With the brutal flail at hand and my beautiful black micro-bikini, it took me a while to figure out how to tie. I continued deeper into the tunnel, the walls continuing to pulse and throb around me, the scent of musk and decay growing stronger. The floor sloped downward, and I could feel a faint vibration beneath my feet, growing with each step.
Suddenly, the tunnel opened into a vast chamber, and I gasped at the sight before me. The chamber was a grotesque, fleshy cathedral, the walls, ceiling, and floor all rippling with the same vivid, pinkish-red flesh. But it was what lay in the center that truly captured my attention.
A massive, throbbing round organ pulsed in the middle of the chamber, a monstrous, veined beast that seemed to beat with a life of its own. It was easily the size of a small house, and the air around it was thick with a pungent, coppery scent. The organ was a deep, bloody red, glistening with a sheen of sweat and some kind of viscous fluid that dripped from its surface, pooling on the floor below.
"Holy fuck," I breathed, my eyes wide with a mix of awe and horror. "What the hell is that?"
Then I spotted a movement below. Humans, two men were dragging another man toward this red round monstrosity. From what I could tell the man didn't struggle, maybe he was unconscious. Or maybe he knew that this thing was his fate. Either way, he accepted the fact that he was going to get sucked inside that monstrous red organ.
I silently watched as the two men simply threw him like some useless junk into the gaping maw of the organ. The massive beast rippled and pulsed, and with a wet, sucking sound, it began to engulf the man, his body disappearing into the fleshy depths. I could hear his muffled screams, a chilling symphony that sent shivers down my spine. The organ seemed to swallow him whole, his form disappearing entirely as the flesh closed around him.
"Fuck me," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. "That's some next-level shit right there."
Instead of focusing on the red organ, my attention moved toward the two men who did the dirty work of feeding the big bitch, so I decided to follow them.
I kept my distance, lurking in the shadows. They didn't seem particularly alert, though. It was doubtful they ever dealt with any threats. After all, who would come here, except a complete psycho who enjoys nothing more than squeezing through a giant anus while wearing a tiny bikini?
No one in their right mind, that's for sure.
Well... it wasn't exactly a normal anus. It was a monstrous fleshy hole of a big worm monster queen and that's kinda hot!
After walking through many tunnels, mostly all the same with only the colors varying from light pink to bloody crimson. There was always a constant, sound of thousands moaning, groaning, slurping, or slushing and that was bad for my pussy which started to itch.
'Shit... Focus Azariel' I scolded myself, trying to ignore the growing wetness between my legs. The moans and slurping sounds were hot, intoxicating, and so fucking sensual, almost like the voice of a thousand whores servicing a multitude of cock and it was having an effect on me. My Lust meter was creeping up, the needle inching closer to 500 with each passing moment. And if I didn't find a way to lower the meter then...
Well, let's just say that I would fall into a pink frenzy of pleasure.
'Ummm~.' The perverted and completely out-of-context idea was set loose in my sick mind, and I had to quickly banish it.
Finally, the two men stopped in front of a large, pulsating membrane that blocked their path. It was semi-transparent, revealing a dimly lit area beyond. They exchanged a few words, too low for me to hear, and then one of them reached out and pressed his hand against the membrane. It rippled and shifted, and a small opening appeared, just large enough for them to pass through one at a time.
I waited, hidden in the shadows, until they both disappeared through the membrane. Then, with a deep breath, I followed, pressing my hand against the fleshy barrier. It was warm and yielding, and it parted easily for me, sealing shut behind me with a wet squelch.
I found myself in a massive, cavernous space, illuminated by blue crystal suspended from the vaulted ceiling. The walls and floor were rippling pinkish flesh, as were the dozens of bulbous, hanging organs that hung from above.
'What the hell is this?!!'
My eyes widened, my heart beating frantically in my chest. In this chamber were hundreds and hundreds of human men and women, naked with big pregnant bellies, moaning groaning, and writhing in sheer ecstasy, all impaled or fused into giant fleshy pillars.
It was like a demented, living garden, the fleshy columns glowing with an eerie, unworldly aura. A grotesque beauty of corrupted life, soaking up in the hazy light of the surrounding crystal, nourished with the flowing fluids.
It was hard not to stare at these corrupted, breeding freaks, and even harder to focus on the reason why I was here: to kill the motherfucking queen.
Kiiiik!!
"!!!" Suddenly one of the women let out a disturbing cry, her eyes going wide, and then her belly exploded. Hundreds of tiny pink creatures spilled forth like a swarm of insects, crawling all over the poor woman's flesh and embedding into her, sinking claws and teeth into the soft pink tissue. Within seconds nothing was left of her, her entire body gone, consumed, her consciousness forever wiped out by the swarm.
'I'm gonna throw up' my stomach revolted just from seeing such a thing. It wasn't horror or sickness for me but sheer disgusting. The tiny pink worm creatures, now sated, began to detach from the remains of the woman, their bodies glistening with blood and fluids. Then they dropped into a hole in the fleshy floor that appeared out of thin air like someone had sliced an opening, a mouth for the creatures to crawl into, closing behind them a second later.
My stomach rolled again, the bile rising to my throat. The sheer idea of being eaten alive like that, to have every part of your flesh, bone, and mind devoured, your very essence absorbed, was enough to drive one insane.
'Fuck this is far worse than my devour skill' I cursed inwardly, barely able to resist the urge to summon my wraiths and burn this breeding den in an ocean of flames.
Another thing that I noticed while I was hiding and observing, was that some of the humans didn't explode from within, the worms inside them crawled out from their gaping holes and vanished into the floor, and after that happened, a long pink slimy tentacle appeared from the wall every single hole of the humans filling them again with eggs.
'Oh I see,' I nodded understandingly because I could feel the lust of others. I was able to find the difference between the two groups.
The humans who exploded were free from the worm's control, and humans who were simply given birth and survived were infested.
I couldn't look away.
There was something sacred—no, profane—about the way this living temple worked. It was grotesque, yes, but purposeful. A cruel, sensual cycle of birth, death, and infestation. And it was all orchestrated by something deeper, something far more intelligent than mere beasts.
I slipped further into the chamber, keeping low behind a series of fleshy ridges that pulsed like hearts. The floor trembled with rhythmic contractions, and the wet, organic sounds around me made every inch of my skin crawl. Still, my eyes scanned the room, searching for her. The Mother. The Queen.
If this breeding garden was the heart, then she had to be the womb.
Then I heard it.
"Ahh~" A soft moan, echoed eerily through the cavernous space different from the others. It sounded... sad. Soothing. Seductive.
"Nngh~"
The sound was coming from the other side of the chamber, and when I followed it, I gasped at the sight of its source.
"Holy shit!"
There, suspended in a web of thick, ropy tendrils, was a figure that took my breath away. It was a woman, her body nude and glistening with a sheen of sweat and that viscous, ichor-like fluid. Her hair was purple, short, and smooth despite the nasty things, her eyes were closed, her face a mask of ecstasy. But what truly surprised me was that she was a succubus, just like me. Her wings, similar to mine but smaller, were folded neatly behind her, and her tail swayed gently, the tip curling and uncurling with a life of its own.
However, unlike me, her skin was white and pale, and from what I could see from my position, the succubus appeared to be short in height. Even the body type was different, her chest was quite flat for a succubus, no more than a B-cup. Her hip was quite petite as well with no hips to grab. The only curve was her belly which was really swollen.
'Should I help her?' I wondered deeply, there was an urge to save her since she's from the same kind as me, 'well at least she can teach me the succubus ways or some shit'