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Teysa nodded toward the passageway. Aliara immediately took point. She padded along silently. Teysa followed a few feet behind, careful to tread lightly across the smooth flagstones. The corridor turned inward and widened as they followed it. One last curve and it opened up into a wide, well-lit cul-de-sac lined with doors. Each one had a beaded curtain strung up over it for privacy. It looked for all the world like a dormitory.

Aliara turned around and shrugged. Teysa considered their options. Maybe Mish'li was in one of these rooms. If not, perhaps they could surprise one of the occupants and extract some information. Teysa didn't want to kill anyone, but she had no compunctions about tying up an acolyte long enough to slip out. She picked a door at random and pointed towards it. Aliara's eyebrows raised, but she nodded and drew one of her daggers, holding it close in a reversed grip with the blade flush against her forearm. She stalked around next to one of the doorways, then flattened herself against the wall and stretched her head out to listen. Teysa realized she had never noticed Aliara's ears-- they were not as pointy as a true elf's, but their length betrayed her ancestry. Whatever she heard seemed to satisfy her, as with a single liquid motion she darted in through the curtain, making barely a whisper.

Teysa waited in the hall for Aliara to give her some signal or call all-clear. She rested her hand on her waist, feeling for her mace for a moment before remembering that she had left it at the Stone Egg. She felt terribly exposed. Seconds passed, and she strained to hear any noise from within the room. She's taking too long. Something must have happened. Her head filled with horrible images of Aliara trapped, injured, suffering... she had to do something.

There was a slight sound, like a gasp, or maybe just an exhalation. Teysa looked around wildly. Did it come from inside that room? How can I tell? Is it her? She couldn't wait any longer. Steeling herself, she charged towards the door, nearly tearing the beaded curtain off of its rack as she entered.

A jolt like a lightning strike ran down her spine as she crossed the threshold. Her forward momentum was suddenly arrested and she found herself halting in mid-stride, one leg up. She tried to move and realized she couldn't. Only then did she look around.

The room was indeed a priestess's cell. A straw mattress lay in one corner with an iron chest at one end, while the walls were lined with stone bookshelves. A single window high on the wall let in just enough light to see by. Aliara was in the corner, standing still with a shocked expression on her face, and seemingly as frozen as Teysa. Her eyes swiveled wildly. Next to her stood a tall, slim drow woman in a plain black robe. She carried a lit black candle in a silver saucer, and smirked at the paladin. "Well, well. It turns out my visitor brought a friend. How nice." She gave a mocking bow. "I wish you had warned me you were coming. I would have been more prepared."

Teysa strained at whatever bonds were holding her in place, but to no avail. Seeing her effort the drow giggled. "Look down, my love. That's what happens when you barge into someone's home without knocking. You set off their guard-runes." A semi-circle of runes had been etched into the stone around the door, and they glowed with a faint green light now. As Teysa struggled to free herself the glow increased in intensity, but she could not move a muscle. The drow crossed the room and laid the candle on the ground next to Teysa, then grabbed her under her armpits and began to drag her like a statue across the floor.

"Oh, don't worry," she said, "it'll wear off in a few hours. That gives me plenty of time to think of what to do with you." She leaned Teysa up against the wall and crossed the room to the chest. She bent over it and lifted the lid, doing something inside that Teysa couldn't see from her current position. The drow stood, straightened, and turned around, beaming. She held out her hands for inspection. One held a handful of black candles like the one she had carried, the other a piece of white chalk.

"Well, I think I have just the thing. You're going to love this. They teach us a lot here, but Mistress Eveen always tells me that there's no substitute for practical experience." She kneeled down on the floor and began sketching with the chalk, pausing occasionally to wedge a candle into the floor between stones. Teysa rolled her eyes to try to get a glimpse of what the drow was doing, but only saw a series of unrecognizable glyphs. Whatever she was doing, she whistled merrily while she worked on it. Eventually she stood up to admire her handiwork, then crossed the room and tilted Teysa forward to give her a look as well. The symbols were etched into a wide circle that took up most of the floor. "Check it out! Now, it's nothing fancy, but for the kind of summoning I have in mind it should suffice. Now let me just get you situated..."

There was a small whisper of steel on cloth, and then the drow brandished a thin silver dagger in front of Teysa's eyes. She laughed, then caressed the paladin's hair. "Not to worry, I won't hurt you. I just need to get you into something more suitable." She began to slice at Teysa's clothing. She worked quickly, expertly, and in no time she had stripped the paladin bare. A cool breeze blew across Teysa's naked flesh and she felt goosebumps rising on her arms and legs. The urge to shiver was overwhelming, but she couldn't even do that. The drow dragged her across the room and laid her down in the middle of the circle, then crossed out of her line of sight. Teysa heard more cutting and then felt Aliara laid down next to her, what felt like one arm draped over her back.

From somewhere above her the drow spoke. "I hope you're comfortable. This shouldn't take long... where is that... aha." Something clicked, and Teysa felt warmth as the candles lit one by one. That accomplished, the drow stood back and began to chant. The words were guttural mixtures of consonants and growls. The light in the room dimmed ever so slightly and Teysa felt cold air rushing across her face.

Warmth flowed through Teysa's limbs. She felt them twitch as pins and needles filled every extremity. With a gasp, she sucked in a breath of air. She could move again! Her limbs felt sluggish and weak, but they were hers. She drew herself up, propping herself with her arms, and looked around.

The drow priestess was standing in the middle of a tempest of smoke and shadow. Her eyes were rolled back into her head and she continued to chant, though a second, darker voice seemed to speak in stereo with hers. The candles poured forth a tremendous amount of smoke that gathered itself around her. The runes glowed bright green, too bright to look upon. Teysa tried to drag herself out of the circle, but as she reached towards it edge she felt an impenetrable barrier in the way. It was invisible, but something held her back. Next to her, Aliara groaned and stirred. She clung to Teysa, shivering uncontrollably.

The smoke suddenly reversed direction and poured into the circle. The priestess's chanting let up, and she cackled madly, a wild laughter that scratched at the inside of Teysa's skull like barbed wire. The sound seemed to fill the world. Teysa moaned and clutched her hands to her ears, but still the mocking laughter filled her head. She watched as the smoke coalesced into an orb of darkness that hung in the air. It was a doorway, Teysa realized. A gateway to elsewhere. And something was coming through.

Something thin and white extruded through the orb. It clicked onto the stone and Teysa realized it was a skeletal leg. It looked like a horse's, denuded of flesh. A second followed, then a third. Wisps of shadow held the bones together as the thing pulled itself into their reality. It jerked and twitched spastically as more of it became visible. As it passed through the orb, smoke collapsed around it, clothing the naked bones in dark flesh. Teysa reeled in horror, finding herself unable to look away. The creature was hard to look at; parts of it seemed to phase in and out of reality, and it was strangely out of sync with reality around it, as though the room were just a canvass and the thing painted on it. It had a bulbous central body on a tripod of thick, stubby limbs. Something pulsed and quivered along its sides, some kind of orifice or sense organ. Round nodules of glossy black erupted at irregular intervals like pustules. A frond of curling, waving tentacles crowned it and they waved obscenely through the air.

Mewling with revulsion, Teysa tried to scramble away from it, and found herself backed away completely to the opposite end of the circle. Aliara stared at the thing in terror. Her eyes seemed to be the size of dinner plates. To her horror Teysa realized it had heard her scuttling. It took a hesitant, clomping step across the circle, then another. She held up her hands in a feeble gesture of warding as the thing bore down on her. The smoke and shadow was already dissipating, leaving this thing behind. Above her the drow priestess watched with avid, greedy eyes.

The thing was almost on Teysa when Aliara let out a low moan of horror. Instantly, it rounded on her. She let out a strangled yelp as it reached out with its tentacles, lashing one around her neck and another around one feebly protesting wrist. Aliara hissed as the thing touched her. Her imploring eyes found Teysa's and she stared in mute appeal. Teysa could only watch in horror as the thing drew her lover close.

Its tentacles wriggled towards Aliara, caressing her body from head to toe. She struggled, but her movements were limp and weak. Tentacles grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart. A questing tentacle slithered up her leg. It wrapped around and around like a boa before extruding its thin tip like a lover's finger, tenderly parting her pussy lips and slipping inside her.

Aliara let out a terrified moan and a tentacle slid into her mouth. Her eyes grew wide, then rolled up into her head as she collapsed against the beast. It held her upright, working its tentacle in and out of her pussy. Teysa could only watch in revulsion as the pseudopod swelled and thinned, swelled and thinned, in time with its eager thrusts. Movement bulged grotesquely under the surface as it writhed. The tentacles exuded a dark mucous that smeared all around Aliara's mouth, on her inner thighs and across her bruised cunt.

The beast shifted its grip. It suspended Aliara about three feet off the ground in a horizontal position, her arms hanging limply down, her legs held up by ropes of dark, rubbery muscle. Her head lolled, held aloft only by the throbbing tentacle that even now worked its way down her throat. Teysa could see a thick bulge in her neck as the probing organ penetrated deeper and deeper. A similar bulge just above her hips showed where the tentacle invading her cunny had swollen inside her. Frothy bubbles of drool gathered at the corners of her mouth as she struggled to breathe around the invading tentacle. A pair of smaller tentacles wrapped around her dangling breasts and began to squeeze and pump them. Milk began to drip out and pool on the stones.

Above them, the drow priestess watched the whole scene with a wild look in her eyes. Never taking her eyes off the half-elf, she reached one hand into her robes and began to rub herself furiously. She bit her lip and grinned as she watched Aliara's violation. "Can you feel it inside your womb, bitch? It's marking you. If you're lucky, you will bear the spawn of the Dark Mother. Echidna will give you her gift!" She was raving, mad. Teysa shrunk away from the monster, feeling intensely grateful that it had chosen Aliara... and immediately feeling guilty for that. She felt she had to do something. "Hey! L-leave her alone!"

The monster did not let up. If anything, its **** on Aliara became more frenzied. Its tentacle slammed into her quim harder and harder, making a rubbery flesh-on-flesh slapping sound with each impact. Her whole body shook in time with the punishing ****. The tentacle in her mouth pulsed and writhed, questing ever deeper. Teysa took a deep breath.

"Whatever you need to do, do it to me! Leave her alone!" The drow laughed again, louder than ever. "You slut. You see her getting it from the child of Echidna and you get a little wet between the legs, do you? Well, if you insist..." She barked out a command in the same guttural tongue. The effect was immediate. The beast pulled out of Aliara, its tentacle pulling loose from her battered pussy with a wet pop. What seemed like an endless stream of thick fluid drooled out after it coated her inner thighs. It pulled out of her mouth as well, leaving that same mucous smeared across her face, and set her down on the stones.

Rounding on Teysa it lashed out with tendrils. She gasped as they wrapped around her ankles, wrists and neck. The touch was icy cold and stung slightly, like the tentacles of a jellyfish. She did not resist but held her arms up in surrender. The monster laid her on her back on the stones and parted her legs before sliding its tentacle, still glistening with greyish mucous, into her pussy.

She had been prepared for an icy chill, but it was warm as it went into her, and she felt that warmth blossom outward from her quim. She exhaled in a long sigh and closed her eyes as she felt it pressing deeper and deeper into her. It squirmed and writhed like a snake as it **** more and more of itself past her nether lips. At the same time, another tentacle found her anus. She barely had time to squeal in surprise as it pushed its way inside her.

Fortunately, it seemed to have no interest in her mouth, but began pumping away between her legs. The tentacle in her ass was small but it began to swell, stretching her hole painfully. She had **** but to grit her teeth and bear down on it. Mercifully it stopped at about the width of her wrist and began to slide in and out, much more slowly than the tentacle probing her cunny. That one was hammering her repeatedly, though each thrust came paired with a wave of that soft warmth. The combined sensations were too much for one woman to focus on. She felt overwhelmed by the alien presence inside her. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the squelching and slapping sounds, trying desperately to achieve the meditative calm practiced by her order. I am not here. I am far away. This cannot break me. It cannot.

The tentacle inside her pussy had reached the entrance to her womb and exerted a continuous pressure. Each impact increased the pressure. She could feel it trying, trying to get as deeper into her as it could. She could keep it out no longer. With a sudden twinge she felt it slide all the way into her womb. Meanwhile, the tentacle in her rectum was pumping along steadily. She no longer felt any pain from that hole, only the same slightly numb warmth.

Both tentacles paused, and she felt a peristaltic motion travel along them. The sensation pulled her out of her calm as she realized what was happening. Before she could even cry out a flood of warm, gooey liquid erupted inside her womb. A moment later, a matching flood filled her bowels with the same warmth. It poured into her, a tremendous flood, far more than she thought she should be able to contain. She could feel her belly swelling as it filled her and still the flow continued. She thought for a **** moment I'll die! There's too much! I'll explode!

Just as it seemed she would burst, the flood tapered and died off. She felt incredibly full, and knew that the beast's ejaculate must be filling every nook and cranny of her womb and anus. It began to withdraw from her, leaving an odd feeling of emptiness as the soft tentacles popped out of her holes. They were immediately followed by twin geysers of goo, which coated Teysa's legs and left her lying in a puddle. This abated the pressure just enough to be bearable. She finally dared to look down, to see her belly more swollen than it had even been when filled with eggs. She looked like a fertility idol from one of the jungle cults they had broken years ago. She could not see her cunny, but she _felt _stretched out, and could feel a trickle of ooze pouring from her gaping pussy and asshole.

The beast was already dissipating like smoke and blowing away. Its bones dissolved into ash and blew apart in the wind. The drow priestess lay sagged against the wall, her robes hiked up, her cunt glistening with fluid. She was breathing heavily and shot Teysa a triumphant look. "Look at you! It looks like you're knocked up after all. The High Priestess will be pleased." She waved her hand and spoke a few syllables, and Teysa felt her arms drawing behind her back as something cold and hard closed around her wrists. "They'll find you a nice comfy cell in the dungeons, never fear. Not for too long-- you'll be due soon, and I expect they'll want to breed you again right away. You and your... little friend. It's rare to find a couple of slaves resilient enough to stand up to Echidna's children."

Teysa was suddenly as exhausted as she had ever been. The reality of her ordeal crashed down onto her. She slumped against the floor, throwing one arm protectively around her stomach. The drow giggled at the sight. "I think you have a long future here at the temple. Both of you. Motherhood will suit you. Rest now-- tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life."

Her mocking laughter chased Teysa into unconsciousness.

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