Run!

Tala instinctively bolted. To stay and fight would have been futile, what was she to do against an ancient creature of nightmares?

“Foolish human,” she heard behind her. Ekracthul’s voice spurred her on faster, knowing that his many appendages, and likely his zealots, were in quick pursuit.

There was no discernable exit, but it would have been an insult to her freewill not to try. She ran through the darkness, miraculously not tripping on the roughly hewn rock beneath her feet. Several times she leapt over or ducked under tentacles barring her way. Tala hit the wall of the cave hard. The impact knocked the air from her lungs.

“There is no escape.”

Tala scarcely heard the eldritch demon, so frantically groping along the wall was she, searching—praying to the goddesses!—for any way out. Blood thundering through her ears, her hands blindly slid over what felt like a heavy oaken door. She paused, just briefly. This was not just a cave, it was a temple. Her suspicions were confirmed as Ekracthul's glowing orb caught up to her, illuminating the age-old murals and timeworn texts adorning the stone.

She turned back to face the demon just as his two thralls each grabbed one of her arms and led her back to stand under his withering gaze. Tala's mind raced with the possibilities of what was about to happen.

“Soon, your new life will begin,” muttered the Hylian female.

Tala whimpered as Ekracthul's tentacles bound her ankles while others began constricting her torso. Finally the thralls let her go. Tala felt herself being lifted into the air so that all she could see was the demon’s faintly pulsing eye.

“Calm yourself,” the Druthulidi commanded.

Tala wanted to look away and to shout out in defiance, but she was compelled by his words. She could neither look away nor shout out in defiance. Visions began flooding her mind. The world around her began to fade away as her consciousness was flooded with mental pictures of Ekracthul's victories following grand conquests and accolades beyond belief for those who chose to submit to his indomitable will. She saw herself standing amidst a field of bodies holding a fantastically forged sword in one hand and a staff crackling with lightning in the other. So real was the vision that she could smell the **** in the air and feel the incomprehensible power, courtesy of the Druthulidi, pumping through her veins.

All of a sudden it made sense. She was meant to be here and, indeed, was thankful that Ekracthul had chosen her to walk amongst his followers.

The images faded after a moment, leaving in their wake blue flecks of light that danced across her vision. The Druthulidi put her down and released her. Tala immediately genuflected before her master, the eldritch demon Ekracthul.

Tala's thighs were drenched—though she was not sweating. She surmised that the intense moisture between her legs, and the faint odor of her musk, was due to the sexual excitement and desire she had felt in the vision. She reached behind herself and felt her wetness, running her fingers through her swollen folds and drawing back to press a finger lightly into her puckered asshole. With a concentrated **** of will she was finally able to bring her hand away from pleasuring herself.

“Welcome, Tala,” said the Druthulidi.

He did not give her time to speak. His great eye flared and her world went black.

Tala woke with a start, still naked and laying on a bed off moss in Faron Woods. She knew without doubt what had transpired, and remembered with clarity her new calling. But the indisputable urge to give herself, body and soul, to the Druthulidi was fading.

So dark was it without the moon above that any onlooker would have only seen a pair of faintly glowing blue eyes—her own—peering through the night. Tala, however, saw everything.

She lay there, considering what to do next.