Into the sewers

Less than one hour later, Druuna and Shastar were on their way again, accompanied by one of Lewis' henchmen.

As promised, the old man had supplied them with a map draft on a wrinkled-up paper sheet. It wasn't a complete area map, rather a sketch of the route they had to take after they would have left the sewers. Lewis hadn't eluded the priests' bloodhounds until now by being careless. Acroamatic directives were less hazardous than written ones. If unwanted hands would get hold of the map, they wouldn't be able to backtrack their route to Lewis' lair.

On the other hand, Druuna and Shastar had to get through the sewers safely. That's why Lewis had ordered his most reliable companion to guide them. Shastar seemed familiar with him and called him 'The Guardian' - a lofty expression Druuna considered not really fitting. At first sight, he looked everything else but a dangerous fighter and protector. His size was dwarfish, at best, with a rotund trunk and short, stumpy legs. He was clad in rags that would befit the poorest of beggars out in the inhabited sectors, crowned by a worn-out, grey cloak, which stank awfully as if it had just been fished from the mire of the sewers. From under a triangle hood two restless eyes peered at them with a fat, reddened crook beneath, that would do honor to any boxer after a lifetime full of broken noses. The weapon he wore wasn't quite imposing too - a shallowly curved butcher knife with jags as large as fingernails. Druuna could only hope he'd knew how to handle it if things got really bad.

On top of all that, the dwarf had a mouth seeking its equal. When they had first met, he had greeted them with a fast rabble of semi-meaningful phrases. Half of them were directly or indirectly related to Druuna's special charms. The other boasted of things lurking ahead in the sewers and what he'd do with then. Every second instant, his eyes would openly come to rest on Druuna's body, just to dart away another split-second later.

At least he seemed to know where he was going. After departure, he quickly led them through yet another maze of abandoned industrial facilities and a series of stairs that definitely led them deeper into the underworld. Soon the air became thick with humidity. And a heavy, acrid stench that soon would cover any other sensation. Eventually, they arrived at a large, black opening, half hidden by a spider-web of broken pipes, and despite its size it was easy to overlook. Druuna coughed and wrinkled her nose. The stinging stench clearly had its origin somewhere deep behind that hell's gate.

"W'come to da sewers, Mr and Mrs Cureseaker." He didn't look so much at Shastar but rather mostly at Druuna. ''tis a place ya wont find quite cushy, rather a bit nasty. Nuttin' I would send a beautiful lass such as you to - dere's things lurking that might have one or two appetites to take a nice chunk out of ya, like that bubble ass of yers. Hihihi!" His silly laughter echoed back from the black darkness looming behind him.

"Stop blabbering, old fool," Shastar snorted. "And stop swallowing Druuna with your eyes. Rather use them as what they are intended for. Get us safely through this shithole and be gone back to Lewis, where you're services are needed more."

"Aww, Shastar. Ever the businessman. Much like the foolish boy who brought ya along. Ya think ya know about all and everythin', but in truth ya dunt know nothing bout things. Dunt worry, I wont lay my fingers on that pretty lass of yours... unless she invites me to. Wanna have a bet whether she will or not? Hihi. Dunt worry, just kiddin', right? And I'll getcha through the sewers, my word on it. Just take care ya'll carry yourself further on, once I'm gone to guide yer undersized feet."

Without waiting for Shastar's reply, the mad dwarf whirled around. With a mighty leap, that Druuna would never had thought achievable from such a barrel with legs, he jumped into the black hole. Water could be heard splashing, then he had vanished.

"Damned fool. Competent he is, but also a nuisance at most times. Too bad, he's Lewis' best man. And loyal to his bones." Shastar sighed. "Let's go. He's capable of leaving us behind, just for the heck of it and the satisfaction of seeing me stumbling around in this underground maze ahead."

Shastar reached into a pocket of his clothes and produced a survival torch light. With his free hand he reached out and took Druuna's. Shoulder to shoulder they stepped into the dark opening leading deep down into the sewers.

In the dark, time runs slower than elsewhere. The lack of light befuddles the mind - rendering a tiny torch light a puny reminder of the other world up above. A walk of hundred steps appears to be as long as a mile. A short flight of stairs becomes a mountain to climb. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours. And the only thing you one can think of, is how to get out of this darkest of places.

To Druuna's relief, the dwarf didn't abandon them. A few corners after they had entered the sewers, he joined them again. Surprisingly, he stayed silent this time, only snorting now and then to clear his ever running nose. It didn't take long and Druuna was totally confused and at a loss of her location. At most times, they simply marched through tunnels with ankle high, muddy water. At first Druuna frowned at what the brackish water would do to her white leather boots, but after some time she was just glad she had chosen those. Her running shoes would only have been sodden and heavy with water. A few times they had to use some rail ladders up or down to switch to another level. Then the heavy clank of the men's combat boots and her own would echo through unseen depths. Druuna wondered if there were any creatures listening to the metallic sound they made - but luckily nothing would come to investigate.

In fact, their march was only disturbed once. Without a warning, some mutant sewer dweller of hip size suddenly emerged from the sewer waters. Its face was a gnarled, sick mass of distorted flesh sporting a set of eavilly looking, sharp, yellow teeth. Three tentacles whirled aimlessly through the air, sending a spray of bracken water through barely illuminated darkness. But before Druuna even managed a scream, the Guardian drew his oversized knife and hacked the mutant sewer beast into pieces, grinning and snorting like a man possessed with combat madness. 'Tis wut I said, dint I? Dere's uglee things lurking about. But on my word, I gunna keep ya hides safe!'

Eventually, they had to wade through thigh high water when they reached some kind of underground lake. Druuna anxiously eyed the water around her, hoping that it neither hid any more mutant beasts nor carried any poisonous substances or contagious bacteria. The dwarf led them to a small, sandy island devoid of anything but an eight feet palm tree, that seemed strangely out of place in this sinister underground world. When the trio stood right next to it, with Druuna curiously running a hand over the craggy hide of the trunk, the dwarf pointed to an opening on the opposite bank of the lake.

'Tis where ya'll have to go. Follow this tunnel, without takin' any junctions. Just reach the very first ladder leading up to the left and climb it. From there, the map will guide ya."

Shastar nodded. "Thanks for your help."

"No thanks needed." The dwarf looked at them as if he wanted to add something, but he didn't. Instead he turned around and waded back. Druuna and Shastar looked after him until he had vanished.

"Strange guy," Druuna said carefully, trying to find out how far her voice would get carried across the underground lake.

Shastar nodded. "I'll never get comfortable with him around. But then again, he safely brought us here."

"That he did." Druuna sighed and sat down on the sand.

"Are you tired?"

Drunna nodded. "A bit. It's been a very long day. I havent had a real break since I left our shack in search of a dose of the serum."

"Quite a feat. And you've been through quite a bit if I take Caliban's hints correctly. You're really a remarkable woman, Druuna."

"And you're a remarkable man, Shastar. That's why I love you."

Druuna gently padded Shastar's leg. He responded by leaning down and planting a heavy kiss on Druuna's pouty mouth. Druuna returned the favor. With one hand she reached up and drew Shastar to the ground next to her. "Do we have time for a little break, lover?"

Shastar grinned. "I guess we do." And he began to unbutton his trousers.

Druuna was more than eager to assist. Together, they swiftly freed Shastar's elongated penis. With expert hands, Druuna began to caress the length of it. She still couldn't believe how much it had gained in size. Only one dose of Lewis' mysterious cure had been necessary - what would happen, if Shastar had to drink more applications of it to be fully healed?

"Do you like it that way?" Shastar inquired softly, noticing Druuna's thoughtful look.

"Of course I do, Shastar."

"Ahh, well, then do something about its size. It's been killing me all the time since we've joined Caliban."

"It'll be my pleasure."

Smiling, Shastar laid back, supporting himself on his elbows, as Druuna started to work her magic. At first she used her hands to turn Shastar's lion cock into stone, then she toyed with it with the skill of her tongue. After a while, she wrapped her lips around the massive shaft, slurping and eating the pre-cum oozing from it so wonderfully. Inch by inch she conquered the length of Shastar's pole, until its tip hit the bend of her throat. 'By the Gods, it's so huge!' Druuna mused, wondering whether she could take it all the way down.

At this point, Shastar deemed it time to end his passive state. Knowing Druuna's weaknesses better than anyone else, he pushed her tight undershirt up. In an instant, her round, firm globes sprang into freedom, as if they had been waiting for just that. Expertly, he ran his finger tips over the swollen hills of her nipples, sending a shiver of emotions through her nubile body. Druuna moaned with pleasure. It was just the support she needed. Carefully easing her breath, she inched her head forward until Shastar's shaft slid into the depth of her throat. Druuna took her time to get used to Shastar's new size. And Shastar didn't press her. As he gently kept teasing her erect nipples, Druuna took his shaft deeper and deeper. When she began to feel a lack of air she withdrew, just to start her task anew.

"You don't have to swallow it all the way at your first attempt," Shastar offered softly.

"Mmmmnhhhh," sounded Druuna's reply. Her head now continuously bopped up and down, as she eagerly tried to adjust her throat to Shastar's cock. Her nostrils were filled with the animalic scent of his, a scent, that never had been as strong as today. She was determined to take him all the way down, and probably might have succeeded, if it hadn't been for Shastar himself, who gently grabbed her head and stopped her motions.

"Hold it, darling. Keep that for another time. This time, I'd rather feel all the warmth of your womanhood."

"Of course. If that's your wish, lover?"

"It is!"

Druuna smiled and got up on her feet. With one swift motion, she wormed herself out of her way too tight hot-pants. Lithe like a cat, she stepped forward, positioning her crotch right above Shastar's towering cock. Her pussy was wet with arousal, and her juices dripped down to mingle with the pre-cum on Shastar's rod. When she bend her knees, she used one hand to brush the tiny string of her panties aside.

"Ah, I'll never get enough of the sight of your lovely pussy," Shastar noted admiringly.

"You like it?"

"I treasure it, darling."

"Ah. But I can even do things with it. Wonderful things."

"You can? Show me!"

And that she did. In one fluid motion, Druuna finished her descent and guided Shastar's towering rod into her hungry slit. The moment she feeled the hardness and heat of his member, she moaned with lust. "Ohhh, Shastar. Your cock is so stroooong!"

"Ride me, Druuna!"

"Oh, yes. Shastar!"

Starting off slowly, Druuna began to ride Shastar's shaft. They had fucked twice before since Shastar's transmuation, but still, Druuna needed to get used to its recent oversize. When she felt at ease, she really rode him good. As usual, his hands supported her rhythmic motions with his hands, either on her breasts or around her firm behind. When her ride gained in speed and intensity, he squeezed her assets for all their worth. Druuna moaned and sighed like a cat in heat, and, aye, that was exactly what she was. Shastar's cock filled her womb so good, it made her head spin. His hands burrying themselves deep in her tits and her butt didn't help either. Quickly, Druuna lost track of everything around her. Around them. Shastar pulled her closer towards him, alternatively planting wet kisses on her hungry mouth and her voluptuous melons. Time and place became a frenzy for both of them, until their climax hit with unprecedented ****. Shastar growled barked and Druuna barely managed to stifle the enormous shout of joy that walled up in her chest.

They couldn't tell how long they shared their mutual orgasm on the sandy turf of the small isle. When the peak finally had been transgressed, Druuna sank down on top of Shastar's chest. Warm and sweaty, their bodies pressed against each other. Their muscles relaxed and the most pleasurable joy of the aftermath of glorious mating slipped into their minds.

Until a sharp, male voice interrupted their togetherness.

"Now what have we here? If that ain't whatcha call true worship!"