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56. Under the Mountain, Part 2: Burrower (R-18)
56. Under the Mountain, Part 2: Burrower (R-18)
Trudging through the tunnels while looking for a way out of the underground maze is painfully tedious. At least I still have Gabby’s wedding ring. My heart skipped a beat when I realized it could’ve been lost or damaged during my dismemberment, but it’s still safe on my finger. This day would’ve gone from bad to worse if I had to spend hours searching the dark for my personal treasure.
As-is, I’m periodically getting ambushed by these annoying garbage monsters. Not literal garbage, though I wouldn’t be surprised to find such in this dump, but the metaphorical garbage of worthless trash mobs.
Webling Servitors aren't much of a threat on their own. Their diameter is about the same as a regular Slime, but they weigh much less since they mostly consist of spindly legs and aggression. They jump at anything that isn't a Webling with their fangs bared.
I can't totally ignore them because I estimate their fangs are long and sharp enough to penetrate my armor at the joints. They start leaving me alone after I dispatch the first dozen, so I guess they aren't arbitrarily suicidal or have some basic idea of waiting until I lower my guard, or they amass sufficient numbers. Hundreds of the little buggers are patrolling the underground, but they haven't unified to deal with me yet. That's the one bright spot down here.
The worst thing: killing them isn't even worth a mark. That certainly doesn't help my foul mood.
Not that Darkling Marks have been anything but garbage so far.
*Darkling Marks*
Darkling Sight
Webling Black Widow Body
Black Widow Ovipositor
Servitor Egg Production
Black Widow Silk
Webling Black Widow Scythes
Webling Black Widow Fangs
Black Widow Venom
Webling Black Widow Spider Climb
Webling Black Widow Incubation Milk
It seems like Spider Climb works without body modification. I'll select it if there's no other way out of here. I'm assuming there're walkable paths through a crevice that leads to the surface. The rest is junk unless I want to rock the 'taur' look. Even the new ovipositor is restricted to the spider abdomen, as it doesn't appear on my Cock Menu.
Fuck spiders.
Flou's upgrade is nice. It adds versatility to her kit, allowing her to convert Slime to Blood for the sake of shaping weapon constructs. The two of us should be able to work as a team if Blood Magic becomes a necessity in the future.
Olindia is back in my uterus while Flou has resumed her lingerie duties. Another happy little accident is she can create blood ruby decorations now! I've got a pair of earrings and a necklace under this armor.
Okay, thinking about that puts me in a slightly better mood.
Which is good because I have a lot of wandering around in the dark to do. There's no indication of paths, just endless caverns and rock formations in all directions. How deep have I gone?
My first surprise comes in small packages.
They're two feet tall, have four arms, a shiny black exoskeleton, and childlike features. The group I come across is laughing lightheartedly and playing together. By my recollection, the Book of Monsters calls these first-tier monsters, ‘Darklings.’ Weblings evolve from these little cuties? I pause to consider what heinous shit a poor little Darkling has to be put through to evolve into a Black Widow and shudder.
They seem to be wearing rat pelts and using rat bone tools, which explains what they eat to survive. The rats probably subsist on Harpy nest scraps. The evolved Weblings then prey on weak or clumsy Harpies, and that's the circle of life.
“I know. I'm guessing the bitch practically glued your butt shut. I've got a friend who can help.” Flou schlorps onto my palm in her cute, floppy-eared bunny-Slime form.
“Kyaaa!!! A Slime! Help!”
“No, no, no she's a good Slime!” I put Flou away (with her core tucked inside my nether folds) while the Kobold struggles to compose herself. “Trust me.” She looks into my eyes with her soulful opals, a glittering spark of warmth buried deep in the darkness. “What's your name? A predator wouldn't need to know that.”
Eventually, she nods. “That makes sense. I can trust you, but I j-just can't handle Slimes. A Black Slime killed my family... Oh, um, my name is Opal.”
That makes sense. A phobia isn't logical. She can't overcome her personal trauma so quickly after another horrific event.
“Okay, we can work with that. I'll just have to get them out myself. Bend over and lift your tail.”
“E-e-eh?!? W-what are you going to do?” How can a lizard be this cute? No, focus!
“Only what's necessary, you have my word.”
“Well... what's your name, Miss Warrior Woman?”
“Oops, sorry, it's Alex.”
“Alex,” she seems to taste the word as she repeats it. “You saved my life. If it's Alex, you c-can touch me there...”
With that, Opal lays on her belly, looks over her slender shoulder at me with nervous, half-lidded eyes, and slowly raises her tail for me. Lifting the hefty reptilian appendage reveals two round feminine ass cheeks, a pristine slit with no protruding labia, and a snow-white rosebud. I'm blown away by the unexpected prettiness of her nethers.
I gulp loud enough to echo in the cavern. “I guess the blockage is all internal, then?” She nods demurely. I shrug and say, “Thanks for the meal.”
“How are you going to... Oh! A-A-Alex! What are you...? That's dirty!”
The Burrower actually cleaned after herself down there quite well. The issue is that she's too dry on the outside. That's why I'm licking circles around her pucker, spiraling in, and spearing the hole in the middle.
“Ahn, Alex! I... I can't! It's t-too much!”
Incredible, she's having trouble with even my tongue. Her backdoor is trying to pinch my oral invader in half! I withdraw, suck on my finger, and try it next.
“D-don't! I-I-I—Ahn!!!”
Her sphincter clenches around my digit, relaxes, clenches harder, and relaxes further. As a light rain of juices squirt from her bare, nubile slit, I find my finger can slide freely in her secret tunnel. So, pleasure helps her unwind?
“That feels so strange... good, but scary at the same time.”
“Breathe slowly for me. Let go of all your tension.”
“I'll try,” she says hesitantly, then obeys. After a minute I attempt to add a second finger. I'm immediately met with muscle contractions. “Ahh! Alex, not so fast!”
Opal's tummy rumbles, which I don't take as a good sign. Time to take drastic measures.
“I'm sorry, Opal, but it seems like the only way to relax you enough to extract those eggs in time is to fuck your brains out.”
I rely on my years of stage training for the junior high school play to deliver that line with suitable remorse and empathy. Nailed it.
“I-if it can't be helped... I'll have to rely on Alex to t-take responsibility.”
With her consent acquired, I say, “Then, my lady, if I may ask, back that pussy up.”