The Profane Part One

Brojun walked into the center of the ritual circle, his feet lost beneath the muck that coated the ground. The ursaren, Gerkalka followed behind Alai hanging in her arms. As they entered Alai could feel the thrum of power emanating from The Machine through the ritual circle. It was muted somehow, like distant music heard through a wall. She reached out for it but only a trickle of its power entered her body.

“This will do.” Brojun said turning and examining each of the metal monoliths that encircled the ritual site. He placed the palm of his hand against the metal surface of one of the machine constructs and closed his eyes. The thick muck rose from the base of the construct, slithering up to meet his hand like a pitch black snake. He removed his hand and the black muck continued to rise till it reached the highest point. By this time Brojun had already moved on repeating the process on the next monolith.

When all the pillars of metal were covered in the rotting muck Brojun looked to Gerkalka.

“Bring the druidess over here.”

The ursaren did as she was bid and the moment Alai was in the middle of the circle, the black slime began to move again. It lifted off the surface in a great tendril of oily liquid, floating through the air towards Alai.

“K-keep that away from me!” Alai cried out desperately trying to break free from the strong hands of the ursaren.

“Calm yourself, druidess.” Brojun said. “This need not be a painful experience.”

The black tentacles slid about Alai’s ankles and wrists and became taut like rope. Gerkalka stepped back leaving Alai suspended in the air at the center of the writhing monoliths.

“My apologies druidess, but this ritual is only the first of many. I will need your assistance with the others to come. I know you will not help me willingly. I wish you would, but you won’t.”

“Let me go. Machine take you!” Alai spat at the pale aeln, “I will not assist you in corrupting this grove. My home!”

Brojun sighed sadly “Ah well. It was worth a try.”

He said a word in some profane corruption of the Deneril tongue and the tentacles of blackness began to eat away at the druid leader’s simple robe. Her garment twisted and shriveled like it was caught in a fire, dropping from her body in clumps of black.

Like most cien, Alai’s body was incredibly slim, with shallow breasts. Her thin legs pulled against the black tentacles that held her in place but their hold was like steel, unmoving despite the cien woman’s efforts.

From the pillars more slick tentacles of black oil rose up towards Alai, their progress towards her ponderously slow, like they had all the time in the world. The first to reach her, slid over her stomach and coiled up over her small perky breasts. It slid so that the edge of it rubbed against her nipple, the friction drawing the bud to a stand.

The next tentacle started at her barefoot, sliding up her ankle, over her calf and up to her thigh. It coiled round to the front of her body before slipping between her legs, running along the mound of her sex.

“Ah!” Alai exclaimed as the tentacle slid over her slit and up between the cheeks of her arse. Her pussy and anus were now in direct contact with the foul appendage which pulsed and writhed, stimulating both.

“Let go Alai. Please.” Brojun said, his voice deep and gravelly, “Let the pleasure take you.”

“M-machine take you!” Alai said through shuddering breaths, “You w-will have to do better than that!”

More tentacles emerged from around the circle slithering through the air towards their target. When they reached her they slid all over her body, leaving more of their foul oil in their wake across her pristine skin. One slid over the curve of her spine, one over her toned belly and one climbed up over her breasts and drew level with her face. Knowing its intent she turned her away. An action made difficult by the lines of the filthy black substance that held her in place.

She could not turn away and the black tar appendage pushed against her pursed lips.

“Mmmmm.” Alai protested, shaking her head while keeping her mouth shut. However, the tentacle was not a solid object, it was made up of liquid. It dribbled into her mouth drip by drip before reforming into its original shape.

“Mmmm...no!” Alai exclaimed despite her best effort. The tentacle wasted no effort filling her mouth and slithering to the back of her throat. Alai’s eyes watered as she gagged on the tentacle. It was incredibly uncomfortable to the druid but slowly overwriting the discomfort was a real sense of arousal.

The tentacle slid and out of her mouth acting like a foul mockery of a penis. It hit the back of Alai’s throat before sliding out to her lips, coating everything in its oily effluent.

The base of the tentacle where it emerged from the pillar began to swell. The bulge traveled along the length of the tentacle towards Alai who watched its approach with trepidation.

The bulge was soon in front of her face and squeezed itself into Alai’s mouth.

“Mmmmm.” Moaned Alai as she felt the widened girth of the tentacle fill her mouth, it slid through to the back of her throat before, splitting the end of the tentacle and emerging.

A hot spray of liquid shot down Alai’s esophagus and straight into her stomach. Her eyes bulged and her body spasmed as she came hard in response to whatever corrupting essence had just been emptied into her body.

Alai. went limp in the grip of the tentacles, hanging dulled eyed as more and more emerged from the black covered pillars, snaking through the air towards her trapped body.