I’m not sure how long my creature kept me inside him. My memories faded as my brain grew soggy from the oxytocin and the orgasms. Unlike human cocks, the tentacles never failed to perform. Mostly because there was always another tentacle. I spent days turning from swollen head to swollen head. I never went hungry, in fact my stomach was nearly always full of delicious cum. At first, I worried that the creature’s womb would become a horrendous cesspit—what goes in must come out. Luckily, my creature was of the “waste not, want not” attitude. I grew to enjoy the pleasant suction in my ass and at my pisshole. Somehow my creature always sensed my body’s needs. As my babies grew within me, the tentacles began to pay less attention to me sexually. I didn’t mind; after all, I had work to do. I had to save my energy for my babies.
One day I woke up and felt different somehow. My babies had become restless, squirming endlessly inside me. For the first time since I was devoured, I saw my creature’s mouth open. Suddenly, the tentacles pushed me out into the blinding daylight. Everything was too much. I wasn’t used to the fresh air or even holding myself upright. But I knew what I had to do—not consciously, it came from somewhere deep inside me. I got up and started moving towards the treeline by instinct. I could smell water nearby. I could almost feel its source deep beneath the earth. By the time I reached the rocky pool, my awareness had largely returned. The water was cold and clear, quickly cleansing me of the slime that coated me. My babies settled down and laid still. I heard a branch snap and turned quickly.
A young woman ran through the trees, stopping suddenly when she saw me. I cocked my head to the side, looking her up and down. She was shorter than me, with jet black hair and a cute upturned nose. A petite frame with perky tits that poked out from beneath her torn shirt, the only thing she wore. Her mascara had run and I could see the panic in her eyes. With barely any hesitation she sped toward me, slipping silently into the spring. She tried to hide, but there was no escaping the man who followed her.
You’ve seen this man before. Maybe not this exact one, but are any of them different? They leer from the shadows, predatory animals with dead eyes. The ones two whom every sacrificed girl is another brick in the wall around their pain.
“Well well well,” he slurred thickly, spinning a butterfly knife in his hands. “You really are my lucky charm, darlin’. Here I was just expecting company, and you brought me to a party!”
He laughed long and slow, like a hyena. I rose from the water and watched as his eyes flicked down to my swollen tits and pregnant belly. I walked coyly toward him, ignoring the string of noes murmured behind me. I was quicker than him, wrapping a vicelike grip around his knife hand before the laugh could die in his throat. The blood thundered through his veins, and I realized I had changed more than I thought. I was the rose, but also the thorn. I took pride in the fact that it was his own hand, his own knife, that slit his cowardly throat. His lifeless body fell softly onto the moss. The sticky blood covered my whole body like my creature’s juices, stoking my lust. The girl was crying openly now, expecting me to turn on her next. She cowered neck deep in the spring as I drew near.
I used a single bloody finger to lift her chin, bringing her to her feet. Blood dripped down her neck in unsteady lines as she trembled before me. Slowly, I licked the crimson fluid from her pale, white throat. The girl stopped crying as I kissed her neck, sucking softly just above her collarbone.
“You’re safe now, love. It’s just the two of us…for the moment.”
I’m not even sure she really heard me. Her confusion soon turned to contentment as I pushed her up against the edge of the pool and slipped my hand between her thighs. The pool’s clear water clouded as the blood washed off of me. Her soft lips brushed against mine, opening to allow our tongues to meet. Her sweet taste mixed with the cloying, coppery liquid coating my lips as our bodies pressed together. She groaned deep in her throat as I spread her labia, pushing two fingers inside and hooking them up to reach her g-spot. My thumb crept up to her clit, gently massaging just below it and to the left. Her hands reached up to caress my breasts, pinching at my hard nipples. Her sighs rose higher in pitch until she was squealing into my mouth. I bit her lip sharply and finger-fucked her until I felt her pussy begin to squeeze uncontrollably. With a shuddering moan she came against my hand, heaving and squeezing my body tightly to her.
Without warning, I felt a stirring in my womb. My babies had had their first taste of vaginal fluids, and it had driven them wild. I pressed my body harder against her and kissed her deeply, not knowing but very much suspecting what was going to happen. There was no pain when the first of my children emerged from my birth canal and swam for the open, vacant hole that was so close and so inviting. The girl’s eyes shot open as my baby entered her. She looked at me with surprise as I caressed her cheeks with both hands.
“You’re about to be part of the family, love.”
As more and more of my children swam blindly inside her, I shifted my other hand to gently probe at her asshole. Eyes rolled into the back of her head, she could do nothing more than shiver against me as the rubbery, worm-like swarm dove and bucked inside her cunt. I poked a finger into her ass, testing how far she could stretch. She had a long way to go, but I could tell she had potential. Her pleasured outcries soon became wordless and animalistic as she opened her legs to accept the last of my litter. I slipped another finger into her ass and began thrusting mercilessly, sensing her approaching climax. Her arousal already heightened by our coupling, she easily surrendered to the unnatural pleasure. The orgasm ravaged through her body, and she fell limp in my arms as she lost consciousness.
My children rushed out of her then, and swam down and down into the depths of the pool. Now, they would grow up to be big, strong creatures just like mine. Without pause, I turned and carried her back the way I had come. My creature was just where I left it. What had scared me before now appeared beautiful in my eyes. It’s long, slug-like body turned towards me, eyestalks swiveling in my direction. I could smell the scent of lust and longing rising from his body. I offered the girl to him wordlessly. With a low shlorp, he swallowed her whole. His maw remained open, beckoning. I crawled back inside, resting right next to the still-unconscious girl. A mass of tentacles swarmed up my ass and one easily penetrated my throat. The maw closed behind me, and I knew I was home.
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