Darknest: A Dark Fantasy Erotica Anthology

by J. M. Keep

  There the gaggle of twisted locals left her, quiet but not quite alone. They waited a way off, watching with anticipation for as to what might happen next.

  Rebecca took up her trailing leash and clutched it in her hands, looking sheepish and lost until a soft throat-clearing drew her attention to the water’s edge. There was another woman on the ledge with Rebecca. Although describing her as a woman might have been reaching a little too far.

  A beautiful, silvery skinned creature lay supine upon the stony ground. Her hair, if it could be called that, appeared to be comprised of writing serpents or eels, although closer inspection revealed them to be strange, fleshy growths, rather than living creatures. She was looking at Rebecca with large almond eyes that seemed to be filled with golden benevolence to the extent that they quite literally glowed. Her legs, it seemed, were hidden by the water, but she had propped herself up on slender arms. Slender arms that framed her stunning naked breasts perfectly.

  Rebecca, who had never previously even begun to entertain the idea of finding another woman sexually attractive, immediately felt her mind filling with visions of Sapphic sex. Fingers, tongues and bucking hips swam through her mind and in moments she felt herself wetter than Charles had ever managed to make her. It was all she could do not to drop to her knees and finger herself into a frenzy there and then.

  'Come closer vessel.' cooed the strange female. Rebecca wordlessly obeyed, smiling sheepishly as she did so. The leash trailed along behind her, instantly forgotten. 'Oh my, the Great Father did choose excellently...you and I...are going to become firm friends, my darling. It wasn't luck that brought you here, child...I've been expecting you.'

  Before Rebecca could answer, the newcomer rose from the pool. There came a loud, sucking noise, like a cock being reluctantly pulled from a tight and twitching orifice. The silver creature hauled herself from the pool without so much as a ripple of disturbed water and started walking towards Rebecca. She came on with sultry, teasing steps that showed off her hairless, dripping wet cunt all too well. Her lower body seemed to be covered in some sort of mucus-like substance that dripped freely as she stalked closer. Then she started to alter, not her divine face or the sculpted majesty of her body, but in the form of strange animated appendages.

  Thick eel-like tendrils wriggled forth, sprouting elegantly from her back. A good two dozen squirming shapes freed themselves from her silvered flesh. They coiled and thrashed and dripped with un-guessable viscous fluids. Each one moved with its own fidgeting life, like an octopus without the ghastly suckers.

  Yet Rebecca didn't feel horror. She welcomed the tentacles that sought her out as the creature drew close. Embraced them as they wrapped about her arms and legs then gently lifted her from her dainty feet and into the air. The silver creature took a position between Rebecca's legs and smiled sweetly. With her gentle hands she started to stoke the human girl's thighs, making the suspended woman moan and whimper with shivers of pleasure.

  'My purpose this night is to plant the seeds of life within you. But after, when you join me in the depths...you will be my very own...and I shall be yours. An eternity of pleasure in exchange for the use of your body.' she paused and smiled. 'You may call me Verity, precious one. That was my name upon the surface... once.'

  'Verity.' echoed Rebecca, squirming nicely in the slimy tentacle chair she was held in 'That name is so…so very familiar. I like it, but why do I know that name?'

  ''Shush now darling. All good things in time. I'm glad you like my name, but now we need to see if you're ready. The seed of the Great Father himself is not always quick to take hold in the flesh of humans.' purred Verity.

  Very gently, the silvery woman reached forward and started pulling down Rebecca’s luscious panties. They shone wetly in the candlelight, soaked through with the human’s sweet and gooey fluids. Verity effortlessly pulled the slutty garment down and off the human's legs, exposing the haired cunt below.

  'No, no...That won't do at all.' murmured Verity.

  With one hand she pressed the sodden panties to her lips and inhaled deeply. The wet fabric held Rebecca's scent well and the silver creature allowed the musky carnal odour flood into her. Unable to resist, the lace was pushed between her lips and she started to suckle upon it, drawing out all the sweet flavour of the girl before her.

  The tentacles were not idle whilst their mistress sucked and moaned upon the scrunched up lingerie. Instead they swabbed Rebecca's mons, drenching it with their slimy liquid. Rebecca peered down with excitement, just in time to watch the multitude of curled hairs covering her sex simply seem to dissolve away, leaving her perfect, tight, only recently non-virginal pussy exposed to the world. It was most unusual, but she liked the look of her sex without all the scratchy black hairs getting in the way.

  She liked the appearance even more when Verity's fingers slid inside the unresisting cunt and sank deep into her depths. Bolts of electric arousal pounded through Rebecca and she started moaning like a whore, her hips eagerly pushing back against Verity's silver digits. Shuddering as the sharp-nailed fingertips prodded and probed about in her slick snatch the human girl was in heaven.

  The priest had not lied about the blissful method and Rebecca bucked and writhed, mewling cutely as the alien woman explored her depths. Suddenly, the fingers were withdrawn with a wet squelch. Rebecca watched them go sadly, licking her lips as she saw each of Verity's three slender fingers ooze with strings of her slick juices.

  'You are not ready yet...' said Verity simply. Rebecca hadn't seen the woman remove her panties from her perfect, smiling lips. However, when the cunt-juice soaked digits slipped inside and were licked clean one by one, she couldn't help but moan like a good little human whore. Verity smiled down at the captive Rebecca, her lips curling around the finger she was sucking like a lolly. 'You need to be hotter. Wetter still...'

  About Rebecca the tentacles started to squirm and coil. Most were slender, but some were as thick as her arm. She watched them with lurid fascination, excitement and arousal rising. A little shriek and giggle were issued as she felt one pressing against her backside. The sticky, secreting tip was pressing up against the tight pucker of her anus in a most sinful manner.

  Another one of the thick, more bulbous, limbs pressed and coiled against her cunt. It pushed and probed at her tight folds, smearing them with the gluey fluid dribbling so readily from the smooth surface of each. It was mesmerising to watch. Somewhere in the back of Rebecca's mind she knew that she should be afraid and disgusted, but she wasn't. Not even in the slightest. She wanted the squirming, alien appendage inside her and she spread her legs apart further in encouragement.

  Verity cooed with appreciation at the human girl's enthusiasm and delivered what she craved. The tentacle teasing her pussy seemed to roll like a wave, from the hidden origin upon Verity's back, all the way to the blunt-nosed tip. For a moment it straightened and went rigid, then speared forth into Rebecca's slick cunny. The poor human woman almost blacked out.

  Although the appendage looked smooth, it became clear to Rebecca delirious mind that there were actually thousands of raised lumps and bumps along its surface. Each one seemed perfectly situated to making her insides twitch and spasm. Every tiny hillock of flesh touched another exquisitely sensitive part of her. Her cunt started to drool arousal, the fluid mixing filthily with Verity’s own bizarre secretions.

  But the silver-skinned creature didn't stop there. The thinner tentacle that had been nudging at the entrance to her bowels became more insistent, then pushed past her defences once the rosebud has been sufficiently slicked up.

  Rebecca felt the previously unknown sensation invade her like no other. No man had ever touched her there. Not even her own inquisitive fingers had dared sneak to that dark place. Now she was impaled upon the unholy instruments of a monstrous creature, the rhythmic flesh pushing and squirming into her most private and taboo of places. Against all rational thinking, she was loving it. Loose, moral free moans poured from her, making her gas
p and squirm like an animal.

  The cool wriggling of the tentacles wasn't enough for Rebecca, she needed more. Using her freed hands she reached out and grabbed one of the snake-like, thrashing tendrils and brought it to her lips. She'd done something similar to what she intended to do now with Charles on their wedding night. He’d certainly seemed to enjoy it and Rebecca dearly hoped Verity would appreciate her eagerness.

  With a cool of delight she brought the dripping eel of silver flesh to her lips and allowed it to slither inside. It was warm to the touch and it effortlessly wriggled deep into her. A pulse of muscle sent it scurrying down her throat, yet she didn't gag. Instead, Rebecca found herself perversely slurping and suckling upon the welcome invader. She drank down with gusto the viscous fluids pouring from it, finding them salty and full of forbidden muskiness. Rebecca felt her eyes lidding with delight, not least from the sensation of the thick, slimy snakes plumbing her twitching pink innards, but from the decidedly dark knowledge of how wrong it all was.

  Using one goo-coated hand, Rebecca reached up and hooked her fingers around the fine gold chain about her neck and violently tugged it away. She opened one eye and took one last look at the small golden crucifix swaying from her clenched fist, mesmerised by the sticky liquid dripping from her fingers that rolled down the chain and coated the holy symbol. She savoured the moment for a long while, feeling the thrill of blasphemy before tossing the useless symbol to one side. Rebecca would have no more use for such things, she had a new sensation to worship now.

  Verity leaned forward and tugged the tendril from Rebecca's lips, leaving her entire pretty face covered with the slimy juices oozing forth from the flowing appendage. Blonde hair clung to her reddened face in wet strands. The woman looked the very picture of debased and primal perversion.

  The silver creature wasted no time and kissed the moaning girl hard. Her lips were cool and refreshing, for Rebecca's skin was aflame with passion. Greedily she sank into the kiss, moaning whorishly into the inhuman mouth that welcomed her. Tongues met and danced a pagan tango. Saliva mixed and Rebecca surrendered herself completely.

  She found it hard to keep up the dark embrace however, for the thrusting tentacles continued to assault her core. The first had already invaded her womb, Rebecca could easily feel it and was thankful for the tapered tip which had gradually forced itself past her cervix, slowly parting the last defences offered by her soaked hidden muscle. It coiled there like a serpent and rubbed up against the sensitive walls, making her climax messily upon the arm-thick appendage for the umpteenth time.

  Rebecca shuddered with pleasure, getting thrilled little surges of delight as the sticky juices painted her innards with their corruption. She wondered idly if that was what it felt like to have a child alive within her, for the tentacle thrashed and moved. With a groan of bliss, Rebecca reached down and wrapped one slippery hand around the appendage invading her cunt. She tugged at it, pulling more of the slimy length into her innards. As more of the silver tentacle squirmed into her, Rebecca’s taut stomach bulge visibly, pulsing and squirming with snake-like outlines across her belly.

  Suddenly Verity pulled back and in an instant the tendrils too were yanked free, leaving Rebecca's cunt and arse twitching, drooling and gaping. Her pussy in particular was a glorious sight, with stringy ropes of liquid hung in perverse strands from apex to bottom. Rebecca issued a cry of horror at the sudden abandonment of her well-fucked holes and pawed at Verity. The unnatural woman merely smiled and stroked the girl's blazing hot cheek.

  'Now you are hot and wet enough to receive the Great Father’s young, my pretty child.' stated Verity in a motherly voice.

  Rebecca felt pleased that the creature was so proud of her readiness and squirmed shyly, wriggling her small toes. The panting woman wasn't entirely sure what to expect next, even so, she was surprised when Verity started walking her back toward the pool from whence she had first appeared. Once at the water’s edge she simply lay her down upon the smooth stones right at the lip of the dark and still pool. Without another word, the silver-skinned woman slipped into the water and lay down, half in and half out of the motionless pool. Then she groaned and sighed, stretching and purring as something started happening beneath the water.

  Rebecca, abandoned by the lustrous tentacles started to stroke herself. She felt desperate for the touch of someone and cupped her bra-clad breasts in the vague hope of arousing herself further. The black lace was soaked through with slime and sweat. It shimmered and glistened, no longer titillating, but certainly filthy and debased. When that didn't do it for her, she tried cramming her fingers into her needy sex, pushing and probing. She succeeding in teasing another orgasm from her swollen cunt and coated her hand in a gush of hot excitement.

  Then the sound of parting water brought the woman to her senses. Something large was emerging from the pool. Water spreading from a churning, swollen monstrosity rising up like a balloon from the depths. A large leathery mound of silver flesh broke the surface, the foamy swell still clinging to the pulsing mass. Atop it all was Verity, like the prow of some ancient warship, bold and exposed. Her legs had completely vanished into the pulsating mass beneath her, almost as if she had become one with the ghastly mountain of roiling flesh.

  Rebecca watched with amazement as the Verity creature hauled itself out of the water and onto dry land. A multitude and squirming tentacles formed a distinct platter of legs and they carried her toward the sprawled human figure. Rebecca could only watch on with abject amazement as the bestial form rose over her, dripping with brine and slime. The human propped herself up on her elbows and stared at the sight before her, amazed by the unnatural creature looming up above. Verity reared up, like some gargantuan leviathan of the deep. Rebecca should have felt fear, but the only emotion that surged through her mind was lust. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to breed.

  'Behold, child. Sweet daughter, all that you can and shall be...' said Verity with a moan, her tiny hands sliding over her newly acquired lower half. 'Open yourself to me, to the Great Father. Prepare yourself to receive his gift.'

  Instinctively Rebecca spread her legs wide. Her now bare cunt shone slickly in the feral candle light. She was ready, eager and desperate for Verity, the monster, to take her. Verity did not need further invitation. Her tentacle-like limbs shot forth and secured the pale human. They wrapped about her legs and spread them painfully wide, opening her cunt up for display.

  Rebecca could only watch on with amazement as a thick tube slowly descended from the bloated body Verity had acquired. With ghastly accuracy it made for her parted sex and nudged at the swollen lipped opening. Her labia, engorged with blood and tingling with sensitivity practically kissed the pointed tip that slipped inside that oh-so welcoming opening. The tendrils holding her aloft pushed her forwards, allowing the strange clear tube deeper access to Rebecca's slobbering snatch. A sudden sharp lurch and it was embedded deeply inside her. It felt, to Rebecca, more satisfying than her husband’s rutting dick had ever been. She moaned for good measure, hands sliding up and down her slippery body.

  'Yes.' cooed Verity. 'Accept my gift to you, accept the Great Father’s young...'

  Rebecca watched transfixed as opaque balls began to slide down the tube. They moved from the billowing swollen form beneath Verity and made the thin appendage swell and bulge. Everything seemed to happen so slowly, until the first orb reached Rebecca's sex.

  Although the egg looked small as it was gently pushed toward its new mother through the thin ovipositor, when it reached the human girl it certainly didn't feel that way. It spread her cunt like nothing had ever done before. The almost completely spherical object made Rebecca shudder and come, messily at that, upon the trembling tube. The egg had nowhere to go but her newly prepared womb and with a slick thrust, Verity forced her breeding appendage deeper, so that the smooth tip defeated the girl's cervix and allow the egg to plop happily into her waiting womb.

  There was a little pain as Rebecca’s cervix was defeated,
but that didn’t last long. She mewled happily as the first life-giving ball popped inside and rolled down her slick inner walls before settling in a hidden pool of liquid deep inside her. It felt hot and delicious, alive with alien life. Rebecca cooed with happiness as a second egg forced the ovipositor to spread her cunt wide. The thin vein-like ridges on the tube's surface dug into her ultra-sensitive walls.

  It was almost like a jigsaw piece fitting into place, a perfect and snug fit. With unrestrained joy she watched the eggs rolling down the tube toward her waiting depths. Each one was the same lovely size as the last and one by one she felt them plopping into her, jostling for space in the hot darkness of her womb. Even when Rebecca felt herself stuffed to the brim by the scolding orbs they continued to slide toward her, forced ever on by Verity's undulating abdomen. Throughout it all the creature made soothing noises, but Rebecca had no need of reassurance. Her hands reached and stroked the slimy tube, encouraging more and more. It felt utterly incredible to be filled in such a manner.

  Soon, the blonde human had taken on the appearance of a pregnant woman, her life-giving belly distended slightly and lumpen as egg after lovely egg settled inside her. She tried desperately to cling on to the ovipositor as Verity finally began to withdraw, but her tiny hands merely slipped on the slick surface. As the tip slipped through her grip and left her sex, it felt like she was on fire. Rebecca's own juices and body heat had left her cunt a, terribly gooey mess.

  Rebecca lapped at her fingers, tasting her own murky juices and the salty sweetness of Verity upon them. Try as she might however, she couldn't lose the feeling of being empty, despite her bulging stomach. Like a spoiled child she whimpered and moaned in protest.

  'You want more?' cooed Verity. 'What a good vessel you are, darling child.'

  With that, Verity's tentacles tipped Rebecca so that her stretched rectum was exposed. With unerring accuracy the ovipositor was directed back toward the human and once more the tip began to nudge inside her, this time into her rear end. Frustrated by the pace, Rebecca grasped a hold of the breeding tube and despite the slime, managed to push it deep into her arse, impaling herself on the lovely tool. She moaned exquisitely and came almost instantly, squirting a small jet of cream-covered fluid over the already soaked tube.