Shovash Gods-Bane, World-Walker, the Witch Queen of the orc people whether they liked it or not, was bored.

Here in her private world, her pocket dimension of tunnels and hothouses and horrid things that lurked beneath the surface of the stone, she was surrounded by her children. Most of them carried the same marks of demonic heritage that she did, in addition to countless other mutations and deformations. It wasn’t as though she kept the useful children stuck in here, after all. She had a program going.

She had debated amusing herself with one of them - they were all fiends in nature, and thus she could bind them the same as any demon or devil she cared to call upon. She rarely had to, but the option was there.

Today, though, Shovash had bigger game in mind.

She went to the summoning area, a short walk, and found several of her children gathered there chatting. She ignored them completely and knelt. The demonic mouth grafted into her right hand made easy work of tearing into her left forearm, drawing blood. She smiled a twisted smile and began drawing in the blood, arcane runes and sigils and power-flow diagrams.

She’d done this a thousand times, perhaps literally, and it was easy work to draw out the summoning circle, keyed to the type of creature she intended to summon. It was from the Abyss, but older than a demon, a primordial evil.

She was in the mood for something strange.

Finally, some fifteen minutes later, she’d drawn the circle and checked it and rechecked it. She stretched her wings, another demonic graft to augment the Abyss’s taint in her blood, and began chanting. Most of her children scurried away at the harsh, guttural sound. There were strange layers and harmonics to it as she chanted not only out of her primary mouth, but also from her hands, her belly, even her tail. Five mouths, none of them hers.

The guttural chanting continued for ten full minutes, accompanied by hand gestures and rolling motions of her shoulders. Ripping a hole through the fabric of worlds was no easy task. At least, not for those who hadn’t already shredded planar boundaries so hard that telling the difference between one world and another was barely possible in her presence.

Fortunately, Shovash had.

Finally, she’d carved the very specific path out, tying her dimension to the deepest reaches of the Abyss, the places that predated any hint of material existence. And she sent out her call.

Almost as soon as the path was open, the monstrosity she had in mind drag-floated itself through.

Shovash had seen some truly disgusting things in her time, and done more than see them, at that. But even she gagged a little at this sight, relishing the twinge of disgust at the sight, the feeling of faint nausea.

It was a floating mass of intestines, slimy and writhing, individual strands twining around each other, rippling and pulsing. Each length of gut, where several emerged from the mass, ended in a fanged mouth. Another, larger maw was in the center of the mass, only visible when the intestines parted to show a glimpse of it before they squirmed back across it. The mass was nearly eight feet across.

Beyond the mouths, it had no features. No eyes, or even a face. Just mouths and intestines, the digestive system of a giant stripped of all other bodily features, nothing but consumption.

It spoke into her mind, a slithering voice that was full of hunger and need and sick, sadistic glee. Why did you call me? To what end?

She grinned a fanged smile, spread her wings, straightened to her full height. Her long, thin tail twisted out to one side and smiled as well. The patchy grey-black fur on her arms and chest was clearly visible as she shrugged out of the loose robe she’d worn for the ritual. Her crown of horns gleamed in the half-light of the summoning chamber. She was smeared with her own blood.

She projected her thoughts back at it, low and smooth and filled with their own twisted hunger. I want to spread your taint further. To use your strength.

It seemed to consider this. What do you wish for me to kill? it said after a long moment.

Not to kill. To birth. I want you to spread yourself into me, so that I might carry your spawn. Shovash grinned wider. Your spawn will serve me, but it will be yours, another vector for your touch.

There was an audible laugh at that, gurgling out of the creature’s many mouths. You want to carry my seed? Funny. I accept your terms. Feed me first.

She nodded. “Fetch one of the slaves,” she barked, and one of the three remaining offspring in the room jumped to obey. Within a minute, he returned, leading a feline slave girl. Shovash took her from his grip, kissed her full on the lips until she could feel the cat starting to react despite her horror at the sight.

Then she threw her into the circle, breaking it in an incandescent flash at the same time

What followed was...gruesome. The intestine-monster fell on the screaming, yowling feline instantly. Intestinal tentacles seized her limbs, holding her in place, while other tendrils tore into her flesh. Blood sprayed, getting all over the monster, over Shovash, over everything. The cat was still screaming right up until a tendril of intestine dove down her open mouth to eat her from the inside out.

Even Shovash was a little disgusted at that.

She was also astonished at the sheer quantity of flesh that the digestive fiend could consume, even though she knew that it was a scavenger of the Abyss whose entire existence was defined by the concept of consumption. It kept going, tearing at the tissue of the feline, until there was nothing left but bones. Most of those it cracked and sucked the marrow out of before casting aside.

Finally, it was done. It turned to face Shovash. And she advanced on it with a twisted grin.

It enveloped her and she allowed it to. Intestines wrapped around her wrists, holding them in place above her head. Two more tendrils grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart, the ends turning to press wet mouths against her skin and lick up the blood. She shuddered in ecstasy at the nauseating feel of the slick, squirming guts, at the sheer degradation of what she was allowing.

Intestines rubbed across her belly, feeling the edges of the huge fanged mouth there, teeth clicking on teeth where no such thing should be. They dragged up her body to her heavy breasts, and then found the nipples. Rings of teeth latched on, digging in hard enough to draw more blood, and the intestines began to suck on her nipples with a strange rippling motion.

Shovash just grinned, and squirmed within its grasp, enjoying the mingled pleasure and pain. She was already wet, she could feel that, and she was loving it.

The monstrosity could feel it too. It rubbed one tendril across the lips of her cunt even as another slipped along the lips on her face, the succubus’s mouth she had grafted on in place of her own. She kissed it back, and arched, and her knees spread a little more to allow the lower tentacle better access.

They both slipped in at once, hot and slick and nasty. She swallowed the upper tentacle down without gagging or choking. It had been years since she gagged. Lower down, she felt the friction of the wet intestines sliding into her cunt. Her hips rolled against it as much as her limited mobility allowed for. It dove deep, all the way to her cervix, and stayed there, writhing and pulsing within her body.

She moaned. It didn’t make a sound through what was effectively a heavy gag, but the monster could feel the vibration. It wriggled inside her. WIthin her cunt, a motion of the tentacle rubbed against a sensitive spot, even as another at her command latched onto her clitoris, biting and sucking.

Pain, pleasure, the two blended together until Shovash couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. The tentacle inside her was more flexible than any cock, wriggling within her body and rubbing against her insides. It was vibrating a little, a deep pulsing vibration that spiked the need within her a little higher.

It kept going, sucking and biting on her nipples, her clit, her tongues. The intestines inside her cunt were pulsing faster now. Her hips kept up the steady rolling motions, urging it on, feeling the hunger deep within her.

Finally, the intestinal fiend climaxed, to the extent that it had the capacity for that satisfaction, which was minimal. Its tentacles spurted thick, acidic goop on her, in her, everywhere. It burned, even through her thick, leathery demonic hide. The agony of suddenly having acid inside her throat and cunt and on her breasts was the last thing she needed, and she let out a mental cry that every one of her children in the plane would hear inside their minds.

They would know that their mother had just found release.

It was a long orgasm, as such things went, immediately followed by a second, weaker one. Her cunt rippled around the tentacle, squeezing more of the acid into herself until she was heavy with it. The beast smeared more of its acidic seed across her skin, mixing with the blood.

Finally, once her stomach was swollen and her cunt overflowing, it pulled its intestines back out of her. She gasped for air, grinning, as it released her. She could feel the burning settle into her body, a familiar feeling, and knew that it would take hold. In a short time, as such things go, she would birth another monstrous, tainted litter of orcs into the world.

More children, for her conquest.

She smiled and dismissed the binding on the monster. It slid back through the hole she’d opened, and she stood up with a yawn to go check on the fungal gardens.