The Cave Of Wonders
A dark cave; shrouded in mysteries, it stood in the middle of a treacherous mountain range, away from anything that was remotely close to civilization. A source of speculations and legend, it was a spectator of the passage of time, unchanging, as the world surrounding it transformed, leaving little of its original form behind.
Although it didn't seem like an ideal target of attention, it soon became a hot spot for adventurers, seeking artifacts of forgotten ages or wishing to explore realms that were still unknown to people.
He looked at his map; this was the cave that he heard about, back at the tavern. He still couldn't believe that he could get that map in exchange for a mug of ale and the promise to never show it again.
What could have motivated that old drunkard to get rid of such a treasure was beyond him, but for the moment, all that mattered was to get this treasure before someone else would find it. It would be quite a shame to travel to this dangerous location, only to realize that it was for naught, in the end, although there was still a chance that he could find some nifty items in the deeper bowels of that natural formation.
This was one of these times he considered himself lucky to have wings; as a dragon, he could soar in the skies, unaffected by the element of terrain. As long as a storm wouldn't wreck the beauty of the sky, he would be able to reach his destination without any serious troubles that would stop him.
It didn't take long for him to reach the dreaded cavern; he knew about the reputation of that area, but it was probably nothing more than fairy tales, made to scare of those who lacked courage and determination.
Anyway, with the preparations he made, nothing lurking in the deep darkness could stand in his way. With a new sharp blade and a solid plate mail, he was confident that it wouldn't take long before he would leave with the fabled treasure. Perhaps with it, he would able to fulfill his wildest dreams, of opulence and wine.
Looking at the entrance, he tapped the handle of his blade for a moment; he had the impression that something was lurking in the darkness, but he was unable to see. This was not the time to let his imagination get the best of him, not when he was so close to the goal he had in mind.
As he was about to light a torch, he noticed that some mushrooms were emitting a weak light; with the help of these fluorescent growths, he would be able to find his path without losing too much time.
Entering in the cave, he followed the mushrooms, hoping it would lead him to the treasure. It was a risky gambit, but there was little else he could do for the moment, for the map didn't indicate any sort of path to what he was seeking.
Deep in the cave, he had the impression again that something was lurking around; however, this time, it was near him, instead of being a distant menace, one that was discarded when evaluating the environment. Anyway, if it didn't attack when he entered, then there was still a chance that he could escape with the loot before it would do anything at all.
After all, his goal wasn't to exterminate everything that could live around and near the treasure, but just to reclaim it. Such business was better left to professionals, not mere adventurers. He could see a chest in the distance; by hurrying a little, he would be able to reach it, empty it and leave this accursed place, before a terrible accident would happen to him, the reputation of this cave preceding it, a magnet for all sorts of terrible tales. But if they all emanated from the same kind of person that gave him the map, then would why he believe any of them? Drunken shenanigans were not something that he should care about, after all...
It was this moment that he felt a blow to the back of his head; although he was used to fighting, this one was strong enough to dim his vision. Would this be the end of his career as an intrepid adventurer? Would he be able to escape without getting devoured? The questions rushed in his mind, as darkness veiled his eyes...
Opening his eyes, he realized that he was still alive, which was a relief; whatever happened during his loss of consciousness, it wasn't enough to kill him, which reassured him. From here, he just needed to find his way back to the exit and forget about the treasure, so this ordeal would a thing of the past.
Looking around, he noticed that his armor and weapon were gone; whatever attacked him didn't want him to be able to retaliate, an element he would be forced to deal with. It seemed like fleeing would be the best course of action in this situation, if the being wasn't waiting to ambush him in the shadows.
At least he was wearing his tunic, although it was in bad shape; he wasn't sure how long it would last, but for the moment, it would have to do, for he couldn't run nude in that cave, not with all sorts of creatures roaming about.
Rising up, he tried to leave the alcove, only to feel something grab his feet, making him fall down. At least the ground was not hard, softening the blow, but as he tried to struggle free from that strange grip, he noticed that it was just getting stronger each time he moved, making him stop; there was no point in resisting at this point, not when it would only hurt him in the end.
Little did he know that this cave was the home of a being that was older than the tale that surrounded this area. Little was known about it, a relic of bygone ages, for no one that faced it wanted to talk about it. Was it from this world or elsewhere? No one was sure, not even the creature itself, for what it cared about was to live and breed, the cave being the perfect environment for it.
Rumors served it quite well; the presence of the treasure chest was something that the creature came up with, dragging it from another cave, one that wasn't as hospitable to its needs. Such a bounty was bound to attract what it sought and it worked again this time; this one would make a fine breeding partner...
He felt dragged toward what seemed to be the center of the alcove, his weight and meager resistance not enough to stop what was carrying him to fulfill what it had in mind, if it had one of its own.
There was something warm on his back; would he be engulfed in the maws of some horrible beast, or was this something else, an element that could change the situation that he was in, at the present time? He didn't want to look, although curiosity was tormenting him, filling his mind with the desire to observe what was happening.
Closing his eyes, he heard a ripping sound, as his tunic was being assaulted by the creature and was visibly unable to resist its persistent attacks. Would his flesh be next? Would this be the end?
His eyes still closed, he waited for his fate, but nothing happened; perhaps the beast only wanted to strip him down for some mysterious reason, until he felt the warm pseudopod that was on his back caressing his rear.
As he opened his eyes, he felt another one join the first one, joining in the task that it had started. Curiosity rising in him, he turned his head to see that what appeared to be tentacles that emerged from the darkness, massaging him. Although he wanted to avert his gaze away from it, as if it could stop the beast, he couldn't control himself; what would happen next?
The tentacles moved his flesh while caressing it, exposing his tailhole; it didn't take long before another one joined, aiming at the hole that was exposed to the sight of the beast that controlled them.
He could feel it rubbing against the entrance, the shape different from the others that were spreading him. The phallus-like tip was teasing him, prodding what he could offer; although he was ashamed of himself, he wanted it to push further, so the teasing would end.
Alas, the creature had no plan to stop, launching another tentacle to prod him, making sure that the being that it captured would be ready before it would move on with the next step of the process. There was no need to rush, not when its plans for the future where in motion and it was gathering precious information at the same time. Perhaps it would try to lure others of the same kind, if this one would prove to be ideal...
Without a warning, the tentacles that were prodding penetrated him, the phallus-shaped tips pushing deep inside him, making him moan in surprise. He was surprised that he could even take such girth, but there it was, inside his guts.
He thought that they would push deeper, but for a moment, their movement stopped, as if their goal was to get the reaction he had. Perhaps it was indeed the case that the creature's curiosity was sated with its exploration.
But as he felt the tentacles move in him, exploring and twirling, he knew that this was just the beginning; he could feel them stretching him, caressing every nook and cranny of his body, making him drool in delight.
The exploration soon stopped, followed by a dual piston action, the tentacles entering and exiting his body in unison, the combined girth and length making him groan and moan each time. The tentacles were working in a perfect unison, giving him the illusion that a single shaft was ravaging him.
Although he wanted to impale himself on it, to feel it more, his members were held to the ground by what appeared to be the slime, but he wasn't sure of it. All he knew was that he was held in place firmly while the tentacles were having their way with him, a situation that he didn't want to argue with anymore.
If only we would be able to stroke himself as his hardened shaft throbbed, hitting his lower belly, following that rhythm of the tentacle's treatment. Perhaps the pleasure would overcome him and there would be no need for such a thing, but at the moment, there was nothing he could do but give in...
The thrusting tentacles calmed down for a moment, only for a new one to approach his needy member; observing it, he noticed that its shape was quite different from the other ones. He wasn't sure what was its function, but as it was near his malehood, he could only theorize that the creature wanted to use it on itself.
Engulfing it, he could feel that this new one was massaging his throbbing shaft, as if it was trying to milk him. Why it was doing this was beyond his comprehension, for the time being, but he had to admit that it was quite a pleasant sensation...
As it was increasing in pace, he felt the tentacles deep inside him resume their activities, thrusting and exploring at a faster pace, pushing their exploration deeper. Although he was powerless to stop them, he had no desire to do so; each second of it was pure bliss, tainted with a bit of shame, for he was giving himself to a nameless creature.
But that thought didn't stop him from moaning from each thrust as he moved with the tentacles, feeling them accelerate once again, as the one that was stroking his member followed the rhythm as well.
A powerful thrust in his rear made him roar, as he felt the tentacles ejaculate in unison, his own throbbing member releasing a copious amount of semen, which the creature absorbed with the unique tentacle that surrounded his shaft. What it was going to do with it was not his concern, not after this wonderful time...
As the tentacles left his tailhole, he wondered if the being would permit him to leave this cave unharmed, or if his fate would be a different one. Only time would tell him what it would be... With questions rising in his mind, he didn't notice that another tentacle was approaching his used tailhole, one that also had a unique shape. Before he could observe it, it plunged into him, making him gasp in surprise, for he didn't think that it would continue.
?
It was a bigger than a single tentacle, but as not as big as the combined tentacles that gave him so much pleasure. What the creature wanted to do to him with this one was obscure to him, but there was nothing he could do, for he was still trapped to the ground.
This one wasn't thrusting that much in him; in fact, it seemed to have stopped moving as soon as it reached the deepest reaches he could offer. It was at this moment the he felt something hard pressing against his entrance for a moment; he could feel the tentacle push against his body, until the hard object passed inside him.
Turning his head, he noticed that the tentacle that was inside him was filled with bumps, bumps that seemed similar to eggs. As the ideas and images started to submerge his mind, he felt the objects filling him, his body's resistance lowered to a point that the tentacle had no problem pushing whatever it wanted in him. He could feel his stomach bulging, soon giving him the impression that he was pregnant, bearing some sort of strange, exotic life.
The implantation finished, the tentacle left his hungry hole, before the final one took its place; observing it, he noticed that it was the one that was milking him, a moment ago. As it plunged in him, the purpose of his capture was now becoming very clear to him...
Deep in him, he felt the tentacle unleash wave after wave of his own semen, using it to fertilize what it had implanted in him. The job done, it retracted itself from him, leaving him panting, heavy with a new burden.
The slime that had been holding him in place was now gone, but he wasn't sure he wanted to go to town right away; although he was unsure of what was going to happen next, he knew that the creature didn't want to hurt him, at least, not as long as he could be in a breeding condition. By leaving, he would expose the others to what he experienced, and that would be a thing he couldn't deal with.
And besides, why would he want to share, when he knew that once he would have given birth, it would mean the beginning of a new cycle, one that would be filled with pleasure as well? Caressing his stomach, he sat near a wall, as a tentacle soon joined him, making him realize that the creature wasn't going to abandon him...