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Thanks again for your patience and understanding.\n\nIt's +- 9000 words and they will be compensated by being featured in another story for their waiting.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This was a long overdue commision for \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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It's +- 9000 words and they will be compensated by being featured in another story for their waiting.", "writing": "[b]If you have read part 1/3 start from chapter: NO WAY OUT[/b]\n\nThis commision, Thumbnail and Shia belong to: @PrincessTwi\n[mediumthumb]3407482[/mediumthumb]\n\nWritten by me: @AeylinFaith\n\nName: Shia | | Sex/Gender: Female | Genitalia: Vagina\n\nClass: Cleric | Lvl 2 ( 0 / 200xp )\n\nAppearance: https://inkbunny.net/s/2795174\n\nInventory: Cleric staff 1d6 (Int)\nArmor/Block 2\n\nCORE STATS\nHealth 9/9 | Stamina 2/2 | Mana 2/4\n\nSKILL CHECKS \nStrength 0 | Dexterity 3 | Constitution 2 | Intelligence 5 | Wisdom 1 | Charisma 2 |\n\nLuck .../... \n\nABILITIES\n\nSPELLS\nRestoration (Spend 1 mana to regain HP equal to your level)\nMage armour (1 mana to gain 2 extra armour untill hit).\n\n\n\n\n[center][b]A young adventurer[/b][/center]\n\n[largethumb]2795174[/largethumb]\n\nShia is a young, slim girl, her body is covered in unique spots, and her tail end is shaped like a heart. While she has a draconic appearance, she lacks the scales, instead, her skin is smooth, her wings are still tiny as they haven't fully developed just like the rest of her body.\n\nTogether with her father, she lives in a remote area near a forest in a small valley. There is a small trail that is occasionally used by some adventurous traders and travellers that leads goes through the mountain pass towards a village on the opposite side of the mountain. She loves to go out to hunt and gather together with her father, and her friends or alone at times. \n\nThere is a cave on the mountainside that used to be a place where rare gems where extracted from the mountain but it has long since been abandoned. Her father always said that there was no point in exploring it as any riches where long gone and the abandoned corridors were inhabited by various monsters.\n\nSurprisingly the monsters never came out, if there even where monsters that is.. well she knows they exist but she's never actually seen them inside the village, so if there were any inside that cave they had been content to stay.\n\nToday her father had gone on a trip to the village to sell some of the pelts, woodcarvings and other crafts he and Shia had made over the last few weeks, he'd come back with some supplies and spices they wouldn't be able to find out here. The village had far more merchants and goods than this small settlement. Just like the mines this town had been abandoned with only a few residents remaining.\n\nThe cave on the mountain had been nagging Shia and she wanted to go and explore the cave. She was old enough to explore on her own now, and with father away, she could just pop in and out before he'd make it back and would ever know about it! She went around town to look for one of her friends to accompany her but found most of her friends had also gone off or where busy with other tasks. Others were simply not allowed to leave as they'd misbehaved.\n\n[color=#ef2929][i]{No matter, I can go by myself! I have to see it with my own eyes, I bet there is still something in there that's been lost, left behind or undiscovered!}[/i][/color]\n\n\nShia heads back to her home to grab some things for her little adventure, she staches an apple into the pocket of her skirt and grabs her cleric wand. She's just recently discovered her magical potency and found herself capable of using the mana to cure small wounds. One of the locals has also taught her how to cast an arcane aura that can prevent her from taking some damage as well as a way to deal some of her own. \n\nWith her things gathered she heads out towards the trail and up the mountain towards the cave. The climb up has not been kind to her tiny legs and she decides to take a short rest on a rock whilst devouring her apple.\n\n[b]*Stamina restored*[/b]\n\nRested and quenched of thirst she walks the last part of the trail towards the cave entrance.\n[b][Perception check 19][/b]\n\nThere are some abandoned barrels and crates, mostly destroyed and empty with only a few lumps of coal next to a broken wagon. The cave itself looks dark and she just now realizes that she has not brought anything with her to illuminate her path. She could just stick to the cave walls but perhaps.. the coal.\n\nShe glances at the few coals next to the toppled barrel and scans her surroundings. A piece of rope.. the wagon.. she walks up to the wagon. One of the wheels has been wrecked and a spoke is sticking out. Inside the wagon she can see a jar had been smashed when it crashed, and a viscous tar-like substance has been spilt from it, she pokes it with her finger and finds that only the top layer is soft, it must have been hydrated by the rainfall a few nights before, she recognizes the tar that's used as some sort of glue, it tends to dissolve when exposed to moisture but it's also a slow-burning wax of sorts.\n\n[b][Intelligence check 16][/b]\nIf she were to grab one of the wagon's wooden spokes.. dip it into the tar-wax and attach some coaldust and flakes to it.. perhaps she could make some sort of makeshift torch? It's worth a try.. Actually.. no! The rope, she could use that to wrap around the stick and dip it in the tar! But how would she light it? \n\n[b]{[color=#ef2929]Think Shia THINK!}[/color][/b] She looks around her again but cannot find and flint.. She sighs defeatedly but suddenly a spark lights inside her mind as her eyes fall on her staff. [color=#ef2929]{Can I.. Create fire?} [/color]\n\nShia immediately gets to work as the idea excites her; she hasn't even begun exploring yet, and she's already having an exciting challenge. With the rope wrapped around the stick, she twists and drags it through the tar before letting the wick rest on the harder residue. She lets go of the stick and takes a step back to grab her staff, and aims it cautiously. \n\n[color=#ef2929]\"F..Fireball?\"[/color]\n\nNothing happens. But she did notice a small flicker of a flame emitting from her staff. She points it closer to the torch and thinks of fire again, causing another flicker of flame to shoot from her staff to lick at the tar but it doesn't ignite.\n\n[b][color=#ef2929]\"Aaarrgh! Fire.. flames..SPARK!\"[/color] *SwwhoOOf*[/b]\nInstantly, the torch catches fire, the flames aren't that high but more than enough to keep burning at a slow pace. \"YES!\" Shia jumps in the air from excitement and grabs the handle of her torch, and heads for the cave.\n\n\n\n[center][b]Into the cave[/b][/center]\n\nShia stepped cautiously into the cave, There was a thick, almost fog-like mist that obscured her sight even further than it would normally; she could barely see a few meters in front of her so she had to proceed cautiously. The pungent scent of damp earth and moss made her want to sneeze, but she fought against it, her hand gripping the torch tighter as a means to overwhelm her senses from it. She carefully planted one foot in front of the other, occasionally scraping or kicking a small rock. Each small sound bounced of the cave walls, creating an ominous echo that was only broken by faint drips of water somewhere from between the cracks in the sealing. As she ventured deeper, the path began to narrow, forcing her to squeeze through a tight passage.\n\nFortunately, her slender and small frame easily squeezed through the gap; she pondered to herself how any large adult would have a much harder time making it through. This could mean that most, if not al,l of this cave would be unexplored! She peeked into the darkness, the faint drip of water becoming clearer, she gasped as a few drips of water fell onto her nose. With a shudder, she rubbed them off before fully sliding through.\n\nWith the torch in her hand, the space opened up again with the walls slowly disappearing beyond the fog and shadows. The mixed feeling of excitement, fear and nausea started to make her heart beat faster, it almost felt as if it was so loud that the walls would start to echo her presence throughout the cave. As she stood there, the faint sound of shifting gravel caught her attention, and she froze, her breath held tightly in her chest.\n\nDrip, drip, drip.. [color=#ef2929][b]*Pthum-Pthum-Pthum.*[/b][/color] She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, only disrupted by droplets of water dripping in an irregular pattern. The sound of shifting gravel came again, much closer this time, accompanied by a low growl that echoed through the cavern, sending chills down her spine. She froze, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the reach of her torch. The growl grew louder, more insistent, and she could sense some vague movement in the fog. It was clear she was trespassing a place some sort of beast called home. The sound of scraping gravel now came from her side like a predator stalking its prey, it was trying to cut off her escape. Sencing immidate danger she quickly mumbled a spell her father once tought her and cast mage armour on herself. \n[b]-1 mana +2 armour until hit[/b]\n\nSuddenly, 2 yellow glowing eyes like the embers of a campfire lit up, seeming to reflect that of her torch. Goosebumps formed across her skin while the air grew colder, and the mist seemed to thicken, slowly obscuring the beast again as if it controlled them. She could feel the weight of the unseen eyes upon her, each breath drawing in the damp, earthy scent of the cave. \n\n A few more stones scraped across the floor. Shia thought to herself that it must be playing with her, A predator wouldn't make itself known before pouncing on their prey.. She turned her head towards the noise, her heart pounding in her chest while an imaginary hand took a grip on her troat as the creature let out a low, guttural snarl. The eyes appeared again, coming closer..\n\nTheir glow piercing through the mist like embers from the underworld. Shia's froze as the beast emerged from the shadows, its massive frame undulating with each step. The ground trembled beneath her feet, and the torch in her hand flickered dangerously, casting grotesque silhouettes on the walls. The creature's growl reverberated through the cavern, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate in her very bones. She could smell its rank breath, a mix of decay and damp earth, as it lowered its head, preparing to strike.\n[b]Dex 13+2 [/b]The beast lunged at the young girl, its maw wide open, revealing rows of jagged and broken teeth stained with dirt and moss. The air was thick with the stench of its breath, a nauseating mix of compost, rot and damp earth that made her stomach churn. She raised her torch instinctively, the flame casting a large shadow on the wall behind the creature as it planted his massive paws on her tiny breast causing her to fall backwards but her Fathers training had learned her to become soft when an opponent is hard and in one motion she rolled on the ground and stood back up again facing the beast once more. Her manoeuvre managed to escape the jaws of the hellspawn as its teeth snapped mere inches from her pink locks of hair.\n\nThe sound echoed sharply of the cave walls, making it much louder than it would be out in the open. Shia flinched, her heart racing as she stumbled backwards, her free hand grasping for her staff that she had dropped upon the beast's impact. With her torch in her other hand, she assumed a battle pose, the flame flickering but somehow staying alight due to the thick tar she'd coated it in. The beast growled again, in a low, deep, guttural sound, her vision starting to cloud again with the tickening fog, within the corners of her eye it seemed the whole cave was shaking. The eyes disappeared again..\n\nShia’s mind raced, her thoughts a jumble of fear and adrenaline. Her hand gripped her torch a little tighter as she glanced at her staff, both gave little comfort in this nightmareish cave. She knew she couldn’t outrun the beast, not through this narrow opening that was now presumably blocked by it. And venturing deeper into the unknown with the risk of stumbling over who knows what didn't seem like a good alternative either. Her only chance was to stand her ground and fight. The mage armour she had cast earlier had worn off during her tumble over the cave floor, at least it's done it's job.\n\nSuddenly, its eyes opened again, blazing with fury as it prepared to attack again. Shia knew she had to end this quickly, or risk being overpowered. 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It lashes out towards the staff while its claw manages to land a scratch on her arm as she struggles to maintain her grip, biting her lip, she manages to take the hit, but it's left a nasty cut that she will have to stop the bleeding from soon! \n\n[b][*1 pierce + 1* bloodloss per turn][/b]\n\nShe prepares another attack, intending to finish the creature off fast!\n[8+4 int] vs [b][NATURAL 1 Dex][/b] [*Crit 10-2] Fueled by desperation she puts all her energy into the spell, this time it sparks and crackles louder as if she conjured a miniuture ligthning strike directly at the beast, with a deafening [b]*CRACK*[/b] it delivers a lethal jolt of electricity allowing her to tend to her wound.\n\n[b]+Lvl up (+1 Hp, Sta, Mana) (+1 Dex, Int, Wis)[/b]\n\n[Restoration] 1 mana heals HP equal to lvl +2.\n9/9Hp 2/4 Mana\n\nThe wound magically forms a crust that prevents further blood loss. She glances around and then listens for some dripping water so she can wash and clean her arm. She lets out a blissful sigh as the cool water runs over the closed wound. Once satisfied, she walks back to where she'd felled the beast, its massive silhouette looking like some sort of fluffy fur and moss-covered boulder. \n\nThere is no doubt that it perished, but there is nothing for her to loot of it. This first encounter was much more than she'd bargained for and counted herself lucky for outlasting the foul creature, she turned towards the way she came but.. couldn't find it, there was no light comming from where once was a small split in the cavewalls, she followed one wall and felt around till it started to cross where she assumed to be the place she entered, only to feel solid rock instead.. it seemed like she had no other choice but to venture deeper into the cave.. \n\nThere was a soft draft as if the cave itself was breathing.. that means there must be some way out right?\n\nGrabbing her staff she braved herself to venture forth.\n\n\n\n(Parts 2/3)\n\n[b]No way out[/b]\nAs far as she knew, there was only one way out.. which had been sealed behind her moments ago during the fight. With no other choice, she figured it couldn't hurt to venture deeper, if there truly was no other way, she'd simply go back and figure out how she would get out then. The torch flickered weakly but the damp mossy scent was also dissipating, either that or she was getting used to it. Probably something to do with the beast she fought before, perhaps it's territory. After walking for quite a while, the cave opened up.\n\n[b]Perception check 19: [/b]here she saw a bunch of wooden crates, abandoned minecarts and equipment and 3 more tunnels.. 1 right next to the one she had come from and 2 on the opposing side. The one next to her and across had a minecart track running along so it must be one for the personnel and the other for cargo. \n\nConsidering these mines have been abandone,d she could walk along the track of course, but that felt wrong, and she noticed it would travel across some dodgy bridge over a deep gap of collapsed cave she didn't particularly feel eager to cross, if she where to fall in that there would be no way out. She peeked into the crates and cart and found some spoiled rations along with a dusty map smudged with coal dust. She could vaguely make out where she was based on the 4 paths and the bridge mark but parts of the map where indiscernible, lost behind a thick layer of black coal, she knew better than trying to rub it off so this is what she had to work with.\n\nTaking a deep breath she traced her finger across one of the tunnels avoiding the smudged edges, if she where to go across the cargo tunneltrack over the bridge it would get wider into a loading area, but she didn't feel like taking the risk unless she had to. Her wounded arm pulsed in protest as she shifted her weight, she briefly inspected it but a crust had already formed. The other tunnel, the personnel passage, curved downward in a spiral staircase leading to blackness. It was her best option for now.\n\nA few more minutes passed until she saw the rusty rails of the staircase, fortunatly the steps where carved out of the stone so she just had to take it easy. She wasn't going to use her arm anyway, not when it was pulsing so meanly whenever she raised it.\n\nShia descended the spiral steps with slow, deliberate movements. Her injured arm pressed close to her side while she used the staff as a cane. The torchlight flickered against the damp stone walls, casting long, wavering shadows that twisted like living things, the rails seemingly writhing like snakes along the walls. Each step echoed faintly, the sound swallowed by the oppressive darkness below. She now knew why the centre of the staircase was marked by a dark black spot on the map, as she couldn't tell how deep it went.\n\nHer boot scraped against loose gravel, sending a few pebbles skittering down the steps ahead of her. She gasped and paused, listening.. but no sound returned from the abyss. This place was getting to her but she blamed it mostly on her injury wich might have been infected with who knows what causing her to feel dizzy. \n\nThe air grew colder the deeper she went, carrying the faint metallic tang of old iron and something else.. something stale, like long-abandoned parchment.\nConstitution saving throw: 13+2. She inhaled and sneezed out the nauseating stale scent, making her mind a little clearer for but a moment.\n\nHalfway down, the steps widened slightly, revealing crude carvings etched into the rock, symbols that had been worn smooth by time and corrosion.\n\n[b]Investigation check: 3+5[/b]\nThe symbols where worn but intentionally carved for sure, vague figures with their faces smoothed away by centuries of dripping water. Her fingertips traced a deeper mark: a spiral within a circle, its edges blackened as if scorched. \n\nA faint draft stirred the torch flame, making the shadows dance once more. The symbols seemed to shift for a moment.. But then she noticed it, one etching cutting through the ancient dust, as if someone—or something had passed through here recently and added to the mural.\n\nShia’s breath hitched as she leaned closer, holding the torch closer to the fresh etching. A jagged line cutting through the spiral, still free of dust. Her fingers hovered just above it, the chill of the stone seeping into her skin. The air shifted again, carrying a whisper of movement from below—not wind, but something brushing against stone. \n\nShe froze, grip tightening on her staff then turned her head. The sound didn’t repeat, but the silence now felt deliberate. The torch’s glow barely reached the next curve of the staircase, the darkness swallowing the steps whole, including her torchlight that reached a much shorter distance than before. A droplet of water struck her shoulder, icy and sudden, making her flinch and gasp.\n\nThe gasp died in her throat as another droplet struck her cheek, cold as melting ice. She wiped it away with a trembling hand, her fingers coming away damp—not with water, but something thicker... The torch dimmed, its light shrinking further, as if the darkness itself were pressing in. Shadows pooled at the edges of the carvings, making the spiral seem to twist under her gaze. \n\nA scrape echoed from below, not gravel this time, but something deliberate. Slow. \n\nShia’s pulse hammered in her wounded arm as she forced herself to take the next step, then another, her staff tapping softly against the stone.\n\n[b]Perceptioncheck: 5+1[/b]\n The air thickened, pressing against her skin like damp cloth. Another droplet fell, this time onto the back of her hand. She didn’t look. Didn’t dare. Her next step met empty air. She thumbled..\n\nShe fell into something soft, gelatinous.. her torch snuffed out, leaving her in the dark. Her staff out of reach and the breath was knocked out of her lungs.\n\nShia gasped as the cold, gelatinous mass clung to her clothes and skin, its clammy embrace seeping through the fabric. The darkness was absolute—no torchlight, no distant glimmer—just suffocating black. She thrashed weakly, her injured arm screaming in protest, but the substance held her like a spider’s silk, thick and yielding yet impossible to break. \n\nA faint, wet sound slithered through the dark, something shifting nearby. Not footsteps, not claws—something smoother, like wet rope dragging over stone. The air reeked of damp earth and something sour, like spoiled milk left in a cellar. \n\nHer fingers brushed something solid—her staff, just out of reach. \"Darn it!\" she cursed with her remaining breath before gasping for air.\n\nHer fingers strained, slick with the gelatinous film, but the staff slipped further away with every desperate twitch of her wrist. The cold seeped deeper, numbing her legs as the substance pulsed—almost breathing—around her. That wet, slithering sound came again, closer now. Something coiled in the dark.. not just one thing, multiple! It brushes against her ankle with the slow, deliberate pressure of a predator testing its prey, another taunting as it drags along the wall ominously. \n\nShia gritted her teeth and twisted her torso, ignoring the white-hot flare of pain in her bitten arm. Her free hand clawed at her belt, searching for the dagger sheathed there. The blade scraped free with a sticky slimy schlink, its edge dulled by the clinging ooze.\n\nHer fingers trembled around the dagger’s hilt as the gelatinous mass pulsed tighter around her legs. Then—cold, slick pressure coiled around her wrist, wrenching it backward with unnatural strength. A tentacle, thick as a serpent and glistening in the faint, dying glow of her snuffed torch, twisted her arm with slow, deliberate force. Her muscles locked in protest, tendons straining as the creature forced her hand to turn—dagger now angled toward her own throat.\n\nShia’s breath came in ragged gasps. The blade trembled inches from her skin, her own fingers twitching against the hilt as if puppeted by some unseen will, and she let it slip from her grasp to have it fall harmlessly beneath her.\n\nShia’s wrist burned where the slick tentacle coiled tighter. Another tendril slithered up her calf, its touch soft.. light.. gentle yet paralysing, testing, probing. The air reeked of wet stone and something oceanic.. something that didn’t belong in a place like this.\n\nHer breath hitched as she twisted her hips, her free hand scrabbling against the gelatinous mass trapping her legs. The substance gave slightly under her fingers, quivering like half-set jelly, but refused to release her. A third tendril brushed her collarbone, leaving a trail of slick dampness in its wake before a roundish set of lips pressed to her cheek drawing a vacuum before releasing with a *plop*.\n\nThe lips withdrew with that obscene plop, leaving Shia’s skin on her cheek tingling. Her breath came in shallow, panicked bursts as she felt something slithering between her thighs. The tendril at her wrist loosened momentarily but only slightly as if amused by her predicament, knowing that no matter how much she'd struggle it would only serve to tire her out. \n\nThe curious tentacle between her thighs rubbed against them like a purring cat, the slick surface catching on the fabric of her trousers. She shuddered, her injured arm throbbing in time with her pulse, reminding her just how struggling became even less of an option..\n\n\n[b]No choice[/b]\nThen.. pressure. The gelatinous mass beneath her shifted, moving. It lifted her a little as if to position her proper or something readjusting in it's seat. It started lifting up her hips.. just enough for a thicker tendril to slither beneath the small of her back. Whatever it was it was toying with her.\n\nThe tendril beneath her back arched, lifting her hips just enough for the slick, questing appendage between her thighs to press more insistently against the seam of her trousers. A wet spot had started to form causing the fabric to cling damply against her cooch. It resisted before yielding with a faint rip as the creature’s persistence tore a ragged slit in the material causing cold air to kiss newly exposed skin—followed immediately by the warm, viscous slide of the tendril against bare flesh. \n\nShia lets out a gasp, her back arching involuntarily as the creature’s tentacle presses against it, the grip on her wrist tightening in warning. Another tendril, thinner this time, traces the curve of her ear before slipping past it into her hair, coiling possessively at the base of her skull and rubbing along like someone petting their pet.\n\nOne tentacle tickled her nose before teasing her lips, placing it's sucker on her chin as if to say: \"It's not going anywhere until you oven it.\"\n\nThe tendril at her lips pulsed insistently, its slick surface gliding over her lips in slow, teasing circles. Shia clenched her jaw, resisting for now. It added another tentacle that started to kiss her cheek again.. and again with soft *Plops* that echoed of the walls. Her breath hitched as the appendage traced the seam of her lips with a little more pressure, warm and strangely yielding, tasting of salt and something faintly.. she couldn't quite place it.\n\nA relentless assault on all her senses was starting to drop her guard. When she parted her lips in a gasp, it slipped inside, the tapered tip exploring with slow, curious strokes along her tongue.\n\nAnother tendril curled possessively around her thigh, the one that had already torn through her trousers, its touch alternating between featherlight brushes and deliberate pressure that made her hips twitch and legs quiver. \"Nnhhgh..\" she murmured around the tentacle on her tongue.\n\nThe tendril in her mouth flexed, pressing deeper with a sinuous ripple that made her throat flutter. Shia gagged instinctively, her fingers digging into the gelatinous mass beneath her. The creature’s exploration grew bolder; the tentacle between her thighs nudged more insistently against her slit, the tip slick with more than just the cave’s dampness, traced her folds in slow, maddening circles before finding her clit, the friction and tingle sending jolts of heat through her despite the cold air.\n\nA second tendril joined the first, thinner and more agile, taking over the thicker one to flick against her clit with teasing precision causing her jaw to slacken as she moaned, the one in her maw surged forth till it met her tonsils, poking and prodding them while forcing her uvulva against the roof of her mouth.\n\nIt pulsed ever so slightly, its slick surface gliding deeper along her tonsil into her throat. Gently pressing in and out of the heat from her throat with deliberate, measured and possessive thrusts. Shia’s fingers twitched against the gelatinous mass beneath her, her thighs trembling as the thin tentacle circled her clit and pulled on it with torturous precision. Alternating between rubbing, circling, flicking and tugging. Each administration sends sparks up her spine. The creature’s grip on her wrist tightened just enough to remind her struggling was futile.. or was it some sort of reasurance?\n\nA third tendril, cool and sinuous, traced the curve of her hip before slipping beneath the torn fabric of her trousers, joining the others with a slow, insistent press against her entrance.\n\nThe tendril at her entrance found its mark and started to press inward with slow, relentless, unyielding pressure, the slick heat of her own arousal easing its path as it stretched her.\n\nShia’s breath came in ragged hitches around the tentacle filling her mouth, her hips jerking helplessly against the intrusion. The creature pulsed inside her, its rhythm matching the maddening flick of the thinner tendril against her clit, each movement coaxing a muffled whimper from her throat.\n\nThe thing seemed to know exactly how to press her buttons as it curled the one in her pussy to press up against her G-spot, causing her to jolt.\n\nAnother started to circle one of her nipples through the fabric of her tunic before pressing its plopper on top, drawing tight and tugging off the material while leaving her nipple stiff and aching in the cold open air.\n\nThe cool air washed over her exposed nipple like a lover huffing out lustfully. Shia’s back arched in response to the pressure on her pleasure button, her muffled moan vibrating around the slick intrusion in her throat as the creature’s movements grew more determined.\n\nThe tendril at her entrance curled deeper, its tapered tip pressing relentlessly against that sweet, spongy spot inside her until her thighs trembled, her toes curling against the gelatinous mass beneath her before two more tentacles started tickling her toes and feet.\n\nA sucker latched onto her nipple, suckling just enough to make her gasp around the thick intrusion in her throat, an opening immediately taken advantage of as it stuffed part of her throat with salty tentacle. The creature responded with a pulse, it's tentacles expanding slightly for just a moment, its grip on her wrist tightening as if savouring the way her body shuddered.\n\nThe one between her thighs pressed deeper, its tapered tip curling upward in a slow, cruel arc that rubbed against her G-spot with every retreating slide—only to thrust back in, stretching her further with each pass.\n\nIt withdrew almost completely only to plunge back in with a slow, deliberate thrust that forced a choked gasp from Shia’s stuffed throat. The one at her clit flicked faster now, matching the rhythm of the intrusion, each movement sending sharp, electric pleasure up her spine. Her hips jerked helplessly, her body torn between resisting and arching into the sensations. But the choice was never hers, nor an option.\n\nThe sucker on her nipple pulsed, drawing her flesh deeper with a wet, possessive pull. The girth on her tongue flexed, pressing down in a way that made her drool around it.\n\nThe 'thing' continued teasing her in any way it could; she couldn't even tell how many tentacles it had, but it had to be at least 7. Her neck, thighs, and both sets of cheeks were pampered by tentacle plops. Ever so gentle despite the slight stinging from the vacuum they pulled.\n\nHer breathing started to become ragged, the vaguely illuminated breath showing hot in contrast to the colder air. Suddenly, the creature shifted again but its 'arms' held her somewhat steady. The gelatinous mass she'd been lying on wasn't just sludge. Beneath it was a giant Octopus head. The octopus’s massive eyes gleamed in the dim torchlight's eyes almost as large as her own body, staring at her with intrigue and curiosity. A deep intelligence hidden behind its pupils. They dilated as it studied her trembling form.\n\nThen, a fresh tendril, slick with the same thick fluid as the others, slid up her inner thigh, joining the one already working her clit in slow, maddening circles. The pressure inside her intensified as yet another inch, then another started claiming more territory inside her vaginal tract. It relentlessly claimed another inch, causing the tip of it to nudge up against her cervix, making her whimper in mild discomfort. Her hips jerking in helpless response as it too started to tease and circle the tight muscles' nerve endings.\n\nThe sucker on her nipple released with a wet pop, only to latch onto the other peak, ensuring it too became a stiff, aching tip.\n\nA fresh tendril coiled around her inner thigh with possessive pressure, its slick underside gliding higher until it joined the others in their assault. The one buried inside her pulsed, its girth swelling just enough to make her gasp around the thick intrusion in her throat. A gasp that only encouraged it to press deeper, the tapered tip now nudging insistently against her cervix in slow, rhythmic taps. Each teasing prod sent a jolt through her, her hips twitching between the urge to arch away and the traitorous need to grind down.\n\nThe sucker on her neglected nipple latched back on with a wet pop, its vacuum tugging her sensitive flesh in time with the thrusts between her thighs.\n\nThe tentacle at her entrance throbbed, its swollen girth stretching her further as it withdrew just enough to tease—only to plunge back in with a slow, progressive glide in order to drag out a muffled moan from the girls stuffed throat.\n\nThe slick appendage curled inward, its tapered tip circling the sensitive ridges inside her, coaxing her walls to flutter helplessly around it. Another pulse, another deliberate thrust deeper, and Shia’s back arched off the gelatinous mass beneath her, her toes curling in extacy.\n\nThe tendril at her clit swirled faster, its underside gliding in slick, maddening patterns that matched the rhythm of the one buried inside her. She still felt each time it brushed, prodded and nudged up against her cervix but the pain had mostly dissipated.. Whether she was getting used to it or it's slime was laced with some nerve-numbing enzyme, she didn't know.. what she did know is it was intending to go in..\n\nAnd in it went. A slow, inexorable pressure, the tapered tip pressing past resistance with a slick, stretching burn that made Shia’s breath hitch and her throat clench around the invader. The slime in her throat was making breathing through her nose increasingly difficult.\n\nHer body clenched instinctively, her inner walls fluttering in protest before yielding completely to the relentless glide and *SCHLOP!*. The tentacle’s pulsing girth filled her deeper than anything before. A muffled whimper escaped her stuffed lips as the creature’s rhythm shifted, its movements turning deliberate, almost curious—testing how much more she could take and just what type of incubator it was working with, the tentacle exploring the walls as if to measure how to put furniture into a home.\n\nA slow experimental undulation. The tentacle tip flexing against her deepest walls, mapping out every hidden contour, including the entrance to her felopian tubes.\n\nA fresh wave of slick heat pulsed from its surface, easing the stretch further as it began a rhythmic curl-and-release. Each motion coaxing her body to accept just a little more of it's mass and girth. Shia’s thighs trembled, her hips caught between the instinct to clamp down and the overwhelming urge to yield.. to let the creature own every inch of the space it had claimed.\n\nThe tendril at her clit never relented, its underside gliding in tight, persistent circles that sent sparks skittering up her spine but the one threatening to fuck her throat slid out in full. Thick strings of saliva and its own secretion connecting her tongue to its dangling tip, hovering in front of her eyes and that of the octopus ,while she gasped for air and coughed up some slime.\n\nGasping, Shia’s chest heaved as the cold air rushed back into her lungs, her throat raw from the tentacle’s invasion. Now that the apandage was free it started to hover over her head and chest letting the mix of mix of her glistening saliva and its own slick secretions drizzle and drip on her heaving form before pulling the tip into its own maw as if savouring the taste of her.\n\nIt did the same with the one buried in her tight snatch. The octopus’s massive eyes darkened with something akin to satisfaction, its pupils dilating further as it watched her struggle to regain her breath.\n\nThe respite was brief.\n\nThe moment her lungs filled with air, the hovering tentacle descended again, its slick tip gliding along her parted lips before pressing back inside with possessive certainty. Shia’s muffled protest dissolved into a shuddering moan as the thick intrusion curled against her tongue, its underside pulsing in slow, rhythmic undulations that coaxed her jaw wider. The patience and care the ceature had moments before was gone in an instant. Now fucking her throat in earnest. Each deep slide dragging a wet, choked sound from her as her body arched helplessly against the gelatinous mass beneath her.\n\nThe tentacle in her throat pressed deeper, its slick underside pulsing in time with the ruthless rhythm of an animal humping its mate. Each thrust dragging a muffled, wet gasp from her as her body bowed beneath the creature’s control. The one coiled around her clit tightened, its suckered tip latched onto her trembling bundle of nerves with precision, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure up her spine every time it tugged. \n\nThen it revealed the swollen girth of its breeding tentacle dripping copious amount of slime or.. well she knew what it had to be.. \n\nIt skipped all foreplay and shoved itself all the way in with a smooth trust similar to her in the summer on a slip and slide.. It started undulating, pressing insistently against her deepest walls, as if determined to carve out space for itself or its kin.\n\nThe sudden, slick invasion forced a ragged cry from Shia’s throat, muffled around the relentless tentacle still pistoning between her lips. \nTears welled in her eyes, but beneath the discomfort was a twisted bliss.. she was enjoying it..\n\nThe breeding tendril pulsed inside her, stretching her even wider than before, each undulation pressing against tender, untouched depths. She could feel every ridge, every subtle throb of the creature’s claim as it worked her open with slow, deliberate rolls of its muscular length. \nAnother tentacle slithered up the back of her knee, coaxing her legs even wider.\n\nSubmission\n\nTwo slick appendages landed on Shia’s abdomen, using the tips and pressing in slow, rhythmic circles just below her navel. The pressure was deliberate—not painful, but insistent. It was as if the creature could knead her very biology into submission, as if it knew she had ovaries and his tentacles could magically force it to release more ovum.\n\nThe tentacles pulsed in time with the thick, breeding length pistoning inside her, their synchronised rhythm coaxing her womb to clench around the invading girth, only to slacken again when her muscles ached. A fresh rush of slick heat spilt from her trembling entrance, her body desperate to be bred.\n\nThe octopus’s massive eyes gleamed as it watched her belly flutter beneath its ministrations, the twin appendages working in tandem to stoke the fire in her core. While it didn't have much in terms of facial expressions, it was clearly enjoying the whole ordeal.\n\nShia’s back arched off the gelatinous mass beneath her as the tentacle ravaged her cervix, her thighs clamping reflexively around the thick intrusion as pressure and mild discomfort twisted into something deeper and pleasurable.\n\nThe creature wasted no time, its breeding tendril undulating in slow, sinuous rolls, each motion coaxing her body to accept more of its throbbing length.\n\nHer abdomen fluttered visibly now, the twin tentacles circling her navel pressing deeper, kneading in rhythmic pulses that sent tremors through her womb as the first thick spurt of cold fluid surged into her womb.\n\nA shuddering gasp tore from Shia’s throat when she felt the first icy flood pulsing deep inside her. The creature’s release was impossibly thick as it clung to her quivering walls. The tentacle coiled around her clit vibrated with predatory satisfaction, suckers fluttering against her oversensitive flesh as if coaxing her body to accept every drop. All the while the twin appendages on her abdomen kneaded even harder now, their rhythmic pressure molding her like clay beneath a potter’s hands as a full on bodily climax tore through her core.\n\nAnother spurt.. a tiny bulge already forming in her abdomen swelling rapidly with each spurt. The tentacle’s swollen base twitched as it flooded her womb with relentless precision. Shia’s abdomen visibly grew beneath the creature’s kneading appendages, her skin stretched taut as the cold weight settled low in her belly. The twin tentacles worked in hypnotic circles, coaxing her womb to clench rhythmically around the invading girth. Each flutter only encouraged another thick release.\n\nA third spurt hit deeper, pressured up into her felopian tubes to meet the eggs. The pressure is making her gasp around the tentacle still fucking her throat. Her thighs trembled, knees pressing weakly against the slick coils holding her open as her body instinctively arched, trying to accommodate the rapid swell.\n\nShia’s muffled whimper dissolved into a shuddering groan as the tentacle in her throat pulsed possessively, its slick ridges dragging against her tongue with every deep, rhythmic thrust. The pressure in her belly swelled unbearably, each fresh spurt of icy seed forcing her womb to stretch further, the twin tentacles kneading her abdomen with care and intent.\n\nThe breeding tendril twitched inside her, its swollen base locking tight against her entrance as another thick flood spilled into her depths. Her back arched off the gelatinous mass beneath her, her body caught between pleasure and overstimulation as her womb got packed tot the brim.\n\nAt last the beast was done, now only leaking weak spurts from its breeding tool that squirted out from around it to spill onto her pussylips.\n\nThe tentacle nestled deep inside her and twitched one final time, its swollen base still firmly locked against her flushed entrance as the last trickles of its release spilt over her trembling thighs.\n\nAs the one from her throat withdrew, she panted heavily. Her body limp but thrumming with aftershocks, with the slightest movements sending fresh tremors through her overfilled womb. \n\nThe octopus’s massive eyes gleamed with eerie satisfaction as it studied her swollen belly, proding it with satisfaction. The taut curve of her abdomen was unmistakable beneath the dim torchlight. \n\nOne slick tentacle slid up to trace the newly rounded slope, its suckers clinging gently to her sensitive skin, coaxing another weak whimper from her parted lips.\n\nHer breath hitched as the octopus’s tentacle traced slow, possessive circles over the swollen curve of her belly, its suckers clinging just shy of drawing a vacuum with each pass. A fresh tremor ran through her as the creature’s touch coaxed a slick trickle of its own release to seep from her overfilled entrance, the sensation sending a weak, oversensitive shudder up her spine. \n\nAnother tentacle, slick and cool, slid up the inside of her thigh, its tapered tip swirling teasingly just below her clit, not pressing, not yet, but promising. But she would find out it was more of a parting stroke as the beast stilled. Its tentacles are withdrawing, its head sinking back into the slick, leaving her to rest.\n\nThe octopus’s last tentacle lingered for a moment, tracing a slow, teasing circle around her swollen clit before withdrawing with a wet, reluctant slide. \n\nShia shuddered as the cool air of the cave kissed her flushed skin, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure and the heavy, impossible weight of the creature’s seed inside her. \n\nHer breath came in shallow gasps as she tried to shift, rolling to her side. But even the slightest movement sent a fresh ache through her stretched belly. The gelatinous mass beneath her had softened, no longer clinging, but she remained half-sunk in its damp embrace. She drifted off into a nap before waking.\n\n\n[b]What an adventure[/b]\nShe was awoken by a gentle hand resting on her shoulder but instead of jolting awake she felt weirdly calm.. There was no sign of the beast nor the slick with the only evidence the ache in her packed womb.\n\nShe looked at the person leaning in above her, a Laquine with blue fur and white fluff from her muzzle down her chest. She had bright blue eyes that seemed to glow and a friendly smile, complemented by a soothing voice. \"Its alright, you are safe now.\"\n\n[mediumthumb]1065110[/mediumthumb]\n\n\"Safe?\" Shia's voice came out hoarse, her throat still tender from the beast's intrusion. The Laquine's fingers brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead, the touch startlingly warm against her chilled skin. A full-body shudder ran through her as she became acutely aware of the thick, cooling slickness between her thighs, the impossible weight low in her belly making even shallow breaths feel strained.\n\nThe blue-furred stranger's ears twitched at the wet sound when Shia tried to sit up, her free hand instinctively cradling the subtle swell beneath her navel. \"Easy now,\" the Laquine murmured, sliding an arm behind her shoulders to steady her. Shia noticed intricate tattoos adorning her fur as the woman continued speaking: \"I'm Alastair. While I don't possess the power to ease your discomfort, I will do my best to support you and lead you to someone who can if you'll allow me. Just lean on me if you have to.\"\n\nShia got up with the help from Alistair, who was much taller than her, now that she was standing, the weight of her abdomen was bearable now that it wasn't pressing into her organs, despite feeling much heavier as it sagged.\n\n\"It apears the liquid has solidified somewhat.. I'm sure it will lessen over time, if not my allies will see to it.\" Alistair continued.\n\n\"Wh-who are you, are you an angel?\" Shia asked.\n\n\"Of sorts, I'm with the Angelic Guard. Nothing will harm you while I'm near. I will lead you out of this cave.\"\n\nAlistair’s warm palm pressed firmly against the small of Shia’s back as she took her first unsteady step forward. The solidified weight inside her shifted with a slick, heavy sound, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. Her thighs trembled, still sticky with remnants of the creature’s release, every movement sending subtle ripples through the sensitive swell of her abdomen. \n\nThe torchlight flickered against the cave walls as Alistair guided her forward, her blue fur catching the glow like polished lapis lazuli. Shia’s breath hitched when a particularly deep step made the dense liquid inside her press upward. She steadied herself with the help of Alistair.\n\n\"Are you alright? It's okay if you wish to rest for a moment.\"\n\n\"It's alright.. thank you.\" The girl awnsered. \n\nAlistair’s grip remained steady as they moved deeper into the cavern, the torchlight casting elongated shadows across the damp walls. Shia’s breath shuddered with each step, the weight inside her shifting in slow, viscous waves. She could feel the slick remnants of the creature’s seed trickling down her thighs, cool against her overheated skin but warmed ever so slightly by her internal body heat.\n\n\"We have to take another route up, the one you've taken has collapsed years ago. You are lucky I was nearby,\" The Laquine told the young dragoness.\n\nA faint ripple passed through the solidified mass in her womb, and she tensed, fingers curling into Alistair’s fur. The Laquine paused, her ears flicking toward the sound before she murmured, “Easy now. We are not in a rush.\"\n\nThe Laquine’s grip tightened slightly as Shia swayed, her legs unsteady beneath her. A quiet, wet sound escaped her as the weight inside her shifted again, pressing against something deep and tender. Alistair’s ears twitched at the noise, her warm breath stirring the air between them. \n\n\"Just a little farther,\" Alistair murmured, guiding her toward a narrow passage where the torchlight revealed faint scratch marks along the stone. A marking from others who had passed this way before. Shia’s breath hitched as she took another step, her thighs trembling with the effort of supporting the unnatural fullness. Some of the sludge slipped through her cervix, dripping from her flushed lips down her thighs.\n\nHer next step faltered as a fresh trickle of warmth escaped her, the thickened sludge resisting gravity’s pull until it finally dripped to the cavern floor with a soft *schflop*. \n\nAlastair’s grip shifted, her broad palm pressing more firmly against Shia’s lower back as the dragoness’s knees buckled momentarily. \n\"Steady,\" Alastair murmured, her breath warm against Shia’s temple. \n\nThe torchlight flickered along the walls. Shia swallowed hard, her free hand trembling where it still cradled the subtle curve of her abdomen.\n\n\"There are the stairs, climbing these won't be fun.. I will walk behind you to make sure you don't trip. Just take it one step at a time.. If you need to pause just do so okay?\" The bunny reassured Shia.\n\nThe first step upward sent a shudder through Shia’s body, the thickened weight inside her shifting with a slow, unsettling glide. Her thighs trembled as she gripped the rough stone wall, fingers scraping for purchase. Alastair’s presence behind her was steady, her warm breath blowing over the nape of her neck, hands hovering just shy of her hips, ready to catch her if she swayed.\n\nEach stair was an ordeal. The solidified mass pressed insistently against her abused cervix, a dull ache radiating through her core with every lift of her leg. A quiet, wet sound escaped her as another trickle of slickness escaped, tracing a slow path down her inner thigh.\n\n\"Almost there, its not far\" Alistair encouraged.\n\nWith a shaky exhale, Shia hauled herself up another step, her thighs quivering as the thickened mass kept reminding her of its presence.\n\nThe torchlight flickered across damp stone ahead, revealing just three more steps before the tunnel levelled out. Each step might have been a boulder to the young girl. Her breath hitched as she lifted her foot again, the motion sending a fresh pulse of slick warmth trickling down her skin.\n\nAlistair’s fingers brushed the dip of her spine, steadying without pressure, her voice a low murmur. \"Steady\".\n\nOnce they made it off the stairs they took a moment to catch their breath, well Shia only but Alistair never left her side. \"We need to walk through 2 tunnels and we will be out, I can sence my 'sisters' presence close.\"\n\nThe moment Shia took her first step into the tunnel, the thickened mass inside her stirred from its 'slumber' with a viscous slosh, pressing uncomfortably against her swollen walls. A sharp inhale escaped her lips, her thighs tensing as she clutched Alistair’s arm for balance. The Laquine’s grip remained firm, her warmth seeping into Shia’s chilled skin as they moved forward, the torchlight casting wavering shadows along the uneven walls. \n\nA faint, sticky trickle escaped her with every other step, the remnants of the creature’s release clinging stubbornly to her inner thighs before finally dripping to the cave floor with a quiet, wet sound.\n\n\"Alistair!\" a voice met them from a distance.\n\n\"Here!\" she awnsered. It seemed help had arrived.\n\nThe end(?)\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "If you have read part 1/3 start from chapter: NO WAY OUT

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Name: Shia | | Sex/Gender: Female | Genitalia: Vagina

Class: Cleric | Lvl 2 ( 0 / 200xp )

Appearance: https://inkbunny.net/s/2795174

Inventory: Cleric staff 1d6 (Int)
Armor/Block 2

CORE STATS
Health 9/9 | Stamina 2/2 | Mana 2/4

SKILL CHECKS
Strength 0 | Dexterity 3 | Constitution 2 | Intelligence 5 | Wisdom 1 | Charisma 2 |

Luck .../...

ABILITIES

SPELLS
Restoration (Spend 1 mana to regain HP equal to your level)
Mage armour (1 mana to gain 2 extra armour untill hit).




A young adventurer


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Shia is a young, slim girl, her body is covered in unique spots, and her tail end is shaped like a heart. While she has a draconic appearance, she lacks the scales, instead, her skin is smooth, her wings are still tiny as they haven't fully developed just like the rest of her body.

Together with her father, she lives in a remote area near a forest in a small valley. There is a small trail that is occasionally used by some adventurous traders and travellers that leads goes through the mountain pass towards a village on the opposite side of the mountain. She loves to go out to hunt and gather together with her father, and her friends or alone at times.

There is a cave on the mountainside that used to be a place where rare gems where extracted from the mountain but it has long since been abandoned. Her father always said that there was no point in exploring it as any riches where long gone and the abandoned corridors were inhabited by various monsters.

Surprisingly the monsters never came out, if there even where monsters that is.. well she knows they exist but she's never actually seen them inside the village, so if there were any inside that cave they had been content to stay.

Today her father had gone on a trip to the village to sell some of the pelts, woodcarvings and other crafts he and Shia had made over the last few weeks, he'd come back with some supplies and spices they wouldn't be able to find out here. The village had far more merchants and goods than this small settlement. Just like the mines this town had been abandoned with only a few residents remaining.

The cave on the mountain had been nagging Shia and she wanted to go and explore the cave. She was old enough to explore on her own now, and with father away, she could just pop in and out before he'd make it back and would ever know about it! She went around town to look for one of her friends to accompany her but found most of her friends had also gone off or where busy with other tasks. Others were simply not allowed to leave as they'd misbehaved.

{No matter, I can go by myself! I have to see it with my own eyes, I bet there is still something in there that's been lost, left behind or undiscovered!}


Shia heads back to her home to grab some things for her little adventure, she staches an apple into the pocket of her skirt and grabs her cleric wand. She's just recently discovered her magical potency and found herself capable of using the mana to cure small wounds. One of the locals has also taught her how to cast an arcane aura that can prevent her from taking some damage as well as a way to deal some of her own.

With her things gathered she heads out towards the trail and up the mountain towards the cave. The climb up has not been kind to her tiny legs and she decides to take a short rest on a rock whilst devouring her apple.

*Stamina restored*

Rested and quenched of thirst she walks the last part of the trail towards the cave entrance.
[Perception check 19]

There are some abandoned barrels and crates, mostly destroyed and empty with only a few lumps of coal next to a broken wagon. The cave itself looks dark and she just now realizes that she has not brought anything with her to illuminate her path. She could just stick to the cave walls but perhaps.. the coal.

She glances at the few coals next to the toppled barrel and scans her surroundings. A piece of rope.. the wagon.. she walks up to the wagon. One of the wheels has been wrecked and a spoke is sticking out. Inside the wagon she can see a jar had been smashed when it crashed, and a viscous tar-like substance has been spilt from it, she pokes it with her finger and finds that only the top layer is soft, it must have been hydrated by the rainfall a few nights before, she recognizes the tar that's used as some sort of glue, it tends to dissolve when exposed to moisture but it's also a slow-burning wax of sorts.

[Intelligence check 16]
If she were to grab one of the wagon's wooden spokes.. dip it into the tar-wax and attach some coaldust and flakes to it.. perhaps she could make some sort of makeshift torch? It's worth a try.. Actually.. no! The rope, she could use that to wrap around the stick and dip it in the tar! But how would she light it?

{Think Shia THINK!} She looks around her again but cannot find and flint.. She sighs defeatedly but suddenly a spark lights inside her mind as her eyes fall on her staff. {Can I.. Create fire?}

Shia immediately gets to work as the idea excites her; she hasn't even begun exploring yet, and she's already having an exciting challenge. With the rope wrapped around the stick, she twists and drags it through the tar before letting the wick rest on the harder residue. She lets go of the stick and takes a step back to grab her staff, and aims it cautiously.

"F..Fireball?"

Nothing happens. But she did notice a small flicker of a flame emitting from her staff. She points it closer to the torch and thinks of fire again, causing another flicker of flame to shoot from her staff to lick at the tar but it doesn't ignite.

"Aaarrgh! Fire.. flames..SPARK!" *SwwhoOOf*
Instantly, the torch catches fire, the flames aren't that high but more than enough to keep burning at a slow pace. "YES!" Shia jumps in the air from excitement and grabs the handle of her torch, and heads for the cave.



Into the cave


Shia stepped cautiously into the cave, There was a thick, almost fog-like mist that obscured her sight even further than it would normally; she could barely see a few meters in front of her so she had to proceed cautiously. The pungent scent of damp earth and moss made her want to sneeze, but she fought against it, her hand gripping the torch tighter as a means to overwhelm her senses from it. She carefully planted one foot in front of the other, occasionally scraping or kicking a small rock. Each small sound bounced of the cave walls, creating an ominous echo that was only broken by faint drips of water somewhere from between the cracks in the sealing. As she ventured deeper, the path began to narrow, forcing her to squeeze through a tight passage.

Fortunately, her slender and small frame easily squeezed through the gap; she pondered to herself how any large adult would have a much harder time making it through. This could mean that most, if not al,l of this cave would be unexplored! She peeked into the darkness, the faint drip of water becoming clearer, she gasped as a few drips of water fell onto her nose. With a shudder, she rubbed them off before fully sliding through.

With the torch in her hand, the space opened up again with the walls slowly disappearing beyond the fog and shadows. The mixed feeling of excitement, fear and nausea started to make her heart beat faster, it almost felt as if it was so loud that the walls would start to echo her presence throughout the cave. As she stood there, the faint sound of shifting gravel caught her attention, and she froze, her breath held tightly in her chest.

Drip, drip, drip.. *Pthum-Pthum-Pthum.* She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, only disrupted by droplets of water dripping in an irregular pattern.  The sound of shifting gravel came again, much closer this time, accompanied by a low growl that echoed through the cavern, sending chills down her spine. She froze, her eyes scanning the darkness beyond the reach of her torch. The growl grew louder, more insistent, and she could sense some vague movement in the fog. It was clear she was trespassing a place some sort of beast called home. The sound of scraping gravel now came from her side like a predator stalking its prey, it was trying to cut off her escape. Sencing immidate danger she quickly mumbled a spell her father once tought her and cast mage armour on herself.
-1 mana +2 armour until hit

Suddenly, 2 yellow glowing eyes like the embers of a campfire lit up, seeming to reflect that of her torch. Goosebumps formed across her skin while the air grew colder, and the mist seemed to thicken, slowly obscuring the beast again as if it controlled them. She could feel the weight of the unseen eyes upon her, each breath drawing in the damp, earthy scent of the cave.

 A few more stones scraped across the floor. Shia thought to herself that it must be playing with her, A predator wouldn't make itself known before pouncing on their prey.. She turned her head towards the noise, her heart pounding in her chest while an imaginary hand took a grip on her troat as the creature let out a low, guttural snarl. The eyes appeared again, coming closer..

Their glow piercing through the mist like embers from the underworld. Shia's froze as the beast emerged from the shadows, its massive frame undulating with each step. The ground trembled beneath her feet, and the torch in her hand flickered dangerously, casting grotesque silhouettes on the walls. The creature's growl reverberated through the cavern, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate in her very bones. She could smell its rank breath, a mix of decay and damp earth, as it lowered its head, preparing to strike.
Dex 13+2 The beast lunged at the young girl, its maw wide open, revealing rows of jagged and broken teeth stained with dirt and moss. The air was thick with the stench of its breath, a nauseating mix of compost, rot and damp earth that made her stomach churn. She raised her torch instinctively, the flame casting a large shadow on the wall behind the creature as it planted his massive paws on her tiny breast causing her to fall backwards but her Fathers training had learned her to become soft when an opponent is hard and in one motion she rolled on the ground and stood back up again facing the beast once more. Her manoeuvre managed to escape the jaws of the hellspawn as its teeth snapped mere inches from her pink locks of hair.

The sound echoed sharply of the cave walls, making it much louder than it would be out in the open. Shia flinched, her heart racing as she stumbled backwards, her free hand grasping for her staff that she had dropped upon the beast's impact. With her torch in her other hand, she assumed a battle pose, the flame flickering but somehow staying alight due to the thick tar she'd coated it in. The beast growled again, in a low, deep, guttural sound, her vision starting to cloud again with the tickening fog, within the corners of her eye it seemed the whole cave was shaking. The eyes disappeared again..

Shia’s mind raced, her thoughts a jumble of fear and adrenaline. Her hand gripped her torch a little tighter as she glanced at her staff, both gave little comfort in this nightmareish cave. She knew she couldn’t outrun the beast, not through this narrow opening that was now presumably blocked by it. And venturing deeper into the unknown with the risk of stumbling over who knows what didn't seem like a good alternative either.  Her only chance was to stand her ground and fight. The mage armour she had cast earlier had worn off during her tumble over the cave floor, at least it's done it's job.

Suddenly, its eyes opened again, blazing with fury as it prepared to attack again. Shia knew she had to end this quickly, or risk being overpowered. With a deep breath, she raised the torch towards it, ready to face whatever comes next.



Combat Encounter Moss Beast

Moss Beast
Appearance: A shadowy creature that blends into its environment, ready to leap onto unsuspecting prey, typically found in dark moist caves or forest terrain.
It's fur is either greyish black or brown with patches of moss and fungel growth, it has jagged teeth wich often break and a breath that reeks of compost, rot and earth. The eyes reflect light incredibly well and seem to burn with fire if one were to wield a torch within its domain, that is, once they open them to pounce..

Challenge rating/level: 2
XP/LOOT: ??

Attack chain:

(Hidden?) [Ambush] It can initiate combat with a pounce; the player must make a contested Strength/Dexterity saving throw against the creature. if they fail, they are knocked prone; if successful, they manage to avoid a [Bite attack]. Otherwise apply the effects of this ability.

[Bite attack] Dex, if it connects, it deals 1d6 damage and infects the player with the condition [*ROT] (The player will Faint in 4 turns)

1> [Gutteral growl] The beast growls with insatiable hunger, its pungent breath has the chance to instill fear, cause nausia or even make an oponent faint.
Make a [Constitution save 12+] on fail roll a d6 (1-2 Fear, 3-4-5 Nausia, 6 Faint) Fear = unable to block, Nausia = Disadvantage on attack, Faint = lose combat.

2> [Claw] It attempts to create an opening for it's attack, the player can choose to take a hit with bleeding
(*1 pierce dmg now then per turn, triggers on turn start untill end of combat) Or they can try to dodge/block but have to also avoid a [Bite attack]

3> [Fog cloud] The creature causes a tick mist to form and obscure vision, it attempts to blend back into its surroundings ready to [AMBUSH] repeat attack chain.

Armour [2]

CORE STATS
Health .7. | Stamina .3. | Mana .0. |

SKILL CHECKS
Strength .2. | Dexterity .4. | Constitution .3. |
Intelligence.0. | Wisdom .1. | Charisma .0. |

Special abilities:
Camouflage It can seamlessly blend into the environment, only a trained eye can spot it before it decides to reveal itself. [Wisdom DC 17+]
If undetected it gains [AMBUSH]

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[Perception 7+0] Shia holds her breath in anticipation, it could be anywhere, but there was no telling as she could barrely see if it wheren't for the torch, but wait.. there was a small sliver of light that came from the crack before.. that must mean!

The mossbeast pounced the girl once more [DEX CONTESTED]

Shia: [NATURAL 20+2] - MB [2+4]
Just like before, she moved as if they were performing a dance, the creature's maw snapped towards the place where her neck used to be, but Shia was already gone; this was her opening.

She focused her mana into the staff, which started to crackle with energy and a spark flies towards the beast and connected!
[16+4 Int] vs [8+4 Dex] [6+3 Con]. 5dmg-2=3

The beast whines in agony from the hit, but it's still not out of the fight; it only seems to fuel the anger that flickers in its eyes. It lashes out towards the staff while its claw manages to land a scratch on her arm as she struggles to maintain her grip, biting her lip, she manages to take the hit, but it's left a nasty cut that she will have to stop the bleeding from soon!

[*1 pierce + 1* bloodloss per turn]

She prepares another attack, intending to finish the creature off fast!
[8+4 int] vs [NATURAL 1 Dex] [*Crit 10-2] Fueled by desperation she puts all her energy into the spell, this time it sparks and crackles louder as if she conjured a miniuture ligthning strike directly at the beast, with a deafening *CRACK* it delivers a lethal jolt of electricity allowing her to tend to her wound.

+Lvl up (+1 Hp, Sta, Mana) (+1 Dex, Int, Wis)

[Restoration] 1 mana heals HP equal to lvl +2.
9/9Hp 2/4 Mana

The wound magically forms a crust that prevents further blood loss. She glances around and then listens for some dripping water so she can wash and clean her arm. She lets out a blissful sigh as the cool water runs over the closed wound. Once satisfied, she walks back to where she'd felled the beast, its massive silhouette looking like some sort of fluffy fur and moss-covered boulder.

There is no doubt that it perished, but there is nothing for her to loot of it. This first encounter was much more than she'd bargained for and counted herself lucky for outlasting the foul creature, she turned towards the way she came but.. couldn't find it, there was no light comming from where once was a small split in the cavewalls, she followed one wall and felt around till it started to cross where she assumed to be the place she entered, only to feel solid rock instead.. it seemed like she had no other choice but to venture deeper into the cave..

There was a soft draft as if the cave itself was breathing.. that means there must be some way out right?

Grabbing her staff she braved herself to venture forth.



(Parts 2/3)

No way out
As far as she knew, there was only one way out.. which had been sealed behind her moments ago during the fight. With no other choice, she figured it couldn't hurt to venture deeper, if there truly was no other way, she'd simply go back and figure out how she would get out then. The torch flickered weakly but the damp mossy scent was also dissipating, either that or she was getting used to it. Probably something to do with the beast she fought before, perhaps it's territory. After walking for quite a while, the cave opened up.

Perception check 19: here she saw a bunch of wooden crates, abandoned minecarts and equipment and 3 more tunnels.. 1 right next to the one she had come from and 2 on the opposing side. The one next to her and across had a minecart track running along so it must be one for the personnel and the other for cargo.

Considering these mines have been abandone,d she could walk along the track of course, but that felt wrong, and she noticed it would travel across some dodgy bridge over a deep gap of collapsed cave she didn't particularly feel eager to cross, if she where to fall in that there would be no way out. She peeked into the crates and cart and found some spoiled rations along with a dusty map smudged with coal dust. She could vaguely make out where she was based on the 4 paths and the bridge mark but parts of the map where indiscernible, lost behind a thick layer of black coal, she knew better than trying to rub it off so this is what she had to work with.

Taking a deep breath she traced her finger across one of the tunnels avoiding the smudged edges, if she where to go across the cargo tunneltrack over the bridge it would get wider into a loading area, but she didn't feel like taking the risk unless she had to. Her wounded arm pulsed in protest as she shifted her weight, she briefly inspected it but a crust had already formed. The other tunnel, the personnel passage, curved downward in a spiral staircase leading to blackness. It was her best option for now.

A few more minutes passed until she saw the rusty rails of the staircase, fortunatly the steps where carved out of the stone so she just had to take it easy. She wasn't going to use her arm anyway, not when it was pulsing so meanly whenever she raised it.

Shia descended the spiral steps with slow, deliberate movements. Her injured arm pressed close to her side while she used the staff as a cane. The torchlight flickered against the damp stone walls, casting long, wavering shadows that twisted like living things, the rails seemingly writhing like snakes along the walls. Each step echoed faintly, the sound swallowed by the oppressive darkness below.  She now knew why the centre of the staircase was marked by a dark black spot on the map, as she couldn't tell how deep it went.

Her boot scraped against loose gravel, sending a few pebbles skittering down the steps ahead of her. She gasped and paused, listening.. but no sound returned from the abyss. This place was getting to her but she blamed it mostly on her injury wich might have been infected with who knows what causing her to feel dizzy.

The air grew colder the deeper she went, carrying the faint metallic tang of old iron and something else.. something stale, like long-abandoned parchment.
Constitution saving throw: 13+2. She inhaled and sneezed out the nauseating stale scent, making her mind a little clearer for but a moment.

Halfway down, the steps widened slightly, revealing crude carvings etched into the rock, symbols that had been worn smooth by time and corrosion.

Investigation check: 3+5
The symbols where worn but intentionally carved for sure, vague figures with their faces smoothed away by centuries of dripping water. Her fingertips traced a deeper mark: a spiral within a circle, its edges blackened as if scorched.  

A faint draft stirred the torch flame, making the shadows dance once more. The symbols seemed to shift for a moment.. But then she noticed it, one etching cutting through the ancient dust, as if someone—or something had passed through here recently and added to the mural.

Shia’s breath hitched as she leaned closer, holding the torch closer to the fresh etching. A jagged line cutting through the spiral, still free of dust. Her fingers hovered just above it, the chill of the stone seeping into her skin. The air shifted again, carrying a whisper of movement from below—not wind, but something brushing against stone.  

She froze, grip tightening on her staff then turned her head. The sound didn’t repeat, but the silence now felt deliberate. The torch’s glow barely reached the next curve of the staircase, the darkness swallowing the steps whole, including her torchlight that reached a much shorter distance than before. A droplet of water struck her shoulder, icy and sudden, making her flinch and gasp.

The gasp died in her throat as another droplet struck her cheek, cold as melting ice. She wiped it away with a trembling hand, her fingers coming away damp—not with water, but something thicker... The torch dimmed, its light shrinking further, as if the darkness itself were pressing in. Shadows pooled at the edges of the carvings, making the spiral seem to twist under her gaze.  

A scrape echoed from below, not gravel this time, but something deliberate. Slow.  

Shia’s pulse hammered in her wounded arm as she forced herself to take the next step, then another, her staff tapping softly against the stone.

Perceptioncheck: 5+1
 The air thickened, pressing against her skin like damp cloth. Another droplet fell, this time onto the back of her hand. She didn’t look. Didn’t dare.  Her next step met empty air. She thumbled..

She fell into something soft, gelatinous.. her torch snuffed out, leaving her in the dark. Her staff out of reach and the breath was knocked out of her lungs.

Shia gasped as the cold, gelatinous mass clung to her clothes and skin, its clammy embrace seeping through the fabric. The darkness was absolute—no torchlight, no distant glimmer—just suffocating black. She thrashed weakly, her injured arm screaming in protest, but the substance held her like a spider’s silk, thick and yielding yet impossible to break.  

A faint, wet sound slithered through the dark, something shifting nearby. Not footsteps, not claws—something smoother, like wet rope dragging over stone. The air reeked of damp earth and something sour, like spoiled milk left in a cellar.  

Her fingers brushed something solid—her staff, just out of reach. "Darn it!" she cursed with her remaining breath before gasping for air.

Her fingers strained, slick with the gelatinous film, but the staff slipped further away with every desperate twitch of her wrist. The cold seeped deeper, numbing her legs as the substance pulsed—almost breathing—around her. That wet, slithering sound came again, closer now. Something coiled in the dark.. not just one thing, multiple! It brushes against her ankle with the slow, deliberate pressure of a predator testing its prey, another taunting as it drags along the wall ominously.

Shia gritted her teeth and twisted her torso, ignoring the white-hot flare of pain in her bitten arm. Her free hand clawed at her belt, searching for the dagger sheathed there. The blade scraped free with a sticky slimy schlink, its edge dulled by the clinging ooze.

Her fingers trembled around the dagger’s hilt as the gelatinous mass pulsed tighter around her legs. Then—cold, slick pressure coiled around her wrist, wrenching it backward with unnatural strength. A tentacle, thick as a serpent and glistening in the faint, dying glow of her snuffed torch, twisted her arm with slow, deliberate force. Her muscles locked in protest, tendons straining as the creature forced her hand to turn—dagger now angled toward her own throat.

Shia’s breath came in ragged gasps. The blade trembled inches from her skin, her own fingers twitching against the hilt as if puppeted by some unseen will, and she let it slip from her grasp to have it fall harmlessly beneath her.

Shia’s wrist burned where the slick tentacle coiled tighter. Another tendril slithered up her calf, its touch soft.. light.. gentle yet paralysing, testing, probing. The air reeked of wet stone and something oceanic.. something that didn’t belong in a place like this.

Her breath hitched as she twisted her hips, her free hand scrabbling against the gelatinous mass trapping her legs. The substance gave slightly under her fingers, quivering like half-set jelly, but refused to release her. A third tendril brushed her collarbone, leaving a trail of slick dampness in its wake before a roundish set of lips pressed to her cheek drawing a vacuum before releasing with a *plop*.

The lips withdrew with that obscene plop, leaving Shia’s skin on her cheek tingling.  Her breath came in shallow, panicked bursts as she felt something slithering between her thighs. The tendril at her wrist loosened momentarily but only slightly as if amused by her predicament, knowing that no matter how much she'd struggle it would only serve to tire her out.

The curious tentacle between her thighs rubbed against them like a purring cat, the slick surface catching on the fabric of her trousers. She shuddered, her injured arm throbbing in time with her pulse, reminding her just how struggling became even less of an option..


No choice
Then.. pressure. The gelatinous mass beneath her shifted, moving. It lifted her a little as if to position her proper or something readjusting in it's seat. It started lifting up her hips.. just enough for a thicker tendril to slither beneath the small of her back. Whatever it was it was toying with her.

The tendril beneath her back arched, lifting her hips just enough for the slick, questing appendage between her thighs to press more insistently against the seam of her trousers. A wet spot had started to form causing the fabric to cling damply against her cooch. It resisted before yielding with a faint rip as the creature’s persistence tore a ragged slit in the material causing cold air to kiss newly exposed skin—followed immediately by the warm, viscous slide of the tendril against bare flesh.  

Shia lets out a gasp, her back arching involuntarily as the creature’s tentacle presses against it, the grip on her wrist tightening in warning. Another tendril, thinner this time, traces the curve of her ear before slipping past it into her hair, coiling possessively at the base of her skull and rubbing along like someone petting their pet.

One tentacle tickled her nose before teasing her lips, placing it's sucker on her chin as if to say: "It's not going anywhere until you oven it."

The tendril at her lips pulsed insistently, its slick surface gliding over her lips in slow, teasing circles. Shia clenched her jaw, resisting for now. It added another tentacle that started to kiss her cheek again.. and again with soft *Plops* that echoed of the walls. Her breath hitched as the appendage traced the seam of her lips with a little more pressure, warm and strangely yielding, tasting of salt and something faintly.. she couldn't quite place it.

A relentless assault on all her senses was starting to drop her guard. When she parted her lips in a gasp, it slipped inside, the tapered tip exploring with slow, curious strokes along her tongue.

Another tendril curled possessively around her thigh, the one that had already torn through her trousers, its touch alternating between featherlight brushes and deliberate pressure that made her hips twitch and legs quiver. "Nnhhgh.." she murmured around the tentacle on her tongue.

The tendril in her mouth flexed, pressing deeper with a sinuous ripple that made her throat flutter. Shia gagged instinctively, her fingers digging into the gelatinous mass beneath her. The creature’s exploration grew bolder; the tentacle between her thighs nudged more insistently against her slit, the tip slick with more than just the cave’s dampness, traced her folds in slow, maddening circles before finding her clit, the friction and tingle sending jolts of heat through her despite the cold air.

A second tendril joined the first, thinner and more agile, taking over the thicker one to flick against her clit with teasing precision causing her jaw to slacken as she moaned, the one in her maw surged forth till it met her tonsils, poking and prodding them while forcing her uvulva against the roof of her mouth.

It pulsed ever so slightly, its slick surface gliding deeper along her tonsil into her throat. Gently pressing in and out of the heat from her throat with deliberate, measured and possessive thrusts. Shia’s fingers twitched against the gelatinous mass beneath her, her thighs trembling as the thin tentacle circled her clit and pulled on it with torturous precision. Alternating between rubbing, circling, flicking and tugging. Each administration sends sparks up her spine. The creature’s grip on her wrist tightened just enough to remind her struggling was futile.. or was it some sort of reasurance?

A third tendril, cool and sinuous, traced the curve of her hip before slipping beneath the torn fabric of her trousers, joining the others with a slow, insistent press against her entrance.

The tendril at her entrance found its mark and started to press inward with slow, relentless, unyielding pressure, the slick heat of her own arousal easing its path as it stretched her.

Shia’s breath came in ragged hitches around the tentacle filling her mouth, her hips jerking helplessly against the intrusion. The creature pulsed inside her, its rhythm matching the maddening flick of the thinner tendril against her clit, each movement coaxing a muffled whimper from her throat.

The thing seemed to know exactly how to press her buttons as it curled the one in her pussy to press up against her G-spot, causing her to jolt.

Another started to circle one of her nipples through the fabric of her tunic before pressing its plopper on top, drawing tight and tugging off the material while leaving her nipple stiff and aching in the cold open air.

The cool air washed over her exposed nipple like a lover huffing out lustfully.  Shia’s back arched in response to the pressure on her pleasure button, her muffled moan vibrating around the slick intrusion in her throat as the creature’s movements grew more determined.

The tendril at her entrance curled deeper, its tapered tip pressing relentlessly against that sweet, spongy spot inside her until her thighs trembled, her toes curling against the gelatinous mass beneath her before two more tentacles started tickling her toes and feet.

A sucker latched onto her nipple, suckling just enough to make her gasp around the thick intrusion in her throat, an opening immediately taken advantage of as it stuffed part of her throat with salty tentacle. The creature responded with a pulse, it's tentacles expanding slightly for just a moment, its grip on her wrist tightening as if savouring the way her body shuddered.

The one between her thighs pressed deeper, its tapered tip curling upward in a slow, cruel arc that rubbed against her G-spot with every retreating slide—only to thrust back in, stretching her further with each pass.

It withdrew almost completely only to plunge back in with a slow, deliberate thrust that forced a choked gasp from Shia’s stuffed throat. The one at her clit flicked faster now, matching the rhythm of the intrusion, each movement sending sharp, electric pleasure up her spine. Her hips jerked helplessly, her body torn between resisting and arching into the sensations.  But the choice was never hers, nor an option.

The sucker on her nipple pulsed, drawing her flesh deeper with a wet, possessive pull. The girth on her tongue flexed, pressing down in a way that made her drool around it.

The 'thing' continued teasing her in any way it could; she couldn't even tell how many tentacles it had, but it had to be at least 7. Her neck, thighs, and both sets of cheeks were pampered by tentacle plops. Ever so gentle despite the slight stinging from the vacuum they pulled.

Her breathing started to become ragged, the vaguely illuminated breath showing hot in contrast to the colder air. Suddenly, the creature shifted again but its 'arms' held her somewhat steady. The gelatinous mass she'd been lying on wasn't just sludge. Beneath it was a giant Octopus head. The octopus’s massive eyes gleamed in the dim torchlight's eyes almost as large as her own body, staring at her with intrigue and curiosity. A deep intelligence hidden behind its pupils. They dilated as it studied her trembling form.

Then, a fresh tendril, slick with the same thick fluid as the others, slid up her inner thigh, joining the one already working her clit in slow, maddening circles. The pressure inside her intensified as yet another inch, then another started claiming more territory inside her vaginal tract. It relentlessly claimed another inch, causing the tip of it to nudge up against her cervix, making her whimper in mild discomfort. Her hips jerking in helpless response as it too started to tease and circle the tight muscles' nerve endings.

The sucker on her nipple released with a wet pop, only to latch onto the other peak, ensuring it too became a stiff, aching tip.

A fresh tendril coiled around her inner thigh with possessive pressure, its slick underside gliding higher until it joined the others in their assault. The one buried inside her pulsed, its girth swelling just enough to make her gasp around the thick intrusion in her throat. A gasp that only encouraged it to press deeper, the tapered tip now nudging insistently against her cervix in slow, rhythmic taps. Each teasing prod sent a jolt through her, her hips twitching between the urge to arch away and the traitorous need to grind down.

The sucker on her neglected nipple latched back on with a wet pop, its vacuum tugging her sensitive flesh in time with the thrusts between her thighs.

The tentacle at her entrance throbbed, its swollen girth stretching her further as it withdrew just enough to tease—only to plunge back in with a slow, progressive glide in order to drag out a muffled moan from the girls stuffed throat.

The slick appendage curled inward, its tapered tip circling the sensitive ridges inside her, coaxing her walls to flutter helplessly around it. Another pulse, another deliberate thrust deeper, and Shia’s back arched off the gelatinous mass beneath her, her toes curling in extacy.

The tendril at her clit swirled faster, its underside gliding in slick, maddening patterns that matched the rhythm of the one buried inside her. She still felt each time it brushed, prodded and nudged up against her cervix but the pain had mostly dissipated.. Whether she was getting used to it or it's slime was laced with some nerve-numbing enzyme, she didn't know.. what she did know is it was intending to go in..

And in it went. A slow, inexorable pressure, the tapered tip pressing past resistance with a slick, stretching burn that made Shia’s breath hitch and her throat clench around the invader. The slime in her throat was making breathing through her nose increasingly difficult.

Her body clenched instinctively, her inner walls fluttering in protest before yielding completely to the relentless glide and *SCHLOP!*. The tentacle’s pulsing girth filled her deeper than anything before. A muffled whimper escaped her stuffed lips as the creature’s rhythm shifted, its movements turning deliberate, almost curious—testing how much more she could take and just what type of incubator it was working with, the tentacle exploring the walls as if to measure how to put furniture into a home.

A slow experimental undulation. The tentacle tip flexing against her deepest walls, mapping out every hidden contour, including the entrance to her felopian tubes.

A fresh wave of slick heat pulsed from its surface, easing the stretch further as it began a rhythmic curl-and-release. Each motion coaxing her body to accept just a little more of it's mass and girth. Shia’s thighs trembled, her hips caught between the instinct to clamp down and the overwhelming urge to yield.. to let the creature own every inch of the space it had claimed.

The tendril at her clit never relented, its underside gliding in tight, persistent circles that sent sparks skittering up her spine but the one threatening to fuck her throat slid out in full. Thick strings of saliva and its own secretion connecting her tongue to its dangling tip, hovering in front of her eyes and that of the octopus ,while she gasped for air and coughed up some slime.

Gasping, Shia’s chest heaved as the cold air rushed back into her lungs, her throat raw from the tentacle’s invasion. Now that the apandage was free it started to hover over her head and chest letting the mix of mix of her glistening saliva and its own slick secretions drizzle and drip on her heaving form before pulling the tip into its own maw as if savouring the taste of her.

It did the same with the one buried in her tight snatch. The octopus’s massive eyes darkened with something akin to satisfaction, its pupils dilating further as it watched her struggle to regain her breath.

The respite was brief.

The moment her lungs filled with air, the hovering tentacle descended again, its slick tip gliding along her parted lips before pressing back inside with possessive certainty. Shia’s muffled protest dissolved into a shuddering moan as the thick intrusion curled against her tongue, its underside pulsing in slow, rhythmic undulations that coaxed her jaw wider. The  patience and care the ceature had moments before was gone in an instant. Now fucking her throat in earnest. Each deep slide dragging a wet, choked sound from her as her body arched helplessly against the gelatinous mass beneath her.

The tentacle in her throat pressed deeper, its slick underside pulsing in time with the ruthless rhythm of an animal humping its mate. Each thrust dragging a muffled, wet gasp from her as her body bowed beneath the creature’s control. The one coiled around her clit tightened, its suckered tip latched onto her trembling bundle of nerves with precision, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure up her spine every time it tugged.  

Then it revealed the swollen girth of its breeding tentacle dripping copious amount of slime or.. well she knew what it had to be..

It skipped all foreplay and shoved itself all the way in with a smooth trust similar to her in the summer on a slip and slide.. It started undulating, pressing insistently against her deepest walls, as if determined to carve out space for itself or its kin.

The sudden, slick invasion forced a ragged cry from Shia’s throat, muffled around the relentless tentacle still pistoning between her lips.
Tears welled in her eyes, but beneath the discomfort was a twisted bliss.. she was enjoying it..

The breeding tendril pulsed inside her, stretching her even wider than before, each undulation pressing against tender, untouched depths. She could feel every ridge, every subtle throb of the creature’s claim as it worked her open with slow, deliberate rolls of its muscular length.  
Another tentacle slithered up the back of her knee, coaxing her legs even wider.

Submission

Two slick appendages landed on Shia’s abdomen, using the tips and pressing in slow, rhythmic circles just below her navel. The pressure was deliberate—not painful, but insistent. It was as if the creature could knead her very biology into submission, as if it knew she had ovaries and his tentacles could magically force it to release more ovum.

The tentacles pulsed in time with the thick, breeding length pistoning inside her, their synchronised rhythm coaxing her womb to clench around the invading girth, only to slacken again when her muscles ached. A fresh rush of slick heat spilt from her trembling entrance, her body desperate to be bred.

The octopus’s massive eyes gleamed as it watched her belly flutter beneath its ministrations, the twin appendages working in tandem to stoke the fire in her core. While it didn't have much in terms of facial expressions, it was clearly enjoying the whole ordeal.

Shia’s back arched off the gelatinous mass beneath her as the tentacle ravaged her cervix, her thighs clamping reflexively around the thick intrusion as pressure and mild discomfort twisted into something deeper and pleasurable.

The creature wasted no time, its breeding tendril undulating in slow, sinuous rolls, each motion coaxing her body to accept more of its throbbing length.

Her abdomen fluttered visibly now, the twin tentacles circling her navel pressing deeper, kneading in rhythmic pulses that sent tremors through her womb as the first thick spurt of cold fluid surged into her womb.

A shuddering gasp tore from Shia’s throat when she felt the first icy flood pulsing deep inside her. The creature’s release was impossibly thick as it clung to her quivering walls. The tentacle coiled around her clit vibrated with predatory satisfaction, suckers fluttering against her oversensitive flesh as if coaxing her body to accept every drop. All the while the twin appendages on her abdomen kneaded even harder now, their rhythmic pressure molding her like clay beneath a potter’s hands as a full on bodily climax tore through her core.

Another spurt.. a tiny bulge already forming in her abdomen swelling rapidly with each spurt. The tentacle’s swollen base twitched as it flooded her womb with relentless precision. Shia’s abdomen visibly grew beneath the creature’s kneading appendages, her skin stretched taut as the cold weight settled low in her belly. The twin tentacles worked in hypnotic circles, coaxing her womb to clench rhythmically around the invading girth. Each flutter only encouraged another thick release.

A third spurt hit deeper, pressured up into her felopian tubes to meet the eggs. The pressure is making her gasp around the tentacle still fucking her throat. Her thighs trembled, knees pressing weakly against the slick coils holding her open as her body instinctively arched, trying to accommodate the rapid swell.

Shia’s muffled whimper dissolved into a shuddering groan as the tentacle in her throat pulsed possessively, its slick ridges dragging against her tongue with every deep, rhythmic thrust. The pressure in her belly swelled unbearably, each fresh spurt of icy seed forcing her womb to stretch further, the twin tentacles kneading her abdomen with care and intent.

The breeding tendril twitched inside her, its swollen base locking tight against her entrance as another thick flood spilled into her depths. Her back arched off the gelatinous mass beneath her, her body caught between pleasure and overstimulation as her womb got packed tot the brim.

At last the beast was done, now only leaking weak spurts from its breeding tool that squirted out from around it to spill onto her pussylips.

The tentacle nestled deep inside her and twitched one final time, its swollen base still firmly locked against her flushed entrance as the last trickles of its release spilt over her trembling thighs.

As the one from her throat withdrew, she panted heavily. Her body limp but thrumming with aftershocks, with the slightest movements sending fresh tremors through her overfilled womb.  

The octopus’s massive eyes gleamed with eerie satisfaction as it studied her swollen belly, proding it with satisfaction. The taut curve of her abdomen was unmistakable beneath the dim torchlight.

One slick tentacle slid up to trace the newly rounded slope, its suckers clinging gently to her sensitive skin, coaxing another weak whimper from her parted lips.

Her breath hitched as the octopus’s tentacle traced slow, possessive circles over the swollen curve of her belly, its suckers clinging just shy of drawing a vacuum with each pass. A fresh tremor ran through her as the creature’s touch coaxed a slick trickle of its own release to seep from her overfilled entrance, the sensation sending a weak, oversensitive shudder up her spine.  

Another tentacle, slick and cool, slid up the inside of her thigh, its tapered tip swirling teasingly just below her clit, not pressing, not yet, but promising. But she would find out it was more of a parting stroke as the beast stilled. Its tentacles are withdrawing, its head sinking back into the slick, leaving her to rest.

The octopus’s last tentacle lingered for a moment, tracing a slow, teasing circle around her swollen clit before withdrawing with a wet, reluctant slide.

Shia shuddered as the cool air of the cave kissed her flushed skin, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure and the heavy, impossible weight of the creature’s seed inside her.  

Her breath came in shallow gasps as she tried to shift, rolling to her side. But even the slightest movement sent a fresh ache through her stretched belly. The gelatinous mass beneath her had softened, no longer clinging, but she remained half-sunk in its damp embrace. She drifted off into a nap before waking.


What an adventure
She was awoken by a gentle hand resting on her shoulder but instead of jolting awake she felt weirdly calm.. There was no sign of the beast nor the slick with the only evidence the ache in her packed womb.

She looked at the person leaning in above her, a Laquine with blue fur and white fluff from her muzzle down her chest. She had bright blue eyes that seemed to glow and a friendly smile, complemented by a soothing voice. "Its alright, you are safe now."

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"Safe?" Shia's voice came out hoarse, her throat still tender from the beast's intrusion. The Laquine's fingers brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead, the touch startlingly warm against her chilled skin. A full-body shudder ran through her as she became acutely aware of the thick, cooling slickness between her thighs, the impossible weight low in her belly making even shallow breaths feel strained.

The blue-furred stranger's ears twitched at the wet sound when Shia tried to sit up, her free hand instinctively cradling the subtle swell beneath her navel. "Easy now," the Laquine murmured, sliding an arm behind her shoulders to steady her. Shia noticed intricate tattoos adorning her fur as the woman continued speaking: "I'm Alastair. While I don't possess the power to ease your discomfort, I will do my best to support you and lead you to someone who can if you'll allow me. Just lean on me if you have to."

Shia got up with the help from Alistair, who was much taller than her, now that she was standing, the weight of her abdomen was bearable now that it wasn't pressing into her organs, despite feeling much heavier as it sagged.

"It apears the liquid has solidified somewhat.. I'm sure it will lessen over time, if not my allies will see to it." Alistair continued.

"Wh-who are you, are you an angel?" Shia asked.

"Of sorts, I'm with the Angelic Guard. Nothing will harm you while I'm near. I will lead you out of this cave."

Alistair’s warm palm pressed firmly against the small of Shia’s back as she took her first unsteady step forward. The solidified weight inside her shifted with a slick, heavy sound, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. Her thighs trembled, still sticky with remnants of the creature’s release, every movement sending subtle ripples through the sensitive swell of her abdomen.  

The torchlight flickered against the cave walls as Alistair guided her forward, her blue fur catching the glow like polished lapis lazuli. Shia’s breath hitched when a particularly deep step made the dense liquid inside her press upward. She steadied herself with the help of Alistair.

"Are you alright? It's okay if you wish to rest for a moment."

"It's alright.. thank you." The girl awnsered.

Alistair’s grip remained steady as they moved deeper into the cavern, the torchlight casting elongated shadows across the damp walls. Shia’s breath shuddered with each step, the weight inside her shifting in slow, viscous waves. She could feel the slick remnants of the creature’s seed trickling down her thighs, cool against her overheated skin but warmed ever so slightly by her internal body heat.

"We have to take another route up, the one you've taken has collapsed years ago. You are lucky I was nearby," The Laquine told the young dragoness.

A faint ripple passed through the solidified mass in her womb, and she tensed, fingers curling into Alistair’s fur. The Laquine paused, her ears flicking toward the sound before she murmured, “Easy now. We are not in a rush."

The Laquine’s grip tightened slightly as Shia swayed, her legs unsteady beneath her. A quiet, wet sound escaped her as the weight inside her shifted again, pressing against something deep and tender. Alistair’s ears twitched at the noise, her warm breath stirring the air between them.  

"Just a little farther," Alistair murmured, guiding her toward a narrow passage where the torchlight revealed faint scratch marks along the stone. A marking from others who had passed this way before. Shia’s breath hitched as she took another step, her thighs trembling with the effort of supporting the unnatural fullness. Some of the sludge slipped through her cervix, dripping from her flushed lips down her thighs.

Her next step faltered as a fresh trickle of warmth escaped her, the thickened sludge resisting gravity’s pull until it finally dripped to the cavern floor with a soft *schflop*.

Alastair’s grip shifted, her broad palm pressing more firmly against Shia’s lower back as the dragoness’s knees buckled momentarily.
"Steady," Alastair murmured, her breath warm against Shia’s temple.

The torchlight flickered along the walls. Shia swallowed hard, her free hand trembling where it still cradled the subtle curve of her abdomen.

"There are the stairs, climbing these won't be fun.. I will walk behind you to make sure you don't trip. Just take it one step at a time.. If you need to pause just do so okay?" The bunny reassured Shia.

The first step upward sent a shudder through Shia’s body, the thickened weight inside her shifting with a slow, unsettling glide. Her thighs trembled as she gripped the rough stone wall, fingers scraping for purchase. Alastair’s presence behind her was steady, her warm breath blowing over the nape of her neck, hands hovering just shy of her hips, ready to catch her if she swayed.

Each stair was an ordeal. The solidified mass pressed insistently against her abused cervix, a dull ache radiating through her core with every lift of her leg. A quiet, wet sound escaped her as another trickle of slickness escaped, tracing a slow path down her inner thigh.

"Almost there, its not far" Alistair encouraged.

With a shaky exhale, Shia hauled herself up another step, her thighs quivering as the thickened mass kept reminding her of its presence.

The torchlight flickered across damp stone ahead, revealing just three more steps before the tunnel levelled out. Each step might have been a boulder to the young girl. Her breath hitched as she lifted her foot again, the motion sending a fresh pulse of slick warmth trickling down her skin.

Alistair’s fingers brushed the dip of her spine, steadying without pressure, her voice a low murmur. "Steady".

Once they made it off the stairs they took a moment to catch their breath, well Shia only but Alistair never left her side. "We need to walk through 2 tunnels and we will be out, I can sence my 'sisters' presence close."

The moment Shia took her first step into the tunnel, the thickened mass inside her stirred from its 'slumber' with a viscous slosh, pressing uncomfortably against her swollen walls. A sharp inhale escaped her lips, her thighs tensing as she clutched Alistair’s arm for balance. The Laquine’s grip remained firm, her warmth seeping into Shia’s chilled skin as they moved forward, the torchlight casting wavering shadows along the uneven walls.  

A faint, sticky trickle escaped her with every other step, the remnants of the creature’s release clinging stubbornly to her inner thighs before finally dripping to the cave floor with a quiet, wet sound.

"Alistair!" a voice met them from a distance.

"Here!" she awnsered. It seemed help had arrived.

The end(?)
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