Eldritch Quest part.10

    Thus Dorkaring returned to his all important quest, at least until he reached the next town where he decided to party with wenches and seek out a thief that had been stealing undergarments from clothes lines. Turned out to be a dwarf martial artist with a thing for explosives, from whom Dorkaring learned a recipe for a great explosive. The Dorkaring returned to his quest, but after a side trip where he fell a great stone tree with one chop to make a bridge across a dangerous river for a local farmer and his family to reach some herbs to cultivate he decided to go try out his sword on some odd jobs from the adventurer’s guild and bounty postings. He slew a Mushdoom that was on the rampage outside a village, stopped a rampaging magically mutated bull, caught a few thieves, stopped a bandit gang, and was sent on a task by a farmer to save his daughter who had been taken away in the night by a Slug Maiden.

 

    Dorkaring sneaks up on the cave of the Slug Maiden, inside he can hear a woman moaning in ecstasy. His mind turns to images of a young maiden being eaten out by a slug maiden, a monster he had only ever before seen pictures of. A creature with a slug like bottom only lime green and more slime like than slug, with a woman’s torso above and thin tendrils for hair. He sneaks up to a window like opening in the cave wall and crawls into see, what he sees makes his mouth drop. Indeed there is a brunette farm girl, stripped of her clothing, writhing on the ground moaning, except the lower half of her body is down the impossibly stretch mouth of the slug maiden. Her human top side is no bigger than a normal human woman, parts seen stretching with the other woman down her throat, with a giant slug body behind as if the human part were entirely just the head. The farmer’s daughter is pawing at the dirt of the cave floor, her face flush red, as she moans in pure pleasure, the lips of the slug maiden wrapped around her waist now and working their way up in seems.

 

   Dorkaring leaps down from the window and draws his sword, “release her now monster!”

 

   The girl moans, “she…she’s not…ooooohhhh…mmmm.”  

 

  The Slug Maiden rears up, a loud surprised moan escaping the girl as she is lifted high into the air; a long blue slimy tentacle of a tongue juts out from the Slug Maiden’s extended slime like jaw. It wraps around the girl’s waist pinning her arms to her sides, goes up between the breasts. It bends towards Dorkaring revealing the cone like head of the tongue has a mouth like opening and *hisses at him*. The girl opens her mouth and the tentacle shoots into it. In this same instant the girl is slurped down the Slug Maiden’s throat.

 

   “Demon!” yells out Dorkaring.

 

   “Not so fast,” says the Slug Maiden, “don’t you know Slug Maiden’s explode when killed? Kill me and the girl dies too.”

 

   “You just ate her,” says Dorkaring.

 

  “She is stored,” says the Slug Maiden, “kept alive and well, I am feeding her air…but if you really want her back I might be persuaded to oblige.”

 

   She smiles seductively at Dorkaring.

 

  “What do you want?”

 

  “A large strapping man like you? Sex of course.”

 

 “and you’ll let the girl go unharmed?”

 

  The Slug Maiden smiles, “promise,”

 

  Dorkaring pulls down his pants, already erect from earlier, “eh…where.”

 

  She moves up closer to him, just below the human abdomen section he can feel a slight opening, his dick slides right in. He doesn’t even need to do any work as it sucks on him, like pursed lips on a straw.

 

   “Kiss me,” she says as her blue tongue sticks out.

 

   He seals her mouth with his, wrestling her tongue with his, he is careful to mind an opening that appears on the end of the tongue, reminding him of what he saw before.

 

   “check this out,” she somehow says as the opening of her tongue slurps up his tongue, an erotic sensation he’s never felt before, and he’s had some weird experiences already.

 

   He thrusts his hips, unable to control himself as his dick and tongue are sucked on. She stops, on both ends as she says, “now suck on my tongue”.

 

   She pulls her mouth back from his and lets her tongue stick out, rigid. He puts his lips around her tongue and sucks on it back and forth, nearly gagging. But the returned attention to his dick makes him deal with it. Her tongue swells  in his mouth nearly choking him; but that glazed over, eyes rolled back expression on her face charges him on. He licks her engorged tongue, sucks on it, something about it reminds him of something else however.

 

   Her pussy suddenly opens up very wide and a long flat wet surface shoots out from it, between his legs, and cupping his ass as her arms wrap around him. She pulls him into the air and starts to thrust her tongue rapidly down his throat. She moans like a madwoman, her hair tendrils start whipping around and her eyes roll back as something, a lot of something shoots down his throat. He pulls himself free of the Slug Maiden, choking out a vomit stream of something white and thick, and very salty. He turns in time to see what looks like a green tongue roll up like a tube and retract into the Slug Maiden’s pussy as it too tightens up to the point it can’t be told apart from any of the other folds in her body. He looks up to see her tongue lulled out and dripping the white sludge onto the floor.

 

   She pants and says, “you give the best blowjobs.”

 

   His eyes shoot wide open, he looks at where the pussy was, and at her mouth and remembers what a slug looks like normally.

 

   He points at where the pussy was and utters, “wrong…hole…”

 

   The Slug Maiden convulses and the farmer’s daughter is brought back up and released on the ground. As the slug maiden lets her go, he sees her mouth and body covered in the same white sludge he just puked up, and finally as the legs are released a tongue the third one he has seen escapes the girl’s pussy lips, dripping the same fluid, and then a fourth he hadn’t noticed pulls free, also dripping from her rectum.

 

   She pants on the floor, “best…threesome…ever…”

 

   The Slug Maiden pulls all four tongues back in her mouth and says, “if you want to come back later big guy, I have a fifth penis too, we can give your hole some attention too.”

 

   He looks down to see the farmer’s daughter smiling up at him, albeit too worn out to continue for the time being.

 

   After a brief pause she says, “daddy sent you huh? He doesn’t approve of Valeria and I seeing each other, prude.”

 

   “What…” starts Dorkaring spitting out some more “sludge”.

 

  “When you said I ate Mal,” says Valeria, “I was tempted to say *Wrong hole*”

 

  She opens her mouth and five long blue tentacles come out as she stretches her mouth wider. Then startling him, the pussy opens up like a big O with a green tube that unfurls.

 

  “That’s her mouth,” says Mal, “the other mouth…on the human part…is her pussy slash dicks hole…thing, inside her her womb is like a super…mmmmm…” she strokes her tits and rubs her own clit in remembrance writhing on the ground, “orgy cave…mmm,”

 

   “Oh,” says Mal as the fifth tongue, penis, tentacle, reaches down and strokes gently over her pussy lips.

 

   “I…uh,…” says Dorkaring pulling up his pants and backing towards the wooden door over the cave entrance, “have…things…to do, right, I’m a hero, have to save the world from an evil goddess.”

 

   “Dorkaring…” moans Mal followed by an *oooh* as Valeria penetrates her, “come back soon…hero”

 

   Valeria smiles up at him too, “yeah…that duel blowjob was really hot…”

 

 

   Dorkaring turns and leaves, turning white as a sheet and holding his gut as he vomits. With a look of anger he looks back in the direction of the farm house. As he stomps through the woods, images of what just happened flash in his mind and words like, “that wasn’t so bad, she was sexy…that wasn’t really a dick, she’s a slug….remember school? Slugs are her…herma….ferdi….both sexes man, so its not gay….they only have one gender…plus tits man…tits…totally girl…just with tentacles that shoot splooge.”

 

   Dorkaring stops before the farm. The farmer sees him and comes out, “did you…”

 

   Dorkaring glares at him and stops, forgetting what he was going to say back when he started stomping over and instead says, “don’t hire anyone else to go after them…by order of Dorkaring, you send someone, I send you to prison for life!”

 

   “Y…yes sir,” says the frightened farmer.

 

   Dorkaring turns to leave and says, “I’ll be back,”

 

   If Dorkaring had returned to the cave he would have seen a stranger sight, as Mal says, “I need to get cleaned up for home…” and smiles at Valeria.

 

  “Pudding stick,” says Valeria opening her true mouth and rolling out her tongue. Mal lays on a nearby giant long leaf, and laughs as she rolls up some corners on her splooge covered body. Valeria comes over, and slides her tongue under the leaf and Mal’s legs, bringing her mouth over Mal’s feet, sucking as she goes, and slithering forward drawing Mal, and the leaf into her body. Valeria pauses as Mal’s hips and waist go in and gives a strong *suck* making Mal shiver and giggle, “you,” says Mal.

 

   “Arms,” says Valeria.

 

 “right,” says Mal, wrapping the leaf around her body like a blanket, tucking her arms in.

 

 Valeria streatches around Mal’s arms. She pauses briefly on the tits give then a long suck and then brings Mal’s body clear into her own body, stopping with just the tops of the shoulders, neck and head sticking out.

 

  “Touched bottom,” whispers Mal.

 

 “mmmmm,” says Valeria playing with her tits, “you are my favorite treat.”

 

 

     Mal makes a kissing motiong up at Valeria who sends down one of her phallic blue tongues. Mal sucks on the tip as it enters her mouth and says, “you’re my favorite treat too babe.”

 

    Inside the body, Mal can feel the plant dissolve around her, Valeria’s specialized herbivore saliva attacking plant matter but not animal matter doing its work. Valeria’s body undulates on Mal’s driving her crazy. That long tongue and body muscles manipulate Mal turning her around.

 

    “I want to taste those delicious tits,” says Valeria rolling her long tongue over Mal’s erect nipples. They both start bucking, Mal still sucking on that long phallic tentacle tongue. One might call it doggy style, in a not really sort of way, a style only possible with this arrangement of species. After they have both cum, Mal inside Valeria’s gut cavity, really a long mouth before the stomach/intestine coiled inside her, and Valeria a clear after cum that Mal mostly tries to swallow but some gets on the floor, they are both spent. Valeria crawls over to a mat, making Mal tremble from the movement, where she slowly spits her out, stopping briefly on her tits to enjoy the flavor for a moment longer.

 

   Mal and Valeria cuddle on the mat.

 

  Valeria whispers, “I am so glad I tried to eat you that first time.”

 

  Mal turns and kisses her, “I am so glad I wore that flower perfume the night I got lost in the woods, and took a nap outside your cave.”

 

  Valeria parts her hair and kisses her on the neck and says, “I know I was there you delicious inedible lover you.”

 

   A shimmer on the wall, something only Valeria sees, and smiles at enjoying that they were being watched.

 

  ******

 

   As Dorkaring climbs the mountain he sees an odd tiny wooden sign with a white face and black bold letters saying, [You need to save the world, you can fuck all the sex monsters you want when the world is not in peril.”

 

   “I know that Misaline,” says Dorkaring to the air and pulling the sign out, “the sword knows the way!”

 

   A silent figure invisible to him and further up the mountain side crosses her arms and thinks, “how was that a response to the sign?”

 

   Dorkaring travels the mountain, following a shimmer that appears when he points Exgladius in the right direction; something he learned from one of the many signs beings left for him. His travels through the mountains are long as he goes to heights and overlooks valleys he has never seen before, along the way even helping a lost tribe of Condor People far from their native lands find a Soul Stone that had been taken by a giant centipede, and amazingly did so without fucking the centipede. Well to be nice he doesn’t fuck most the things on these side quests, it just happens with more frequency than one expects from someone called a prince.

 

   Eventually he comes to a dry desert like sloping rocky side of the mountains overlooking a lush valley with a bean shaped lake in the middle. He fights a few flying monsters he has never seen before, like fangy bat winged mouths with tentacles and Bats Eyes, eyeballs with batwings that shoot acid tear drops, among some mole like things and such. He is lead to a sandstone like door guarded by a barrier not unlike that from the mansion, with a slot in the middle surrounded by strange runes in a circle. He slides the sword into the slot, easily penetrating the barrier. Please we hope he didn’t get off on that. Anywho, the door splits along the slot, two sides sliding open in protest. Inside is a long tunnel, magical lanterns ignite with smokeless flames leading the way. As he approaches a door there is a sudden strong gust of wind from behind him, and a black smoke that slithers around his feet with it racing through the door.

 

   He opens the black double doors decorated with imagery of a five headed dragon beast fighting a giant winged warrior woman. Inside the black mist obscures the far wall, a very bosom female frame emerges from the center of the best, knees bent, feet merged into the cloud, back in the cloud, arms free, long wavy wild hair that merges into the cloud. She has no mouth, however she does have a nose, and two pupil less red eyes.

 

   Dorkaring remembers Rhulan, this does not look like her, however her voice comes from it, “Foolish hero, have you come here only to die?”

 

   Dorkaring smiles as he draws his sword, “I have fought many monsters, and I know your secret.”

 

   “Really?” offers the dark mist.

 

  “I can either thrust Exgladius the legendary blade into your heart, killing you…or I can thrust something else into you…” he smiles smugly, “turn you away from evil and…”

 

   She aims her palm at him, throwing him with an unseen force into the wall, smacking him hard against it. He reaches behind his head and feels the blood escaping his scalp.

 

   “Raaaaa!” he yells flying forward with the legendary blade. He goes right through her and stabs something with a crinkling sound.

 

   The mist laughs wildly and maniacally. It clears from the room revealing that he has stabbed his sword into a giant blue crystal on the far wall. The crystal cracks and vanishes like dust that evaporates in the air. There is a sudden rumbling and the voice from the mist before, “you are going to want to run now.”

 

   Dorkaring flees the crumbling cave escaping to the outside. The ground is still shaking, but what he sees stops him flat on his feet. The mountain to the north has opened up. Great clouds of dust fill the air. Something, something as massive as the mountain emerges, a great beast whose body could shadow any village he has ever seen, whose leg alone would be sufficient to smash his castle back home with merely a step. Its body is not unlike a stocky dog with thick legs and strong rounded frame. Its underbelly and legs are covered in large golden round turtle shell like plates. Its feet sport four relatively short toes with white cone shaped claws. Its back sports over layered white blade like armor plates. Two tails can be made out going back into the black swirling abyss that the open mountain leads into, the darkness that was the beasts prison. The monster sports five heads, three at the top with relatively long serpentine necks with snake belly undersides and armored plate dorsal sides. It has the heads of frilled dragons. Two other similar necks and heads come off of the shoulders of its front limbs.

 

   The monster doesn’t move forward anymore, its tails whip up and down slowly as its heads kind of move back and forth and though surveying the land through squinting eyes.

 

  Xin appears before Dorkaring, “What have you done?”

 

  “What?” asks Dorkaring.

 

  “You were supposed to use Exgladius to slay the evil witch, not destroy the seal of Shabhigdra!”

 

   “Who?” asks Dorkaring.

 

  “The unspeakable one,” says Xin, “that’s its name Shabhigdra, and that’s what you see over there! But all is not lost. You can slay it. Become a hero of legends that will be told even after they become myth millennia from now. A name remembered for all eternity.”

 

 

   Dorkaring looks at his sword, legendary it might be, and then at the lumbering monstrosity that makes trees look like cut grass beneath it, upon whose back a city could be built.

 

   “It is not fully awake,” says Xin, “if it were its wings would have emerged and it would fly to the moon to wage war on the goddess that sleeps there who imprisoned it long ago…or first destroy as much of the world she loved so much to draw her out. But you have Exgladius, upon the monster’s back near its heads there is a glowing white sigil, stab it there with the sword and it will die. It was a failsafe of the goddess should the monster ever awaken.”

 

   Dorkaring is about to speak with a questioning look when Xin says, “she is a benevolent goddess even towards world ending monsters, she’d rather seal it than kill it. So that death point was a safe guard kind of thing.”

 

   Dorkaring nods and heads off, climbing over the mountain, a longer trek than one thinks, but the beast remains there, just standing there day after day. However as Dorkaring gets closer something changes, he can see wings begin to grow from its back red membranes and golden scale covered limbs with black stripes.

 

   “Slow to rise,” says Dorkaring as he comes upon the cliff overlooking the monster’s back. Its wings are halfway grown, he can see black circles with purple spots in the center on the wings, like those on a butterfly, except these are like some mutated cross between bat wings and butterfly wings. He leaps onto the monsters back. As he makes his way towards the head, things come out from between the scales, horrible things with spindly bodies and many mouths; hook armed things with glowing Cyclops eyes, drill armed beetles, and armored worms. He fights his way through the abyssal hordes.

 

   Upon arriving before the sigil he stabs Exgladius into it. Massive white sparks shoot over the monster’s body, it lets out a horrific deafening roar from its five heads. The sigil vanishes and the heads bend backwards, trying to look at its own body. The space around the sigil morphs into eight miniature heads, all still towering over him, that look down on him and speak in unison, “Who dares strike Shabhigdra the destroyer of worlds?...hmm…tiny mortal man with dragon’s blood? You are no match for Shabhigdra, merely another parasite upon our back.”

 

   “Those…were parasites,” thinks Dorkaring.

 

  He aims his sword high and announces, “I am the Great Hero Dorkaring, legendary Hero, I have slain many monsters, seen many things, I will not fall here monster! I the great hero Dorkaring will van…vanquit…destroy you!”

 

    Shabhigdra laughs, its eight mini heads speak, “Let’s see how long you last little insect.”

 

   It shoots energy beams from its mouth while Dorkaring leaps about slashing at them. Each falls and vanishes in black smoke as he slashes them off. However another grows back, each time the larger necks bend impossibly backwards, their dorsal plates changing into a kind of octopus like skin, the heads slowly rotating as long five forked pink tentacle like tongues slowly come from the mouths. Just as he is starting to fight these spike covered tongues that are all around him, blocking him in something happens.

 

   Upon the valley floor Shabhigdra did not see her there, distracted by the Holy Sigil of Celestial Lightning, and Dorkaring’s attacks it did not notice the sorceress Rhulan emerge, did not notice as she summoned a long black broadsword with a black hilt, whose guard looks like black feathers. It did however notice the attack.

 

    “Moon Clever!” yells out Rhulan unleashes a massive black energy wave that thanks to the five heads all leaning back together cuts through all five necks at once. The gust of wind from the attack throws Dorkaring off his feet. Before the heads can fall Rhulan as thrown a large red orb, Telekinetically thrusted and thrown together the orb to send it as fast as possibly into the wound of Shabhigdra.

 

   It is as if time stops. The heads do not fall upon Dorkaring, he simply stands there confused. Red cracks like lines on shattering glass form all over the monster’s body. A massive scurrying can be heard as the parasites flee in a cloud from the body. The body cracks apart and falls in slow motion, splintering and exploding in red mist that gets sucked towards the center. Dorkaring leaps down upon falling pieces, one to another as the necks, body, and legs come apart and are drawn up towards the center. Thanks to his immense strength and durable body he is able to leap the final twenty feet to the ground from a floating shell piece. He watches as the mountain sized behemoth vanishes into a red mist that circles into a single point.

 

  The red glowing point flies down and lands in the hand of Rhulan, who is not standing but a few dozen feet away. He watches as she puts the orb into a blackness in her cape, and withdraws her magic sword into a portal.

 

   “Witch!” yells out Dorkaring, leaping from the bushes with his sword.

 

  “The horndog lives,” says Rhulan, “not that I am one to speak about unusual sexual partners.”

 

   He aims his sword at her, “I see your game now, you…did something…caught that monster, and plan to use it as a weapon!”

 

   Rhulan shrugs, “kind of right, but not the way you think.”

 

  “Die!” he yells out slicing at her with Exgladius.

 

  Her arms glows blue as she backhands the blade, shattering it….

 

   Shattering it? Dirt and dust, sandstone shatters in the air. In Dorkaring’s hand is a crumbling sandy hilt.

 

   “What…” starts Dorkaring.

 

  “I used you,” says Rhulan, “I could not touch that sword, don’t worry its back with your dragon lover at the bottom of her lake. It used equal mass transportation and switched with some sediment in the same shape and packed into the same density. Just contacting my aura was enough to send the blade away.”

 

   “Used me?” asks Dorkaring.

 

  “Yes,” says Rhulan, “that goddess sealed that Eldritch Abomination well, gems only a mortal could touch as they would move away from one such as I, not that I needed them to travel to the Timeless Lands, but the sinker was always that sword I couldn’t touch, needed to open a door whose barrier would only teleport one such as I away back to the Timeless Lands, and needed to break that seal to open the subspace in which that slumbering horror was imprisoned. In the time it took you to get to it, I was able to stealth fully plant that holy sigil on its back…”

 

   Dorkaring stammers, “wha…huh…I…”

 

  “Anywho,” says Rhulan, “the long short is, I needed someone who could pass those tests to get that sword, only a legendary hero could do that, and to use that sword to free that monster, again something only a legendary hero could do…granted one being tricked to that specific thing rather than just walk away with the sword, and only someone with such power as yours could survive on that thing’s back to distract it long enough to give me a clear shot with the Seraphim Sword, unless I got all give heads at once it would just regenerate…heal really fast….and probably fully wake up from the shock and fly away making the fight a billion times more difficult and destructive.”

 

  “I’m…still a hero?” asks Dorkaring.

 

  “Yes,” says Rhulan with a smile and hands on hips, “you are still a hero, you did lots of good deeds, in a rather amusing manner at times, and were key in finishing off a horror just waiting for someone or time its self to erode the seal, before destroying this world. So yes, you have a legendary tale to tell.”

 

   “But…you…she said you were the goddess of chaos.” says Dorkaring.

 

  “Young man,” says Rhulan in a tone that surprises Dorkaring as she sounds like a teacher, “you should never confuse chaos with entropy, chaos is the force that drives change in the universe, entropy…as this monster represents, only seeks destruction.”

 

   With that Rhulan vanishes in a portal leaving Dorkaring to stand in the valley alone.

 

   After a few moments Dorkaring starts to walk.

 

   “I see you are without a sword brave hero,” says a sultry voice in the wind. Several wind Nymphs appear, “we the guardians of the Water Temple saw your great feat, your unrivaled assistance to a deity in defeating the ancient horror. For your bravery we gift you with our bodies and after words will grant you the Silver Sword of Sarma, a mighty blade befitting a mighty hero.

 

   Dorkaring starts to take his tunic and armor off heading towards the meadow filled with Nymphs while saying, “here we go again,” followed by the nymphs giggling.