The creature claims Lux as its mate

Lux stares, too petrified to turn her gaze away, as the ooze creature moves its penis – because what else could it be? – towards her trapped and helpless body. The tentacles twist and pull to try and get her into an easier position, fully exposed with her legs spread wide.

The tip of the thing’s penis slides against her crotch, blindly trying to line itself up, to find its way inside her. The slick, hard sensation so close to her defenceless pussy forces a choked cry of alarm from her hoarse throat. Again and again it humps up and down, missing its mark but not giving up. A small spurt of glistening off-white fluid springs from it, splattering across her belly, hot and sticky.

In sheer panic, Lux strains and twists against the creature’s hold on her limbs, trying to get away from the touch of its slick length as it brushes perilously close to her warm, wet entrance. It’s no good – she can do no more than to writhe, intensifying the friction between its grasping tendrils and her bare skin. The penis-like appendage continues to move against her, occasionally splattering more of its fluids onto her, becoming tighter, more rigid, figuring out the shape it needs to take in order – to –

Lux shrieks as the mindlessly thrusting tentacle finally finds its mark, poking hard at her slit before shoving its way roughly into her unprotected vagina. It’s not as painful as she expected – between its own secretions and hers, it’s got plenty of lubrication – but that does nothing to diminish the horror of having it inside her. And without pausing, it continues its rapid thrusts to push its way deeper, and deeper…

“Gods…” she groans, “no – out! Get it out!”

“Fuuuck, it’s going in so deep.” Minn’s voice comes from somewhere above “You’re going to look sooo sexy pregnant…”

The thought sends shards of ice into Lux’s heart. Surely that’s not possible – but here, in this place, who knows? “Gods – not that!” she wails. “No! Make it stop! Minn, please! Make it stop – !”

A deep, powerful thrust pushes through to her core, then another, giving her no time to breathe as she grunts and gasps helplessly in the monster’s grip. Minn’s words cut all the deeper because she realises the truth behind them. Even now, she knows it’s letting out little spurts as it fucks away at her in bone-jolting rhythm – part of her is sure that she’s already on a countdown to bearing its spawn, and the thing’s only just getting started.

Whatever part of her mind is still sane knows there’s nothing Minn can do – nothing anyone can do. All Minn did was lead her to this place, just as she asked. It’s not Minn’s fault she’s here – it’s her own, Willow’s, Athisz’s, the Erlking’s – might as well blame those lazy villagers in Wicker’s Dale who sent her on this path in the first place. Maybe this was her destiny from the day she chose a life of adventure over being a tavern wench. Or maybe it was burned into her by her father’s infernal blood from the get-go. To end as the broodmare of a faceless, soulless monster…

Her spirit shattered, Lux can only moan in unwanted pleasure as the creature has its way with her. She offers no resistance now as the creature reels her in closer, bringing her into almost touch its main body, the better to hold her in place – the better to bounce her on its cock to meet its own merciless thrusts. The coiling tongue teasing her hard nipples, kneading her soft breasts, licking the sweat from her exhausted body. A battering ram, pounding at the gates to her womb, thrusting in as deep as physically possible. No part of this should feel good, but with her mind shutting down in the face of what seems like certain **** – if not a worse fate – Lux can only give in to the rising pleasure. She twists and bucks her hips to fuck the hideous monster back, rubbing herself against it for every ounce of sensation she can get.

It doesn’t take long for her shameful actions to yield their expected reward. With a long, low, defeated moan, Lux gives voice to the heat growing inside her, that overtakes her in a shattering orgasm. She knows that she has utterly lost this fight – that she has yielded, as a woman, to the dominance of this horrible thing, and surrendered herself to what she knows is coming next.

The creature’s whole body shudders as the time finally comes. Lux feels the member inside her swell and pulse, and then jam itself all the way to her cervix. And then it starts: the clear, hot, stinging sensation of it pumping rope after rope of its slime into her. The encoiling tentacles squeeze painfully hard, their flailing tips whipping and slapping at her, as the creature rides out its estatic climax – voiceless, but letting its pleasure be heard in the resounding strikes of its appendages against Lux’s ass, her tits, her face – and in the muffled fluidic sounds of its load being released, wave after wave, with nowhere to go but into the waiting warmth of her fertile womb.

Lux doesn’t know long it takes for the pumping to stop, for the frenzy to subside. Exhaustion and despair enclose her in a numbing fog, no sensation except for the shameful unwanted pleasure that her body has been **** to feel through her multiple orgasms. She’s dimly aware of an eventual stillness, followed by the faintest sense of relief and emptiness as the creature finally withdraws itself from her vagina.

The creature’s tentacles caress her all over, a contrast from the beating they were doling out earlier. Almost gently, it lowers her to the earthy floor. Her limbs are made of rubber – she can’t feel her legs at all. The rest of her aches to the bone.

With no more than a whimper, she gladly lets herself drift off into something like sleep.