Chapter 3 - Phelaia

 Who do these imbeciles think they are? Phelaia thought to herself with indignation.  

 The party chose her to be the one to locate a water source so they could rest and continue their journey. While the sorceress agreed that their waterskins should be filled before proceeding, why she needed to go instead of that useless rogue or mulish knight remained a mystery. 

 Are they trying to get me away to plot against me? she wondered, the paranoia of a whole life spent as a tiefling despised by others coming to the fore. Phelaia needed to make an effort to keep it from poisoning all her thoughts, since the assumption that other races saw her as inferior and inherently evil always played at the back of her mind. Enough of this for now… 

 As Phelaia travelled down the dark shafts, the sorceress could feel the icy drafts going up her tight robes. She tugged the fabric out of her butt and kept shifting her breasts around, the progressive anxiety of being alone in an inimical environment making her aware of every slightest discomfort brought by her decadent and luxurious, but uncomfortable garments. 

 The warmth partly returned as she made her way into a huge open cavern with a dark pool glimmering to one side. The tiefling moved her hand through the water and brought it up to her lips to taste. Clean and cool, just what they needed. 

 As she began to fill the waterskin for her way back, Phelaia found herself staring at the limpid pool, thinking to herself how nice it would have been to swim there. To take off everything, to relax, to let the worries of travel leave her… 

 The tiefling snapped out of it a moment later and shook her head. What am I thinking? The splashing of the water alone would alert nearby enemies to her location. Not to mention there might be things in the water itself that could harm her. There were entire tomes written on the things that lurked in the depths of the Underdark… 

 And still, what if I just took a little dip? As quickly as the thought came, Phelaia moved a foot towards the water, and realized she was still wearing all her clothes, though the foot kept moving towards it. 

 Suddenly, there came an eerie realization that her foot moved by itself, as if guided by an external force. Phelaia drew it back in haste and put her hands to her head, trying to think. What is this? 

 The thoughts from before about taking a dip and going into the water returned, but far more savagely. What the sorceress knew with doubtless certainty was that the thoughts were not a result of her own mind but coming from somewhere without. As she held her head, trying to stabilize herself, the barrage of thoughts kept pummeling down her willpower. 

+The water is so clear and nice, I should just relax… I’m going to go crazy if I keep going like this+

 Thoughts that sounded as if they were her own, but were definitely not. Enough of this! Phelaia told herself. Enough! 





 Deep beneath the waters, the aboleth could feel the tiefling struggling against his telepathic attacks. It had been long since he dealt with creatures of higher intelligence - long enough that he no longer understood how precisely to go about doing away with her. The lesser creatures that lived at the surface level of the Underdark were easier to control, but these parties of higher races were a threat to his domain. 

 Feeling the tiefling throwing him off slowly, there was no alternative but to give up any pretense and focus all his power on taking away control from her body, even if her mind remained her own… 

 


 No, what is this?! a terrified Phelaia wondered. The unwelcome thoughts were gone, but now she struggled to keep control over her own body. Even as she tried to keep herself away from the water, feeling certain that death would come to her the moment she dived in, different limbs were trying to pull her there. No! I will not! 






 This one is strong, thought the Aboleth. Out of the higher races, elves had always given him more trouble compared to humans, but this was the first tiefling it ever dealt with directly. Perhaps his methods were misguided, or perhaps they were naturally more resilient to outside influence. Either way, help would be required… 





 The skum sat in the shallow water of his cave and ripped into some freshly-catched fish as the pain returned. He gasped and fell down as his god spoke to him. An intruder desecrated the inner sanctum of their home and needed to be dealt with. 

 He quickly made his way to the lake and saw the figure collapsed close to the water, mumbling to herself and grasping onto her head. Despite the red skin and horns on her head, she was gorgeous, with a bosom and bottom that made even such a lowly creature question what could possibly have been her reason to venture so deeply and disturb the peace. 

 As he stood there and watched her, the mindwarping commands of his god came again. Kill her, it said, over and over. 

 The skum approached hesitantly, afraid that the red beauty might somehow attack him. But he got close enough to touch her without her even registering her presence. Her eyes were closed shut and a film of sweat formed across her face. He followed the luscious curves of her lips and the elegant shape of her nose… all the way to the sensual ear that protruded from her bob-cut dark hair. 

 His slimy and clawed hand moved away the black locks and got his first real look at the exquisite formation of her ear. Just the sight of the tantalizing and shadowy earhole was enough to make his serrated shaft harden between his legs and stick it, fully prepared to act. 

 That was when the red one turned her head.





 Despite the struggle to retake full control of her body, Phelaia could feel a wet thing touching her head. Ordinarily, she would have jumped away, but it took all of her concentration merely to turn her head. Before her she could see some fish-like creature, his slimy body gleaming wet in the semidarkness. Get away from me! the tiefling wanted to say, but could not find the power to open her mouth. 

 Soon enough, a spike of pain so wild came over her that she nearly lost consciousness. Once again, the attempts at subverting her willpower were in full force, so unbearably powerful that Phelaia could not even move. Just standing still and being herself was wearing her out. What is this thing?! What is it?!

 From the corner of her eye, she could see the creature taking a step closer towards her. Phelaia wanted to scream and attack it, but she only grimaced and gave a low grunt as he proceeded to touch her. 

 

 The aboleth considered its attack a success. He had managed to terrify the tiefling into wanting to sit still, to the point that she did it of her own volition. Not only was he no longer trying to bend her to his will to get her to throw herself into the waters, but he was using the full extent of his power to hold her in place. His servant would take care of the rest. 





 The skum grabbed the red one by her horns and realized that there was truly no threat coming from her at all. Just like he and the others feared punishment from their god, this was the extent of his power put on display. 

 He knew that he could have slit her throat, and while he did not wish to displease the god, he simply could not take his huge eyes away from her ear. The clawed finger stroked her earlobe gently in preparation, and that was enough to make him shudder with desire. 

 Wrapping both his hands around her horns and holding tightly, he brought the tip of his cock over to her ear and began to push… 





 Phelaia could feel its slimy cockhead bumping against her ear and she surmised what his intentions were. While uncommon, she knew from books she had read as a child in the wizard’s tower that such creatures could use all sorts of degrading methods to kill their victims. Everyone had heard about orcs and goblins feasting on flesh. But what could be more degrading than having one’s head fucked to death? 

 The tiefling knew she needed to move now and get away, but it was no use. Even as she thought of jumping in the water to escape the new enemy, her body stood completely still, refusing to listen. Only the muscles of her face were allowed to move freely as they contorted in pure misery. 

 

 As the skum’s slimy dick started going inside of her skull, his enthusiasm for what he was doing only grew in intensity. To think that he would get to do away with such a being. The red one probably knew so much… By the looks of her she was one of those horrible magic users that the fled away from a few times, and that alone made him happy to know he would be putting her out of her misery. Nothing like that was permissible. 

 He leaned over and watched her face as he slowly drove his dick into her, watching the eyes go wide as he began to penetrate into her ear canal and stretch it out enough for the fucking he was about to give her. With every inch being forced deeper inside of her, he could notice the horror on the face intensifying, her mouth opening soundlessly, till he finally pushed all the way into her brain and watched it go break away. One eye rolled white in its socket and the other aimlessly went to the left, while the tongue lolled out of her mouth. 

 There were some vibrations coming from within her body, but they did nothing to interfere with his act. The skum closed his eyes as he clung to her head and began to fuck her head in earnest, destroying every bit of intelligence there was there, leaving nothing but a broken body behind. 

 It was getting so good that his lower body tired, at which point he simply held onto the horns tightly and impaled her head into his cock again and again, hearing the wonderful wet sounds of her brain getting torn apart by his monstrous and uncaring dick. 

 The skum paused for a moment and licked his lips, his mouth clicking with satisfaction, then drew out his dick. He glanced over at her idiotic-looking face with the lolling tongue, all intelligence gone out of it. Then he glanced at the sharp blades that covered his shaft and the way the bits of her skull were dangling from them, the entry to her earhole ripped open in a ghastly way that gave full access to her brain on the other slide. A perfect hole meant for nothing more than a perfect skullfuck to put the beautiful human in her place. 

 The shaft went back inside, the blades ripping into her earhole anew as the skum comfortably held onto the horns that felt as if they were made for this very event and pummeled the insides of her fine skull, getting ready to shoot fresh seed and fill up the whole with what it really needed. 

 He kept going at it hard, watching the puddle of blood mixed with cum that gathered at her knees where it landed from her open mouth. By now, he understood that she was dead, and he could even feel the body getting colder, at which point he lost all interest. 

 The skum let go of the horns and watched the lifeless head drop right into the gooey puddle, the hole in her head so filled with cum that it seemed like it was cum that humans bled all along. 

 Thankful to have served his god and gotten rewarded as such in return, he went back on his way, eager to finish eating his fishy meal. 

