Littlest Nymph in the Labyrinth - "Yeah."
From Create Your Own Story
You nod. You can easily recall how amazing it tasted.
"You thirsty at all?" the redhead asks out of curiosity as she lifts another drizzling hand from the pool to gulp its contents down. You were not, up until you saw her drinking the sparkling liquid. Now you seem to realize that your lips and throat are rather parched, so you walk over to the water as well and drink several gulps of it down, only stopping when you stomach feels full, and not because you did not want to have more. Fernweh also stops as if she's had her fill, and crawls around looking for the best spot to sleep on, like a cat. You are nowhere near as particular, and you just curl up in a random spot, trying to ignore the chilly air of the cavern and get to sleep.
After a while of this, your exhaustion sets in, and you embrace the coming sleep.
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The pale nymph's ear twitches at the sound of cloth rustling. Her eyes open, and she rolls over on the cold stone to see you shaking. Your brow is furrowed in your sleep, and every shiver causes your teeth to clack together even though your mouth is shut. Fernweh sighs, and smiles a little, crawling over to you and laying beside you. She wraps you up in her arms and presses you to her chest, and her fey warmth immediately comforts you, returning you to proper rest. She closes her eyes, enjoying the heat of your form as well, as she drifts back to sleep.
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Something dark emerges from the tranquil waters, long and thin, slithering towards its foul aim. It touches the back of the nymph's neck, and she groans in her sleep from the cold sensation. The black tendril coils around her throat, slowly squeezing down until her eyes shoot open and she reaches up to feebly grasp at the appendage. She sputters and chokes, unable to breathe. The tentacle yanks on her and drags her away from you as she claws at the stone desperately, but it is too slippery to get a grip. Her leg kicks out to hit you in the back, jolting you awake, and you stumble to your feet and turn to see her being wrenched head-first into the crystal clear liquid by an appendage that exudes flickering licks of shadow and pitch black haze, her torso and legs going under shortly afterward.
You freeze in shock. You see bubbles emerge to the surface rapidly, and try to will yourself to go to the water to save your companion, but the evil that lurks in it seems to strike a cold dread into your heart. There is a muted flash of light from the bottom of the deep reservoir, and then, no more bubbles come to the surface. You panic even more, your organ pounding uncontrollably as you inch towards the edge of the pool, hoping, praying that Fernweh is alright and that she's going to swim up at any time. You wait for several seconds, barely breathing.
Then, you see something pitch black and covered in a miasma of shadow rising to the surface, the entire body of water warping upwards due to its size and mass, and you turn on your heel and flee to the left, running through the tunnel as fast as you can, glancing back to see some sort of horrific black tentacles whirling through the air at you. You turn the corner and go to the right as soon as you reach the next chamber, running faster than your gasping breaths can restore the energy to your limbs, and you only dimly realize in your mind that you are going down an unfamiliar tunnel. You come to a huge fork with five more passageways you can enter, and instinctively run towards the middle one, bolting down its length and no longer even checking behind you to see if you are still being pursued.
You see a chamber ahead, unusually bright - you enter it and stop in your tracks, eyes widening. There's moss all over the walls and ceiling of the room, creating enough light to be able to see the horror inside of it quite clearly. A gigantic, blue-skinned man, covered in rippling muscle, with the head of a horse, holding a beautiful, older brunette woman up against the far wall and pistoning his hips in and out of her with heavy pants and grunts of lust. Each thrust he makes creates a disgusting splurch, though you are unable see what exactly is causing it. The woman gasps and pants and seems to be delirious with desire.
"You goddamn slut! Keep begging and moaning for it and maybe I'll give it to you!" the horse-man cackles, his irises shining an unnatural violet.
"Yes! Yes! Please! I want all of your cum!" the curly-haired brunette exclaims. Her mature, developed body seems to somehow be able to handle the unparalleled pounding she was receiving, as if there was some sort of magic at play. Her eyes, too, were glowing such a bright shade of purple that it hurt to look at them. Her tongue waggles out of her mouth as she drools uncontrollably. Then, with a triumphant chuckle, the horse-man's massive, veiny sack twitches several times, and there's a gross squelch as he swings into her a few more times and holds there. Some sort of immensely thick white goo spills down from something out of your vision, splattering all over the floor.
You glance behind you and find that the evil seems to have stopped chasing you at some point, but in your moment of inattention, you hear approaching footfalls and a huge blue hand grabs you by the throat before you have time to look back at the horrifying intercourse. You are lifted into the air and you claw and scratch at the hand holding you, but the flesh is so thick and calloused that you cannot even draw blood. The horse-man laughs boisterously as you grip his wrist, trying to pry him off weakly. Something brushes against your ankle, and you look down to see his obscenely large manhood, easily the size of a grown man's forearm. It is still rigid, and that white fluid seems to be dripping from its head.
The entire creature reeks of sweat and something even muskier, and you would gag if your throat was not being crushed. "Looks like we've got a little voyeur over here," the horse-thing laughs, casually tossing you down to the ground, and you cough and hack and clutch at your throat to try and breathe. "I thought all the tasty children who wandered in here were already dead! Hah hah! Looks like it's my lucky day!" he roars, tossing his thumb at a pile of rags and bones in the corner of the rock chamber. You look at it, and your heart stops. You recognize the clothes of at least three of your friends, and the added shock leaves you speechless, frozen, and far beyond the point of being able to help yourself.
"Hold on," says a voice from behind the horse-man. He steps aside, revealing a much younger looking woman than before, her tan curves just as pronounced as previously, but now accented by a toned, lithe, and nubile frame. A furry black tail and black cat ears on her head, along with fur on her hands and feet, and sharp claws on the tips of her fingers and toes, only seem to enhance her otherworldly beauty. She runs her hands up her body, squeezing her massive, perky breasts and letting out a sensual sigh. "Mmmm, I feel so hot," she breathes, her rear wiggling and her tail curling around in the air seductively. Her engorged flower, a small and neat bush of brunette hair above it, drips with an unnatural, sweet scent, and she strolls up to you, drinking in your small form with her eyes. "I want him," she grins. "I want to play with him. And when I'm done, you can have him," she purrs to the horse-man, who chuckles and slaps her across the ass with a huge hand.
"Go nuts, bitch. When you're done, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't ever be able to walk again," he growls, and she just tosses her curly hair over her shoulder dismissively.
"You couldn't do that when I was a human, dear horse-thing. You're going to have an even harder time of it now... but I welcome everything you can give me," she remarks deprecatingly at him, yet at the same time reaching down to rub herself in the groin as she glanced at his veiny, hard, purple rod.
"My name is Sir Lancaster, bitch," he muttered, going to sit down in the corner and watch what was about to happen.
"And I'm Saate Velonius. Gonna keep calling me a bitch, dickhead?" she scoffs before turning to you, a savage grin forming on her face. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this, you scrumptious little morsel..." She gets down, raises your chin with a finger, and plants a firm kiss upon your lips. Your soul is immediately hers.
Bad End
