Sleep

You stare at the sleeping ghoul leaning against the wall of the cave and your eyes begin to close. You are utterly exhausted. Your body has never been so thoroughly abused. You know somewhere deep inside that you should get up and flee while you have the opportunity, but you can't even lift your head, let alone get up.

You awake to a dark and rainy morning, the sound of the water pattering into the cave is a reminder of where you are. Cave centipedes and crickets crawl on your body. The mire ghoul looms over you, its face hideous and its jaws drooling with black saliva. A long, purple tongue slips from its mouth and runs up your cheek. You realize, only then, that it is insisde you, thrusting itself in and out, its deformed cock stretching you and filling you with its foulness.

"Yesss good," it says and strokes your breasts. "Ssssweet one you are."

The creature cums inside you once more and collapses against your breasts. Its tongue licks your ear, cheek, and your throat, down to your tits, coating them in its oily saliva. It slides out of you with a slurp and sits back.

Almost without thinking you sit up and take hold of its cock and guide it to your mouth. What are you doing? You can't stop. You're stroking it, feeling its purple-balls in one hand, licking and stroking the pale tube of its foul prick.

The ghoul leans back and sighs with contentment, resting its hand on your back as you fill your mouth with its cock and bob your head up and down on its lap. The ghoul is slow to become fully hard, but as it does it begins breathing in a strange rapid way and thrusting its cock up into your mouth, gagging you with each stroke. You stick out your tongue and slide your lips down to its balls, filling your throat with every inch and allowing the hideous creature to fuck your throat with its shuddering shaft.

"Takessss it. Drinksss it, sssssweet one."

The mire ghoul's throbbing prick soon fills your belly with its cum. You remain like that, its cock encased in your sore throat, your face against its emaciated belly, tongue against its balls. From that moment on you submit willingly and frequently to the mire ghoul's lust. You bend over damp stones in the cave and willingly receive its cock in your hungry pussy or up your tender ass. You drop to your knees without even being asked and suck the vile load from its prick.

Days pass and you find yourself initiating sex with the creature more and more. You no longer think of the outside world - of your quest - you only seek the simple pleasure of lying on your back and being filled with the ghoul's thick meat, receiving its cum all over your breasts or inside you. Your belly swells and your nipples enlarge and in months you give birth to a deformed child that can only be a mire ghoul. It drinks the pale yellow milk that flows from your pale breasts.

You learn of other mire ghouls and some have taken human females or males as their mates, but like you these sad men and women hard to distinguish from their mates. They can only be spotted by their hair and human teeth, they are as pale and deformed as the ancient mire ghouls.

For the mire ghouls there is no clear line between life and ****. The humans that have been kidnapped as mates begin to grow pale and emaciated. Over the months and years this happens to you as well. Your skin hangs loose from your bones, your once full and beautiful breasts deflate and sag against your withered stomach. Your nipples distend and toughen like leather. Your face sinks and your eyes become dark.

You grow used to eating the strange insects and salt frogs that crawl in the night. You enjoy the nightly coupling with your nameless mate, frantic in the darkness, slamming and colliding in search of a fleeting moment of pleasure until you feel his sour seed draining into your womb or you taste it as you suck it from his prick.

You birth and raise several mire ghoul children. They are animal things, retaining none of their humanity, but they obey you and recognize you as their mother. They learn a few words and grow swiftly before disappearing into the swamp to live apart from you. When the dark lord and his army crosses the mire swamp they ignore you and the other ghouls. The shining stone glows in the night when they are near and, in fear, your mate casts it into the mire's darkest hole. You forget it even exists.

The land is consumed in darkness. The human and elven and dwarven cities all burn. For you, just another mire ghoul, things barely change.