Chapter 0 - She Cums

The cave was freezing cold and pitch black. A vague light briefly lit up the bottom half of the walls, bobbing in a slow rhythm. Footsteps echoed slightly down the long passages. The figure held a wand high in one hand while studying a piece of parchment with the other. The parchment contained only a few scrawled words: "SHE TAKES WHAT SHE WANTS." as well as a drawing of a stick woman with large breasts in the bottom right corner.

Ciaran wandered through the cave, some blood still splattered on his tunic and trousers from his battle with the troll. He held his wand aloft to better see where he was going, but it wasn't helping much. This cave was a maze. 

But that wasn't his biggest gripe. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. But watched by what? There was nothing in here as he came in. Unless killing the troll had let loose something else. He kept on walking, his senses on strangely high alert. He couldn't explain why. 

On the cave wall, he found another piece of parchment. This one had a larger drawing of a big breasted woman in a black dress with small hearts above her head, with the word "YES!" roughly scribbled on at random. He took it down, thinking that Wakeeda would be interested in the pages.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a brief flash of moving white behind him. Fear gripped him. The figure, whatever it was, then darted past again, slow enough to make sure his suspicions were confirmed: he wasn't alone in here.

He began to walk a little faster, hoping against hope that he'd find a way out soon. A left turn, then a right, then another right, another left-wait. Hadn't he been to this part of the maze before? His mind was strangely fuzzy, as if something blocked his memory of navigating the cave the first time. 

He knew, without knowing how he knew, that the creature in the cave was responsible for this interference. "Get out of my head!" He shouted through gritted teeth. He received no answer but a high pitched laugh, cold as the cave he was lost in.

He walked onwards, and came to a small chamber with a mass of straw piled in a corner, covered by a thin sheet of what looked like goat furs. There was a small circle of stone in the center, with a few sticks of black wood piled inside. Had someone camped here recently?

Ciaran raised his wand to glance at the four corners for a body, alive or dead, when he saw the brief flash of white again, much closer to him. He turned and ran to the chamber's exit but it was blocked by a barrier of black energy. Unlike anything he'd felt before. He backed up and raised his wand, ready to blast the barrier apart.

The wandlight flickered briefly, but with a shake of his hand, Ciaran turned it back on.

The creature suddenly appeared in front of him, walking towards him. Although he could make out a humanoid shape, nothing about how it moved looked human, and Ciaran's vision blurred slightly as he looked. His fear greatly increased as his mind realized what this thing could be.

Ciaran pointed his wand at the creature: "Vocate Custos!" he cried. A golden blast of light shot from his wand, but the creature merely stepped aside, still walking towards him. He could see it more clearly now that it was in the wandlight: it was a woman. A very voluptuous woman, but her face had no eyes or nose, just a puffy set of black lips. 

Ciaran's wandlight flickered again and she was suddenly in his face. He jumped back in fear but she reached out with pale white hands and grasped his shoulders, pulling him back in with the strength of a bear. This was it. There was no way out-fear had extinguished his wandlight. He couldn't see a thing. This was surely how he-

"Mmmmmmmmmm~" 

Ciaran felt the woman's deep moan through her lips as she kissed him, her tongue curling around his. Fear turned into raw shock. She took advantage of his lack of struggling and pushed her entire body against his, pressing him against the cave wall. She took ahold of his shaking hand and snaked her fingers between his own.

What was- Did she just- What did she want?

As if she'd read his mind, her other hand cupped his crotch through the fabric of his trousers. Ciaran could feel something gently tugging his wand away. The creature reignited the fire in the center of the chamber and placed the wand in it's holster using one of four thick, jet black tendrils.

Though still terrified, Ciaran suddenly found himself returning her kiss. The creature-was she a creature? A woman? An entity? He wasn't sure-moaned again. Her tongue, long yet thick, began to massage his own as if stroking him off. He felt the tentacles pulling down his trousers and she broke the kiss.

The woman descended on his cock. Before he could do anything, she'd wrapped her lips around his flaccid length. She sucked him greedily, her tongue circling around his shaft and stroking it. He could feel himself getting hard already, despite his fear. Her tentacles wrapped around his wrists and pushed them away from her.

His cock was hard now, and the size seemed to suprise her. It certainly stoked whatever desires she had: she sucked harder, her lips pushing down to the base as her hands fondled his sack. He became acutely aware of how pent up he was-it had been several days since he'd visited an inn, or met any women interested in him.

The two tentacles pushing his wrists away let go, and moved upwards, snaking under his tunic and caressing his skin. Her tongue began to circle his cock and he moaned in pleasure. The sound only invigorated his newest lover: she began to pull back and push forth her head, massaging his shaft with her lips.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer as the woman fucked her throat with his cock, her tongue circling the whole thing with ease. He tried to tell her, but his words caught in his throat. He groaned with pleasure as his orgasm surged through him. The woman drank it all down, sucking out every drop. Her soft hands massaged his sack as it twitched.

She took his hands and led him over to the huge straw pile. Dragged him, almost. One of her tentacles stroked his still-hard cock absentmindedly. She laid down on the huge straw pile and spread her legs wide, all four tentacles pointing to her black pussy. It looked like she wanted him to return the favour.

All too happy to oblige, he pulled off his trousers and tunic and knelt on the straw, pressing his lips against her snatch and licking her outer lips. Her pussy tasted strange. It was unfamiliar, yet something about it made him think of a night he'd spent with Wakeeda. As if he was tasting thoughts and memories rather than pussy juice.

His tongue licked up and down her slit. The taste became more piquant and he recognized the nostalgic tang of ginger, but it slowly turned into that of a drink he'd once tried called "cola". As the wizard licked deeper, spreading the sighing woman's pussy lips, more flavours from his past came to him: vanilla ice cream during a fishing lesson, chocolate cake on a childhood birthday, a roast chicken from a thankful family...

Eager for more of these exquisite memories, the wizard directed his tongue inside and was met with another sigh of pleasure. The woman's pants made clear her pleasure, and a tentacle played with her clit, two more playing with her own breasts. He pulled himself further into her pussy, enjoying the tastes of his past.

The woman suddenly grasped his head, pulling his face against her crotch and bucking her hips slightly. Three of her tentacles followed suit, wrapping around his arms and pulling. He answered equally; his tongue pushing inside and wriggling inside her. He only now became aware that her final tentacle had been stroking his cock as he licked her.

"AAAAAHH!" she hissed, her pussy squirting juices onto his tongue. A gush of sexy memories came with the taste: the first night he'd spent with Vanessa, the vixen stripper Miyako, meeting Kasila, his first day in Tenebras-

The woman pulled Ciaran up her body, to face her. Her tongue was hanging out and she was panting lustfully. Overcome with passion, Ciaran lunged forwards and kissed her. He felt her tentacles wrapping softly around him as she moaned, returning the kiss. 

With the two tasting themselves on each other's tongues, the wizard felt a tentacle take gentle hold of him and direct his cock to her pussy. It was placed with the head directly pressed against her entrance. It would take a mere push to enter. Ciaran broke the kiss, and she nodded.

His cock pushed inside her: she was wet, and tight enough to fit like a glove. He pushed deeply as the woman's tongue curled around his own again. He felt her crotch meet his and the woman began to stroke his tongue, her tentacles squeezing his body as if embracing him.

The wizard pulled back his hips and began to fuck the woman. Her hiss of pleasure was telling of her pleasure. Her arms wrapped around him and her nails dug into his back. Ciaran barely suppressed his wince, but she didn't seem to notice, so lost in her pleasure.

A tentacle curved around his head and pulled him: his lips met hers and her tongue curled around his tighter. Her embrace became somewhat gentler, though her fingers still dug deep into his skin. The tentacle curled around his eyes and he saw nothing but blackness, moaning into her mouth.

Her moans resounding in his ears as he thrust into her, he fucked her harder. He could feel another orgasm rapidly approaching. The embrace tightened for a second and Ciaran knew what she wanted. A few more deep, hard thrusts pushed him over the edge of orgasm.

He came inside, shooting one more large wad of cum into her pussy. She kept him inside her for sometime afterwards before the tentacles released him and he was able to pull out. He fell to her side, panting. She loomed over him, licking her lips.

"Thank you..." he breathed.

For the first time, she smiled. The she kissed him again, her tongue dancing with his. She lay him on the makeshift bed more comfortably, scraping more hay for him to lay on. As he began to fall into his dreams, he somehow knew that she had no intention of stopping-that she was going to ride him as he slept.

And he had to admit, the thought turned him on greatly.