Wraithspider - Chapter 3 - Part 2

Chapter 3 - Part 2: The Forgotten Idol

The two elven women stand only a stones throw from the ancient temple, what once must have been a truly magnificent sight, it's people dead long enough for that even elves don't remember who they were. Somewhere inside is the information leading to the Eye of Sellyce, a magical gem of great power...

"Yeah, much closer. Glad I'm not paying for you as a guide!" Alystin smiles at her sylvan elf companion, fluttering her eyelashes prettily at the pained expression she recieves from her lover.

"This way." Shaking her head, cracking a wry smile, Rhiannon carresses the beautiful dark elf's cheek as she steps past. Heading to their left, Rhiannon leads Alystin down the length of the wall, past where it straigtens out, around the left wing of the temple. Rounding the corner, they can see the entrance, a worn stone arch, short steps leading up to the landing before it. Six pillars hold a heavy stone canopy over the entry way.

"Y'know, something has been bothering me; why is the temple so far from the city?"

"Maybe this used to be a place of power?" Rhiannon starts towards the entrance. "I do know that the city is in a valley, you'd be able to see that just beyond that treeline the groundlevel starts to drop." Gesturing, she indicates the area immediately opposite the entry.

Alystin thinks she can see a bit more stone, like a free standing arch or something, just inside the treeline. "Okay. Have you been in here before?"

"Nope."

"Let me go first then; stone and shadows is my thing." Stepping past Rhiannon, eyes roving carefully over the stone entry, looking for signs of weakness, Alystin takes a first careful step inside the ancient temple.

The late afternoon sun is over the other far end of the temple, so barely any light is making it's way into the temple. Eyes adjusting to the dark, Alystin edges in deeper, taking note of a sickly sweet scent in the stagnant air, decay, she realizes. The interior of the temple here is obviously an antechamber, fine arches marking halls to either side, and a great arch across from her leading deeper into the temple.

Rhiannon follows Alystin in, nose curling at the smell, across what must once have been a very beautiful room to the great arch. Both elven women move with complete silence, soft boots not even making a scuffing noise on the cracked marble floor.

Looking in to the next room, pitch black now, her eyes fully adjusted, Alystin can now see quite clearly, although everthing is cast in cool blue. Her excellent drow vision, gained from generations of living underground, is able to pick out the broken forms of statues and marble benches, even rubble and loose stones on the floor. Everything but finer textures and subtle detail is still visible to her, despite the large size of the room ahead. Another arch across this room leads to a long wide hallway, old torch sconces visible as far down the hall as Alystin can see. Turning, she looks at Rhiannon, the wood elf a warm glow of red and orange against the cool blue stone of the temple walls.

Whispering, "Your eyes are...wow, Alystin, that's creepy!", Rhiannon is stunned at the drow's eyes actually glowing in the dark, two small glowing red orbs. Rhiannon herself is having a much more difficult time seeing, her own vision optimized for the outdoors at night, not the utter darkness of a cave. Still, she can see Alystin clearly enough, and the walls and larger shapes well enough to avoid them easily.

Holding a finger up to her lips, Alystin whispers back to her, "Shh...now follow me close, and try and step right where I do; there's lots of loose debris all over the floor here."

Gingerly, each step carefully placed, Alystin leads Rhiannon across the larger room, down into the hall. An even larger room seems to open up ahead of them.

Heading out into the main hall, old marble benches, cracked and chipped, line the way to either side. The hall is so large Alystin can't see the other end. "It's supposed to be a relief at the back of the hall, so it should be here, on one side of this hallway or the other."

"Doesn't it seem strange that they'd have a secret passage in the main hall?"

"Yeah, I thought that, too. Maybe that's why they say no one has ever found it; that and it's got a command word to open it. Let's try this way first.", Alystin whispers, proceeding to check the right hand wall. She's running her fingers over it genlty, trying to find the bas-relief that should be carved into it. Only a couple feet in, her fingers feel the shallow depressions of a carving. Working her way along until feels she is about central to it, then whispers to the wall, "Klatu boronis niktu."

Nothing happens.

"There's another here...they seem to be about eight feet on a side, then there's another one..." Rhiannon has moved past her, and is standing about ten feet past her, facing the wall.

Moving down to join her, Alystin tries the command words again, and nothing happens. Gradually, the two elves make their way down the wall, trying at each section. Finally, near the corner of the back wall, the second last carving, Alystin says the words, and the relief shimmers slightly, not casting any light or making any noise, but it seems to disappear to her vision.

Rhiannon doesn't see this; her vision still sees the wall in front of her. "Only one more left to try here."

"Hold on a moment..." Putting her hand into the space in front of her, Altystin feels a very slight pressure, then her hand breaks through feeling a strangely moist and warm air beyond. "The wall turned illusory, Rhiannon; I can't even see it now, since it's not got any...temperature any more."

"Whew...good, I was wondering how you stuck your arm in the wall! We going through?"

"Yeah." Stepping through the non-existent wall, Alystin is almost overwhelmed by the sudden warmth of the air. The passage back here is a landing, about ten feet and then stairs down. Sconces on the wall seem to have something in them, not the taper of a candle or a torch, something like a 'T' with the bottom stuck into the wall. Taking a few careful steps in, and the question is answered when the hall is suddenly filled with a gradually brightening light, crystals in the sconces flaring with a soft glow.

"Ahh! Fucking things..." Alystin covers her eyes quickly, the suddeness of even this soft glow mildly painful.

Rhiannon has very little problems, though, her eyes adjusting to the light almost as quickly as it brightens. Looking around her, she sees the wall solid behind her, and carving on these walls, too. The carvings here are odd though, not at all like the feel of the ones outside would suggest, women standing high on a dais, men standing lower, seemingly closer to the viewer than the women. "At least we might be able to figure something out about what happened to these people from these carvings."

After taking a moment to let her eyes adjust, Alystin continues, looking at the walls momentarily, "Yeah...maybe the women here got the right idea..." Reaching the stairwell, Alystin sees more sconces, all flaring to life as the women descend the staircase.

The carvings on the wall continue to change, gradually the female figures get more and more dominant, male figures reduced to more subservient roles in each new image. Eventually, once Rhiannon and Alystin have reached the bottom of the stairs, the male figures have disappeared completely, and the pictures have begun to take on a definate sexual overtone.

Reaching out to touch one, depicting various women in couples touching, seductively, but nothing overt, Alystin turns and winks at Rhiannon, whispering, "Yep, they totally got the right idea!"

"Right...", Rhiannon rolls her eyes, "Seriously, Alystin, can you smell something? Kind of a faint sweet perfume?"

She stops for a moment, sniffing. She also notices she's starting to perspire slightly, "Yeah...now that you mention it, like rotting flowers kind of. It's warmer, too. Let's go, there's got to be something else down here."

The passage continues, crystals still lighting as they venture deeper. The marble carvings continue to change, sequentially, almost like some kind of story. Near the end of the hall and the women in the images are often disrobed, and engaged in everything short of actual sexual acts with each other. Stopping just outside a room, still unlit, Alystin looks to her sylvan companion questioningly, "You think that maybe this stuff is some kind of history?"

"Could be, but then why is it hidden down here?"

"Yeah...some kind of prophecy, then? A dream? What if all the clergy here where women? Did they dream of getting rid of the men entirely? What if they did?! Then they all died out 'cause they couldn't have children on their own?"

Rhiannon looks at her skeptically, "Why would they do something so dumb?"

"Maybe whatever god this temple under here leads too promised them they'd be able to have daughters together or something? Through some ritual, say."

"And then the god didn't come through? Basically tricked them into sacrificing their entire society?"

"Maybe...let's go. It's way to late anyway." Stepping into the room, light flaring from the crystals dimmer, softer. The sweet smell of dead flowers is stronger, spicier. Alystin is surprised at how well preserved the room is, almost untouched except for a thick coat of dust over everything. The furniture is fine, deep reds and purples, plush divans and couches with fine dark wood trim. There are several freestanding lamps, all with light emanating from the standard crystals, and underfoot, a huge soft carpet, about two feet left of stone floor all the way round. Tapestries are interspersed with the bas-relief, the progression of the images halted, all of them showing women engaged romantically. The entire setting is decidedly romantic, in fact, Alystin decides.

Rhiannon puts a hand lightly on Alystin's shoulder, getting the dark elfs attention. "Can you feel it? It's...I'm getting all...aroused here..."

"Take it easy, it's got to be that perfume; something in the air." she replies, taking Rhiannon's hand off her shoulder gently. "It hasn't gotten to me yet, but drow are more resistant to poisons and magic."

There are three more exits from the room, and Alystin decides to head simply deeper, crossing the thickly carpeted floor quickly. Rhiannon follows close, noticing her own damp warmth, sweet arousal making her perspire more.

Approaching the dark hallway beyond, Alystin sees something moveing in the shadows at the last second! "Back!", she cries, holding her arm out to stop Rhiannon and taking a step back just in time to avoid a clawing hand reaching from the darkness!

A rotting arm lashes out again, followed quickly by the rest of the zombies decaying corpse as the foul thing moans breathlessly. Rusting plate armour hangs loose on the body, parts fallen completely off or hanging on barely, holes and chunks missing entirely in the chainmail undersuit.

Rhiannon steps around Alystin, swiftly drawing her twin swords, as the zombie lurches forward, arms grasping desperately, far slower than either of the elven women. Both swords strike out, so fast the zombie seems to just fall to pieces on the floor, both legs and an arm missing. It twitches for a moment, than the magic animating the corpse is dispersed, and it lies still.

Another moan alerts the two women to another zombie, then two...

Two more zombies emerge from the dark hallway, one a dwarf in crumbling armour, which would have been both sturdy and intricate once, and the other a human or elf in tattered soft leathers. Both emerge pawing for the more agile women, missing by miles.

Alystin hefts her battleaxe, finally having freed it from the way she carries it on her back, and keeping her distance from the zombie she steps sideways, slashing down and across. Both of the zombies arms fall to the floor, and Alystin finishes the taller corpse with a sideways slash going almost all the way through the soft decaying flesh.

Rhiannon makes short work of hers, her speed and agility keeping her well away from the shorter arms of the dwarf zombie. Several fast cuts with almost the very tips of her swords, and it falls to the floor, unmoving.

Whiping the bits of rotten flesh and congealed blood off, Rhiannon turns to Alystin, forgotten arousal coming back to her with the short combat over. "Somebody else made it down here, anyway. Can't harldy smell them though; must be that perfume."

"Yeah, but these guys were here recently; that armour is a new design." Alystin points, indicating the first one they killed, "A dwarven armourer and weaponsmith in Kresskeep, down south, near where I'm from, makes it, but only came up with that design recently, like a decade ago."

Rhiannon cocks her head, looking at Alystin like she's full of complete shit, "And how the hell do you know that?"

"What?" Alystin looks at her innocently, "Seriously! I'm positive! I buy my throwing daggers from Dekkard! He makes the best I've ever found! Wait! Here...check it out, his mark should be on both this dagger and the armour!" Taking one of her throwing daggers, Alystin hands it to Rhiannon, "Here, right where my finger is; Dekkard's sigil."

Somewhat reluctantly, rolling her eyes, Rhiannon takes the dagger from Alystin. She notes the sigil, dwarven for sure, all harsh crisscrossing straight lines engraved with expert care into the base of the blade. Kneeling, she looks a the armour, obviously just humouring Alystin, "Where?"

"I don't...no...I think most armourers mark each peice. Probably on the inside?"

"Right. This armour is way to far gone to be only ten years old. It's dwarven steel, that's for sure, and that stuff lasts millenia." Gingerly picking up a rusting but mostly intact shoulder plate, Rhiannon turns it over, checking for the sigil; she finds it, a small engraving near one of the rusting edges. Blinking in slight disbelief, she looks up at Alystin, "You were right; here it is. How did you recognize it..."

"I've got a great memory; training. I just kind of remembered it because Dekkard finished the first suit on a day I went in to get some more knives. He was really proud and showed it to me."

"Showed it to you? Why? It's not like you'd wear a suit of plate, would you?"

"No, but I've been buying knives and daggers from him for over fifty years."

"Oh." Holding it by the blade, Rhiannon offers the handle of the dagger to Alystin, still not sure she believes the drow. "Why don't we get moving? I'm really feeling this...arousal; I'd like to get out of here."

"I'm starting to get that feeling a bit, too." Taking her dagger back, Alystin steps over the dwarven corpse, glancing down as she does, "Millenia, hmm? Maybe something in here."

As Alystin steps past her, heading into the dark corridor, Rhiannon notices a tear in Alystin's shirt, under her arm, "Wait, were you hit?"

"What? No, I don't think so. Why?"

"Here." Motioning forAlystin to raise her arm, Rhiannon pokes her finger into the small tear.

Alystin's shirt tears more, effortlessly, as the drow twists to look. "Hey! Watch it!"

"I didn't do anything!" Rhiannon shrugs, and there is a sudden clatter on the floor immediately behind her! She turns to look, hand reaching for her sword, and she sees the contents of her pack on the floor at her feet.

Standing behind her, Alystin can see what has happened, "Shit, the bottom of your pack is rotted out." Thinking quickly, Alystin flexes her right arm, moving it in a big circle; her shirt tears at the shoulder, the sleeve sliding part way down her arm.

Rhiannon turns back to face Alystin, watching as the drow peels the sleeve all the way of, just the sight of the bare dark arm enough to spike her arousal even more. "Something in here for sure. We better move before we don't have anything left."

Alystin says nothing, she just nods, the expression on her face all business, and turns into the corridor. A wave of arousal hits her as the crystals in the passage flare to life, the light revealing another batch of carvings on the walls. Scenes are now much more blatant, women ingaged in full out sexual acts with each other. Each image is more graphic and 'perverse' than the last, and by the end of the hall the women in the pictures are utilising various interesting devices to pleasure themselves or each other.

A short staircase leads into the next room, six steps down. Carefully, Alystin steps into the room, again crystals begin to glow, but brightening slowly, the center of the hexagonal room still in shadows. The heat in here is almost unbearable, and sweat is pouring down her face. Whipping her brow, she takes the next step down, and as she moves her arm she accidentally bumps the handle of one of her belt daggers. The rotted leather on the hilt falls away, and her belt snaps, falling to the ground. Quickly grabbing for her breeches as they start to slide down, and Alystin's hand comes away gripping a piece of cloth, her pants piled loosely around her feet.

Rhiannon smiles at the sight of her lover naked from the waist down, again, as Alystin turns to look at her, a wry expression on the dark elf's face. "You really do have a hard time keeping your pants on, don't you?" Rhiannon feels almost overwhelmed by the lust building inside her. She is marvelling at her own self-discipline, distracted by this as well, as she follows Alystin down the stairs.

Alystin steps out of her breeches, barely breaking stride to grab up her belt. She turns to watch Rhiannon walk down the steps, drinking in the sight of the sexy sylvan elf's walk. She smiles lustily when one of Rhiannon's scabbards sways back, catching the hem of her soft breeches, tearing the leg open. "Looks like you're only barely hanging on to yours yourself..." Alystin flushes at the slim bare leg, the soft light in the room seeming to pick out the faint greenish tinge of the sylvan elf's pale skin.

"Ha ha. We'll be lucky to get out of here with anything on at all." Rhiannon looks down at her torn breeches, lifting up her tunic causes it to crumble, the leather seeming to have hardened with centuries of age. Most of her leather falls away, just bits hanging over her shoulders and upper chest, leaving her shiny elven mithril shirt underneath, hanging to her upper thighs, as it should. Touching the chainmail, she looks back up at Alystin, "Elven mithril is ageless; it can't rust or decay at all...", her voice trails off, she is staring at something behind Alystin...

Seeing the strange expression on Rhiannon's face, Alystin turns, noticing the light in the room has brightened, maybe even becoming better lit than the halls. Behind her Alystin finds a three foot high statue, oddly shaped, it rests a few inches of the floor on a pedestal, runes carved around the circumference. The statue itself is a textured blob, flatter on top, but the most unusual feature is several dozen protusions scattered almost randomly over it. These objects are mostly short, seven or eight inches, a couple of inches thick, and bent and twisted in odd ways. It is then that Alystin suddenly notices a foot sticking out from behind the statue.

As she quietly moves around the statue to investigate, Alystin draws a dagger from the belt in her hand, but the blade snaps as the sheath falls apart...sighing, she reaches for her axe, but it falls away, the harnesses rusted buckles giving out and taking what's left of her tunic with it. She jumps back as the axe clatters to the ground, and draws her kris. Hesitating, she glances at the dagger in her hand, and is relieved to see the blade dark and weeping poison as it should.

Rhiannon moves up next to her, both swords in her hands, gleaming blades unblemished in the still brightening room.

Before the two sweaty elven women lies the desicated corpse of another woman, tatters of clothing and rusted chainmail lying about the body.

"This one isn't moving..."

"Yeah.", Alystin agrees, turning to examine the statue up close. "Goddess...take a look at this, Rhiannon, the whole thing is covered with little naked women fucking!"

Rhiannon steps over one leg of the corpse, barely able to keep her hand from Alystin's bare bottom. Checking over the statue herself, she sees it is indeed covered with carvings of a lesbian orgy. Every inch of the texture on the blob and the protrusions is an ever changing mass, no part of the scene seems to repeat itself, of beautiful slender women having sex.

"Hey, and there's writing on this pedestal." Alystin is down on one knee, trying to decipher the odd runes. "It looks kind of elven, actually...something about the gods dark eye, no wait...the dark god's eye? Maybe...this is all messed! 'The Temple of the Eye'? The Grand Temple in Sellyce? Aww...shit...something about a temple in the city, and I think it's saying the Eye is there!"

Rhiannon notices something odd about the protrusion on top of the statue, the small curved dome near the top seems to be broken. Curiousity overwhelming her lust, she reaches for it...

"Guess I'll be going to Sellyce for sure; let's get going." Standing, Alystin notices Rhiannon reaching for the statue, "Stop! What..."

Too late, Rhiannon has already taken the object from the top of the statue. All at once, as she lifts it free, the lights in the room flicker, then brighten even more, the room seems to heat up even more and the perfume seems to grow heavier. So does the arousal the two women are feeling.

Rhiannon only steadies herself by shear will, her knees have gone weak with her lust, as she examines the object in her hand, carved from the same stone as the rest of the statue. The eight inch curved protrusion is attached to a small rounded piece, that lengthens and curves away from the protrusion. This in turn is connected to another, smaller, protrusion, on the opposite side from the first one. Three delicate silver chains connect each corner, meeting in the back to form a harness. Naturally the entire thing is covered with delicate carvings of women engaged in carnal acts with each other. "What the..?"

"Oh, goddess, this is too much." Alystin is leaning on the statue herself, her hand pressed at the wet folds of flesh between her thighs. "It's a strap-on; this is insane. Let's go." Turning to leave, Alystin is overwhelmed by weakness and collapses to her hands and knees.

"Alystin!" Rhiannon drops next to her, still holding the dildo, and is alarmed to see the drow's skin dry enough to show little white flecks against her dark skin. "Your skin..." Looking over at the desicated husk next to them, then at the carvings on the blob idol next to them, a desperate idea comes to her and Rhiannon throws her arm around Alystin and pulls her upright on her knees, then lustily kisses the beautiful drow.

Alystin almost feels Rhiannon's lust pour over her, and almost right away she can feel strength returning to her drained body. Breaking their embrace for a moment she whispers throatily, "You're pretty clever cousin...", then she kisses Rhiannon deeply.

Pulling Alystin tight into her hungry embrace, Rhiannon virtually wipes the remnants of the drow's shirt from her, leaving the dark elf naked save for her soft ankle boots. Her hands roam freely over the smooth obsidian skin of her lover, and Rhiannon can feel rough patches of dry skin soften under her touch. Still, she does not let go of the dildo in her hand, and is surprised to find it seems to begin to grow and throb in her grip.

Alystin presses her body against Rhiannon, rubbing her large breasts against the surprisingly soft elven mithril shirt. The textured feel of the fine links against her stiff nipples arousing her further, she slips her hand into the wood elf's torn breeches, fingers searching for the flower of her lovers tender pussy. A quick jerk of her arm and Rhiannon's breeches tear completely, falling to the floor.

Never breaking their kiss, Rhiannon struggles one handed with her belt, finally it the leather just cracks. She feels Alystin's hand move away from her cunt, delicate fingers drawn sensuously up her labia and over her belly, to lift the hem of her mail.

"C'mon...get this off..." Alystin breathes into Rhiannon's mouth, their lips barely parting, as she lifts the mail shirt, the soft liner underneath still intact. Pulling away, Alystin delights in the sight of Rhiannon's pert little breasts as the shirt is lifted high. Leaning forward, Alystin kisses first one, then the other small hard nipple, Rhiannon's arms raised, as they work to finally finish removing her chainmail.

Finally naked, Rhiannon leans back slightly, one arm wrapped around Alystin as her free hand pulls the dark elf's head into her bossom. Moaning with the feel of her lovers tongue on her nipples, she traces the throbbing dildo down Alystin's back. Holding it more by it's base, the sylvan elf runs the dildo between the lovely round globes of Alystin's ass, brushing it over the tight star of her sphincter, gently pushing just the very tip of it into the wet folds of the drow's slit. Alystin moans around Rhiannon's breast, her tongue teasing the nipple clenched lightly between her teeth, as she pushes herself back onto the throbbing dildo, letting the tip just barely pass her moistening nether lips.

Reaching around behind her, Alystin takes Rhiannon's arm, pulling the dildo away from herself. "Get this thing on." Alystin says urgently, one hand on the sylvan elf's hip motioning for her to stand.

Somewhat confused, Rhiannon does as she is bid, letting Alystin take the strap-on dildo from her. She watches as Alystin, on her knees in front of her, undoes the clasp holding the three chains.

"Goddess, this thing throbs nicely..." Alystin smiles up at Rhiannon wickedly as she leans forward, wrapping her arms around her pale lovers waist to attach the chain harness. Kissing smooth muscular belly in front of her, Alystin presses the central piece up into Rhiannon's pussy, the smaller phallic protrusion entering the sylvan elf's sopping cunt easily. Finding the clasp, Alystin attaches the final chain, Rhiannon's gasp of surprise startling her almost as much as the chains tightening themselves, pulling the harness dildo firmly into place.

"Ahh! Oh...I can feel this!" Rhiannon's eyes are wide with surprise as she takes the shaft in her small hand, wrapping her fingers around it and stroking. She is amazed, able to feel her touch through the shaft, each of her fingers on the phallus, not the phallus in her hand. "I...it's like a part of me!"

Still on her knees in front of Rhiannon, Alystin looks at her curiously, then leans forward and kisses the tip of the stone shaft, surprised at how soft and smooth it seems to be suddenly. "How about that?"

Rhiannon moans, "Yeah, I could feel your lips touch it...mmmmm..." she moans again as Alystin brushes her hand aside and kisses the shaft once more. Rhiannon looks down through eyes half-closed with lust, watching what she feels as Alystin wraps her own soft hand around the two inch thick shaft. Taking one of her small breasts in hand, pinching and teasing her nipple, Rhiannon moves her hips slightly, loving the feel of Alystin's lips against the fake cock. Rhiannon moans, Alystin's lips and tongue moving along the side of the now ten inch shaft, over to the tip, then pushing it up, licking the underside.

Alystin grins wickedly, eyes alight with lust and amusement, as she caresses the smooth phallus with her lips and tongue. Relishing Rhiannon's moans, Alystin traces the textures of the carvings with the ip of her tongue, the naked women seem to writhe in their orgy with the throbbing of the shaft.

Taking Alystin's head in her free hand, Rhiannon pulls her in, twisting and thrusting her hips urgently to push the thick shaft between Alystin's full lips. "AHH!" she cries out, the warm wetness of the dark elf's mouth shocking to her this way, felt through the magic of the dildo. Firmly gripping white hair in her hand, Rhiannon pushes her hips towards Alystin, forcing as much of the shaft into the dark elf's small mouth as she can.

Alystin has to put both her hands on Rhiannon's hips to resist, the stronger sylvan elf finally relaxing, allowing Alystin to return to sucking 'her' cock. Using her tongue, Alystin plays all along the length of the shaft, bobbing her head back and forth, lips wrapped tightly around it's width. Rhiannon's moans grow more constant, a soft bleeting, as Alystin takes it again in her hand, jerking it at the base as she licks and sucks the last few inches.

Still rocking her hips gently, Rhiannon moans with the buidling sensations. She can feel she is nearing climax, Alystin wet mouth hugging the tip of the shaft tightly.

Lips and tongue wrapped around the tip of the cock, Alystin jerks the dildo off into her mouth, the moaning of the sylvan elf letting her know what a fine job she is doing. Alystin can tell how close Rhiannon is, so wrapping her arms around the sylvan elf's waist, she takes as much of the dildo into her hot, small mouth.

"AHHH!!" Rhiannon cries out, body spasming, hips bucking into Alystin's face as she comes! She feels her cunt clenching around the smaller shaft in her own pussy, somehow feeling the honey flowing freely from her orgasm seeming to get sucked up by the dildo! Somehow she begins to feel something like a second orgasm, smaller and less vital, build inside the magical shaft! Her body grows rigid, the pressure in the shaft building to a final point, then exploding, another, different feeling of contracting muscles overwhelming her as cum begins to spurt from the tip of the cock into Alystin's hot mouth!

Pulling back in surprise, Alystin takes her mouth from the spurting magical dildo, but can't mve far, hair still clenched tightly, not quite painfully, in Rhiannon's delicate hands. Unable to move any further, Alystin sputters for a moment, then recovers, opening her mouth to try and catch the streamers of cum.

Rhiannon looks on in amazement, her body shaking slightly with each pulse as streamer after streamer of strangely luminescent clear cum spurts from the tip of the shaft! The feeling of lust begins to return to her as she watches the drops of cum land on Alystin's face, the gooey spunk seeming to glow slightly against the obsidian skin of the dark elf! The deliciously dirty sight of her dark lover's beautiful face dripping with sex juice making her even hornier, Rhiannon finds herself growing somewhat saddened when the spurting begins to slow down.

Alystin can't believe how long this seems to go on for, however, gasping for breath, driven by the incredible lust this place seems to have forced on her and Rhiannon, she tries to catch as much of the cum in her mouth as she can! Her hands resting on the sylvan elf's slender hips, spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum is missed, slowly covering her face and catching in stray strands of hair, dripping down onto her ample breasts! Finally, the spurting slows, then stops altogether, and Alystin is nearly covered in cum, breathing hard.

"Goddess...", panting hard, Alystin feels the lust beginning to flow into her again, perhaps even stronger than before; something about this place, to be sure. Already shaking with arousal once more, she reaches around Rhiannon's waist, spunk from her face and breasts smearing on her lovers belly and thighs. Unclasping the harness, she licks some of the salty goo and sweat from Rhiannon's body, breathing against her flesh. "My turn..."

"Oh..." Rhiannon coos softly, the magic of the dildo leaving her wanting as it is unclasped and removed from her sticky hole. Turning, she leans back on the statue, easily finding a spot between the protrusions for her firm butt. Flipping her hair out of her eyes, she watches, body quaking with need, as Alystin quickly slides into the harness. Spreading her legs, her sparse dark pubic hair matted, glisenting with sweat and her juices, she presents herself wantonly to Alystin, "Here..."

Positioning herself between Rhiannon's legs, obsidian hands on the sylvan elf's pale hips, Alystin leans in to kiss her. Rhiannon's arms wrap around her back as her tongue darts into Alystin's mouth, one lean leg wrapped around the dark elf's slender waist pulling her in. Rhiannon breathes lustily, "I've never done this..."

"What do you mean 'this'?" Alystin drives forward, the tip of the dildo just coming to touch Rhiannon's puffy lips. Alystin marvels at the feel of the device, how it seems to be a part of her, able to feel the sticky warmth of Rhiannon's honey on it's tip.

Breathing hard, strained with her inexorable desire, "I've never been...taken, this way..."

"You mean you're a virgin? Never been penetrated?" Poised, halted in place, loins aching, Alystin looks at her lover unbelieving.

Rhiannon feels tormented, the touch if the phallus on her burning sex terribly arousing. She pulls Alystin in, embracing her loosely so the dark elf's larger breasts rub lightly against her own smaller, pert tits. "N-no, I've never lain with a man! Only women, and never like this...gods damn it...fuck me!"

Clamping her mouth to Rhiannon's, Alystin feels spurred on by this unbelievable luck. She feels as though nothing else could have made her even hornier, but then this...

"AH!" Rhiannon wraps her other leg around Alystin, thighs tightening vice like as her obsidian skinned lover penetrates her with the magical dildo! A moment of sharp pain as her hymen is broken is almost immediately replaced with pleasure as she feels her tight cunt wonderfully stretched as Alystin thrusts smoothly all the way in, their bellies touching.

Alystin can't believe the feeling. Burning hot, soft and wet, Rhiannon's pussy clenches the shaft of 'Alystin's' thick cock tightly. Bodies pressed together, breasts rubbing, goo from previously lubricating them, Alystin swivles her hips around as she kisses Rhiannon deeply, wondering at the feel of this act. "Goddess, now at least I understand why they seem to think with them...", she is cut short as Rhiannon's mouth smothers hers, the sylvan elf thrusting her hips into Alystin's.

Rhiannon moans, pale arms and hands gripping Alystin tightly as the dark elf pulls back. Rhiannon swears she can feel the texture of each tiny carved woman on the phallus, the stimulation making her juices flow even more as Alystin rocks slightly as she withdraws.

Taking her time, drinking in all the new sensations the dildo feeds her, Alystin looks down between their two tight, sweaty bodies as she pulls out almost to the tip. The stone dildo glistens with Rhiannon's nectar, a faint trace of red stain marking her deflowering. Alystin feels another rush of lust, mixed with some form of pride at knowing she has something no one else can ever get; Rhiannon's maidenhood.

Reaching down she grabs the back of Rhiannon's right thigh, tipping her back over the flatter top of the idol as Alystin kisses her. Thrusting into her once again, gently at first, but hard by the end of the stroke, Alystin starts to fuck her beautiful lover in earnest.

Each stroke is accentuated by slight movements, working the long shaft deep into Rhiannon's burning snatch. Rhiannon's moans are coming in time to each thrust, her legs tight against Alystin, pale feet crossed, rubbing against the gleaming firm dark legs of her lover.

Alystin arches her back slightly, finding one of Rhiannon's breasts with her hand she squeezes and holds it, rubbing her own stiff nipple against it. Rhiannon feels her body tightening, and she digs her nails into Alystin's back, scratching long claw marks into the drow's shoulder blades. Alystin moans, the stinging on her back complemented by Rhiannon starting to lick her ear, sharp little nibbles on the lobe and pointed tip.

Feeling herself nearing orgasm yet again, Rhiannon's hands slide down to grip Alystin's ass, nails digging into the soft firm globes as she pulls Alystin's hips in! "AAAHH!" Finally her pussy muscles contract savagely, clamping down on the thick rod inside her as her juices flow out!

Alystin can't believe the feeling as Rhiannon spasms around the dildo, bucking against Alystin's crotch, driving the cock into her further! The elven woman's vaginal walls contracting thightly, clenching the shaft as if to crush it, the magical dildo feeding all the senstions fed into Alystin as a man must feel them!

Honey pouring out of her, running down the crack of her ass, Rhiannon holds Alystin with her legs loosely around the dark elf's waist. Panting and cooing softly, she nipples her dark lovers ear, kisses her neck and shoulders, holding steady as her orgasm recedes.

Already though, she can feel herself getting horny again, even more than before, if that could be possible! "Again, Alystin, fuck me harder!" she orders, shifting to better brace herself against the idol, some of her juices making the stone slick under her tight ass where they meet...

"Mmm...yes..." Painfully in need of her own orgasm, somehow sensing the dildo has held her back until Rhiannon has come, Alystin thrusts forward vigourously, determined to hold long enough to build to a nice rythm again. Reaching behind the sylvan elf, Alystin grabs hold of two of the protrusions on the statue, pulling herself into the next thrust she somehow fails to notice the stone has grown warmer, softer and seems to give slightly as she tugs it.

Moaning passionately as Alystin increases the pace of this delicious penetration, Rhiannon, lost in her lust only barely feels something brush against her ankle. Then something else barely brush the back of her thigh, following the sensous curves to the crack of her ass, something barely touching her asshole. Then another brush against her other ankle, and one at her side, just below her breasts, felt this time! Rhiannon perks slightly, but her arousal is too deep, and she can't seem to focus on anything but the feeling of Alystin fucking her hard...

Alystin feels something touching her legs as well, and her arms and wrists, soft brushing at first but then firmer, more solid touching. Like Rhiannon however, the dark elf is too lost in this relentless lust to do more than glance down over Rhiannon's shoulder at her own arms. She is feeling a not quite feather light touch on her inner thighs, moving up towards her crotch, as she watches one of the protrusions she is holding lengthen, barely losing any of it's width, and wrap around her wrist! "Ahh!" A flutter of alarm passes through her, only to be immediately overwhelmed by lust, and suddenly Alystin doesn't care that more of the protusions are lengthening and wrapping around her limbs...

"Aaaie! Ugh...ugh, oh!" Rhiannon gives out a sharp cry, her eyes growing wide with surprise as the tip of something penetrates her tight asshole! Another tentacle slides between her and Alystin, quickly wrapping itself around her waist several times, as more grab her legs, thighs and ankles, pulling them from around Alystin's waist.

Arms and legs held tight by many of the smooth tentacles, Alystin pounds even harder into Rhiannon! One tentacle brushes her crotch, stimulating her more as it jostles the dildo lodged inside her, before slipping between her legs, wrapping around her hip and finding the tight star of her own rectal opening. One solid thrust and the thick member enters her ass smoothly, some kind of lubricant on the tentacle allowing for it to fill her rectum on the first push! Crying out herself, lust and the force of her anal intruder drives Alystin hard into Rhiannon, one final overpowering thrust, her own inexorable orgasm overloading her senses as the dildo captures all of her sexual fluids!

Legs spread wide, Rhiannon feels the tentacle finish it's delicious invasion of her rectum, stabbing deep into her in time with the thick dildo in her pussy! Her arms are held tight by tentacles now as well, but still she manages to capture Alystin's sensous mouth with her own, their passionate kiss adding even more fire to their amazingly unwavering lust. "Ughh...more..."

Kissing passionately, sucking lewdly on Rhiannon's lower lip, Alystin does her best to continue pumping as she spurts wave after wave of cum into the sylvan elf. Fortunately, Alystin thinks, she has the assistance of the tentacle fucking her tight asshole, it's withdrawing and thrusting pulling her along. More tentacle have wrapped themselves around her breasts, squeezing them and pushing them out from her, rubbing her erect nipples on Rhiannon's similarily restrainted smaller tits.

Tentacles holding nearly every part of her body, rubbing her and Alystin together they force the spurting dildo in and out Rhiannon's hungry pussy. She can swear she feels the stone prick pulsate with each thrust, and each streamer of cum hitting the walls of her vagina and womb hard as she is filled to bursting with Alystin's cum! Finally the spurting slows, and Rhiannon trys to reach for Alystin even though her arms are restrained, whimpering with the tentacle fucking her tight ass, as her lover is pulled off of her.

Lifted up by the tentacles, held tight, Alystin looks between the two of them as the dildo is pulled free of Rhiannon's sticky cunt. Thin streamers of the clear luminescent cum run from the tip of the stone dildo to those beautiful puffy sex lips, and a thin trickle of the stuff is leaking from the sylvan elf's abused pussy. Almost as soon as the long stone phallus is free, Alystin watches a thick tentacle slip easily into Rhiannon's thoroughly lubricated cunt.

Rhiannon gasps with the penetration, the tentacles entwined around her limbs positioning her for easier access. Opening her mouth to moan, she immediately finds it filled with a third member, a sweet candy tasting liquid secreting from the tip as it forces it's way to the back of her throat.

A smaller tentacle slides around Alystin's waist, flattening and pushing it's way under the small chain harness it slides back to the clasp, somehow dislodging it. Alystin feels the sense of the fake member fade quickly, feeling only her own genitalia burning with the smaller penetrator still inside her, instead of the achy throbbing of the phallus. Another of the flexible limbs simply brushes the dildo out of her and off, letting it fall to the floor, before the tentacle pushes it's way between her slick hairless labia. Her own cry of pleasure meets the same result as Rhiannon, and a dripping tentacle thrusts back to her tonsils.

Rhiannon watches the spectacle above her, Alystin's spread-eagle form held up over her, her tight asshole and smooth shaven pussy stretched around thick tentacles. Humping the dildos in her own ass and cunt, loving every moment as she tries her best to fuck the tentacles back, she relishes the sight of the paler stone tentacles against the drow's obsidian skin, the 'fuck me and don't ever stop' look on the Alystin's face, the look that passes between them, electric lust as they watch each other fucked senseless.

Relentlessly pounding thick tentacles hammering in and out of every orifice of both women, the tentacles around Alystin pull her closer to the idol, close enough for her body to lightly rub against Rhiannon's. Breasts rubbing together again, they stare lustfully into each others eyes, mouths full of pulsing tentacle, only inches apart. A look shared between them and they both know the other is experiencing the same thing: the tentacles filling them are expanding. Throbbing, swelling tentacles jerk wildly within the insatiable women, beautiful pain in their tight bowels, almost delicate vibrations in their bursting pussies, soft steady pulses into their small mouths, as sticky sweet cum floods into them!

Both of them cry out with their own orgasms around the members in their mouths, only seconds seperating their climaxes! Flailing tentacles pop out of them, spraying glowing spunk from nearly invisible slits in their tips, all over the two elves, the idol and the floor. Even more of the stuff is dripping from their used holes, as the tentacles are almost immediately replaced by more of the thick shafts. Neither woman has even finished their incredible orgasm when they are freshly penetrated, all three orifices at once. Naturally the excessive amount of sexual fluids lubractes them completely, rendering them incapable of offering any resistance, even should they have wished it...

Rhiannon can only barely even see Alystin now, her eyes are so clouded with her lust. She can't even contemplate any existence beyond the sexual 'now'! Her body is utterly instiable, machine-like unstoppable lust, like this cum filling her is an incomprable aphrodisiac; she only wants to be fucked more and more the more she gets fucked and filled up with the sweet splooge.

Alystin can still see a bit clearer, perhaps her stronger resistance to magic, perhaps it's some kind of toxin, but still her arousal keeps mounting, and she can't get enough of the pistoning tentacles. Feeling another tentacle swell to bursting in her shapely ass, she cries out with another orgasm of her own, finding the will to look down on the state of her companion. Something seems wrong to her somehow, something off...then with a start she seems to regain a measure of control with the sudden sense of fear! Rhiannon is being pulled into the idol!

"Mmpph!" Alystin tries to cry out a warning as she watches the stone seem to flow out around Rhiannon's cum covered ass and lower back, but the tentacle filling her mouth obviously prevents her. Struggling with a renewed desperate strength, somehow forcing the powerful feeling of lust back enough to fight, Alystin wrenches one arm painfully free. The stone seems to flow like a viscous liquid around Rhiannon, nearly half way over her upturned ass, just below the thrusting tentacle in her rectum! Waving her arm madly, determined not to allow it to be caught by the grasping tentacles again, Alystin kicks a leg free from below the knee, immediately lashing out with her foot she strikes one tentacle holding Rhiannon's leg!

The tentacle is hard like stone, despite it's flexibility, hurting Alystin's foot with the impact. Howling aroung the member in her mouth, forcing herself to 'think, damn it!, she tries to grit her teeth, striking out stubbornly, and much harder, at a point where the tentacle seems straight, pulled taught and thinner. This time her precision pays off, and despite the pain it causes her she is pleased to see the tentacle break off! As a happy side effect she has also gotten her leg completely free, and the remainder of the tentacle around Rhiannon slender leg cracks and crumbles, falling into pieces on the floor.

Despite the terrible level of distraction Rhiannon is enduring, this has not gone unoticed! Suddenly she seems aware of the feel of cool stone flowing up around her firm butt as the idol tries to envelope her! One of her legs is free, though, she realizes, and begins her own struggles, trying to free herself enough to reach out and grasp Alystin's outstretched hand!

Seemingly with two minds the idol's tentacles act in two different capacities, the free ones trying to re-capture the two struggling women, and the engaged limbs continuing to mercilessly fuck them.

Cumming again despite herself, Alystin holds on, barely batting one of the tentacles away as it tries to grasp her arm! A quick strike with her foot, and she knocks another aside, but this time grabbing it near the end, her hand almost slipping off as it is slick with sexual secretions. Using this she pulls herself closer to the statue just in time to switch her grip and catch Rhiannon's suddenly free hand!

Fighting back the desire to let the statue envelop her, to remain locked in sexual gratification for eternity, Rhiannon tries to pull herself free of the idol. She only manages barely half an inch before she is sucked back in, pulled by the tentacles around her torso and squeezing her breasts, pushed down by the thrusting members in her pussy and ass. Panic actually overpowers the lust momentarily, then just as the lust begins to take over again Alystin brings her foot down again. Rhiannon sees the drow's grimace of pain as the tentacle in her ass is broken, and feels some pain herself it is knocked around inside her painfully, before the tip slides out easily on the flood of lubricant already filling the sylvan elf.

Foot now planted firmly on the slick surface of the idol, Alystin pulls for all she's worth, with the strength of someone who has everything on the line. Straining terribly she finally helps Rhiannon, the sylvan elf's round butt cheeks almost literally popping free, off of the enveloping statue!

Her sudden momentum actually breaks another of the tentacles, the things seeming to grow more brittle as more and more of them are destroyed. Rhiannon pulls her other arm free, and kicks another, breaking it as well, and with another bit of assistance from Alystin she is free completely! Tentacles that were holding her crumble as she nearly falls free of the idol, the last tentacle, the one in her pussy, swelling and spurting one final batch of cum into her and over her as it pops out with an accomanying rude noise.

Struggling to her feet Rhiannon staggers quickly over to her things, grabbing up her swords! Turning, she is immediately assailed by more tentacles, but now armed she makes short work of them, her parries effectively severing them. Wading into flailing tentacles, Rhiannon, her own fluids and the spunk from the tentacles still dripping off and out of her, lets her instincts take over. The nearly indestructible elven blades make clean cuts even on the stone as she cuts Alystin free, then takes up a defensive posture over her friend and lover as the dark elf slowly pulls herself up.

"Alystin, I'm feeling starting to feel weak again!" Rhiannon cries, striking down more tentacles. She is wondering how many there are when she notices a new one stretching pseudopod like from the idol, forming into a heavier, more dangerous looking tentacle as she watches. She see another begin to form, and now she starts to seriously worry. "Shit, it's growing more! Bigger ones! And I can't keep this up much longer; my arms are getting really weak!"

"I know! If you're not having sex this place seems to kill you by wasting you away fast!" Alystin dodges a tentacle that has stretched beyond Rhiannon's sword reach, all the way around to strike from behind. Diving under it, Alystin manages to come up holding her dagger, the poison-dripping black assassins kris. "Think this thing is alive?"

Risking a glance over her shoulder, Rhiannon sees Alystin holding the black blade, and smiles with understanding. "I think I can still cut you a path!"

Defending both their delectable backsides from the streteched out tentacles circled around behind them, Alystin knocks tentacles away. Using her slippery cum covered body to her advantage she manages to keepthem from getting a grip on her or Rhiannon as she backs up behind her companion towards the idol...

Blades swirling, powered by her very nearly final reserves of strength, Rhiannon strides forward purposefully, her expert swordsmanship swatting and severing the tentacles aside almost easily ar first. She grows visibly tired quickly, however, but by then they are close enough. Voice tired, but still full of determination and inner strength, "Now! Swtich!"

In one smooth motion the two women trade places, Rhiannon's swords come down, finally severing two of the tentacles threatening their rear as Alystin lunges forward, thrusting the kris hard! The venomous dagger barely cuts in at all, however, and Alystin cries out in dismay! "I can't cut it! The stone is too thick! Thrust both your swords in, close together!"

"Right!" Rhiannon turns swiftly, almost worried Alystin will be in her way, but the extremely agile drow finds enough strength to deftly hop onto the top of the idol, facing Rhiannon, the kris ready to strike down. Rhiannon understands, and with a very unladylike grunt she pluges her slender swords into the idol, points nearly touching, the blades held as close together as she can manage! The elven mithril bites in deep, and after the first inch she finds it easy going, like ordinary flesh. Pushing the blades in as far as she can, she twists them just a little in opposite directions, and then pulling them out only slightly prys them apart, muscles straining, creating an opening to the soft insides of the idol! "GO! I can't hold it for long!"

Grim determination on her face, Alystin plunges her kris into the exposed dark green inner mass of the idol. It looks like it has some very different internal organs to her, but organs mean it's alive, and if anything on this plane can kill it, she knows the venom from her dagger can! She pushes hard, cutting through soft tissue, pushing her hand, then her wrist, then to her elbow, and finally the sweaty naked dark elf lies across the top of it, almost right to her shoulder, arm covered in cool black ichor.

The idols tentacles are flailing maddly, totally out of control! They too women swear they here some kind of terrible groaning, low like the walls of the temple are shifting, then stuttering, skipping, like the idol creature's death rattle, and the tentacles suddenly tense, and fall to the floor!

The place is still.

Alystin pulls her arm free, a sickly sticky noise coming with the stretchy bits of gore trailing from her arm and hand. She hops off the idol, delicately and slowly, as Rhiannon pulls her swords free.

Without a word they grab their things, what little remains, and make to leave, noticing together the artificial lust is gone, and so is the weakness. They are both still exhausted however, and are dragging their feet as they head from the room.

"Wait..." Alystin turns, looking back into the room, and is disheartened by what she sees, "Oh no, it's broken. That cool dildo was crushed by one of those big tentacles! Lloth damn it!"

A tired Rhiannon looks at her incredulously. "How can you think of that right now? I'm so damn tired...and sore!"

Putting her arm around Rhiannon's waist, Alystin leads her slowly down the hallway. "I thought I could maybe start a collection. And besides, it wasn't bad! I wonder, do you think they had tame versions of whatever that thing was? That didn't try and eat you when it was done?!"

Rhiannon returns Alystin's smile, "No, you're right it wasn't bad! Not at all...a tame one would be nice..."

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A few hours later and Rhiannon and Alystin are making their way back up the stairs, from this secret part of the temple to the temple proper.

They took a rest in the luxurious lounge room, the perfume smell still thick in the air but the mystical effects gone; the truth is they both know they hadn't the energy to make it up the stairs then. After their nap and a light meal, some of Alystin's sturdier rations hadn't been spoiled by the decaying effect, which also seemed to quit once the idol thing was dead.

Still tired and hungry, bodies worn out more than few hours can fix, but they both want to get outside again before finding a good resting spot.

Alystin has only her kris, but fortunately the sheath was enchanted as well, made to endure the constant dripping poison, and so was likewise intact. Besides the dagger, tied to a rope belt, her only other possession is her heavier cloak, the execellent quality and material of the garment seemed to help protect it, and only a few smallish holes show the effects in the knee length hooded cloak. She was going to cut it up, and use strip wraps to cover herself, but Rhiannon pointed out it was also their only blanket, if the nights get cool. Her soft boots didn't make it past the tentacles, so she is also barefoot.

Rhiannon is barefoot as well, and none of her animal hide clothes made it either, but she did manage to fashion a lioncloth from some of the remaining strips. Of course she has her mail, the liner mostly intact as well, at least anyplace that really matters. Her swords are fine, the mithril blades not even knicked or scratched from cutting into stone.

"I think you just like the idea of me walking around with nothing but a cloak and a white rope belt on!"

Rhiannon looks at Alystin, smiling, letting her gaze fall to the drow's large firm breasts. "It's definately a bonus, but I was serious about the nights being cool; it is the only thing we have like a blanket."

In reaction, Alystin pulls the cloak about her, covering her body. "We never talked about a bonus."

"Hah!", Rhiannon laughs, definately feeling the lighter mood. "I can't wait to get outside; this place is beginning to get to me. It'll be nice to get some good food, and some real rest, too."

"We're going on to Sellyce then? Think we'll be okay with most of our stuff gone?"

"There's a cache of supplies, extra bows, arrows, preserved food, all that stuff, not too far out of your way. I'll re-equip, and you can even borrow some extra clothes that will be there." She winks at Alystin, "Maybe..."

Reaching the top of the stairs, they can see the backside of the wall they entered by. Testing it, Alystin puts her hand into the wall, confirming it is still illusory from this side. Walking through carefully, she emerges into darkness on the other side, in the main hall. Taking a glance around the room, she can find nothing amiss, still all same marble benches and pillars, and begins towards the exit.

Rhiannon follows behind her, the total darkness keeping her from seeing as well as she would on a moonless night outdoors still disconcerting to the sylvan elf.

Almost at the grand hallway that would lead them towards the outside, and Alystin hears something faint, and definately surreptitious. "Wait." she whispers to Rhiannon, holding her hand back to sign for her to stop.

Then she hears something again, and so does Rhiannon, this time deliberate; like something notices they noticed. "Alystin..."

Looking back into the room, Alystin can at first see nothing, then one, two, five, ten...more! Maybe almost a couple of dozen three and half, four foot tall humanoid hot bodies, with weapons and armour, stand up among the broken benches.

To Rhiannon, she sees a couple dozen of pairs of eyes, glowing a darker, somehow more malevolent red than Alystin's eyes...

Without looking at each other, they both reach the same conclusion, and whisper in unison, "Goblins..."

Continued in Chapter 3 - Part 3

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(short author's note*SPOILERS*don't read this until you've read the story, just in case you skipped ahead!*: MerTarrant asked me to include the strap-on scene, and in developing it I managed to find a prefect thread for later! Much later, like series 2, but there you are. You may have found the idol resembles several things that were discussed on the forum amalgamated into it. It was! :)

(The basic idol and tentacle thing was there from the start, but the specifics came about from some of the great ideas I read there, so this is an additional thank you to all the forum posters. Keep the ideas coming, and thanks for putting up with me!

 

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