Chapter 2: Incubation
She had to keep this a secret. Had to. She couldn't bear the thought of Sasha seeing her like this—violated, defiled. Ema took a deep breath, steeling herself as she gently nudged Sasha's shoulder. The other woman stirred, her hazel eyes fluttering open, still half-asleep. "Sasha." Ema whispered, her voice trembling. "Wake up, it's time for your shift."
Sasha blinked a few times, her groggy expression turning into one of concern as she focused on Ema's face. "What's wrong, Ema? You look... you look like you've seen a ghost." she said, her voice low and steady as she sat up, her short sword immediately within her grasp.
Ema forced a slight smile, her amber eyes darting away from Sasha's gaze. "Yeah, I... I'm just tired." Ema lied. She couldn't meet Sasha's gaze. The image of the woman's writhing, tentacle-infested body was seared into her mind, her every movement a twisted parody of ecstasy. Ema shivered, her cat ears twitching as she struggled to push the thoughts away. She knew she should tell Sasha about what had happened, but she couldn't bear the thought of Sasha looking at her with pity or disgust.
"Just get some rest, Ema." Sasha insisted, her voice gentle but firm. "I'll take watch. You need your strength for whatever's ahead."
Ema nodded, her amber eyes reflecting the fire's dance as she fought to keep her emotions in check. She lay down on the couch, her body aching with exhaustion.
Sasha settled down on the floor, her back against the wall, weapon at the ready.
Ema closed her eyes. Within seconds, her breaths deepened, and she drifted into a fitful sleep.
In her dreams, Ema stood in a vast, dark chamber. The air was thick with a cloying, musky scent, and the walls pulsed with a sickening, wet rhythm. She turned to find herself in a pool of liquid, the surface shimmering with iridescent hues. Suddenly, she felt a violent, writhing motion within her. Panic surged through her as she realized what was happening. She was giving birth, but to what? Her stomach rippled, and a thin monstrous tentacle slid out of her womb, parting her labia and pressed on her thigh.
Ema's eyes widened in horror as another tentacle joined it, and then another, the creatur emerging from her depths with a sickening squelch. She tried to scream, but her voice caught in her throat, a muffled, terrified whimper escaping her lips. The tentacles squirmed and writhed, their moist tips probing and exploring every inch of her body, their cold touch sending shivers down her spine. They coiled around her legs, her waist, her chest, their movements synchronized. Ema's body convulsed, her muscles tensing and releasing as she fought to keep them inside her. She refused birth them, to be their mother. She couldn't be the reason these vile creatures entered the wold. The tentacles were relentless, their grip tightening with each passing second, their cold, wet touch sending waves of revulsion and perverse pleasure coursing through her body.
Suddenly, a deep, resonating voice echoed through the chamber, its tone commanding and malevolent. "Submit, priestess!" it growled, the sound vibrating through every fiber of her being. "Give your body to me. Let my children claim you as one of my thralls." The voice of the Master was a physical force, a dark, seductive caress that left her breathless and trembling.
Ema tried to shake off the compulsion, her amber eyes wild with terror and defiance. "No!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the chamber.
The tentacles tightened their grip, and she could feel them swelling, expanding within her. "Stop it!" she cried out, her voice hoarse and desperate.
Suddenly, she felt herself being shaken awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and she found Sasha's concerned face hovering above her. "Ema, wake up!" Sasha's voice was sharp, her hazel eyes scanning Ema's face with worry. Ema gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as she left the vivid dream behind. She let out a shaky breath, her ears twitching with relief as she realized she was safe and sound.
"Thank the gods!" Ema sighed. She looked down at her robe, her amber eyes widening as she noticed the dark wetness staining the fabric between her legs.
"Ema, what's wrong?" Sasha's hazel eyes narrowed in concern as she took in the sight.
Ema's cheeks flared red hot and she quickly tied her robe closed. Her cat ears twitched as she tried to hide her discomfort. "Just a bad dream. N-nothing to worry about," she lied, her voice trembling slightly. "We should hurry and continue exploring the tower. The sooner we clear the dungeon, the sooner we can leave this place."
Sasha's brow furrowed, her grip tightening on her short sword as she studied Ema's face. "Ema, if something's wrong, you should tell me. You know I'm here to help you."
Ema forced a smile, her amber eyes flashing with a mix of gratitude and unease. "I know, Sasha. But truly, it was just a nightmare. I'm fine, really. Just... dreamt of those fucking tentacles." Ema said, unable to meet Sasha's gaze. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, her body aching with a combination of exhaustion and lingering desire.
Sasha's expression softened, her hazel eyes searching Ema's face. "You sure? You look like you've been through hell and back."
Ema nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, but we've got bigger things to worry about. Like, conquering this tower." She gestured towards the entrance of the room. "Come on, let's get moving. We're wasting time." She said, her voice steady despite her lingering fear. She led the way, her amber eyes scanning the dimly lit passageway for any sign of danger. As they ventured deeper into the labyrinthine corridors, Ema couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. She tightened her grip on her healer's staff, her senses on high alert.
Sasha followed close behind, her hazel eyes mirroring Ema's wariness. As they rounded a corner, she paused and cocked her head to one side, her canine ears twitching. "Do you hear that?" she asked in a low voice, her hand resting on the hilt of her short sword.
Ema's ears also twitched, and she froze, her eyes widening as she finally heard it—a soft, muffled sound, a gagged moan of pleasure, coming from deeper within the tower. It was a woman's voice, distorted, barely audible over the ambient sounds of the tower. Sasha’s eyes narrowed as she turned to Ema, her grip tightening on her sword. "What the fuck was that?" she whispered, the hair on the back of her neck standing up.
Ema swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she listened again. There it was—another moan, this time a little louder, a little clearer. And she heard something else, too—a wet, sucking sound.
She exchanged a horrified glance with Sasha, who looked as stunned as Ema felt. They moved cautiously down the corridor, the moans growing louder, more guttural. Rounding another corner, they found the source of the sounds. A nude woman, her skin pale and clammy, was trapped in a grotesque cocoon of jelly-rubber, her legs spread wide and her loins exposed. Her face was contorted in a mix of agony and ecstasy as she moaned, her body writhing with the intensity of her contractions. Ema and Sasha stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock and horror as they watched the woman's swollen belly begin to move. Tentacles, slimy and writhing, started to poke out from her loins, their cold, wet tips probing and grasping.
Ema's breath hitched, her cat ears flattening against her head as she struggled to process the scene unfolding before her. She had seen the woman, the goblin creature, back in the entrance, but this... this was something else entirely.
Ema's body betrayed her, her nipples hardening and her breath hitching as she watched the woman's belly squirm and writhe. A deep ache began to build between her own thighs, and she felt a warm, wet sensation as her womb parasite began to stir. She clamped her legs together, her amber eyes wide with shock and horror as she felt the creature's tentacles slither out of her womb and slide into her vagina.
Ema's face flushed a deep crimson, and she bit down hard on her lower lip, her cat ears flattening against her head as she fought to maintain her composure. Her eyes darted to Sasha, who was gripping her sword with white-knuckled intensity, her gaze locked on the horrifying scene before them.
Ema could see the struggle in her partner's expression, the desire to help the woman warring with the cruel reality of their situation. Sasha's brow furrowed, her jaw clenched, as she watched the woman's labia stretch and dilate, her body convulsing with each thrust of the spider-like tentacle monster exiting her body. The creature's spindly tentacle limbs wrapped around her hips, providing an anchor as it worked to pull it's larger abdomen out of her womb.
Meanwhile, Ema felt her own body betray her as the tentacles of her womb parasite surged forth, slipping easily into her slick channel. She continued to clamp her legs together, trying to contain the creature within her, but it was no use. The tentacles were insistent, coiling and uncoiling, seeking their target with an almost sentient malevolence.
Sasha's hazel eyes widened in alarm as she noticed movement overhead. "Ema, look out!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the chamber. But Ema was too distracted, her amber gaze locked onto the writhing body of the cocooned woman. She didn't see the creature that sprang from the shadows on the ceiling, didn't hear the soft, wet sound it made as it launched its attack. Before she could react, a strand of jelly-webbing snaked out from the tentacle spider, latching onto her back with a sickening splat.
Ema gasped, her body jolting as the cold, wet tendril made contact.
She didn't have time to process what had happened as she was yanked off the ground, her body dangling from the jelly-like webbing. Panic surged through her veins, her cat ears flat against her head as she thrashed and kicked, desperate to free herself. She could hear Sasha's muffled shouts, her voice filled with frustration and concern, but she couldn't see her partner. All she could focus on was the ecstasy in her loins as the parasitic tentacles within her continued to writhe and squirm.
Then, with a final, guttural moan, the tentacle spider finished pulling its body free of the cocooned woman's dilated vagina. The woman arched her back, a shuddering cry of pleasure escaping her lips as her monstrous baby was born. The creature landed gracefully, its body glistening with a sickening sheen. The woman, now utterly spent, collapsed in her jelly-web cocoon.
Seeing an opportunity to help Ema, Sasha readied her sword, her hazel eyes narrowing with determination. The tentacle spider newborn crawled towards her, its body contracting and expanding with each slithering movement. "Ema, hold on!" Sasha shouted, her voice echoing through the chamber. "I'm coming to get you!"
However, her plan was cut short as the newborn tentacle spider lunged at her, its suction cups latched onto her leather braces, pulling her off balance. Sasha cursed, her grip tightening on her sword as she fought to maintain her footing. Meanwhile, the tentacle spider from the ceiling began to spin a jelly-rubber cocoon around Ema. Webbing shot out from its body, coating Ema in a thick, translucent layer that clung to her skin, her robe, and her staff.
She screamed, her cat ears flattened against her head as she kicked and thrashed, desperate to free herself. But the jelly-like substance hardened almost instantly, muffling her cries and binding her limbs. Her arms were now pinned to her sides.
"Sasha!" Ema cried out as the webbing covered her mouth and one of her eyes. Her amber orb, still visible, was wild with terror and disbelief. The tentacle spider from the ceiling continued its work, its body pulsating as it spun more web, ensnaring Ema in its grotesque cocoon. She struggled, her body convulsing as she felt the tentacles within her writhe and squirm, their cold, wet tips probing and exploring every inch of her vulnerable flesh.
The tentacle spider, wrapped one of its thick, ropy limbs around her waist. She screamed out Sasha's name, her voice muffled. The creature carried her away, its gait steadily increasing until the sounds of Sasha's battle became little more than a distant echo. Ema's amber eyes widened in terror as the tentacle spider began to spin more of the jelly-rubber, cementing her to the cold, damp wall like an insect caught in a web. The substance hardened almost instantly, locking her in place, her arms and legs helplessly pinned to her sides.
As the tentacle spider retreated, leaving her alone in the dimly lit passageway, Ema couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. The tentacle inside her continued its relentless fucking, its cold, wet tips probing and rubbing against every sensitive spots within her. She tried to resist, to push the sensation away, but her body betrayed her, her hips jerking in time with the creature's thrusts. The sensation was foreign, yet oddly familiar, and it sent waves of heat racing through her.
Ema struggled to regain control. She couldn't give in to this, not here, not like this. But the tentacle was insistent, its movements growing faster, more urgent.
Ema's back arched involuntarily, a moan escaping her lips as the creature's tip brushed against her G-spot. She couldn't help but let out a soft cry of pleasure, her hips bucking as she surrendered to the sensation. The orgasm hit her hard and fast, her body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. As she rode out the last throes of her climax, Ema felt a sudden, warm pressure in her womb. The tentacle monster was growing, expanding, filling her completely. Her belly, already showing a bump, now protruded more noticeably, as if she were two months pregnant. Panic surged through her, her amber eyes wide with fear as she realized the true extent of her violation.
The tentacles inside her, once so insistent, now began to retreat, slithering back into the depths of her womb, leaving her loins feeling strangely empty. Ema gasped, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath, her cat ears twitching in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't be pregnant with... with whatever that thing was.
But as Ema lay there, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her stolen orgasm, she noticed that the sounds of Sasha's battle seemed to be subsiding. Her heart pounded in her chest as she listened intently, her amber eyes scanning the dimly lit passageway for any sign of her partner.
"Sasha?" Ema called out, gaged by her cocoon. She half-expected the woman to respond, to reassure her that everything was fine. But there was only silence, the heavy thuds of battle replaced by an eerie stillness. Panic surged as she realized that Sasha might be in trouble. She struggled against her jelly-web prison, her cat ears twitching with frustration as she tried to free herself. But the substance was unyielding, its grip only tightening further as she thrashed.
Just as Ema was about to give up hope, she heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching. A figure appeared at the edge of her vision, panting heavily, her chest heaving with exertion. It was Sasha, her hazel eyes wild with a mix of determination and fear. Her clothing was now disheveled and soaked with a mix of goo and blood, the stench of the tentacle monsters hanging heavy in the air.
"Ema!" Sasha cried out, her voice hoarse and strained. She rushed to Ema's side, her short sword glistening with blood as she began to hack at the jelly-web, her muscles straining with the effort. "Hang on, Ema. I'm coming," Sasha grunted, her short sword slicing. With a final, violent tug, she cut Ema free from her grotesque cocoon. Ema stumbled, her cat ears flattened against her head as she turned away from Sasha, embarrassed by her larger belly. But Sasha didn't seem to notice.
"We need to get out of here," Sasha growled, her voice tinged with anger and urgency.