognized that face. I had seen it just a couple of hours before – except the last time it had been covered in black lines, the eye sockets had been black, and the eyeballs glowing red.
“It’s her,” I said, gesturing to Clementina and my mom. “Fuck, look at it. It’s her – the dark queen.”
And it was. My mom and Clementina concurred.
“Does that help us determine if that’s in our timeline?” my mom asked.
“It increases the odds,” Bathory said. “But it’s no guarantee.”
The next morning, the entire crew trooped down to the nexus. The plan was to see if the strange sigil we had found opened any doors, and then to start hatching a brood of these soldier creatures. Ona hadn’t even bothered to get dressed, instead she disappeared into the brood chamber while the rest of us were still out in the nexus.
Olympia had brought a water-resistant tablet down with her, so we could monitor the Portal of the Sigil while we diddled with this new sigil we had just found. Bathory had the new, strange sigil in her hands and was moving along the row of still-unopened doors, trying to see if she got any kind of a response, but nothing. However, when she moved the metal circlet over the open door leading back to the Portal of the Sigil, the piece of metal suddenly vibrated.
“Well that was odd,” she said. Moving back and forth, testing to see if the effect repeated. It did. In fact, when she moved the sigil a few feet down the hallway towards the Portal, it began to faintly glow in the dim light.
Before Bathory could take more than two steps down the hallway, Makala spoke up.
“I don’t like this,” she said. “This thing might interact with the portal somehow. I think we need to get this out of the nexus right now.”
Bathory turned, and I think she was going to say something dismissive, when Olympia, who had been monitoring the feed from the cam in the portal room spoke up.
“Guys, something’s happening.”
We all turned to the screen Olympia had propped up near the tunnel leading back to the queen’s chamber. On the screen, the dark queen had come into the room on the other side of the portal. She was still nude, and her vaginal and anal sheaths still prolapsed out wetly behind her, sliding across the floor on a trail of slime.
The queen looked around the room and lifted her nose in the air as if sniffing something. She moved around the room slowly, turning this way and that, as if she knew something was wrong but couldn’t quite place it.
“I really, really don’t like the look of this,” Alura said.
“Me neither,” added Makala.
“You guys are so…” Bathory started dismissively then trailed off as the dark queen suddenly turned and looked straight into the camera. Then stepped forward. Suddenly she was through the portal, standing in the room at the other end of the hallway behind us.
We collectively turned.
At the end of the hallway, the light coming from the portal room was eclipsed by a shape moving through the door. A moment later that shape was silhouetted against the glow, with only her glowing red eyes discernible besides her outline. She had the typical phallite female shape – pendulous breasts, narrow waist, flared hips. Though it was too dark to make out her sheaths hanging from her ass and slit, we could hear them sliding slickly across the stone floor. As she entered the glow from the nexus, we could make out the dark recesses around her eyes, the black of her nipples/navel/genetalia, the dark lines coursing across her skin, and the dark flesh of her prolapsed sheathes. That was definitely the same dark queen we had seen through the portal.
She reached the end of the hallway and stood beyond the archway into the nexus. She looked around at us, one by one.
Then everything happened at once.
As if sensing the presence of a dark phallite in the room, all the light phallites that were coursing through the slime on the floor of the nexus raced towards the dark queen. She looked down and muttered something and started to back down the tunnel to the portal.
Bathory lept in the air, beat her wings, and in a second was on top of the dark queen, dragging her to the floor of the tunnel leading back to the portal.
“Don’t let her escape,” she cried. “Let’s purge this bitch.”
Makala and Alura raced to her aid. The three of them were able to overpower the dark queen who seemed shockingly docile. The stood her up and turned her around, facing back towards the nexus.
Just below the step down leading into the nexus, a half dozen light phallites squirmed, seemingly looking for the opportunity to leap up and enter the body of this intruder. Usually light phallites were one per host, but these guys seemed ready to gang tackle whatever was inside the dark queen.
The dark queen looked placidly down at the light phallites just a few feet away, then she looked up and met my eyes.
I recalled when I had purged Clementina of her dark phallite. She had been going back and forth between being controlled by the dark, and having moments of lucidity. I realized that this dark queen was having that experience. She looked at me and suddenly the red glow disappeared from her eyes, to be replaced by just normal human pupils.
“Help me,” she said softly. Then a second later her eyes lit up again and she struggled against the cave spirits.
Clementina and Ona, who had emerged from her chamber, reacted more quickly than any of us. Clementina appeared carrying rope and a black plastic trash bag, and above us I heard the sound of the wood chipper firing up in the barn.
When we had purged Ona, I thought we were done with this drill. I hated the idea of feeding more dark phallites into the chipper. But I hated even more the idea of unleashing more of the horrors that killed my father. I steeled my nerves against what was to come.
Clementina tied up the dark queen as she had tied up Ona those weeks ago, anchoring her legs to boulders in the nexus, her hips spread apart with enough room to slide under them. The dark queen’s arms were behind her back and she swore furiously at us as we pushed her into place.
“There are only three of us in this room who have done this before,” I said. “Myself, my mother, and Clementina. So I guess its my mom and I.” I turned to my mother. “You want bottom or top?” I asked.
“I’ll take bottom, you can do all the work,” she said, somehow finding a moment of levity in the midst of the mayhem.
I pulled off my bikini top and thong bottom and my mother did the same. She began stroking her tentacle labia, pulling them forward, forming them into a thick, meaty cock, even as thick slime slid from her cunt and ass, and milk trickled from her heavy phallite breasts.
For me, unfortunately, all the memories of our first encounter with the dark phallites came racing back. My cock stayed soft, my tits were dry, my asshole and slit weren’t even damp. All I could think about was my father, his corpse manacled to the wall of the then-infested nexus.
My mother read everything in my eyes and came to me, pressing her warm, milky breasts against mine and slipping her hand between my legs to cup my cock.
“Roshele,” she said. “Look at me, listen to me. It’s okay, we know how to handle this, right? We’ve done this before, remember?”
I knew she was right.
I looked into her eyes as she leaned forward and we kissed. Her tongue slipped between my lips and I tasted the taste that could only be my mother. Our lips locked and for the first time I felt the beginnings of a stirring on my cock. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. My mother felt it too, because she began stroking my soft meat.
She pulled back and pushed my head down to her milky breasts, letting me suckle the delightful licorice-tinged phallite milk that slipped from the wide brown aureoles and long nipples at the end of her gargantuan mommy tits. My own mommy tits hung down below and Clementina came up behind me, pulling my mother’s tentacle-cock between my breasts and squeezing them together. A trickle of milk finally assayed from my own nipples, spraying down my mother’s stomach and her throbbing meat.
My cock began rising, a thin thread of slime sliding from the tip, and another trickle slipping from my asshole. Clementina slipped down on all fours in the slime of the nexus floor and pulled my cock into her lips, letting the hardening shaft slide down her throat to that special portal in the back that opened into the phallite tunnels beyond. She choked for a moment on my cock and on the slime that slid from my meat, then she found her rhythm, sliding her lips up and down my growing shaft that was now over a foot long, her tits and ass shaking with her motions.
I switched to my mother’s other breast, sucking out more of her delicious milk as Clementina kept deep-throating my cock. My mother had begun swaying her hips back and forth, sliding her meat up and down between my tits. I squeezed them together. The flow of slime from the tip mixed with the flow of milk from my tits, slipping down and coating Clementina’s hair as she continued to bounce her mouth up and down my growing, pulsating cock.
“I think you’re starting to get there,” Clementina said, pulling back and winking at me.
“I know how to get him the rest of the way there,” my mother said. She disengaged from me and turned around, pointing her asshole at me. Clementina purred and pulled my mother’s ass cheeks apart, gaping her asshole and causing nearly a foot of my mother’s anal sheath to prolapse out in a slick, slimy, pink mass.
If there was one thing that could get me hard no matter what else, it was my mother’s slimy pink gaping asshole.
My cock was over two feet and pulsated as I reached down and pulled my mother’s anal sheath up to my lips, sliding out another foot or so of her pink flesh. I sucked her anal slime down my throat, then took a mouthful and passed it in a kiss to Clementina, who sucked it down willingly. Clementina took my mother’s sheath and slid it over my cock, then slid three fingers from each hand into my mother’s asshole and pulled it wide. My mother’s pink, gaping, perfect asshole awaited me. I stroked my cock several times with her sheath, then drove it into my mom’s waiting ass.
My mother moaned as my meat pushed deep inside her. I felt my cock continue to grow as I slipped inside her asshole. She bore down with her muscles, making me feel every inch, every rib of my cock, every bump in my mother’s ass muscles. I moaned in return, feeling a fresh load of slime slip from my cock, my cunt, my asshole. Clementina knelt behind me, pulled my cheeks apart and pressed her lips against my asshole, pulling my anal sheath up and into her mouth, where she sucked greedily at my slime.
My cock was still growing as I began pumping my mother’s asshole in a steady rhythm. Our milky tits and thick hips shook with each push. Her sheath grabbed at my meat and her pink asshole flesh prolapsed out with each stroke. I pulled my cock all the way out, tugging her sheath with it, and pulling out a lobe of ass-flesh before I drove my meat back in, hard, eliciting a moan from my mother and an exhortation to fuck her harder.
I leaned forward, pressing my tits against my mother’s back, and squeezing her own mounds in front of her, sending streamers of milk into the slime on the nexus floor as my abdomen banged against her ass.
My cock had reached almost its maximum and was poking at the portal in the back of my mother’s throat. I could tell she was close to orgasm. I wanted nothing more than to unload my jizz inside my mother’s asshole – my favorite place to dump my come – but I knew we had more pressing issues.
I pulled my cock out of my mother’s asshole, letting her long, pink, slick sheath fall into the slime below. My mother looked back and our eyes met.
“Ready?” she asked. I nodded.
Clementina turned to the dark queen. The queen’s eyes blazed red angrily – whatever humanity was in here was taking a back seat to the dark phallite. Clementina seized the queen’s hair and forced her face down near the slime where the light phallites were still lurking.
“Open your mouth, bitch,” Clementina intoned, but the queen refused to cooperate. I pinched the dark queen’s nose. After a few seconds, she had to open her mouth to breathe. As soon as she did, three light phallites leapt down her throat.
Clearly the light phallites weren’t intimidated by the huge dark one inside the queen.
Clementina and Ona, who had joined us, lifted the dark queen slightly out of the slime, and my mother slid up under her. I guided my mother’s purple, pulsating cock into the dark queen’s slimy snatch. The pressure from my mother’s cock inside the queen caused her asshole to pop open and her anal sheath to fall out, hanging slickly in the slime. The queen’s ass flesh was black as her labia and nipples. I didn’t care. By that point I just needed someplace to ram my cock. I didn’t even bother to play with her sheath, I just slipped it over my monster cock and rammed it home.
The queen screamed as my meat split her asshole, stretching both her ass and cunt, gaping them. Suddenly the red fire went out of her eyes and she was human again.
“Fuck me,” she called. “Fuck that monster out of me.”
I was happy to comply and began ramming my cock in and out of the dark queen’s asshole. Her hips and tits shook with each stroke, her asshole prolapsing out as I yanked my meat out and pounded it home. As I fucked the queen’s ass, my cock slid up and down my mother’s meat that was deep inside the queen’s cunt. My mother and I locked eyes over the queen’s shoulder while the undersides of our cocks rubbed against each other through the queen’s anal and vaginal tissue as we DP’ed the dark queen.
Inside the queen’s abdomen I could feel the phallites fighting it out as we fucked. They spun around the dual cocks as the jockeyed for supremacy. Even though the light phallites were smaller, they were more maneuverable, and there were several of them, as opposed to the one dark phallite.
Suddenly the dark queen’s mouth flew open and a thick load of slime poured out. A second later the head of the large dark phallite popped out and looked around.
Ona appeared with the black plastic trash bag and hovered it in front of the creature, but it seemed like the monster had second thoughts, for it tried to slip back inside the dark queen.
“Not a chance,” I said. Tightening the last set of muscles in my cock, I pushed the end of my meat through the portal in the back of the queen’s throat, ejecting the creature into the black trashbag. Ona slammed the bag shut, and raced up the stairs to the barn. A second later the sound of the phallite being fed into the wood chipper reached us.
The former dark queen slipped from my cock and my mother’s cock and fell into the slime, staring upwards, bearing the bewildered look one takes on after being freed from a dark phallite’s spell. Unfortunately, my mother and I still hadn’t come. We were both hard as rocks and stared blankly at each other.
My grandmother, who had been placidly watching the goings on, discarded her own bikini and thong, and stepped forward, her phallite body and two rows of tits gleaming in the light of the nexus. She knelt down in front of my mother and stretched her asshole wide.
“Maybe the girl from the citadel might be able to help here,” she said.
My mother didn’t even need to think twice. She drove her tentacle cock into my grandmother’s waiting, slimy asshole. I came up behind my mother and penetrated her own, gaping sphincter. Pounding my mother’s asshole, I drove my own meat into my mother, and my mother’s cock into my four-titted grandmother.
Slime gushed from just about every orifice the three of us had as we fucked. Clementina spread her legs and lay down in front of my grandmother, pulling Eva’s mouth down to her slimy slit and clit.
I held onto my mother and leaned back, slipping her cock from my grandmother’s asshole and pulling the sheath out a couple of feet before I drove it back in. My grandmother moaned, and so did my mother.
I could feel an orgasm finally building inside me, and a second later I felt my mother come and unload her thick seed into my grandmother’s asshole. I picked up the pace even harder. As my mother pumped slime and come into her mother, I finally came, and filled my own mother’s asshole with my thick, juicy seed. Long tendrils of slime and come slid from my mother’s pink, prolapsed asshole, hanging down beneath her cunt and my own thick lobes. It mixed with the come and slime assaying from my grandmother’s ass.
The feeling was incredible – me coming into my mother’s asshole as she came into my grandmother’s asshole. Come, slime, a little blood coated all three of us as we pulled out and sank into the slime on the floor of the nexus – next to the former dark queen who was finally coming back to her senses.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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