Chapter 1 - The Dream

Darkness. Relief. The pain retreats. Scaly fingers that had held her arms and legs... Gone. The tearing, agonizing punishment… Gone. Her indescribable torture… Gone. That other quiet voice in the deepest recess of her mind, that relished it all… Gone. Only darkness now. Like a pillow that enveloped her body, the darkness had swallowed her. Then, the perfumed scent of flowers crept into her nostrils. Warm air played with her naked skin. 


Alana awoke. Instantly, she recoiled and drew a gasping breath, like a drowning man, unexpectedly breaking through the water’s surface. Shivering and shaking, despite the warmth that crept around her she hugged herself, lying on the ground like an unborn child in the womb. She wasn’t sure how long she stayed on the floor like that. It could have been minutes, or hours. She felt echoes of a memory. Cold hard fingers, gripping the soft flesh of her breasts, ripping and tearing her body. Unimaginable flashes of agony between her legs, where something had crawled inside her, something huge and unnatural. She felt her insides squirming. And yet, those sensations seemed far away somehow, in a past life. Like a beam of light, distorted by water. Somehow, she felt tranquil, but in other ways, she didn’t. Slowly, she opened her eyes and began calming her shivering limbs.
She was lying in a magnificent hallway. A perfectly clean, white marble floor, that was framed by grand purple walls. With a revolting sensation, she realized that the walls writhed and squirmed. Like fleshy outgrowths, they stretched far up, towards a distant ceiling that was hidden by black shadows. Huge arched windows were cut into the wall, stretching far into the impossible height of the hall, like gaping flesh wounds. Through them, an alien light shone, in colors that didn’t make sense to Alana. She felt her sense of reality waver, as she made out the multitude of pink and red suns, radiating sickly light through the glass.
Alana slowly rose to her feet. Turning in a circle with cowering shoulders, she watched the moving walls. She almost made out movements behind the flesh. Like living beings, that were separated by a thin membrane, trying to break through to her. Captivated, she carefully stepped to the wall and stretched out a hand. Not daring to touch it, she extended one finger. It moved! A bulging growth formed, pushing towards her. Startled, Alana retracted her hand and took a quick step back from the wall. 
All of the sudden she felt exposed, feeling with certainty, that someone was watching her. Self-consciously, she folded a hand in front of her breasts, trying her best to cover herself up. Then, carefully, she began following the hallway.


“Weeelcoooomeeee, chiiiild…”


The shock of the hissing echo squeezed the air out of Alana’s lungs. She froze, not daring to move a finger. Only her eyes danced frantically, trying to make out from where the sounds came.


“Fear not, sweet one… You are safe here…”


The voice… It was in her head! Alana carefully began stepping forward again.
“Who are you?” She whispered, afraid to hear her own voice.


“You are asking the wrong questions, sweet one… You wouldn’t understand who I am… What I am…”


“Where am I?” She asked, this time a bit louder.


“Another question a mortal wouldn’t comprehend the answer to, sweet one…”


“Why am I here?” Alana asked unperturbed.


“Finally, something I can sate your curiosity with… sweet one. You are here, because you are special. You are here, because I want you here, and you are here, because I need you to do something for me.”


All the while, Alana crept through the dark hallways, turning corners seemingly at random. With growing concern, she realized how badly she was lost in this fleshy maze. As her spirits slowly returned, she picked up the pace. The warm musky air around her felt wet on her skin now, as she began sweating. A vague memory of where she had been before, still lingered like a black cloud. Yet she couldn’t quite make out what had happened. All she knew was that she had to return home. Home? Where was home? How did she get here? This place was not like anything she had ever heard stories of, or even conjured up in her maddest fever dreams.


“You can’t escape. You will remain here, until I release you.”


Capitulation came quickly to Alana. She had no sense of time or place left in her.


“Why am I here?” She asked again, hesitantly.


“I need you to serve me, sweet Alana.”


“How?” she asked, not able to suppress a quiver in her voice.


“Follow your soul. Give in to what it wants. That is all I ask of you. In return, you will gain anything you desire.”


“I don’t want power. Or money. I had everything I wanted. Just let me be who I was… Please.” She pleaded.


“I’m afraid even I can't offer you that, sweet one. Something has been taken from you, that can not be returned. You've arrived at a fork in the road. I am but one path you can choose. Only you can decide where to go from here. What I need you to understand is that only my path will satisfy your true desires. You will be tempted by anger, guile and hunger. But they long only to harvest you, where I long to fulfill you.”


Alana felt tears well up inside her. She felt utterly lost. She did not understand what the voice in her head wanted. She did not understand what the voice was. Who it was..


Finally, she saw a set of swing doors, let into the fleshy wall to one side of her. Large black wooden planks framed a decorative mural of serpentine shapes. Alana barely took notice, pushing against one of the doors. Smooth and perfectly silent, it glid open, revealing a chamber on the other side. She barely took notice of the purple flesh anymore, even though it had grown over the floor and ceiling of the small room. Her attention was fixed to the center of the room, where a figure stood. With a concoction of unbridled fear and hope, she took a step into the room, fixing her eyes on the head of the silhouette. It stepped towards her, and lifted its head… It was Ulrich…


“Ulrich!” She exclaimed, running to his naked shape. With tears now streaming down her face, she threw herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck. The elation she felt in that second almost ripped her from the abstract impossibility of her surroundings. In that moment she didn’t care. In all this nightmarish insanity, finally she had something she could grip herself too. An anchor in the sea of madness. She pressed herself against his naked body, feeling his warmth radiate through her breasts, which were pushed up against his chest.


“U-u-ulrich…” she sobbed against his neck.


“Alana…” More tears, as she heard his familiar voice in her ear. She pressed even harder against him, fearing that if she let go, he would disappear.


“Alana… it’s alright. Hush now”, she felt his arms around her back, pulling into her embrace.


“How did you get here?” She asked, as she slowly regained control.


“I came for you, Alana…”, he whispered in her ear, which rested a hair's breadth from his lips. “I’ll always be with you.”


Alana trembled as she felt pains well up in her innards. It welled up deep within her body, like the ripples of a distant splash. There was a split second of agony, as she glimpsed the flash of a distant world. A distant world where something massive had been forced inside of her, tearing and working its way through her with malicious intent.


“What’s happening...?” She asked him, feeling her tears return.


“Nothing my love. You are here with me… Safe. No one can hurt you here…”


Alana loosened the tightness of her embrace and leaned back to look at Ulrich. He looked different. The stubble that had grown on his cheeks had disappeared. His skin looked so smooth. Unnatural almost. She felt a brief sense of discomfort rise, as she realized that they both stood there naked. Then she looked into his eyes. The intense stare of purple irises was focused on her. She wasn’t sure if it was the light reflecting off of the fleshy walls, or if his eyes had shifted color. In that moment, she didn’t care, as she saw the love and longing that was fixed on her. Alana read pure unfiltered desire, clearer as if it had been spelled out.


“Oh, Ulrich…” She breathed in sorrowful compassion, seeing a single tear drop from his eyelashes. “I know…”


Ulrich leaned to her again and Alana didn’t resist as his lips touched hers. She closed her eyes, feeling his lips move on hers with passion and lust. This time, it was Ulrich that pulled her close. Then again, she felt the distant rush of cold wind and pain. This time something accompanied the pain. She sensed the rhythmic motions inside of her, crashing waves of pain and pleasure. Distant and blurred, like spoken words through the surface of water. But with it, a tide of lust overwhelmed her. She broke the kiss as she was forced to exhale. She felt Ulrich slip for a second. Distracted by the echoes, she forced herself back to her surroundings. But this time it stayed with her. The stinging in her insides grew, but along with it came wild arousal. She felt it dripping out of her folds, as she began rubbing her thighs together. What was happening to her? She felt as if she was in two places at the same time. Flashes of snow broke into her reality, as Ulrich touched her neck with his arms, pushing his tongue deep in her mouth. Uncertain, she began pushing away from him and opened her eyes.


“Ulrich-” She began, but the words froze on her tongue, as she looked at him. His eyes had turned deep purple, the whites framing his pupils were barely visible. Unblinking they were fixated at her, with serpentine slits. Looking sideways at him, she tried breaking the kiss again. What was with his tongue! She felt it exploring the inside of her mouth. With a startle, she felt it coiling and winding. She gagged, as it wandered down her throat. At the same time, the relentless throbbing between her legs became more and more intense. No matter how she moved her hips and pushed her thighs together, she felt it inside of her. She lost herself now, unable to move, as she went limp in Ulrichs arms. Arms? With guile and disgust, she felt his embrace growing around her. Her head was being pushed back by more and more of his tongue pressing into her. She stared at him in shock, realizing she was standing a foot away from him. Shivering, she looked around herself. Slithering and writhing, a bundle of snaking tendrils had wrapped her into a tight fist. She tried to scream, but no sound would travel past the flesh that squirmed in her mouth. She looked at Ulrich. Or what had been Ulrich…
His arms and legs had grown into snakes with the girth of a grown man's thigh. His head was thrown back, but his jaws had opened up impossibly far. The tendril that was sliding into her throat was still slithering out of his outstretched mouth.
Her spirits returned to her when the panic gripped her. With all the force she could muster, Alana wiggled and tore at the constraining flesh. It was useless. Her arms were pushed into the sides of her body, the coiling snake had wrapped itself around her waist, all the way up to her neck.
Again, distant thrusts pushed inside of her. The flash of a cold town square, constrained by demonic shapes…


“Stop resisting, sweet one. Give in to me,” she heard the voice in her head. It sounded almost caring.


“Will you let me go if I do?” She thought…


“Yes”


And so, Alana gave in. She went limp, letting the coiling extremity wander down her throat, into the depths of her punished body. Then, to her shock, she felt movement between her ankles. Wet and writhing, like a blind snake, it felt its way up her lower legs, then her thighs. Alana pushed herself as hard as she could, forcing herself to remain still as she felt the soft warm meat snake its way between her thighs. For a split second, she thought it had disappeared. Then with a tremendous shudder, she felt it touch her lower lips. Disgust and apprehension warred against her almost uncontrollable arousal, as she felt her own wetness. The searching flesh thing wiggled itself between her lower lips on its quivering search. Alana exclaimed a stifled moan as it found her hypersensitive clit. Her whole body shook, as it remained there for a second. Alana shuddered as if possessed, feeling impossible amounts of juices leaking out of her. Then the fleshy snake pushed down her dripping slit until it found her entrance. With a shock, she felt a second one moving between her rear cheeks. 
Alana forgot to breathe, as they pushed into her simultaneously. She sensed every bump and irregularity on the slithering serpents, as they pushed into her tightness. Deeper and deeper they went, until Alana could no longer keep track. And so she hung there, suspended in the air, impaled on both holes, her mouth stuffed with tendrils of disgusting slithering wetness. Her now gaping lower lips and back entrance felt afire, as the intruders plunged into her. As Alana anticipated her body contracting, the muscles in her pussy and ass constricted hard, preparing her for the approaching orgasm. For a split second she remained in limbo, as her body braced for the explosion. Time stopped, as she felt the tsunami approach. Massive thick gulps moved through the serpents, as fel liquids released into her. Then, the climax hit her hard. She felt the thickness explore her hypersensitive caves as her body began spasming violently, matching the slithering serpents. Her fingers stretched out from underneath her constraints while her hips thrust longingly into the intruders, devouring it all. The mixture of elation and growing panic gripped her, as she felt everything. Wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure crashed into her.


And then, it all stopped. 


“We will meet again soon, blood of Shalia”


Alana began falling. 


The fleshy chamber disappeared. The sickly purple light vanished and was replaced by infinite darkness. There was no matter, no light… nothing. Not even air… 


She choked, panicking wildly, flailing her arms. But there was nothing to grab. Nothing to hold on to. Just emptiness. Just infinite emptiness. Then, when she thought she would suffocate, she landed on a hard, cold surface. Icy cold air shocked her back into existence. She felt excruciating pain in her entire body. Her groin felt like it had been used as an anvil, her arms and legs were covered in bruises. But most distinctly, she felt a burning pain on her belly and her left thigh. Though her eyes were open, she was blind for a second. Then, reality flooded her senses once again…

