Doodily_Doo >> #22130
Posted on 2011-09-01 23:24:47 Score: 1 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Art & Story by: Majalis [www.hentai-foundry.com/profile-Majalis.php]
Title:Aria of Lament

(Story Below)

"Aria surveyed the town from atop a cliff that overlooked it. It seemed peaceful enough: these were simple farmers, people of the land, you know. Morons. They had trouble with ogres or bugbears or somesuch “me big SMASH small squishy thing” imbeciles of the massive variety, and needed a skilled swordswoman to heroically eviscerate their entire population. The payment was in food, drink, recognition, and solid, invaluable gold. The most dangerous things in the area aside from the walking meat piñatas were wild fauna that, like most wild fauna, were more interested in sleeping and eating than chasing a nimble elf for miles in vain. The job was easy, the pay was good, and the scenery was gorgeous. What could go wrong?

The first night she arrived, she ate and drank like a king. In the morning she’d still be drunk and mostly hungover, and she’d still have little difficulty in genociding the local BADs (Big And Dumb). When she collapsed on her bed, she thought that the first thing she was going to do in the morning was throw up, and the second thing was going to be to eat and entire pig. The reality was starkly different.

In the night, a few of the village men crept into her room in the inn. Her ears were keen, but she had felt abnormally sluggish after her eighteenth beer, and so she was uncharacteristically unaware. The men removed her armor, and rummaged through her belongings to find her something more comfortable: a robe, one that she’d stolen from a priestess that had been all holier-than-thou when she’d snatched up her boyfriend for a night. Petty, really. She’d argued that they were both women of the cloth, and should embrace and revel in their shared blessings, but the priestess had argued that Paladins wear heavy armour. So she nipped one of the priestesses outfits: the one that she’d laid aside to dip in the town river out of sight. She didn’t really want the thing, and she never thought she’d wear it.

Carefully, the men undress her, and redress her even more slowly in the priestess robes. Then, the four strongest men lift her, effortlessly, and carry her sleeping body down the stairs to the ground floor of the inn, then down the stairs once more into its cellar. There they lay her half-naked form onto a cold stone slab, and shackle her at the wrists and ankles, though she doesn’t so much as stir from her sleep. With that done, then men slink away, exchanging nervous glances, arguing quietly among themselves as they ascend the staircase and close the cellar door behind them, leaving Aria alone and bound.

At first, she continues to sleep, dreaming of chasing a pig round and round. Her large breasts heave up and down with her slow breathing, and her lips part slightly. Even on the stone slab, she sleeps like a baby. But then, a sound. A voice, or a giggle, high and menacing, and then more, and then more. Emerging from the shadows as if appearing through the walls, small figures begin to appear, one by one, crawling about with sinister grins and more sinister appendages. They make their way onto the stone slab, eager, yet turgidly, as if prowling and waiting for the opportune moment to pounce. Aria remains completely unaware as a dozen implings crowd around her body, completely vulnerable and immobile.

The movement is sudden. The implings begin to crawl over her body, searching for points of entry under her robes. Some are impatient, and tear holes in the fabric, but the most venerated of them simply make their way to her face, knowing well the humiliation they plan for her. The implings begin to hump and squeeze at her—her thighs, her breasts, her belly, her calves, her face, still breathing quietly. More and more emerge from the wall as the orgy builds to a fever pitch, and within the span of a few seconds, the implings erupt their filthy seed on Aria: they ejaculate into holes torn from her dress, filling it and her stockings with bubbling cum, and an enterprising impling that had squeezed her breasts together and then fucked between them and is now the source of the steaming cum seeping out of her collar. One impling drops a load on her face, covering over her cheek and nearly flowing over her lips, which causes her to stir at last, and when Aria does finally open her eye, it is immediately filled by the last creamy, forceful jet of impling cum yet to discharge. As she attempts to get her bearings and blink the thick load out of her eye, more and more imps crawl onto the stone slab, and her dress is soon pulsing with the writhing of a dozen horny little buggers, each hoping to be one of the lucky few to stake out the best claim on her nether regions. Meanwhile, up top, Aria’s call for help is cut short by a sudden intrusion into her mouth, which causes her to gag in surprise, and her mouth is quickly filled with yet another full, foul-tasting load. Aria writhes, trying to escape the endless clutches of the fiends, even as her nipples become stiff and her inner thighs moisten at the sensation. The cellar door bolted heavily from the outside, her escape is impossible, and the night is just beginning…

Filthy and thoroughly defiled, Aria begins to plan out her escape. Eventually, the implings will likely try to untie her, assuming their superior numbers to be sufficient in keeping her docile, a mistake they will quickly come to regret. Though she is unarmed and unarmoured, the diminutive creatures should pose little physical threat, and any simple magicks they can conjure up won’t be able to catch someone of such elven grace and agility. She’ll plans to find an escape route, and if not, she’ll fight off the implings until morning, and whenever the townsfolk come to check on her, they’ll find her none-too-pleased at their treachery. While she mulls over her vengeance scheme, another scheme of a decidedly dark nature unfolds just outside of her vision, on the cellar floor adjacent to the stone slab she’s shackled to. The implings undergo a dark ritual, sacrificing one of their own in the process. As its lifeless body slumps to the floor, the circle that contains it begins to emanate a hellish glow, which Aria might notice if she weren’t fantasizing about snapping the deacon’s neck, in clear violation of her paladin vows. The impling’s body morphs and grows, and becomes animate. Its claw, now larger than a man’s, scrapes at the dungeon floor and its hulking mass slowly rises to its feet, a guttural word in some demonic tongue being Aria’s first indication of its presence. When it appears in her view, her mind starts to race, trying to come up with a new plan of escape, one that factors into it a creature that could easily overpower her even were she armed. Without straining at all, the beast sunders her shackles, freeing her for but a moment before grabbing her by the waist, lifting her with a single arm, and hefting her into the air. She struggles, but it’s clearly futile, as even her fists beating on the behemoth’s own hand is met with no response at all.

An archway appears in the wall that wasn’t a moment ago there. It’s black trellises would be foreboding even if they weren’t rusted and animate, opening at the beast’s will. Passing through it, Aria finds herself in an obsidian fortress of some kind, one that she doubts was truly hidden beneath the peaceful town of betrayers.

She can see stairs leading up, a possible escape into the upper floors, but for now, she’s at the mercy of the demon, who likes her right where she is: at the heart of the dungeon. He carries her through a door which had been shackled shut, and enters into a room with torches along the walls and a scarlet pentagram crudely painted (with what? she wonders) around a heavy iron circular seal in the ground. With his free hand, the demon pulls off the iron lid and tosses it aside, and it crashes into the wall with such force that the wall nearly collapses. More implings crawl through the hole as if they had been waiting for it. Some carry with them coins, and one in particular carries a thick length of rope that he brings to his demon master. The giant demon nods affirmatively, and several implings team up to bind Aria’s hands. The demon hoists her up by her wrists and fastens it to a pulley hanging overhead. He has the implings fasten the other end to a crank mechanism, turns to admire his work (the helpless elfin bitch strung up above the well of defilement) and then leaves without a word, pushing the splintered remains of the door aside as he disappears through the portal that remains.

The smell wafting up from the open well is one that Aria recognizes immediately. It’s the stench of a lurid night magnified a thousand times, and as she anxiously peers down into the dark well, she can see it is filled with a bubbling liquid of a very familiar texture. As the implings work in tandem to turn the crank, and Aria is lowered into the pit, she kicks to free herself but to no avail. She realizes they mean to make a paladin dip, covering her in the seed of a thousand men, and her cries for help echo on the blackstone walls of the sacrificial chamber.

It’s so thick that once her feet sink inside, she finds that she can’t withdraw them. It’s around this time that she notices a presence: something is stirring beneath the disgusting sludge she’s being steadily submerged in. As dozens of tentacles begin to slide around her legs and pull her deeper, Aria realizes the nature of the defilement she’s about to receive immediately prior to her guess becoming mercilessly quaint. An immense tentacle breaks the surface of the spunk-slime and slithers up towards her nether regions, and Aria feels it trying to gain entry into a very unladylike and un-Paladinlike place. Its slimy mass pushes forward until it slips inside, and though she might claim that it was the first time that a disgusting suitor shoved it up her backdoor, the boys at the monastery were rather obsessed with “preserving chastity” and they were rather “clever” about their solutions. Still, the size and the texture of the thing below are too much for the elf, and she grits her teeth and moans at the intrusion. It wriggles inside and turns when her insides do, filling her impossibly full. In spite of herself, and perhaps because the smaller tentacles had taken to playing with her unprotected vulva, teasing gently at her clitoris and stroking along the entrance to her vagina, Aria starts to feel a heat, or an itch, growing between her legs. Even as the tentacle probes deeper into her rectum, and she sucks air in between her teeth, she groans her satisfaction, causing the imps above to erupt into cheer. She feels something pushing her sphincter even wider, and in a moment of utter shock, it slips inside, and she gives herself over to orgasm, writhing as much as she can given her restrained hands and submerged legs. As she rides through it, she feels more and more entering her, pulsing through the tentacle that is so deeply sodomizing her. Regaining her composure, she turns to investigate, only to see that the tentacle that she can’t see, but feel pumping into her ass is bulging in segments, pushing round objects up and into her intestines. Her belly starts to ache as the eggs empty into her gut, and she realizes that the imps have stopped cranking her lower. She looks up just in time to see that the first of them has ejaculated, and it splats into her eye as another egg pops through her o-ring. The imps continue to humiliate her, urinating and cumming down into the pit, exchanging coins for hits and misses, all while letting the ancient, fist thick tentacle lay its eggs in her stomach. After maybe a dozen eggs have been firmly implanted, Aria’s stomach bulges slightly, and begins to gurgle uncomfortably. Each new egg is punctuated with Aria moaning “oooh…” breathily as her colon opens to accommodate the new arrival. Streaks of cum splat onto her back and her bottom, mingling with her sweat as she perspires profusely, her head spinning with the growing, pressurized sensation in her gut. Finally, the last of the eggs pops into place in her belly, and the tentacle starts to evacuate.

Suddenly, the tentacles wrapped around her legs, submerged in the fetid pool, wrench her legs apart. They pull her feet up and her knees bend, as she’s cranked one or two steps lower, so that she’s suspended, squatting in the air above the surface. The tentacle making happy time in her ass that she’d thought was already done penetrates deeply, hardening as it does. Her eyes roll up into her head and her teeth gnash as the gargantuan thing thoroughly roots her. It withdraws entirely, nearly disappearing beneath the gurgling surface of the cum pool, before once again punching through her gaped butthole, penetrating up into her asspipe. The imps cheer as the tentacle thoroughly sodomizes the paladin girl, her hoarse moans and exasperated grunts matching in time to the sloppy squelching noises as the tentacle repeatedly forces open her o-ring into an O-ring. It builds its pace rapidly, stirring around the eggs in Aria’s stomach more and more, until finally it erupts, filling every nook and cranny of her innards with a slime, suspending the eggs it had just implanted in a thick goo. Aria falls limp as it retracts itself fully, finally, and the cum pool becomes still as the imps begin to crank her rope up and up. Aria wonders how long it’s going to take her to “lay” these eggs, and whether her unseen, tentacled baby-daddy/mommy even cares if she disposes of them. Though she can’t see it, she knows that her backdoor is impossibly gaped, and it leaks the viscous sludge readily.

In spite of everything, her thighs are moist, and more than a small part of her looks forward to seeing the demon overlord again…"

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