Shoggoth's Lair

Friday night, Christy arrived at Alex's house with Courtney & Kim. Kim was the bustiest student in the school, naturally abundant and taller than most. Dressed skimpily with a short skirt and halter, thick bra straps poked from her strong shoulders. Her blonde hair bounced in a wavy bob while her violet-blue eyes crinkled in aloof amusement. She spoke with a thick redneck drawl, "Christy promised us some liquor if we came to this here dragon game. What'cha got?"

Courtney was shorter, red-haired and heavily freckled. Her figure was modest, slim, and angular with her most promising feature being a tight and pert ass. Glasses did little to hide her simmering hostility as she caught sight of Alex. For some reason they never got along, and taunting each other was a long habit. "Oh God, Christy, why are we mucking with this Toad?"

Ignoring both, Christy stepped into the house and took a seat at the long dining table. Her light make-up highlighted perfect skin and a pearly white smile. No nervousness, just a calm resolve drew her friends into the home and they milled about uncertainly.

Calvin sat next to Alex; best friends for years. He kept quiet but began pulling out bottles of Everclear, Tequila, and Captain Jacks with some shot glasses. Alex had some Kool-aid in a pitcher to mix with the Everclear.

Chris sat at the end with his DM screen. A year older than the rest and now a Space **** enlisted man, Chris was back from his posting in Grand Forks ND. He brought a sense of strength and discipline to the neatly arrayed party. Tall and nordic, looking like a mini-Thor, he helped settle everyone into their spots. They were: Alex's mage 'Trelin', Calvin's ranger 'Grimwoldt', Christy's cleric 'Lothluthien', Kim's fighter 'Eowyn', and Courtney's thief 'Naleana'. And this, then, was their tale.

Grimwoldt stepped first, down the slimy stone steps into the tunnel's foul darkness. Reeking of diseased and decaying flesh laying scattered in small bits and pieces or smeared onto the rough hewn stone blocked walls, the passage was gradually narrowed as it plunged down, deep into the earth. Grimwoldt's sword glowed a bright bluish light, emanating 15' allowing the party to step cautiously down each steep, wet step.

Eowyn, the amazon, followed close behind hoisting a 2-handed battle axe. Her armor writhed with her undulations, stolen from a previous cave. Her eyes sought out her lover, captive somewhere it is said within the cavern below.

Lothluthien moved steadily with elven chain tinkling in her steps. A hollow mace held in her hands filled with holy water, sprinkled their path as they descended.

Trelin hovered slightly more than a foot above the steps and descended smoothly through **** of will upon his ring of flight, embossed with a stylized "L" on its face. Voluminous robes fluttered about his thin torso, dozens of tiny pockets bulging with all manner of esoteric supplies for any contingency. His eyes were focused upon the detection of magic and he studies the aura ebbs and flows streaming through the ether.

Lastly, stepped Naleana timidly with soft and supple leather-clad slippers. Tasked with guarding their rear, her attention was drawn from whence they came and her agile grace kept her moving down even yet without stumbling. A long dagger, dripping with snake venom, idled from hand to hand in a practiced flip.

The tunnel's width continued to narrow as they descended, till they were **** to hold themselves sideways against the wet rock. Finally, at the bottom a massive cavern was reached. An Oily, black lake encompassed all but a narrow shore's edge of this great hollow within the earth. A greenish-purple glow shone from a many tentacled beast that wallowed upon the lake. The hue lit up the cavern, revealing three iron chains suspended from the domed ceiling above. The first chain held an iron cage with a beautiful Amazon woman tattered in rags. The second chain held a shining trapezohedron, emanating places of incredible unearthly wonder on its many sides. The third, much longer chain held a Byakhee, its wings flapped the great beast slowly in great circles above and around the lake. The Byakhee keened with a piercing call as it caught sight of the party.

Grimwoldt strode hip-deep into the lake still holding his longsword, taking a potion of waterbreathing.

Eowyn called out to the Amazon in the cage, stepping knee-deep into the lake as she unfurled a rope and grappling hook.

Lothluthien, speaking in divinity, called a cloud of darkness to envelope the shining trapezohedron, cutting off sight from or to the strange interdimensional portal.

Trelin's eyes focused onto the primal plane and became fixed upon the Byakhee. He shot himself upwards swiftly toward the hulking winged beast. Reciting an incantation, thousands of small shimmering scythes appeared in a tight torus spinning about the mage.

Naleana stepped to the cavern's edge and pulled a plain black hood upon her head. Blending into a shadow, she grasped the stone face and began scaling the slightly inverted wall as easily as another might climb an apple tree.

The Byakhee swung about, extending 9 inch claws from its taloned feet and dove toward Trelin. Both of the leathery creature's feet and legs crumpled into a fine bloody mist as they met the blade barrier encircling the mage. Veering sharply the beast plummeted to the lake and struck the surface in a pink roil.

Naleana, hidden from sight, scampered upon the cavern wall. Ascending quickly toward the chains but the distance was still far.

Shaggoth, roused from its torpidity, rumbled "Tekeli-li" in its many mouths. The lake began to froth as tentacles slithered across the depths.

Grimwoldt hurried farther into the lake, his head sinking under the lake's bubbling waves. From above, his sword showed steady movement toward the hulking monstrosity at the lake's center.

Eowyn caught hold of the floating cage with her grappling hook, shimmying up on the rope, she swung above the lake in a great arc, suspended by the cage above. She climbed slowly with great strength and determination.

Lothluthien spoke again in divinity, her feet became fast with the lake's waters and she began to stride across the lake's surface as if it was solid ground. She moved to follow Grimwoldt.

Nalean reached the chain holding the Amazon woman and began climbing down the links. Her dagger now sheathed about her lithe thigh.

The Byakhee suddenly was pulled from the lake's surface, as tentacles wrapped themselves about the maimed beast. It's calls were cut short and the cavern became quieter.

Shaggoth repeated more loudly, "Tekeli-li" from mouths untold. A maw opened and closed upon a leathery body. Great grinding and bones cracked, the Byakhee was eaten alive.

Grimwoldt encountered a fat tentacle propping the monstrosity up from the lake floor. Swinging freely, his sword cut the fat stalk cleanly, yet the horror remained upright as many more tentacles supported his great bulk.

Eowyn climbed farther, half way to the cage. Her swing just above and across the lake drew the eyes of the Shaggoth. Tentacles rose from the lake and encircled the Amazon warrior in tender exploration. Her armor's embellishments began to writhe in harmony with the tentacles enfolding the woman. Leading them to places sensitive and ****.

Lothluthien reached Shaggoth first. In shouted divinity and ritualistic waves, she called forth an abjuration of this unearthly creature to cast it back from whence it came. Holy light pierced the cavern's domes and shone onto the creature and it grumbled in pain and indignation. Yet... the light faded and blackness curled about the glowing behemoth. The abjuration failed.

Trelin flew farther up, near the dome's center. Carefully, he unleashed a lightning bolt upon the Shaggoth, to some small effect. Grimwoldt, shocked by the discharge, staggered in his steps.

Nalean dropped upon the cage top and looked down upon the woman encased within. The cage door was locked with interwoven bronze snakes about the clasp. The prisoner's bosom heaved in terror as the behemoth stared from below. Nalean drew her lock picks from a small blue pouch above her derriere.

Shaggoth turned its maw toward Grimwoldt. Two thick tentacles raised from supporting the monstrosities bulk swung toward him and lashed to his legs. The maw moved closer and bits of bone and flesh floated from it. The sound of 'Tekeli-li' boomed through Gimwoldt's body in a deep vibration.

Grimwoldt swung his bright sword, once at a thick tentacle wrapped about his left leg and a second time about the other tentacle on his right leg. Both cleanly severed, he raised his head up only to see the great maw come down. Encircling him from head to waist, the maw closed and teeth gnashed together, then grinding. Cut in twain, Grimwoldt stabbed once in spite up into the roof of the maw, unleashing thick black blood to slather his sundered body.

Eowyn continued to climb as the tentacles about her pulsed more in erotic exploration than bondage. She reached the platform supporting the cage and hoisted herself unto it. Her armor unbuckled and tentacles slithered beneath the silvery coat of arms.

Lothluthien swung her holy mace at Shabboth's greatest eye, splattering holy water unto the beasts bulk. The eye punctured, bled black blood that pooled upon the lake's surface. Holy water steamed and made small scars upon the beast's hide.

Trelin pulled a small leather glove from a pocket and breathed a mystic spell upon it. Enlarging to a giant 100' hand, it floats down to Shaggoth and grabs a great bulk of the amorphous beast. Pulling it back from Lothluthien, up and toward the far cave wall.

Nalean crouches before the cage door, her picks light upon her fingers. The serpent lock hisses as she works, runes glow and a mist puffs into her surprised face. The lock clicks, the door opens, and she steps into the cage as her delirium from the gas beckons her inside the cage.

Shaggoth unfurls hundreds of tendrils upon the giant hand. They sink into its magic flesh and distort the hand, bulging the shape to five separate appendages. Cut as if by wire, the shattered hand dissipates before it could bash the behemoth against the cave wall.

Eowyn reaches for the cage door before it swings shut and holds it. Beckoning her lover to escape, tentacles find their way into her ass and cunt. Another slips between her breasts and begins pulsing. The Amazon prisoner smiles down at Eowyn and pulls her into the cage, softly closing the door.

Lothluthien runs forward across the lake surface, chasing Shaggoth's movements. Again, she strikes with the mace. This time she catches the edge of its maw, breaking off a section of jaw and bits of Grimwoldt drop and sink into the depths. More holy water sprays the giant creature causing blisters to form on its hide.

Trelin carefully aims a fireball down at the horror below. A giant explosion of fire encompasses the creature yet no flame touches the cleric below... until the lake catches fire in a cataclysmic wave of heat and oily inferno. Shaggoth seems, unharmed by any flame. The cleric was consumed utterly by the flame leaving nothing of her passing.

Eowyn, Nalean, and the Amazon lover settled in the cage as tentacles writhed about within the three of them. Nalean hunched down in a corner on her knees, slightly spread while a tentacle fucked her in the ass. Making a dull "huuhhn" sound as her face was thrust forward against the bars, her ass rippled endlessly as she moaned in delirium. The Amazon prisoner stroked the waving tentacles lovingly as they frolicked, all senses long lost in madness of lust. She would kiss one, suck the tip, and rub it lovingly against her fat breasts. Eowyn fought back, but tentacles held her every limb and she could only thrash and swing her body up from the cold cage floor. All of her holes were quickly punished by writhing tentacles. Especially urgent, her tits were fucked by yet another wet tentacle as she gasped in horror between breaths cut short by the tentacle plunging into her throat. Pushing, probing into Eowyn, they began to ejaculate a musky spray.

Shaggoth heaves slowly back to the center of the cavern, excreting an oily liquid puddling beneath him. His mouths whisper "Tekeli-li"

Trelin teleported back to town, defeated and alone.

And that was a hot mess, Alex noted ruefully. At least the story kept their attention away from what they were drinking. Chris always has this mean streak...