I am horrified by the idea of Delfina sacrificing her life to rejoin the crew of The Savage Queen. I suppose it would be a sort of life, but there is no way it is for me, nor do I plan to watch Delfina give herself over to this unholy pleasure.
“No,” I say firmly. “I must carry on. I must make Zimon Fendriss pay for what he has done.”
“Yes, you shall,” agrees Delfina, clinging tightly to Robert the Black. “You will reach the end of his dungeon and you will run him through with that sword you carry. Make sure he knows that Delfina Desiree helped you get your revenge.”
“He will die with your name ringing in his ears,” I say with a harsh smile.
“Did you hear that, Robert?” she says, turning her full attention to her ghostly pirate lover.
“Yes, my love,” he says. “But revenge is so unimportant when I have you hear in my arms again.”
“Mmmmmm,” she seems to agree, molding her body against his and pressing another passionate kiss to his lips. His powerful hands caress her back down to her firm bottom. She rolls atop him, grinding against the bulge in his trousers as she kisses him again and again.
I slip across the stateroom and to the rot-eaten curtain that had been indicated by Robert the Black. I pull it aside and reveal an incongruous door of iron. It most resembles the doors from the prison-like chamber where I found Delfina. The black iron knob turns easily and the hinges creak as I open the door. Beyond it is a strange, shimmering nothingness.
“Goodbye, Beatrix,” says Delfina, slowing but not stopping her grind atop Robert. “Safe journeys.”
“Farewell, captain,” I say to her and step into the shimmering darkness.
CONTINUE >
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Surrender meekly to the abhorreth
What hope do I have of escaping this creature? Abhorreths are devious monsters, huge and powerful to match their intelligence, and there is nowhere for me to flee. Trapped between the swaugins on the beach and the mighty tentacles of Lord Splugwyrth, I choose the latter.
“Giving up already?” His voice is in my head. He knows my thoughts before I put them into action.
“M-mighty Lord Splugwyrth,” I say, unbuckling my sword belt and letting my sheathed sword drop heavily to the gangway, “I cannot hope to best a creature like you. I surrender to, um, to…”
My thoughts wander as I take in the sight of the abhorreth’s various tentacles. The most prominent are the powerful, muscular gray tentacles equipped with pink suckers which it is using to wrap around the gangway and block my path. There are slender almost translucent tentacles that flick and twitch lustily along the edges of the gangway, ready to ensnare me feet and ankles. There is a large, smooth tentacle with an odd spade tip that the abhorreth keeps away from any danger. What is its purpose? Most of all, my gaze is drawn to the three phallus-tipped tentacles. These gray tentacles resemble the more muscular tentacles, but without suckers and with a pink cock on the end of each tentacle. The head of each cock is so fat and frilled, the shaft is beaded with pink lumps that I can imagine dragging against my clit.
“Yes, you like them?” he laughs in my mind, bringing the cocks closer. “You are wise to surrender to my power, Beatrix Ardora. If I make of you a mind slave, you will service my cocks whenever I require pleasure. I can tell by your submissive mind that you would be a very good slave. You would obey my every command, wouldn’t you?”
“Yesssss,” I moan, feeling pleasure from the abhorreth’s oppressive power in my mind.
“Remove your clothing,” he commands. “Let me have a look at you.”
I laugh. I’m not sure why. Of course, I obey the abhorreth. He is only using the slightest amount of his willpower to influence me. I can feel the vast presence of more behind it like the deep, darkness of the lagoon. Not that I have submitted to him, that evil power could flood into my mind and bend me to his will, turning me into one of his slaves.
“Yes, it could,” he agrees with a chuckle. “But not yet, my dear. Undress.”
There is a hint of impatience in that last word, so I undress hurriedly, stripping off my blouse and freeing my pert breasts and stiff nipples. My tits heave with excitement as I kick off my boots. One lands in the water and the abhorreth gently recovers it and places it back on the gangway. I smile gratefully and continue to strip down, peeling off my wet pants and sheer, soaked panties. Gooseflesh prickles my arms and legs. I wrap my arms around my abdomen to keep them from showing him how badly I am shaking.
One of the mighty tentacles with suckers reaches up to my face. The very tip strokes a lock of dark hair from my eyes and caresses my cheek. It smears a slimy secretion onto my skin where it touches me. This slippery liquid is cool at first but grows warm as it penetrates my flesh. Heat blossoms in my core and my cunt begins to ache. My face flushes. The tentacle strokes slowly down to my breasts. The pink suckers catching and pulling gently at my flesh. Each popping sucker leaves a momentary ring of pressure on my pale skin before the mark fades. Slime oozes down and between my heaving breasts.
“Modest,” purrs the abhorreth. “But I can envision them filling with milk as you grow with our child. Your hips are not so large either.” Another tentacle joins the first, stroking my hip and curling around to pop suckers against the firm roundness of my bottom. The suckers tickle and then bite a little harder as the tentacle parts my cheeks and massages my pussy and my clenching asshole with its slimy tip. “Potential. Your hips are shapely but undeveloped. The softness of motherhood would suit you well, Beatrix.”
“You are going to…make me pregnant?” I gasp, struggling to get the words out as the abhorreth’s aphrodisiac slime melts into my body.
“Yes, I am,” says the leviathan and his cocks move closer to me, unholy precum dripping from their tips. “Would you like that, Beatrix? To carry the child of an abhorreth in your belly for a century?”
“What!?” I cry in shock as it rubs its cocks against my body and up to my face.
“Oh, yes,” laughs Lord Splugwyrth. “You will be made ageless by my son – for all of my kind are born male – and you will enjoy great comfort. A steady diet of my secretions will ensure that your tender human flesh is not rent asunder by the birthing process.”
I fall to my knees, to stunned by what the future holds to offer a reply to the abhorreth. He laughs at me, mockingly, as his cocks slither over my naked flesh, dragging along my back to the slime-smeared peach of my bottom. His inhuman cocks rub against my ass, my thighs, and test the softness of my pussy with teasing thrusts against my opening. I whimper wordlessly, dropping my face to the rotten planks of the gangway and lifting my ass to surrender myself to him.
“Yes! Yes! Good girl, Beatrix!” He laughs, numerous slender tentacles rising from between the planks of the gangway to flick at my nipples and slither against my breasts. More tentacles rise between my knees, delicate feelers that squirm against my pussy and pull apart my folds.
“P-please,” I moan, delirious with lust, “fuck meeeeee.”
“Of course, Beatrix,” purrs the abhorreth and he thrusts a cock into my pussy and my ass almost simultaneously. The sensation of his slimy cocks pushing into my body is too much to bear. I cum on the first stroke, my ecstasy rippling through my tight channel and clenching him in the pink ring of my parted pucker. His cocks alternate strokes so that one is pushing forward as the other is pulling back. It is a maddening rhythm, the pleasure exacerbated by the delicate tugging of his translucent minor tentacles on my straining nipples.
“Godddddssss!” I cry, seeming to cum for ages.
“Concern yourself only with me,” commands Lord Splugwyrth. “I am your god now, Beatrix. I am your creator!”
Slime overflows my cunt and twitching ass. His cocks thrust into me with lewd, powerful strokes, plunging so deep that it is hard to catch my breath. One orgasm gives way to another. I am cumming for him endlessly, my body barely more than an extension of his desire. The gangway shakes beneath
me with the force of his strokes. His mental howl builds in my mind. I can feel it, growing volcanically, rumbling in my mind.
“Cum for me,” I cry. “Cum inside me, mighty Splugwyrth. Claim my body!”
“YESSSSS!” The roar of his psychic exultation nearly blanks my mind. I am smothered by his power as his cocks explode inside me, pumping with the force of each stroke, gushing massive torrents of his seed into my clutching cunt and my slime-slicked bowels. The instant the abhorreth’s seed touches my fertility cursed womb, I explode in a pleasure to match the abhorreth’s orgasm. It is the ecstasy of conception, like a hundred climaxes all at once, rippling through my body, engulfing me in joy and light.
His thrusting cocks churn his overflowing spunk into a musky froth that slops from my stretched cunt and packs the depths of my bowels. The stench of his seed fills the air as he pulls his cocks from me with a lewd slurp. Gasping, dazed, I lift my head weakly and smile at his baleful eye.
“Th-thank you, Lord Splugwyrth,” I moan.
“There is no need to thank me,” he says, caressing my face and shoulders with one of his tentacles. “We are now as one. My seed takes root in your womb and your change begins.”
I whimper and slump forward onto the gangway, my ass and slime-dripping holes in the air and a smile on my face. I could not be happier. I have been bred by the abhorreth.
CONTINUE >
Flee from the swaugins
Five is too many to fight. My heart hammers in my chest as I gaze from the one inhuman set of eyes to the next. I can imagine a net being flung over me and them prodding me with those tridents. Or prodding me with worse.
“Run,” I whisper.
“Yes, your captain agrees,” hisses Delfina.
We make a show of flourishing our blades to give them pause and turn and run. I sheath my sword to reach the best possible speed. Running on a beach is new to me and not particularly pleasant. I feel slow, like I’m barely moving at all, but the swaugins are clearly not in their usual habitat as they creep after us. We run far too fast for them to catch.
“Watch the falls!” I shout as we approach the roaring waters. Sure enough, several more swaugins are swimming quickly towards the churning waterfall. We veer inland, towards the cliff, and follow that as nets and tridents fly ineffectively in our direction. Even three more swaugins emerging from the cove beneath the waterfall cannot stop us. I’m so focused on reach the falls that I fail to notice a trident flying in my direction. It lands perfectly between my legs and impales the beach. My boot catches on the handle of the trident and I flip face-first into the sand.
Fortunately, Delfina hears my howl of surprise and pain. She curses, doubling back to help me to my feet. More tridents fly at us, but she deflects them with swings of her cutlass as I pull myself up on her arm.
“Clumsy oaf,” she curses as we resume our flight from the beach.
“Sorry, um, captain,” I say, doing my best to keep up with her.
Despite my clumsiness, we are closing in on the roaring waterfall. Beyond that waterfall is a dark void that can only be reached by passing through the falls.
“There is a lagoon inside,” shouts Delfina over the roar of the water. “The swaugins won’t go in there. They hate fresh water.”
I follow Delfina towards a path carved into the stone of the cliff and mostly concealed by the mists of the waterfall. The swaugins are giving up, no longer throwing nets or tridents. But the waterfall and that dark passage fill me with apprehension. I have a bad feeling that worse horrors than fishmen lurk inside that lagoon.
CONTINUE >
Mated by the abhorreth
Translucent tentacles wrap my laden breasts, curling up my bulging mounds and squeezing rhythmically around them. Tiny translucent suckers affix themselves to my sensitive nipples. I moan as their suction draws my reddening buds into the translucent bell on the tip of the two tentacles. With a cry of pleasure, I feel my milk gushing out of my nipples. The tentacles greedily slurp and drink the hot cream from my tits. I writhe, naked and glistening with slime, cushioned by a bed of soft pink suckers and tentacles.
“My lovely Beatrix, you grow sweeter each day,” purrs the abhorreth in my mind. “I knew you humans produced milk, but I had no idea how sweet and how much would be created by your growing body.”
“Oh, Lord Splugwyrth,” I gasp, jerking my hips as he continues to drink my milk. “Save some for your child.”
I rest my hand on my belly. It has not grown nearly as quickly as my breasts have swollen with milk. The abhorreth has explained to me that the gestation period of abhorreth offspring, called “plugs”, is far longer than that for human fetuses.
“It might be a century or more before our child is born,” he warns, continuing to drink down my milk and send jolts of pleasure from my nipples to my clit. “Do not fear, he will sustain you from within. You will not grow old or weak. You are as ageless now as I am.”
I turn onto my side, my engorged breasts shifting with my new position, but the hungry tentacles never detaching from my nipples. I gaze up at the glistening gray mound of the abhorreth’s body. It regards me with its single yellow eye.
“What will happen after he is born?” I wonder.
“You will resume your aging process,” he says, curling one heavy tentacle around my hip and idly teasing my hairless cunt with the suction cups on the tentacle. “Unless, of course, I fill you with another child straight away.”
I rest my hand on the slight bulge in my belly. “Oh, would you, my love? I can hardly imagine wanting to live without your plug inside me.”
“Fear not,” he says, stroking a lock of hair gently from my face, “for you are irresistible. Why even now, drinking your sweet cream has inflamed my desire. I would mate with you.”
“You would?” I laugh, rising onto my knees. “Please, my love, mate with me! I need your hard cocks.
“Yes,” he says, his gaze traveling slowly over my increasingly plush and curvy body. “Yes, you do need them.”
His large, suction-cupped tentacles wrap around my hips and waist and roll me onto my knees on the floor of the rocky cavern. A bed of algae cushions me as his tentacles lift my hips up. My huge milky tits dangle beneath me as the tentacles continue to squeeze and milk them into the sucking bulbs.
“Ohhhh, yes, my love,” I moan, arching my back to offer my swollen pussy to him. “Fuck me, mighty Splugwyrth.”
“Oh! I must devour you with my thousand tongues first, sweet Beatrix!”
His translucent tendrils lash my bottom and crawl between my cheeks. Warm, wet, slimy laps of his delicate tendrils against my pussy and asshole send pleasure crackling through my body. How many months have I been with the abhorreth? How long ago my old life seems! How unimportant that old life has become, particularly in this moment, as I endure the glorious experience he has garnered by pleasuring me all these long, happy months as his mate.
His tendrils twine together and thrust into my eager holes. My ass fills with his slurping tentacles. My pussy stretches around the rippling bundle of tentacles. Slime drools and splatters from my holes and soaks its warmth into my tender flesh. The pleasure is exquisite. My fingers curl in the kelp beneath me. I arch my body and thrust back against his many tasting tentacles.
“Yessss! Oh, yes, my love! You are going to make me cum!” No sooner have these words left my lips than my body is seized by the ecstasy of the abhorreth’s touch. His tentacles ripple and writhe inside me as I squeeze around them. He plays me like an instrument and each time my orgasm seems about to subside his tentacles find some new point of pleasure within my body and drive me back into the throes of my climax.
At last, he slides his tentacles from my trembling holes and allows me to slide almost flat onto the kelp bed and into a warm, twitching puddle of pleasure.
“Now it is my turn, my sweet,” he purrs in my head, lifting my hips once more. He thrusts one of his cocks against the drooling folds of my cunt and the other against the delicate pucke
r of my anus. Though I am exhausted by the force of my orgasm, I can hardly refuse my mate rubbing his cocks at my hole.
“Ohhhhh, both at once!” I whimper and he thrusts both cocks into my eager holes, filling me with his warm, throbbing fuckmeat. He is forceful without being rough. His pink cock piston in and out of my pussy and ass on a healthy coating of his slimy secretions. I am used to being fucked by the abhorreth, but each time offers surprises. This time it is his third cock sliding under my knees, between my breasts, and into my mouth. I moan around it, fucked in three holes instead of just two, and I couldn’t be happier.
“My love, your body is a wonder to me! Everywhere I seek my pleasure, it is found!” He pumps faster and faster into me, sloshing his cocks into my pussy, stretching my pink asshole, and ramming his warm cockflesh down my throat. I moan and gurgle with pleasure, cumming again, bucking despite my exhaustion and slurping wantonly on the cock driving in and out of my throat.
He rolls me over like a ragdoll, leaning up and out of the water so that he almost seems to be atop me. He thrusts deep into my pussy and ass. His cock throbs in my throat.
“NNnnmmggggkkk!” I cry, in a state of delirious ecstasy as he cums inside me, all three cocks pumping his hot, silky seed into my holes. It fills my throat and I gulp it down. It spurts into my cunt and flows out around his thrusting cock in raunchy splatters. My bowels are flooded with his cum, seeming to distend with his massive load. As he is cumming, I am subjected to a wordless psychic howl of pleasure that nearly makes me black out. It is only as that howl fades away and he withdraws his shrinking cocks that I am able to catch my breath and regain some sense. I lift my head, a dazed smile on my face as his cum leaks from my pussy and ass, and gaze up at the beautiful gray flesh of the abhorreth.
“My love,” I moan. “I will serve you always.”
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