A monster from the depths

Teysa and Aliara fled headlong into the depths of the Basilica. The time for subtlety was long past. Both women were naked, sweaty, and covered in bruises, but they struggled onward with grim determination. There would be no escape the way they got in: the only direction left to them was forward. Aliara favored her left leg as she ran, trying to keep up the pace without falling back into a limp.

The corridor they ran through was brightly lit and almost cheerful. The walls and floor were smooth white stone shot through with delicate veins of gold and silver. Every so often, a door interrupted the monotony, and Teysa noted with surprise that they were wooden. Almost nothing down here was made of wood, but these doors were a dark mahogany, etched with spiraling patterns along the jambs. It must be a sign of wealth. We're in the Empress's private chambers. Teysa supposed she should be afraid at the implications of that, but her capacity for fear had long since been reached. With the adrenaline of escape pounding in her ears, it was just another detail.

Abstract mosaics in turquoise and lapis lazuli meandered along the ceiling. Their feet slapped against the smooth flagstones as they ran. Teysa thought that the hallway might be canted slightly downward, but she couldn't say for sure. Her bare feet ached and every step sent a jolt up through her protesting knees. Still she ran.

Up ahead, the corridor twisted off to the left. Teysa tried to slow herself down and stumbled a few steps before coming to a stop. Aliara ran on for a few more yards before noticing and stopping herself. Teysa crouched down, hands on her knees, fighting to catch her breath. She leaned against the wall and slid down.

"Li... we should... take a minute... might be guards..."

Aliara walked over and sat down beside Teysa. She didn't even appear winded, but then, she hadn't had to entertain the Empress just a few minutes before.

"Maybe. But we haven't seen any so far. I think these might really be her private chambers. You saw the doors?"

Teysa nodded, too exhausted to frame words. Her mouth hung open and her tongue lolled as she gasped for breath.

"Well," continued Aliara, "then we might be alone in here. Should we try to find some clothes?"

"Wouldn't... wouldn't do any good," Teysa took a deep breath, and continued. "If we meet anyone, they'll know for sure we don't belong. It's only a matter of time until she recovers and alerts her guards. We can't waste time."

"What are we looking for, then?" asked Aliara.

"Some sign of Siri'ka. She must have made it this deep. Maybe she's a captive in here somewhere."

Aliara's jaw dropped.

"Still? After everything? You're still trying to complete this mission? Tey, we should be dead a dozen times over. The mission's over. We failed. We have to get out."

Teysa managed a weak smile. "Well, we should look anyways. We're not walking out the front door. Maybe the Empress has a secret escape tunnel? In case the city falls. Aren't drow paranoid about that kind of thing?"

Aliara broke into a grin. "Of course! Tey, that's genius!" She threw her arms around Teysa and hugged her close. "Come on up, let's go. We should go deeper. They like to build deep." She stood and held out her hand, which Teysa took gratefully. "Lead on, paladin. Agamor must owe you a favor by now."

They resumed their journey, moving at a brisk walk. There was no sense in making more noise than necessary. The passageway wound and spiraled around itself, occasionally forking or entering a staircase. Teysa followed the downward path, always downward. The halls grew rougher and less finished, the braziers dimmer and farther apart. Up ahead, the passageway descended into darkness. No flickering glow came from below-- one last brazier was fitted to the wall next to the staircase, the embers inside throwing off just enough light to cast a thousand flickering shadows across the walls and ceiling. A basket next to it held a half-dozen decrepit torches, along with hundreds of cobwebs.

Teysa gingerly fished one of the torches out of the basket and touched it to the glowing embers. It sputtered to life with a hiss, like a torpid lizard angry at being woken up. The torch gave off barely enough light to navigate the steps. Teysa turned to Aliara. "Li, ready to-"

A hissing from behind her cut her off. Teysa whirled just in time to see something whipping out of the darkness. It struck her in the arm, sending the torch spinning away. Its feeble flame died as it hit the wall. Teysa jumped backward. There was something coming out of the darkness, something vast. Shadows clung to it like a cloak. The weak, guttering brazier did no more than outline its shape. It was low and predator, like a tiger that moved on too many legs. Some limb or appendage scythed out at Teysa and swept her legs out from under her. With a cry she fell to the tunnel floor. Her fingers scrabbled madly at the damp stone as she tried to regain her footing, but something hard and muscular wrapped itself around her ankle. "Li!" she screamed, and Aliara flung herself forward, grabbing at Teysa with both hands. Their fingers closed around each other just as the creature tugged hard at Teysa's leg. She slid across the floor and Aliara, too shocked to let go, followed, first toppling over onto her stomach then being dragged along for several feet. There was a whip-crack, and Aliara was yanked away. Her mouth formed an O of surprise as she vanished into the gloom. She screamed as she was dragged into blackness. "Teeeeysaaaaaaa!"

Teysa's head spun with vertigo. She could feel her body slithering over the wet stone floor. She was being dragged deeper into the underground. The brazier they had passed was now a tiny glimmering pinprick. As she watched, it disappeared, leaving a thick cloying darkness that closed in. It felt like a wet cloth over her mouth and nose. The darkness was stifling, oppressive. For one who worshipped the sun, to be trapped in such complete oblivion was a nightmare. Teysa tried to recite the prayers she had learned as a novice, prayers to summon light in dark places, but the mocking darkness seemed to drink up her words.

She traveled this way for who knew how long, the only sound the rustling of her bare skin against the cold stones. Aliara had fallen silent, and Teysa could no longer even tell if her partner was nearby. Despair overtook her. Was this how it ended? Prey to some primordial nightmare in the bowels of the earth, where even the Drow feared to go? She went limp in the beast's clutches. Had she gone through so much for this?

After an interminable time she felt herself stop moving. She lay there on the ground, panting, for a moment or two before the appendage around her leg began to pull. It was lifting her off the ground, she realized. Another one wrapped around her other ankle, and a third slithered under her neck, cushioning and lifting her upper body. Bonelessly she lay there, letting it lift her up. What would be the point of fighting? Even if she got free somehow, she was blind, trapped in a lightless hell. She would never find her way to the surface. The creature lifted her up and lowered her. She felt something solid beneath her, a rock or ledge-- no, she realized with revulsion, it was the creature's body. It was only slightly warmer than the surrounding stone, but smoother, with a slightly pebbled texture. It rose and fell slightly as her captor breathed. It was large, whatever it was, large enough that she could lay atop it with no danger of falling off. She felt her legs pulled apart and down, so she was straddling the creature, laying on her back. The relentless downward pressure flattened her legs against its flanks. Two more tentacles gripped her wrists and pulled them down on both sides, so she was spread-eagled atop the thing, laying flat. Her shoulder joints protested at the constant pressure, but it stopped just short of actual pain. She gritted her teeth at the indignity. Testing her bonds, she wriggled back and forth, but she had no more than an inch of freedom in any direction.

Something rubbed against her inner thigh. Suddenly, she was very aware of how terribly exposed she was. This was a mindless subterranean monster, though. Surely it couldn't want... that? The rubbing came again, more insistently, farther up her leg. Something soft grazed her exposed cunt. Teysa shivered. She prayed to Agamor. Please, no. Please, not this, not down here in the darkness...

It was no use. She felt a prodding, more assured this time, as whatever it was explored her body. It slid over her pubic mound, lingered on her clit for a moment before tracing the outline of her labia. It circled back to her exposed slit and positioned itself at the entrance. It felt soft, much softer than the tendrils that pinned Teysa in place, and slightly sticky and wet. She shuddered as it began to press onto her. For as long as possible, she squeezed with all her might, trying to deny access to this intrusion. The pressure built, became unbearable. With a gasp, Teysa relented, and several inches of thick flesh slid into her pussy.

The immediate feeling was one of fullness. The penetration was shallow, but this thing was thick, thicker than her arm. It stretched her pussy lips far apart, testing the tightness of her hole. A trickle of wet, slippery goo squirted from the tip, painting her insides and squelching out around the rod. Withdrawing slightly, it thrust forward again, eliciting a pained groan from Teysa as her cunt distended painfully around it. There was nothing to do but endure it as the thing slid almost all the way out before powering back in. This time she bit down on a scream as she felt her organs reshuffling around the monstrous invader. Another spurt of goo splashed back up her overstuffed fuck-chute as her honeypot strained to accommodate such a massive member. Thusly lubricated it began a series of gentle thrusts. Gentle, that is, by its perspective; to Teysa it still felt like her guts were being jackhammered. Every inch of penetration was one more step towards the permanent ruination of her once-tight pussy.

Still, despite everything, a feeling other than pain, shock and humiliation was creeping over her. Despite everything, and despite her own wishes, she could feel her arousal building. Perhaps it was something chemical in the fluid it had already shot into her, but she started unconsciously grinding her hips into the thing's thrusts. She was rewarded with a tingle that started deep inside her spread across her entire body. Goosebumps broke out on her limbs. The thing was moving slowly, so slowly... without realizing it, she sped up, aching to feed the hunger inside her. Deeper and deeper it penetrated, forcing open her tight passage and squirting load after load of thick, sticky lube into her ravaged quim. Teysa's eyes rolled back in her head. She was not aware of the lewd squelching that filled the chamber, nor the fist-sized bulge that erupted from her tummy every time the thick rod stirring up her guts hilted itself inside her. Her limp body jostled and jiggled at the **** of its thrusts. She let out a whimpering moan as she felt it slam home against her cervix. One more thrust, and the **** paused, the creature's battering ram firmly planted within her. It seemed to flex, and there was a moment of awful pressure, and then she felt something inside her give way. The rod slid past the last, shattered resistance and into her womb.

That was what did it. Teysa's mouth lolled open as she came, jittery tremors shaking her entire body. She moaned, unafraid of who might hear her down in the depths. She surrendered herself completely to the the desires of her hungry cunt. Even as her most sacred space was churned and defiled she begged in broken Common for more, unable to form articulate words for her desire. She bucked and thrashed feebly like a fish hooked on a line, trying to impale herself more fully. Her orgasm went on and on, and when it finally slackened, she lay there panting. The beast's member lay inside her, unmoving.

Something was stirring inside it. Teysa could feel it. Something was wriggling, shaking the tube. The vibrations elicited little gasps from her as they rubbed her sensitive inner walls. There was little of Teysa's mind left intact, but she recognized this for what it was: the monster's cock had cleared the path, and now something was coming.

She felt it as a bulge that slid down the tube. It moved of its own volition, inching along, passing Teysa's gaping pussy and pressing deeper. She groaned as she felt it tickle her overstuffed cunt, pressing against the walls and forcing them wider still. It wriggled like a tadpole. With a burst of effort it passed through to her womb and plopped inside. It felt warm, and soft, like a grub. It curled up inside her and went still. Already a second one was following. Teysa's thoughts were jumbled, broken by the trauma of her experience and the intensity of her orgasm. I'm going to be a mother, she thought. My babies! It's giving me babies!

One by one, the grubs slipped past Teysa's blown-out pussy and into her ravaged uterus. Her stomach swelled as her baby-basket was stretched to the breaking point. Her navel flipped inside out and her other organs was pressed against her sides as her womb inflated with its obscene cargo. Her skin felt warm and taut, a massive sphere of gently pulsing life. Just when the sense of pressure became intolerable, the last grub rolled itself up and fell into quiescence. Teysa was left pinned on her back, unable to see the way her belly had bloated with the beast's offspring. The tentacles holding her wrists released them, and she raised her arms to her stomach, gently caressing it and cooing softly. "My babies," she murmured, "I love you, my babies. I'm going to raise you right here..."

It's hard to tell if what was left of Teysa would have been comforted to know that nearby, Aliara had suffered the same fate. The beast could keep her alive for years, down here in the darkness... though with each breeding cycle, there was less and less Teysa remaining.