Re: Mal-Umbra's Inner Sanctum
Floating in the background Mal-Umbra simply watched contently. Ilessia had overall proven more resilient than expected, her affections still awkward and restrained, but that would readily change in time. Lizzy meanwhile was delightfully delicate and malleable in her current state, yet seemed to possess a spark that Mal-Umbra was confident was in no genuine danger of being accidentally snuffed out. They could both endure more, even if their minds gave way temporarily. It was the difference between those that could withstand, embrace and be empowered by their corruption, and those semi-mindless broken dregs that wandered the fallen city outside.
Speaking of such however, Mal-Umbra would frown and wince slightly, unseen to his pre-occupied guests. Having felt an uncomfortable disturbance from outside his realm, he narrows his eye in quizzical suspicion. He had admittedly been paying only loose attention elsewhere, but had not expected this. Had his senses deceived him? He would have to investigate. The girls would be perfectly fine left soaking in each others company for a while.
"I think I shall take my leave temporarily, whilst you two stew and enjoy each others company. Don't go anywhere.~" The demon speaks, adding a mocking flair to the end. Then, like a tiny black hole or ink swirling down a drain, the orb spirals and disappears into itself. The realm and surroundings remain as prison like as ever however. In fact, it begins to shift. The turbid purple pool gurgles, and the tentacles that composed the "walls" of the pit take on a new lease of life and begin to move with new energy. The bed of tentacles that Lizzy and Ilessia lay on looses cohesion, both sinking and lifting unevenly, forcing the girls to try and find footing of some kind or sink. More pangs of unnatural sensitivity hitting them once more as both their crotches are momentarily submersed in the strange liquid. As the walls ripple, they begin to both reach in, and encroach closer. Leaning over from the top, the pit begins to close up blotting out the fake sky into a smaller and smaller circle above them. The reaching tendrils from the wall seeking out and sliding over their skin, and pulling at them from all directions. The girls could either cling onto each other to stand their ground, or be pulled apart to opposite sides of the narrowing sealed chamber. Either way, the encroaching mass of fleshy lengths sought more than just touching, and with the heroines powerless to resist it plunged back into their defiled holes for another round. Mercilessly setting up a rhythm of thrusting even more eager than the first time, and pouring waves of pleasure heightened by the corruptive fluids that had by now soaked into every inch of their bodies. Spurts of demonic juices already firing from the idle tentacles at the sides, and those rubbing over their skin. The cramped chamber engulfing them from all sides now, filled with obscene wet lewd noises and the sound of Lizzy and Ilessia's own ecstasy. Should they let their guard down, the tentacles wouldn't hesitate to slide a length past their lips and down their throats. Or alternatively, they could opt to keep their lips busy locked together instead. A telling throbbing would signal an impending mass ejaculation, as their precious places are erupted into. A thunderous orgasm forcing each heroine to involuntarily clamp down on the pumping tendrils, trapping more inside than even before. Bloated, exhausted, and wracked with irresistible lust and pleasure, the girls might start to wonder if it would ever end. If they'd ever escape, or if this was all they'd know from now on. The tentacles themselves, had no intention of giving a second reprieve, already throbbing yet again no more than a minute after their eruption. Ruthlessly convulsing thick streams of devilish seed with a pressure that pushed on their insides, to the point the girls could feel themselves stretching. Despite their cruel treatment, their drugged haze seemed to dull any pain, superseded by yet another looming orgasm about to roll over them.
And it didn't stop. There were no sarcastic quips or suggestions from their captor this time. Nor time to rest or recompose their thoughts. No daylight or reference to tell the time by. Just relentless undulating violation and assault upon the senses. Eventually, rising exhaustion would overcome them, and all would fade to black. Finally passing out under the burden of an orgasm.
What Lizzy and Ilessia dreamed about during this, if anything, only they would know. When they finally awoke however, they'd suffer the misfortune of finding themselves exactly where they blanked out. They were sore, but sane, although the powerful lust induced in them remained in the back of their minds. The tentacles had calmed down... mostly. One gently working the ass, but the rest merely cradling and slowly caressing. But most significantly, they would each notice how their bellies were both massively rounded and bloated, as if heavily pregnant. Their breasts also felt swollen, tight, and obscenely sensitive. Suddenly in the dim light, an unfortunately familiar glowing pink eye would emerge. "Ah, aren't we looking ripe now."
The sensation of something moving inside, and a sudden twinge at their cervix. Something was about to come out. It had started, they were giving birth.