Sorry it's taken me so long to finish this next part--I'd blame the holidays but it's been a good month beyond that. Life is hard. Hopefully it's worth the wait.
CW: Nonconsent, drug use, minor body horror
I ran. It followed.
The hallway stretched endlessly before me, the angles and shadows twisting strangely. With every step, the floor bent a little bit more to the right and the ceiling dipped a little more to the left. A door, a door, there had to be a door up ahead. I must have come through a door at some point, right?
Something caught my ankle in an unyielding grasp and and pulled, yanking me backwards. I hit the ground hard, and my vision went white for a moment as I cracked my head against the stone floor.
"Foolish thing," my pursuer sneered in a voice I felt more than heard. Clawed hands tore at my armor and clothing, paying no attention to the cuts and scrapes they left behind in their haste. I writhed and kicked at it, but I may as well have kicked the wall for all the good it did me.
"You think you could escape?" the thing continued, its words echoing inside my skull. "Is that what you truly want, little mortal?"
Something hot and wet swiped across my back, and I shuddered as I realized it was the thing's tongue. Its saliva burned against my skin, setting nerve endings ablaze with pain.
But not just pain, I realized as I twisted, straining to bring my arms to bear. There was pleasure, too--white-hot, raw, mind-melting pleasure.
"Yes," the thing gloated, sneering triumphantly as my struggles slowly turned into languid twitches. More of its drool hit my leg, and I let out an involuntary moan as a bolt of lightning ran up my back. "You see, now."
"Get off me," I managed to gasp between spasms of pain and pleasure. "Go fuck yourself."
"No, little mortal." It flattened me against the ground again, and I felt something hot and hard brush against the lips of my sex. "This is the part where I fuck you."
With one savage motion, it sank the full length of its cock inside me. Pleasure and pain beyond anything I'd ever known exploded through my body as the impossibly large member thrust deeper and deeper. I could all but feel my innards shifting to make room for the impossible length, and I screamed in wordless protest--a scream that turned orgasmic as I erupted.
The orgasm ripped through my body with the same brutal efficiency as the demon, and left just as much devastation in its wake. Fire flooded my veins, even as my muscles went limp and my nerves lit up with sensation. I felt like I was cumming with my entire body, and for a moment I lost the world completely.
And then the demon pulled back.
Inch after inch of red-black cock slid out of my body, paying no heed to the shuddering aftershocks of the most power orgasm of my life. In its wake it left an emptiness, a yearning void that demanded to be filled. Fear, disgust, and horror spilled into the void, leaving me empty of everything but pleasure.
I wanted that cock back inside me. I
needed
it back inside me.
The demon stopped at the last second, the head of its penis just barely inside the folds of my sex. My body felt numb without it; the only sensation I could make out was the heat in my cunt, a mere ember of the inferno it had been a moment ago.
And then the demon thrust back in.
I exploded again, screaming hard enough to tear my throat. Fresh orgasms raked my body with every inch that forced its way inside me. I twitched and howled, writhed and drooled, as the demon pushed inexorably forward. I pawed at my breasts, still looking for more, but no matter how hard I yanked or pinched my nipples, nothing registered against the overwhelming pleasure from my cunt.
Another thrust. I was cumming so fast now that I couldn't make out individual orgasms anymore, merely a flood of inhuman pleasure.
Another. My vision was fading. I could no longer feel the rough stone floor under my cheek, or the cold cavern air on my skin. It didn't matter. Nothing compared to what was going on inside me.
Another. Another. An--
With a wet pop, the demon pulled out of me completely. I slumped bonelessly to the ground, sticky with my own fluids and too overwhelmed to think. Only a single thought was left in my head.
"Please," I groaned weakly. I didn't have the strength to do more than twitch my ass, but my voice was thick with mindless desire.
"Please what?" The demon rumbled. A clawed finger teased the lips of my sex, lifting me back to the brink of orgasm for a single glorious instant.
"Please... master."
#
I sat bolt upright, soaked with sweat and juices and panting so hard it hurt. The flickering firelight revealed the wooden walls around my bed, and the poorly-made window let in a continual trickle of cold night air. A bird cried harshly somewhere off in the distance.
What. The. Hell?
The memories of my dream were fading as sleep withdrew, but I could remember the overwhelming pleasure. My sheets were torn where I'd clawed at them in the depths of my dream, my pussy and thighs were so wet I looked like I'd just jumped in the ocean, and the scent of my own arousal was so strong they could probably smell it in the common room.
Without really thinking about it, I lifted a hand to my mouth to taste my own juices. Mmm. Maybe they did smell me in the common room. Maybe they were turning on each other, grabbing the nearest partner and trying to capture some of that pleasure for themselves. Maybe--
Maybe there was something fucking
wrong
with me. I kicked off the tangled remains of my sheets and got to my feet, unable to stand the thought of spending any more time soaking in my own sweat and cum. The berserk rage had been bad, but the thought of... had I really been fucking that thing? Willingly? It made me feel sick to my stomach, and I welcomed the nausea. Anything to help wash away the lingering feelings from my dream.
Actually, had it done more than just freak me out? I felt a shiver run down my spine and pulled my shirt off, desperate to make sure I hadn't grown tentacles or something. The inn was too cheap to put real mirrors in the standard rooms, but when you're standing in an illuminated room on a dark night a window can do almost as well.
I couldn't see any new changes, but my outburst earlier this evening had certainly left its mark. I'd gained a couple inches of height, and almost as much across the shoulders. I've always been strong, but now my muscles stood out like I'd been fasting for a body-building competition. My breasts and ass had expanded as well. Not much, just enough to counterbalance the changes to my musculature, but they were definitely larger than before. The lines of my face had been smoothed and polished, and my muddy brown hair had darkened to midnight black. The leathery, demon-tainted skin of my left arm now extended past my elbow, and my right hand was starting to look a little reddish as well.
Worst of all, my eyes were still glowing. Not as brightly as when I'd been standing in front of my admirers, thank the gods, but if you knew what to look for it was easy to make out the sullen golden light oozing from my irises.
The curse is far from done with you.
I snorted.
No shit, Dara
.
I considered trying to go back to sleep, but the thought of crawling back into the sodden mess of blankets turned my stomach. And the dreams that might await me if I did... no, I wasn't sleeping any more tonight. Maybe not ever.
Moving slowly, I dressed as best I could. Clothes that had been loose earlier today were now tight enough to make me feel uncomfortable. The tunic was bad enough, even after I'd wrapped my boobs, but I had to squeeze and wiggle to fit into any of my pants, and once donned they hugged my legs so tightly you could pick out individual muscles.
Fuck it. I draped my old brown cloak around my shoulders, letting the heavy canvas conceal most of my body. I'd get some weird looks, but I'd take those over leers any day.
Fear and anger, anger and fear. Those were what the curse seemed to be playing on. I'd been scared for my life when I'd gone berserk back in the hills, and I'd been pissed at Henry when I put on my little show. It was a diabolically clever pairing. I was scared of what was happening to my body, terrified of losing my mind and soul--and my usual coping strategy for for fear was to get angry instead. Which was fuel for the curse, which led back to fear, which lead back to anger...
It was more than I could deal with right now. I needed time to think, to catch my breath and make a plan--and for that to happen, I needed to avoid anything that might set off the curse. I didn't trust my willpower alone. I needed help.
"Excuse me." I waved to get the bartender's attention, then tapped a gold piece on the bar in front of her. Her eyes locked onto the coin like a starving woman, and she hurried over.
"Late night, honey?" She asked, stretching to make sure I got a good look at her boobs. She probably was no more than ten years older than me, but she wore the years and pounds well enough to send a shiver of desire down my spine.
"Something like that." I dropped the coin on the table. "How much stillweed will that buy me?"
The woman made the coin disappear into her ample bosom and reached under the bar. From a small leather bag, she counted out a dozen little green seed pods. After a moment, she added a thirteenth with a wink.
Crushed and dissolved in oil, the seeds of the stillweed plant could be made into a sort of low-grade painkiller that numbed the flesh. When smoked, they numbed the mind and heart instead. It wasn't a sensation I usually enjoyed, but right now it sounded like just what I needed.
One seed pod could keep you pleasantly dull for somewhere around a half hour, depending on your tolerance. Three or four, smoked in quick succession, would get you so stoned you couldn't remember your own name. I had no idea what thirteen would do. Make your brain dribble out of your ears, maybe.
I looked at the little pile, sighed, and pulled out another nine gold pieces.
#
Back in my room, I looked at the pile of stillweed and frowned, thinking. I'd been planning to visit an information broker I sort of knew to see what he could tell me about Jake dvOlivia, but from what I remembered he could be both painfully cowardly and absolutely infuriating. I couldn't risk getting swept up in the curse and strangling the little weasel, so... better to err on the side of caution.
I stuffed three stillweed pods into the bowl of an old clay pipe and lit it from the lamp. One puff. Two. My lungs felt like they were being filled with air from the depths of winter, chilling and numbing me from the inside out.
Three puffs. Something was definitely happening inside my head, though. My thoughts felt like they were slowing down. That was nice.
