Blue core, p.2
Blue Core, page 2
part #1 of Blue Core Series
I hadn't touched the fourth category, the monster breeding, but since I was missing resources, I decided I’d have to experiment. In the now-empty hidden room, I built a breeding station. I was expecting a cocoon, or maybe some vaguely organ-looking monstrosity, but what I got was neither. The black tendrils sprouted from the floor, forming themselves into something that looked like a bowl chair...with restraints. And appendages. And along with it came an incredible surge of lust.
It was actually terrifying, since the only input so far had been intellectual, and things like hormones and gut feelings had been entirely absent, along with any sort of tactile sensory input. But the station was directly connected to me, and I could feel it, twitching eagerly.
I reclaimed it instantly. If I had hands they’d be trembling, especially since the lust didn’t go away entirely. It was sealed off, vaguely there behind smoked glass, but still present. Which came with the uncomfortable implication that pieces of my mind were locked behind, or maybe wholly controlled by, things I could build. Shaken, I focused on the mundane aspects of building and expanding.
Day 5
The sun shone right in my outside eye for a couple hours each day, sometime just before noon when it cleared the peaks of the immense mountain until the trees blocked it. At night the sky was clearly a new one - the stars were scattered and sparse, and there were two moons. One was large and seemed to be more like a sister planet, given the colors, the other was small, red, and fast-moving, clearly in a much closer orbit. I wasn’t in the world I knew, but that was something I’d figured from the first.
Roundabout the time the mountains eclipsed the sun, the sound of horse’s hooves came from outside. That was something I recognized.
Two heavily-armored knights rode out of the woods.
It made me uneasy for no reason I could articulate, and doubly so as they swung off their mounts and went immediately toward the entrance of my little pocket in the mountain. The camouflaged front door was up at the moment, and I left it that way. If they saw me close it, they’d know there was someone home. Hurriedly, I reclaimed all the traps in the hall - thankfully, there were no digesters visible at the moment - and, as an afterthought, the wall in the original room that had been broken through. I was still Altering in rough edges and loose stones when the two came tromping up to the threshold.
Immediately the overlay pinged me.
Terreng Llan, Level 50 Knight
Yamal Iin, Level 50 Knight
Those were big numbers. Bigger than mine, anyway.
They strolled in, Yamal taking a warhammer from a loop on his belt and swinging it casually as he walked through the hall. And just that hurt. It was like getting punched in the...something. I didn’t have a gut anymore, but my walls smarted from the proximity. I wasn’t sure what exactly it was, some sort of power he had maybe, but I could sure feel it. The pair of them strode down the hall, side by side, and went directly for the room. And stopped, looking.
"Well, the second one isn’t here."
"Yes, I can see that." Yamal spun that warhammer of his and abruptly slammed it into the wall. And now I know what caused the damage I saw on my first day, because it happened again. My wall exploded, and if I thought it hurt before, this was agony, deep and nauseating. And it was just as well I had nothing to vocalize with, because screaming would only give me away. I could do nothing.
"Still alive, a little bit." Terreng observed. I saw with horrified fascination a thick black ooze seeping from the broken pieces of rock where tendrils had been torn. It was rather like seeing your own guts exposed, but given that the wall wasn’t me and I could build a new one, it wasn’t as horrible as all that.
It still hurt, though.
"I bet he was here and took it."
"That or it exploded worse than the first one. If he did take it, Master’s going to have our heads."
"Unless we can find it."
"If he took it, it’ll be easy to find out. And if it was someone else...well, they won’t last long. We can track it down once someone starts feeding it."
"I hope so. Dammit!" Yamal knocked down the next section of wall with a frustrated blow of his warhammer, and there was nothing I could do about it but suffer. They were dangerous and my best, absolute best defense was to be stealthy. Inasmuch as an immobile building sort of thing could be.
After a few more glances this way and that, the pair of knights left, remounting their horses and heading back into the woods.
[Intuition] gained.
Intuition: Gain insight into events with little data.
I determined that this particular section had to be discarded. Off limits. Who knew when that pair or someone else would come back, apparently looking for my crystal or something like it. I’d still need access to the outside world, but not that cave, not there.
I Relocated all the roots, setting them to bore through the rock beneath and to the side of that L-shape, while using Camouflage to make the remaining walls look like rough rock. Pretend that nobody is home. I was loath to actually reclaim it all because I still needed some source of biomass income from whatever animals wandered into my sometime trap corridor if I was to properly expand and set myself up. I couldn’t move fast, but nobody expected a dungeon to move at all.
Day 12
I ended up punching a hole into the wood downslope and a hundred meters or so to the side of the starting cave. Not far, but maybe far enough for something that theoretically couldn’t move. It looked a bit more natural, especially since a tree fell over in the process, though I had no idea if it really fit. The hole sloped into a three-way intersection, each with one of the sliding doors, for traffic control. I didn’t know if I’d need it, but it’d at least give me three options for traps and luring in the local wildlife.
I left my crystal buried deep. Several floors deep, in fact, and figured out a way to fill the old cave up with rubble where it connected to my new area: ejecting my stone stockpiles. It wasn’t perfect - I would have loved to have had solid walls - but maybe a bunch of collapsed stone would lend credence to the idea that whatever had been there was gone forever.
The only thing I left were some sensory organs on the other side of the rubble fill and a rock wall I’d spent so much time on I advanced Camouflage to level two. But for all that work, the flow of animals seemed to have ebbed. The bait worked well, extremely well, but there were only so many large animals nearby. At least I didn’t need that income to live. Or exist, anyhow. I never caught my stocks depleting on their own, so a lack of income was just a lack of expansion. I still had roots chewing away at the rock, slowly expanding my usable space, but it wasn’t space I needed to use.
I’d set up various traps - a pit trap with a maw at the bottom was a lot faster and simpler for getting small game than my previous setup, and a few levels into the stone spikes had made them pretty potent - but under the limited circumstances I’d exhausted my needs pretty quickly.
So I set up a room on the left interior of the intersection, just before it split into the trap corridors, with a table, a chair, a bed, and some light. Not torches, though I could make those, but a ‘false daylight’ feature. I didn’t have any particular reason. I couldn’t use it, and it wasn’t even connected to my trap setup. But it made me feel like there was some piece of normalcy there, even if all I could do was look.
My ears caught horse’s hooves, somewhere out of sight, headed up toward the mountain. Then later, them leaving again, without coming into view.
[Foresight] gained.
[Foresight] and [Intuition] become [Knowledge]
Foresight: Improved prediction of future events.
Knowledge: Combines [Foresight] and [Intuition] Required for magic use.
New skills aside, I was pretty sure I knew what that was about, and was glad to be quit of my prior residence. If for no other reason than not having to suffer my walls being broken again.
Day 20 (Explicit)
At some point I slipped into a fugue again. It wasn’t boredom, exactly. I didn’t feel restless, but with nothing I could easily do I sort of drifted, watching the leaves rustle and the occasional forest animal plod past.
Then I heard someone running through the forest.
That snapped me into full focus, and I watched as a woman plunged into view, breathing heavily. Not entirely human, this woman, to judge by the tail and the ears - which I took at first for a costume. Because it was entirely pat to see a fox girl instead of something genuinely alien.
But fox girl she was, with bronzed skin and red hair (fur?) to match, leather armor, and a bundle clutched in her arms. She was breathing heavily and had twigs tangled in her hair but was beautiful nonetheless, bare arms and legs fit and toned, shapely under the armor, and most importantly she moved well. Even though she was clearly tired, there was a certain intrinsic grace to her movement, the kind I’d only ever seen in martial artists.
I was watching closely as she stopped and looked around - she was gorgeous, and it was by far the most interesting thing that had happened in weeks - but it took me a minute to realize that she’d spotted the entrance to my halls. And then she darted for it too fast for me to close the entrance.
As she ran inside I did hastily close the doors to the three trap-halls. And the overlay pinged me.
Shayma Ell, Level 6 Seeker.
Shayma darted down the hallway, reaching the end of it and leaning against the door there, panting and gasping. And the moment her bare skin touched my wall the lust that had simmered, banked behind smoked glass, shattered through and flared up again.
I wanted her. I wanted her badly.
All the eyes I had in the hall were focused on her, drinking in every last detail of her skin as part of me plotted to open a pit trap and drop her down to where she could never escape, I could have her to myself...a thought that jerked me back slightly, since that was not the sort of person I considered myself. But under the sudden pressure of carnal need those sorts of things kept skittering around the edges of my mind.
So did other things. There were more noises in the forest as four others came into view, humans in loose chain with swords and without mounts. "She’s nearby!" One of them called to the others, studying some crystal he held in his hand, and his voice echoed into my hall.
"Oh, no…" Shayma whispered, then turned and ran her hands over the rocks, looking for something. Possibly a secret exit; she may have very well seen the doors closing. And I, struggling as I was with dark and carnal fantasies, had an idea. Somewhat.
I put out fruit and meat bait onto the table, the latter Altered to be cooked. And replaced the chair with a breeding station, which at this point did not affect my state of mind in the slightest. Then I installed a camouflaged door into the wall, waiting impatiently for the long, long minute until it was finished, then at the same time opened that door and the door to my heaviest trap corridor.
She froze, and stared. I activated the traps in the corridor, letting her see what was that way. And light poured out of the room, letting her see the other option. It was a suggestion, or at least I hoped she read it that way. She could go back out, or she could take refuge and I’d take care of the hunters...if she took care of me. Or maybe she thought it was an offer to die or submit. Either way, I thought it was pretty clear what the breeding station entailed.
Shayma didn’t have much time to decide. The men were coming closer. She looked one way, then the other. Then bit her lip, and darted into the lit room.
I closed the door hurriedly, and, despite the distraction of every breath she took, labored to retool another of the trap corridors for heavier game. Then flung up the door that led to it as the men stepped into the entrance corridor. Now it was a dimly lit T-junction, with the ends of the branches left in complete darkness.
Tek Ten, Level 4 Hunter.
Ensen Grel, Level 5 Hunter.
Hurn Llep, Level 3 Warrior.
Tell Ten, Level 3 Tracker.
Shayma had one furred ear against the closed door, which I swore I could feel despite nothing else of the dungeon having any sense of touch, listening as the men moved forward. The one with the crystal, Tell, was focusing on it to the exclusion of anything else, trying to wring more information from it. They reached the junction, and with brief hand motions, split to go left and right. Which was just as well, since my trap corridors weren’t really long enough.
And at the proper moment, I activated all my spike traps. I was focused hard on it, given that I was trying to push away the most violently lascivious thoughts about the fox-girl stuck in my room, and so I had a good view as three foot stone spikes slammed through the four men. And it didn’t really bother me.
In fact I was a bit detached as I watched them struggle for, really, quite a while, and the screams and bubbling cries were a little bit upsetting, but not as much as I thought they’d be. It helped that Shayma was definitely satisfied by those noises as she leaned against the door.
It actually took rather a while for them to die. A full minute, at least, when even the bear I’d lured in once hadn’t lasted long at all. But soon enough I was able to retract the spike traps and the corpses, chainmail, swords, and all, dropped to the floor for the digesters.
And Shayma stepped back from the door, looking around at the room, taking in the bed, the desk, the food, and the breeding station. Her ears twitched and she sidled around to the side of the desk, reaching over to rip a piece off the meat and chew on it carefully.
And it was all I could do not to slam walls down or grow a new breeding station under her or something. It was hard to make any sort of coherent judgement.
"All right," Shayma said at length. "Just...give me a place to hide this, and I will." She pulled a metal cube the size of a man’s head from her bundle.
I had to wrestle myself around to thinking about something other than Shayla’s body, but it took me a minute to figure things out. Though it wasn’t a difficult thing. I just put a tiny room in an adjacent space I’d already dug out, added a door between and some shelves which I had sitting in the architecture menu, and a lit torch.
She stared, again, at the door appearing from rock, over the course of twenty seconds. It was actually a good magic trick, even if I had no idea how I did it. And when I opened the door, she crossed over to it and put her head inside. Again she bit her lip, which in my rather addled state was impossibly alluring, and placed the cube on the shelf. Then she stepped back and eyed the breeding station.
And began taking off her armor. If I had a normal body, the sight alone, given my current lust, would probably have been enough to finish me, but that wasn’t the case here. So I got to enjoy the unveiling of her breasts, small but pert, just as bronzed as the rest of her and with pink nipples that were already hard.
That made me even more eager, dropping away any worries about the duress, since she clearly wasn’t too averse to the idea. And with so many eyes, I could see it from every angle. Then she slipped off the leather skirt and the cloth underneath, baring even more toned skin, a flat expanse of muscled stomach, and the pink slit of her sex.
"Oh gods, I can’t believe I’m doing this." She muttered, putting a tentative hand on the breeding station. Now I could feel her skin, hot and soft as she stroked it. "...it’s not slimy." She sounded surprised. "I guess…" She took another step and gingerly, gingerly sat down.
Instantly and without any conscious thought, the restraints snapped into place. Shayma squeaked as the black tendrils clamped her wrists into place, more wrapping over her belly and the last pair seizing her ankles and spreading her legs wide. It pulled her shapely rear harder against the bowl of the breeding station and it was like I was caressing her skin all over.
And with my multiple eyes I could see her exposed pussy, slightly wet and helpless before the thick, obsidian-black appendage that slid from the front of the breeding station. At this point I really couldn’t do much to control myself, as much as part of me wanted to be gentle, and I drove into her.
She cried out, a sharp gasp as I felt her tight, wet sex stretch around me, clenching hard as I forced my way deeper and deeper. I had been moderately well endowed at times, but this was on another level, and one her body seemed to approve of. Despite the restraints she arched against the thrusts, making only one tiny squeak as I bottomed out, the tight walls of her body shivering around me.
Shayma panted, staring down at where I connected with her as the breeding station impaled her with hard, deep strokes, the lips of her pussy tight around the thick girth, the black flesh starting to glisten with her wetness. With all my eyes I had an unparalleled view of each stroke sinking deep inside her, of her breasts and pert nipples heaving with each breath. The feel of her around me and the sight of her being filled were beyond delicious, and when she gave a tiny whimper that finished me.
The already intense pleasure surged up as I came, something hot and thick rising up and pumping into the foxgirl, flooding her deep inside. She whimpered again, and if I had been human, that would have been about it. But I wasn’t and apparently the breeding station didn’t have any trouble continuing on. It wasn’t even a release because if anything the lust and need only increased, and I hammered into her harder.
"Gods…!" She said, fists clenching as she shuddered into orgasm, the walls of her heat milking around my relentless thrusts. She wasn’t vocal otherwise, with only the occasional tiny noise of a moan or whimper, which made each sound strike a sharp spark of arousal. I couldn’t think of anything other than filling her body, as hard and as fast as the station could handle.
And came again, even more seed filling her, enough that it started leaking out where I stretched the lips of her pussy, black and thick as tar. Still I wasn’t satisfied, plunging into Shayma until she groaned and squeezed around me again, whimpering as I kept fucking her through her orgasm. Given no time to calm, that orgasm rolled into another as she arched against the restraints, her soft, warm skin sliding against my flesh.
It was actually terrifying, since the only input so far had been intellectual, and things like hormones and gut feelings had been entirely absent, along with any sort of tactile sensory input. But the station was directly connected to me, and I could feel it, twitching eagerly.
I reclaimed it instantly. If I had hands they’d be trembling, especially since the lust didn’t go away entirely. It was sealed off, vaguely there behind smoked glass, but still present. Which came with the uncomfortable implication that pieces of my mind were locked behind, or maybe wholly controlled by, things I could build. Shaken, I focused on the mundane aspects of building and expanding.
Day 5
The sun shone right in my outside eye for a couple hours each day, sometime just before noon when it cleared the peaks of the immense mountain until the trees blocked it. At night the sky was clearly a new one - the stars were scattered and sparse, and there were two moons. One was large and seemed to be more like a sister planet, given the colors, the other was small, red, and fast-moving, clearly in a much closer orbit. I wasn’t in the world I knew, but that was something I’d figured from the first.
Roundabout the time the mountains eclipsed the sun, the sound of horse’s hooves came from outside. That was something I recognized.
Two heavily-armored knights rode out of the woods.
It made me uneasy for no reason I could articulate, and doubly so as they swung off their mounts and went immediately toward the entrance of my little pocket in the mountain. The camouflaged front door was up at the moment, and I left it that way. If they saw me close it, they’d know there was someone home. Hurriedly, I reclaimed all the traps in the hall - thankfully, there were no digesters visible at the moment - and, as an afterthought, the wall in the original room that had been broken through. I was still Altering in rough edges and loose stones when the two came tromping up to the threshold.
Immediately the overlay pinged me.
Terreng Llan, Level 50 Knight
Yamal Iin, Level 50 Knight
Those were big numbers. Bigger than mine, anyway.
They strolled in, Yamal taking a warhammer from a loop on his belt and swinging it casually as he walked through the hall. And just that hurt. It was like getting punched in the...something. I didn’t have a gut anymore, but my walls smarted from the proximity. I wasn’t sure what exactly it was, some sort of power he had maybe, but I could sure feel it. The pair of them strode down the hall, side by side, and went directly for the room. And stopped, looking.
"Well, the second one isn’t here."
"Yes, I can see that." Yamal spun that warhammer of his and abruptly slammed it into the wall. And now I know what caused the damage I saw on my first day, because it happened again. My wall exploded, and if I thought it hurt before, this was agony, deep and nauseating. And it was just as well I had nothing to vocalize with, because screaming would only give me away. I could do nothing.
"Still alive, a little bit." Terreng observed. I saw with horrified fascination a thick black ooze seeping from the broken pieces of rock where tendrils had been torn. It was rather like seeing your own guts exposed, but given that the wall wasn’t me and I could build a new one, it wasn’t as horrible as all that.
It still hurt, though.
"I bet he was here and took it."
"That or it exploded worse than the first one. If he did take it, Master’s going to have our heads."
"Unless we can find it."
"If he took it, it’ll be easy to find out. And if it was someone else...well, they won’t last long. We can track it down once someone starts feeding it."
"I hope so. Dammit!" Yamal knocked down the next section of wall with a frustrated blow of his warhammer, and there was nothing I could do about it but suffer. They were dangerous and my best, absolute best defense was to be stealthy. Inasmuch as an immobile building sort of thing could be.
After a few more glances this way and that, the pair of knights left, remounting their horses and heading back into the woods.
[Intuition] gained.
Intuition: Gain insight into events with little data.
I determined that this particular section had to be discarded. Off limits. Who knew when that pair or someone else would come back, apparently looking for my crystal or something like it. I’d still need access to the outside world, but not that cave, not there.
I Relocated all the roots, setting them to bore through the rock beneath and to the side of that L-shape, while using Camouflage to make the remaining walls look like rough rock. Pretend that nobody is home. I was loath to actually reclaim it all because I still needed some source of biomass income from whatever animals wandered into my sometime trap corridor if I was to properly expand and set myself up. I couldn’t move fast, but nobody expected a dungeon to move at all.
Day 12
I ended up punching a hole into the wood downslope and a hundred meters or so to the side of the starting cave. Not far, but maybe far enough for something that theoretically couldn’t move. It looked a bit more natural, especially since a tree fell over in the process, though I had no idea if it really fit. The hole sloped into a three-way intersection, each with one of the sliding doors, for traffic control. I didn’t know if I’d need it, but it’d at least give me three options for traps and luring in the local wildlife.
I left my crystal buried deep. Several floors deep, in fact, and figured out a way to fill the old cave up with rubble where it connected to my new area: ejecting my stone stockpiles. It wasn’t perfect - I would have loved to have had solid walls - but maybe a bunch of collapsed stone would lend credence to the idea that whatever had been there was gone forever.
The only thing I left were some sensory organs on the other side of the rubble fill and a rock wall I’d spent so much time on I advanced Camouflage to level two. But for all that work, the flow of animals seemed to have ebbed. The bait worked well, extremely well, but there were only so many large animals nearby. At least I didn’t need that income to live. Or exist, anyhow. I never caught my stocks depleting on their own, so a lack of income was just a lack of expansion. I still had roots chewing away at the rock, slowly expanding my usable space, but it wasn’t space I needed to use.
I’d set up various traps - a pit trap with a maw at the bottom was a lot faster and simpler for getting small game than my previous setup, and a few levels into the stone spikes had made them pretty potent - but under the limited circumstances I’d exhausted my needs pretty quickly.
So I set up a room on the left interior of the intersection, just before it split into the trap corridors, with a table, a chair, a bed, and some light. Not torches, though I could make those, but a ‘false daylight’ feature. I didn’t have any particular reason. I couldn’t use it, and it wasn’t even connected to my trap setup. But it made me feel like there was some piece of normalcy there, even if all I could do was look.
My ears caught horse’s hooves, somewhere out of sight, headed up toward the mountain. Then later, them leaving again, without coming into view.
[Foresight] gained.
[Foresight] and [Intuition] become [Knowledge]
Foresight: Improved prediction of future events.
Knowledge: Combines [Foresight] and [Intuition] Required for magic use.
New skills aside, I was pretty sure I knew what that was about, and was glad to be quit of my prior residence. If for no other reason than not having to suffer my walls being broken again.
Day 20 (Explicit)
At some point I slipped into a fugue again. It wasn’t boredom, exactly. I didn’t feel restless, but with nothing I could easily do I sort of drifted, watching the leaves rustle and the occasional forest animal plod past.
Then I heard someone running through the forest.
That snapped me into full focus, and I watched as a woman plunged into view, breathing heavily. Not entirely human, this woman, to judge by the tail and the ears - which I took at first for a costume. Because it was entirely pat to see a fox girl instead of something genuinely alien.
But fox girl she was, with bronzed skin and red hair (fur?) to match, leather armor, and a bundle clutched in her arms. She was breathing heavily and had twigs tangled in her hair but was beautiful nonetheless, bare arms and legs fit and toned, shapely under the armor, and most importantly she moved well. Even though she was clearly tired, there was a certain intrinsic grace to her movement, the kind I’d only ever seen in martial artists.
I was watching closely as she stopped and looked around - she was gorgeous, and it was by far the most interesting thing that had happened in weeks - but it took me a minute to realize that she’d spotted the entrance to my halls. And then she darted for it too fast for me to close the entrance.
As she ran inside I did hastily close the doors to the three trap-halls. And the overlay pinged me.
Shayma Ell, Level 6 Seeker.
Shayma darted down the hallway, reaching the end of it and leaning against the door there, panting and gasping. And the moment her bare skin touched my wall the lust that had simmered, banked behind smoked glass, shattered through and flared up again.
I wanted her. I wanted her badly.
All the eyes I had in the hall were focused on her, drinking in every last detail of her skin as part of me plotted to open a pit trap and drop her down to where she could never escape, I could have her to myself...a thought that jerked me back slightly, since that was not the sort of person I considered myself. But under the sudden pressure of carnal need those sorts of things kept skittering around the edges of my mind.
So did other things. There were more noises in the forest as four others came into view, humans in loose chain with swords and without mounts. "She’s nearby!" One of them called to the others, studying some crystal he held in his hand, and his voice echoed into my hall.
"Oh, no…" Shayma whispered, then turned and ran her hands over the rocks, looking for something. Possibly a secret exit; she may have very well seen the doors closing. And I, struggling as I was with dark and carnal fantasies, had an idea. Somewhat.
I put out fruit and meat bait onto the table, the latter Altered to be cooked. And replaced the chair with a breeding station, which at this point did not affect my state of mind in the slightest. Then I installed a camouflaged door into the wall, waiting impatiently for the long, long minute until it was finished, then at the same time opened that door and the door to my heaviest trap corridor.
She froze, and stared. I activated the traps in the corridor, letting her see what was that way. And light poured out of the room, letting her see the other option. It was a suggestion, or at least I hoped she read it that way. She could go back out, or she could take refuge and I’d take care of the hunters...if she took care of me. Or maybe she thought it was an offer to die or submit. Either way, I thought it was pretty clear what the breeding station entailed.
Shayma didn’t have much time to decide. The men were coming closer. She looked one way, then the other. Then bit her lip, and darted into the lit room.
I closed the door hurriedly, and, despite the distraction of every breath she took, labored to retool another of the trap corridors for heavier game. Then flung up the door that led to it as the men stepped into the entrance corridor. Now it was a dimly lit T-junction, with the ends of the branches left in complete darkness.
Tek Ten, Level 4 Hunter.
Ensen Grel, Level 5 Hunter.
Hurn Llep, Level 3 Warrior.
Tell Ten, Level 3 Tracker.
Shayma had one furred ear against the closed door, which I swore I could feel despite nothing else of the dungeon having any sense of touch, listening as the men moved forward. The one with the crystal, Tell, was focusing on it to the exclusion of anything else, trying to wring more information from it. They reached the junction, and with brief hand motions, split to go left and right. Which was just as well, since my trap corridors weren’t really long enough.
And at the proper moment, I activated all my spike traps. I was focused hard on it, given that I was trying to push away the most violently lascivious thoughts about the fox-girl stuck in my room, and so I had a good view as three foot stone spikes slammed through the four men. And it didn’t really bother me.
In fact I was a bit detached as I watched them struggle for, really, quite a while, and the screams and bubbling cries were a little bit upsetting, but not as much as I thought they’d be. It helped that Shayma was definitely satisfied by those noises as she leaned against the door.
It actually took rather a while for them to die. A full minute, at least, when even the bear I’d lured in once hadn’t lasted long at all. But soon enough I was able to retract the spike traps and the corpses, chainmail, swords, and all, dropped to the floor for the digesters.
And Shayma stepped back from the door, looking around at the room, taking in the bed, the desk, the food, and the breeding station. Her ears twitched and she sidled around to the side of the desk, reaching over to rip a piece off the meat and chew on it carefully.
And it was all I could do not to slam walls down or grow a new breeding station under her or something. It was hard to make any sort of coherent judgement.
"All right," Shayma said at length. "Just...give me a place to hide this, and I will." She pulled a metal cube the size of a man’s head from her bundle.
I had to wrestle myself around to thinking about something other than Shayla’s body, but it took me a minute to figure things out. Though it wasn’t a difficult thing. I just put a tiny room in an adjacent space I’d already dug out, added a door between and some shelves which I had sitting in the architecture menu, and a lit torch.
She stared, again, at the door appearing from rock, over the course of twenty seconds. It was actually a good magic trick, even if I had no idea how I did it. And when I opened the door, she crossed over to it and put her head inside. Again she bit her lip, which in my rather addled state was impossibly alluring, and placed the cube on the shelf. Then she stepped back and eyed the breeding station.
And began taking off her armor. If I had a normal body, the sight alone, given my current lust, would probably have been enough to finish me, but that wasn’t the case here. So I got to enjoy the unveiling of her breasts, small but pert, just as bronzed as the rest of her and with pink nipples that were already hard.
That made me even more eager, dropping away any worries about the duress, since she clearly wasn’t too averse to the idea. And with so many eyes, I could see it from every angle. Then she slipped off the leather skirt and the cloth underneath, baring even more toned skin, a flat expanse of muscled stomach, and the pink slit of her sex.
"Oh gods, I can’t believe I’m doing this." She muttered, putting a tentative hand on the breeding station. Now I could feel her skin, hot and soft as she stroked it. "...it’s not slimy." She sounded surprised. "I guess…" She took another step and gingerly, gingerly sat down.
Instantly and without any conscious thought, the restraints snapped into place. Shayma squeaked as the black tendrils clamped her wrists into place, more wrapping over her belly and the last pair seizing her ankles and spreading her legs wide. It pulled her shapely rear harder against the bowl of the breeding station and it was like I was caressing her skin all over.
And with my multiple eyes I could see her exposed pussy, slightly wet and helpless before the thick, obsidian-black appendage that slid from the front of the breeding station. At this point I really couldn’t do much to control myself, as much as part of me wanted to be gentle, and I drove into her.
She cried out, a sharp gasp as I felt her tight, wet sex stretch around me, clenching hard as I forced my way deeper and deeper. I had been moderately well endowed at times, but this was on another level, and one her body seemed to approve of. Despite the restraints she arched against the thrusts, making only one tiny squeak as I bottomed out, the tight walls of her body shivering around me.
Shayma panted, staring down at where I connected with her as the breeding station impaled her with hard, deep strokes, the lips of her pussy tight around the thick girth, the black flesh starting to glisten with her wetness. With all my eyes I had an unparalleled view of each stroke sinking deep inside her, of her breasts and pert nipples heaving with each breath. The feel of her around me and the sight of her being filled were beyond delicious, and when she gave a tiny whimper that finished me.
The already intense pleasure surged up as I came, something hot and thick rising up and pumping into the foxgirl, flooding her deep inside. She whimpered again, and if I had been human, that would have been about it. But I wasn’t and apparently the breeding station didn’t have any trouble continuing on. It wasn’t even a release because if anything the lust and need only increased, and I hammered into her harder.
"Gods…!" She said, fists clenching as she shuddered into orgasm, the walls of her heat milking around my relentless thrusts. She wasn’t vocal otherwise, with only the occasional tiny noise of a moan or whimper, which made each sound strike a sharp spark of arousal. I couldn’t think of anything other than filling her body, as hard and as fast as the station could handle.
And came again, even more seed filling her, enough that it started leaking out where I stretched the lips of her pussy, black and thick as tar. Still I wasn’t satisfied, plunging into Shayma until she groaned and squeezed around me again, whimpering as I kept fucking her through her orgasm. Given no time to calm, that orgasm rolled into another as she arched against the restraints, her soft, warm skin sliding against my flesh.
