A Fine Host Ch 01

The cave of the Karak was deep and dark. I peered into it thoughtfully as I dismounted my horse and handed my brother the reins.

Sir Therio, my brother, frowned down at me from his horse. "Are you sure you wish to go through with this?"

I nodded. "Of course. The king has promised to wed me to the princess when I succeed." Ah, the princess... I had known Princess Rosette since we were both children, but recently our friendship had blossomed into so much more.

My brother's frown deepened. "If you succeed."

I laughed. "Of course I will succeed! I am the strongest knight in the kingdom."

"But the Karak is said to be unbeatable," Sir Therio worried. "It has been said to have defeated whole armies before."

I snorted. "The stories are all old, and from a long ways off. I, personally, don't believe them. And, besides, I have this!" I pulled the bottle I had been given out of my pouch. "The court wizard told me that it will allow me to save the kingdom from the Karak."

My brother sighed. "I'm a bit worried about how vague he was about its exact effects."

I shrugged. "He said it wouldn't be difficult to use. I just drink it when I see the Karak."

"But-" my brother protested.

I waved my hand to cut him off. "Enough of that. I'm going now. Take care of my horse." And, with that, I entered the cave. I could feel my brother's worried eyes on my back as I went, right up until a bend in the path removed me and my light stone from his sight.

I continued onwards until I came to a fork in the path. Shrugging, I went right.I had a fantastic sense of direction. If I kept track of which way I went at each turn, I could easily search the maze of passageways.

An hour later, I had to admit I was lost. I sat down at an intersection, and debated what to do next.

"Ah, Sir Robert," whispered a voice that seemed to come from every direction at once. "I've been expecting you."

I looked around warily. "Who's there?"

"Who do you think I am?" The voice was raspy, and vaguely sinister.

"The Karak..." I breathed.

"Yes, Sir Robert. I am the one you seek," the Karak answered. It chuckled. "But you appear to have lost your way... Without my help, you will never make it to me."

"And you wish to help me, do you?" I sneered. "Why? Do you want to die?"

The Karak sighed. "I'm bored. You will be good entertainment. And if I die, well, I am very old. I grow weary of this lonely existence."

"I can understand that," I told the being. "So you'll guide me?"

"Yes. But you must do something for me first."

"What?" I asked warily.

"It is a simple thing, easily done," said the Karak. "I will guide you to a waterfall in the cave, where you will bathe. You no doubt stink from your journey."

"That I do," I agreed, still wary. "Guide me to the waterfall, and then I shall decide."

The waterfall in question was, indeed, perfect for bathing, almost like it had been made for it. It cascaded over a stuck out lip of rock into a small pool in the cave floor, with a small private grotto behind the falls. When I stuck my hand in the water, it was surprisingly warm. The only problem was the vague smell of sulfur, but that was easy to ignore. "So I bathe here?" I asked the echoing voice.

"Yes," the Karak agreed. "Then, when you are clean, I will guide you to me."

I looked around. The Karak obviously had some sense of where I was in the cave system, but could it see me?

I decided it didn't matter, but resolved to wear my sword belt into my bath, and carry the potion in its corked bottle. Just in case.

I set my light stone on a convenient outcropping in the wall, and began to strip. Before long, I was down to my underwear. Nervously, I removed them, and set them neatly beside the rest of my clothing. Then I stepped into the waterfall.

The water felt amazing as it ran down my body. I stuck my head under, and did my best to clean my hair. As I pulled my head out, I took a deep breath, and realized the odor of the sulfur had been drowned out by a strange, musky scent. The smell was not wholly unpleasant, I decided as I scrubbed down my arms. A definite improvement over the sulfur. It reminded me of something, though I wasn't certain what.

My thoughts drifted to Rosette, and our heartfelt, ardent goodbyes, said in the dead of night while we lay side by side, spent from our lovemaking. I had waited for her to fall asleep before I slipped away. I smiled, remembering her relaxed face, and her pert breasts, just barely peeking out from under the covers. Her legs, splayed, and between them, under the sheets, her soft, warm-

I blinked, realizing that I now had a hard on. I sighed, and debated taking care of it. No, I decided. My pants were loose, and, anyways, the Karak might be watching. I didn't want that strange being to see me pleasure myself. The idea of it watching, enjoying the show, disgusted me.

Finished washing, I stepped out of the waterfall, and got a nasty shock. My clothing was gone! "Karak!" I barked. "Where are my clothes? My armor?"

The Karak chuckled. "You don't need them, so I took them away. There is a towel by the door. Dry yourself."

I growled. "You're right. I don't need my armor to defeat you!" It was a good thing I'd held onto my sword and the potion. Swiftly, I dried myself off. Then I drew my sword and stalked out the door, potion uncorked in my off hand. "Ok, I'm clean, and I'm dry. Tell me where you are!"

Something touched my naked ass. "Oh, not far."

I whirled, and almost froze in shock. Almost. The Karak... It was huge, the size of a draft horse! Tentacles extended from it, some ending in eyes, others vaguely phallic in nature. The one trying to wrap itself around my waist was phallic, I noted as I sliced it in half, freeing myself.The main body, and most of the tentacles, were a dark, vaguely brownish green. The phallic tentacles, though, ended in a bruise like dark purple.

Time to drink the potion, I thought as I fended off tentacles. I pressed the bottle to my lips and gulped it down.

It took effect instantly, though not in the way I had expected. I grew dizzy, and clumsy in my movements. The Karak plucked the sword and the potion bottle from my hands. I gasped, and tried to speak. The only sound that came out was, "Nnnnnmmmmmph."

I barely noticed the Karak removing my sword belt, focused as I was on retrieving my sword, which the Karak held just out of my reach. The dizzy feeling grew stronger, and I felt strangely weak. I collapsed into the Karak's waiting tentacles.

"You are quite lovely, little knight," hissed the Karak. "I had not expected someone quite so... Pretty. Your long blond hair, your slender, youthful form, they are quite attractive. Not to mention your ass." The Karak ran a tentacle over the place in question.

"Nnnnn..." I protested.

"Soon you will long for my touch. Beg for it," the Karak told me.

"Nnnn!" I objected.

"You will," the beast stated confidently. Then it shoved a phallic tentacle into my mouth.

I tried to resist. Tried to spit, to shove, to eject the cold, clammy appendage. It was no use. Soon the tentacle was sliding down my throat.

"A small dose to start with," the Karak murmured, and I felt some cold liquid sliding into me. I tried to twist my head away, but it was held fast. The tentacle retreated just enough to allow me to breathe. I gasped in air, still redolent with that musky smell.

I realized the smell was coming from the Karak, and then, in horror, realized what it reminded me of. The smell of a woman's arousal. The scent of her pussy. Why did the Karak smell like a woman's sex? I didn't want to know, but suspected I would find out soon enough.

The potion was beginning to wear off, but I could feel whatever the Karak had dosed me with taking effect. My arousal was almost painful. The tentacle in my mouth withdrew, allowing me to speak.

I wet dry lips. "What do you want with me? Why did the wizard betray me?"

"The wizard gave you the potion on the king's orders. I asked for a plaything, a host, a place to put my seed. And they sent you." The Karak chuckled.

I shook my head. "That- that can't be true! I am a knight! I am to be wedded to Princess Rosette!"

"It's true," the Karak assured me. "The king gave you to me in exchange for my services." Its phallic appendages stroked me, feeling strangely good against my hot skin. "You will make a fine host. I am pleased."

"I refuse!" I said hotly.

"You aren't in a position to object to anything I decide to do with you," the Karak said. "But I will make you a deal. I will wait for you to beg me to touch you. Then, and only then, will I do so."

"That will never happen!" I proclaimed.

The Karak chuckled again. "The aphrodisiac I fed you is potent. You will come around."

The beast was right in the end, damn him. I don't know how long I lasted. Time means nothing inside a cave. But the feeling inside me, the heat, the tightness, the building lust, got worse and worse as time went by. Finally, I snapped. "You can touch me," I told the fiend. "If you still want to. But I will not be your host." I raised my chin defiantly. "I will not allow that."

The creature chuckled. "I said you would come around. But I also said I would wait until you begged. That did not sound like begging."

I hesitated. But I needed this so badly. "Please touch me."

"Please touch me, Master," the Karak corrected.

I hesitated again. But I gave in. "Please touch me, Master."

I felt something prodding my anus, and my eyes widened. "Not like that!"

The tentacle withdrew, and the Karak chuckled. "Who is the master here? Who gets to choose how you get touched?"

I winced. "You are." And, when the tentacle came again, I did my best to relax, to allow it entry.

I'd never played with my own anus before, nor allowed anyone else to do so. It felt so strange allowing the Karak entry. So strange, but oh so good... No pain. Only pleasure so intense my eyes watered and I gasped for breath.

I felt a cool liquid entering me. It tingled, and I gasped again. Then the tentacle went deeper. And deeper. I began to struggle. "To much!" I gasped as I felt a squirming within my belly.

"Don't worry," the Karak assured me. "I'm being careful. I don't want to hurt you."

I moaned as the tentacle squirmed against my prostate. The sensation was unmistakable. So good... "Please," I begged, unsure of what I was begging for. "Please... Please, master." No one but us was here, I reminded myself. When I finally killed the beast, I would be the only one who knew of my moment of weakness.

The Karak chuckled. "Do you really think you can kill me? When I have you like this?"

It could read minds? I moaned. "You fiend..." I fought my restraints halfheartedly. The feeling of helplessness was strangely arousing. I whimpered.

"Shh..." the Karak said, stroking my hair. "Just enjoy it. Forget all else."

Unbidden, a picture of Rosette rose in my mind. My cock twitched violently. And the Karak began to move within me... Ridges in the slender tentacle toyed with my anus, and bumps pressed against my insides. I whimpered again. I was close. Relief and humiliation warred within me.

I didn't resist when the Karak shoved a phallic tentacle into my mouth, and began to fuck that. I welcomed the musky, sweet taste of the aphrodisiac. Moaning, I began to suck it, desperate for more.

"Mmmm..." the Karak moaned. "I like that. Keep it up."

My cock twitched again, and I could feel my orgasm approaching. With a muffled cry, I came, shooting my load pointlessly over the cave floor. Hazily, I felt the Karak pulse within me, in my ass and in my mouth, and I felt a coolness in my gut.

I knew from sex with Rosette that women were capable of continuous orgasm, but hadn't believe myself able to cum for more than a few seconds. That changed as agonizing pleasure continued to pulse through me, as time stretched and warped with the feeling within me. I tried to spit out the still leaking tentacle in my mouth, and to eject the one in my ass, but was unable. I moaned as I realized the Karak was still cumming within me, that my belly was slowly swelling with its juices.

The tentacle in my mouth pulled out to splatter its juices on the floor. "Please stop," I managed to gasp.

The Karak ignored me, and I knew why.

"Please stop, master," I begged.

And, wonder of wonders, the Karak stopped. Its tentacle withdrew from my ass, and a gush of cold seed followed. I whimpered as I realized my belly still bulged slightly with its liquid contents. "You... You seeded me..." I gasped, insides still spasming with pleasure. "What happens now?"

The Karak chuckled. "That was just semen. Trust me, you will know when I lay my eggs."

"Eggs?" I asked weakly.

"Eggs," the Karak confirmed.

"Oh." The pleasure, the punishing struggle beforehand, and the knowledge that the Karak would soon lay eggs in me was too much, too much. I fainted.

I awoke still clutched in the Karak's tentacles. The heat within me was nearly gone, thank goodness, but warm water ran down my body. I blinked at the pool beneath me, and moaned slightly. The Karak, I realized, was bathing me. "I can wash myself," I protested groggily.

"Little pet, I don't plan to let you go until you are well and truly mine, in body, mind, and will," the Karak told me. "You have nowhere to run, not when you don't know the way out, and you cannot fight effectively with no sword, but you might hurt yourself trying. I don't want that, sweetling."

I whimpered, and closed my eyes as the Karak began to gently scrub his seed from my ass. "Monster. Just let me go."

My belly rumbled. I realized I had no idea how long it had been since my last meal. If you could call a dose of aphrodisiac and monster semen a meal. It has certainly been filling. And delicious. My stomach growled.

The Karak chuckled. "If you wish to eat, just open your mouth, and I will feed you."

I shook my head stubbornly. The Karak sighed, and lifted a tentacle to my lips. I could smell the musky sweetness. "If you want it, all you need to do is accept it," the beast assured me. "I won't even make you beg. At least, not yet."

I felt my mouth watering. I wanted it, so badly... I realized my lips had parted, and snapped my mouth shut.

Or, at least, I tried to. I was not quick enough. "Mmmmmph!" I protested as the tentacle slipped between my lips, lubricated with its own juices. Before I could stop myself, I took a big, sucking gulp of the stuff. Then, whimpering, I tried to eject the appendage.

But the aphrodisiac... It was too good. Even as I twisted my head, trying to get away, I licked and sucked and gulped. Heat began to build within me, and I knew that as soon as the Karak released my mouth I would be begging for it to take my ass. I whimpered, staring pleadingly into its eyestalks. You can read minds, I accused mentally. You know what I want.

"That I do," the Karak agreed. "My little helpless pet... I suppose I can help you out. If that is what you desire."

No eggs, I thought.

"Not this time," the Karak agreed. "You are not ready. I don't want to shove them into you with you unprepared to take them."

This time, a pair of tentacles entered my ass. "Nnnnm?" I wondered what the creature was up to.

"I'm getting you ready," the Karak said. "I must say, I had not expected you to be prepared for two tentacles yet. It's almost like you were made for this..."

I whimpered in helpless arousal and protest. I was a knight, not some back alley whore!

"You are saving the kingdom, believe it or not," the Karak told me. "There is a threat that only I am powerful enough to deal with, and, as gold means nothing to me, the king offered me you." He chuckled. "Perhaps he believed he was killing two birds with one stone. My pet, you are many wonderful things, but you are not ruler material. The king would have never let you marry his daughter."

Tears stung my eyes. Rosette... And then my mind blanked briefly as white hot pleasure shot through me. I screamed helplessly into my gag, and, when the agonizing ecstasy subsided, I couldn't remember why I'd been crying.

"Good..." The Karak murmured. His tentacles, which had been coiled around each other, uncoiled and began to spread. I could feel them stretching me, ever so slowly, never quite reaching the point where pleasure turned to pain. I moaned. It was preparing me to receive its eggs... I wondered how large the horrid things were. How good they'd feel. The confusing mix of thoughts and emotions added to the heat inside me. I moaned.

The slow building pleasure seemed to last for hours. All the while, my rear entrance was stretched wider and wider, and the Karak lightly stroked me with its tentacles. Sometimes it played with my nipples. Hadn't the aphrodisiac been stronger yesterday? Was the Karak deliberately edging me? I whimpered, my pleading gaze fixing on an eyestalk.

The Karak just laughed.

Eventually I felt heat begin to build within me. I had no clue how wide my anus was at this point, or how deep the Karak had gone. Imagining my ass gaping wide was surprisingly arousing. I groaned as I realized that, even if I managed to kill the Karak or escape, I would be ruined for ordinary sex. The idea of plain missionary with Rosette just seemed so dull now.

A third tentacle reached into my ass to rub my prostate. I moaned, and, with one final full body twitch, shot my load onto the rock of the cave. Spasming, I felt my insides clench pointlessly as my orgasm continued. Felt the Karak's cold seed within me.

Eventually, the creature's orgasm was done, but it did not stop stimulating me. "Ple-" my begging was cut off by another cry of ecstasy.

"What was that?" the Karak asked, amused.

"Please-" Another surge of passion left me unable to speak.

"You're going to have to be clearer about what you want, my pet," the Karak said.

I gave up. It knew what I wanted, and was deliberately keeping me from speaking. Sparkles began to appear in my vision, and black fog closed in from the sides... With one final spasm, I fell unconscious.

I woke to the pair of tentacles in my ass, a thick tentacle in my mouth, and what was doubtlessly a load of aphrodisiac in my belly. I groaned. My cock was already throbbing with need, but I knew from experience the monster would never touch it.

"Good morning, pet." The monster seemed especially cheerful. "Today is the day."

I looked at the creature dully. If it wanted me to know what it meant, it would tell me.

The tentacle in my mouth withdrew. "Today you receive my eggs."

I blinked. "No." But the word lacked conviction, and I couldn't help wondering how it would feel...

"Don't worry," soothed the beast. "You will come to no harm, and it will feel amazing."

I whimpered, and shook my head. "I won't. So you can just pull your tentacles out of me and..." I whimpered again as the tempo of the tentacles increased, and the heat in my belly grew.

"You don't get to cum until the egging," the Karak informed me cheerfully. "As I have said before, you'll come around."

I began to struggle. "Noooo..." But the feel of the creature's phallic tentacles moving against my skin just aroused me that much more. "Ohhhh..."

I went limp, considering my options. The Karak would break me eventually. Would it be better to wait until then? Until I was so crazed with arousal that I couldn't see straight?

I sighed. Fighting was pointless. I was helpless, captive. Hopelessly, hilariously out matched. "Do as you wish." A single tear trickled down my cheek.

"Oh, pet..." The Karak crooned. "Don't be like that. This will feel good. Try to enjoy yourself."

I looked away.

The Karak turned my head back to face its eyestalks. "Fine," it told me, sounding mindly peeved. "We'll just enjoy ourselves today. Tomorrow I'll lay my eggs."