Into the depths

You follow Ishari down the stone steps and into the murky shadows beneath the hill. You can’t see very clearly, but you notice that the walls are carved with leering faces and strange reliefs. The air is dusty and dry. As you head ever deeper into the darkness, you realize that you can still somehow make out the outlines of the steps and figure of Ishari in front of you. Some **** or natural luminescence must be illuminating the tunnel.

After what feels like hours, the steps come to an end at a massive wooden door carved with menacing swirls and patterns that suggest many things, no of them wholesome. Pushing the door open with some effort, Ishari ushers you in and the two of you are standing in a wide, low-ceilinged corridor. Dimly glowing lamps hang from the arched ceiling and several doors lead off into smaller rooms and passages. Despite the gloom, the corridor feels somewhat more homey and lived-in than the outer stairway. Ishari leads you down the corridor and into a smaller antechamber with cloth hangings on the wall and a row of padded benches against the wall. The furniture is worn and old, but still looks quite luxurious.

"Welcome to my home, David!" Ishari turns to you with a smile, "The House of Lilith. Make yourself comfortable!"

You’re about to ask where the cock-thirsty bitches at, when a voice disturbs the dusky air.

"Ishari! I see you’re back. I hope you at least found some berries this time. You let us all go hungry last time..."

A figure emerges from the gloom of the parlour. As your eyes become accustomed to the murkiness, you begin to notice the details - and you like what you see!

The figure is roughly Ishari’s size, only coming up to slightly above your navel (and it’s not like you’re all that big to begin with, even without your perpetual Neanderthal slouch) yet you can tell she’s somewhat Ishari’s senior. Despite her small stature, she has an incredibly voluptuous body with wide hips, a delicious-looking round bubble butt and a pair of tits which on her small frame are almost comically huge. Her skin is a lighter shade than Ishari’s and the horns protruding from her head are much larger, curved and ridged like those of a ram. She is dressed in a long cloak, open at the front with nothing underneath except for a pair of thigh-high stockings, white against her caramel skin. Her long, braided hair is a pale creamy golden brown and her glistening lips are full and red. Her eyebrows over large eyes are furrowed in an expression that’s stern, but not strict. She radiates an aura of stern competence and gentle maturity. She definitely has "Older Sister" written all over her.

"Better than berries, sis!" Ishari retorts and steps aside to present her shortstack sister with a clearer view, "I found THIS! He can feed us better than berries ever could!"

Big Sis eyes you suspiciously, "He looks a bit scrawny, don’t you think? Not much in the way of meat on his bones at all... Are you sure he can be of use?"

"No no no, not like that Ashnan! This one we don’t eat." Ishari waves her hands as if to dispel the notion, "He’s got something that can feed us, something better than roots and berries. It takes a bit of work to get it out, but it’s so good! I can’t even remember the last time I was this full. You’ll see! "

"Oh?" Ashnan looks unconvinced, "Well go on then, show me. If you’re just exaggerating again, we can eat him anyway..."

You take this as your cue. Scrawny chest puffed out, cheap porn music playing in your head you step forward. Moving closer, you place a hand on Ashnan’s head. Her massive tits brush against your thigh. Eyes fixed to her plump lips and rosy cheeks, you feel your cock begin to harden.

"Oh, I’ll show you." You leer slimily down at Ashnan, "I got something for you to eat right here!"