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Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 6 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”Vessel of Corruption”**

Althea squirmed and writhed beneath the gaunt fanatic’s touch. The bony fingers held fast. When the four plagued cultists holding Althea’s ankles began chanting in the dark forbidden tongue of demons, the young acolyte darted her frightened gaze amongst them. Whirling like heatless flames, the black light wreathed the woman’s claws, but suddenly the accursed energy plunged into the priestess’ navel. To Althea’s astonishment, she felt no pain. Instead a dull itch spread outward from her belly button. “What? What’s happening to me?!” the young cleric cried out. Craning her neck, she looked down to see the dreaded patchwork of black mold appearing in small spots around her navel. They almost looked like birthmarks, they were so small. But they were there all the same, and there were nine of them. Just like the nine glowing rings around the altar. And in that moment the priestess recalled the association of the number nine with death… Nihilipox, could that be the name of the demon lord of undeath? Though she wanted to delve deeper the memories from her studies in the temple library, another spiking sensation tore her from her thoughts. Read more »

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 5 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”The Temple of the Unclean Sire”**

Althea held her staff out ahead and stood as straight as possible. Sucking in her stomach, she began the squeeze through the mysterious crevice. She wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or disgusted by the fact that the smelly, slippery slime lubricated her body just enough to pop through the narrow stone gap. Althea shuddered at the foul essence that coated her body. Blinking a few times, she quickly recognized her new location as some sort of storage room.

The stone walls appeared hand-worked, but the numerous cracks that ran along the surfaces stood out in dark contrast. She held up her glowing stick for a closer look, only to confirm her suspicions. Black mold filled the cracks, though clearly far tamer than the stuff that killed… Fabian and Lorna.

“Goddess forgive me… how could I have forgotten?” she said softly, a tear forming in her eye. Due to the trauma suffered at the hands of the two zombies, she nearly forgot all about her fallen comrades. She briefly bowed her head and closed her eyes in silent prayer. Read more »

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 4 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”Baptism of Ichor”**

Althea rested a hand over her heart and sighed softly. She needed strength now more than ever; dawdling would lead only to dwelling. She found an old, dusty broom handle without the brush and used it as a walking stick, helping her avoid any more trips and stumbles. “Luminae,” she murmured, and the head of the walking stick glowed in a soft, pale light. Not quite as effective as a torch, but now she could see that at last the tunnel path crept uphill. The acolyte prayed she would see the light of day again soon and be rid of these awful nightmares. If no one warned the villagers of Sapila about the dangers lurking beneath the mountain, then she feared what disaster loomed on the horizon.

Althea paused her thoughts as a mundane but daunting sight now entered the dim light of her make-shift staff. It looked as though some of the tunnel floor had been dug away, intentionally leaving a darkened pit. Now the only way across the pit was a single wooden beam no shorter than twenty feet in length. The priestess swallowed hard at the thought of falling into the black pit below. Perhaps the fall was meant only to incapacitate? She gingerly approached and held the staff over the pit like a fishing rod. At first she noticed no signs of life, but that changed with the sound of a low, rasping groan. By Helestria’s light, could someone be trapped? Read more »

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 3 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”Fungal Folly & Fallen Friends”**

Not a moment after the priestess shrieked, a pair of throwing daggers thudded into the mushroom-laden zombie’s forehead. It let loose another echoing howl before it collapsed, releasing Althea’s ankle. The acolyte darted a glance back and saw Lorna brandishing another three knives between the fingers of one hand. She gave Althea a silent nod before lobbing the next dagger at another stirring corpse. Meanwhile, Fabian brandished his longsword and sliced another fungal undead’s head in half. In that time, two more of the corpses managed to get to their feet and now began shuffling on rigid limbs toward the trio of breathing adventurers.

“We need to get out of here!” Fabian shouted as one of the undead lurched toward him. A tendril of the familiar but foul black bile dribbled at the corner of the zombie’s lips, and its black mold blindfold only distanced the unliving abomination from its former humanity. Lorna ran by and planted a dagger into the grappling undead’s skull like a wooden stake in one maneuver. It fell from Fabian’s arm, but that was when an oily, black vine dropped from the darkness above, coiling about the bald mercenary’s throat. “GHGGKKKHH–” he gagged and dropped his sword, gasping at his throat. Read more »

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 2 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”In Sickness and in Wealth”**

Sure enough, Fabian’s expertise paid off. He successfully disabled a tripwire, picked several locks, and navigated the trio around a hidden pit trap. After an hour of careful advancement through the underground tunnels, they came to an abandoned warehouse in a larger chamber with a vaulted ceiling. Lorna wrung her hands with glee at the sight of it, and Fabian cracked his knuckles as he approached the large, iron door.

“What is this place?” Althea asked, giving the large building a once-over. Ignoring her question, Fabian produced his pack of thieves’ tools to once more pick the lock. But this puzzled the acolyte. Clearly the tunnel continues forward, so why was he straying off the path? Lorna peeked down the tunnel before scurrying up beside her bald friend. She brushed a scarlet dreadlock from her face. “Is there something we need in there?” Althea asked, brows knit with concern. Lorna and Fabian gave each other a smile before nodding. Read more »

The start of a journey Part 2 <Cuckold>

Note: There’s part 1 of this story ([https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kbaw9w/the_start_of_a_journey_cuckold/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kbaw9w/the_start_of_a_journey_cuckold/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)). Please read it before this. DO post your comments.

True to her words, Jenny asked if he would come, visit them. And she made sure she invited him with her wife.

Dan said, ‘I am sure he’s not bringing his wife along.’

‘You never know. He just might.’

Dan said, ‘That guy is only thinking about you. No way is he bringing his wife.’

Jenny said, ‘I hope he’s not thinking of sex. That’s not going to happen. You know that also, right?’

Dan shrugged, ‘Yeah. Yeah. Just tease him good. Let him get tortured well.’

Jenny asked, ‘You sure it won’t get weird? And you will have to be there.’

‘Of course, baby!’

Later that week, Jenny said to Danny, ‘You’re right. He said he will come alone if that’s okay with us.’

Dan asked, ‘What did you say?’

‘That sure. Anyways, in this pandemic, the lesser people, the better.’

Danny winked, ‘But, baby, are you teasing him over video calls?’

‘Ha-ha! No, I am not. This week has been a little stressful work-wise. It’s difficult to play and work.’ Read more »

[M]y business trip with a [F]lirty subordinate – PART 2

Day 1: [The Airport](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k9cmpx/my_business_trip_with_a_flirty_subordinate/)

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Day 2: Leisure Time

We arrived at Quebec City, our final destination, and we would still have half a Sunday of free time before we’d kick-off our midweek. It was warm and sunny, not too hot, just right to walk outside in jeans and a t-shirt. At Least that is what Joice was wearing once she had quickly changed at the hotel after seven hours of flying, four hours of airports and thirty minute cab drive to the hotel. She appeared in the lobby with the same black slim fit jeans she wore before, but her shirt and sweater was exchanged for a white tight-fit tank top with deep cleavage. This is not the girl I knew from the office, instead I was presented a black and white stylised young woman with a peculiar fashion taste. What was peculiar was not so much the black and white stylisation, but more so the fact she chose to wear a black bra. A black bra underneath a white top.

A weird combination I thought at first, or atleast to maybe a non-fashion person as myself, but as I was regularly allowed my eyes explore the merit of said choice I began to notice certain details that hinted me this might be a very deliberate and kinky choice. Read more »

Holly’s Tales…Part 6

If a million candles had been lit along my path, I would not have glimpsed a single flicker. The sound of the patter of my feet along a warm tiled floor suggests we’re in a hallway. There are no turns, and shortly the warmed tile changes to something smooth and slightly textured.

*Wood floor?*

The sound abruptly changes and my footsteps are loud and distinct and reverberating throughout a large space. We’re in the large room beyond the massive glass windowed entryway. Oddly, the sound is uncomfortably familiar. As we continue our walk, I also realize that we haven’t made a single turn. Mister Donovan isn’t guiding me around any furniture. I walk on no rugs. I realize why it’s so uncomfortable.

*This room is empty.* *There’s no furniture or rugs or anything.* *Odd…* Read more »

Coming out to my wife as Non-monogamous [M4FF MF4F]

Sitting alone isn’t so bad. The sun is shining off the water and the warm salty air is soaking into my skin. The public beach on Palm Beach island is pretty lively for a Tuesday afternoon so close to the end of season. Several slightly sunburned families from Wisconsin are squeezing in their last romp in the sand and waves before they fly back up to their frozen corner of the US and in contrast my fellow natives are strolling about, enjoying one of our only “cool” days in South Florida. My thoughts drift back to “The Talk” as I lazily eye my fellow beach goers, tanned natives and see through tourists.
The conversation with my wife wasn’t as hard as I thought……

“You’re WHAT?” my wife exclaimed as the lilt in voice faded.
I cringed, trepidation in my voice, “I…. I think, what I mean to say….” I stammered.
Red faced and expulsive, she repeated, “Oh, I heard….. EXPLAIN, you need to explain what you meant!”
I just came out…. not a little, I came out a lot. I struggled for months to wrap my head around how to explain.
Calmly and slightly unsure, “Baby, I believe my sexual preference steers closer to…”
“WTF is non-monogamous even mean Able?” she spit.
“Baby, I love y….”
She interrupted, “Don’t say it Able, not until you explain, Are you fucking someone else?”
“Babe, no, I would never cheat on you…. Never!”, the tears stain my cheeks as I squeeze out my denial. Read more »