Lemuria

Chapter 2

It Takes a Village

Ephiran Academy, 10 Years Ago

"I appreciate the nobility of your goals, but I am afraid that your method is simply...unworkable as is." Professor Velis didn't want to crush the young lad's dreams. Bitter as Marlow may be, especially where the crown was concerned, he still had much potential. The elderly elf, one of the few remaining to have known the Goddess personally, placed a gentle hand on his young apprentice's shoulder. "Symbiosis is an admirable goal. Especially if these organisms could, as you claim, augment the body and end hunger. But, as your own results have shown, the host simply cannot survive the binding process. The body is just not compatible with what your creation is trying to do to it."

Marlow had to admit that the doddering old fool had a point. The twisted rat carcasses currently being consumed by his creations certainly seemed to prove it. "I'm afraid that you have created a parasite. Rather, a parasitoid. Killing and consuming its host rather than augmenting it as you intended."

"Maybe I can adjust the symbiote? Have it modify the next set of rats before bonding to them? Make their bodies more pliant, more accepting of the changes the my creations wish to--"

"I'm afraid not. To be wholly honest, your creations already border on blasphemy as is. Unintentionally, I'm sure. But to try to reshape the host as well? That is simply a step too far. Too similar to the actions of the Exile itself" Velis gave the ambitious sorcerer a kindly smile. "Again, unintentionally so, I know. You're a good lad, with a brilliant mind. Dispose of the failed experiments, then take the rest of the night off. Tomorrow we can find a new course of action by which to pursue your goals. One that aligns more properly with the goddess's will."

And that was that. Marlow knew there would be no changing this relic's mind. Even Velis's half-blind eyes had finally caught on the the nature of his work. At this rate the old fool might even figure out who had broken into his archives and removed the forbidden texts. As the professor took his leave, a twisted thought welled up in the young scholar's mind. I think it might finally be time for my graduation. And time for Velis's luck to run out.

Lemuria Southern Border

"You should really count yourself lucky. I could do much worse to you." Grimacing in rapturous agony, Verity had to admit Marlow had a point. While she certainly didn't enjoy him experimenting on her using his newly-acquired gifts, she at least had come out of the experience still roughly shaped like herself. She shuddered, both from the buzzing ministrations of the devices still lodged in her holes and from the memory of what Marlow had done to the two bound beastkin on the return journey. The sight of the distorted, monstrous things that had eventually loped sinisterly into the woods would haunt her nightmares.

Her current state, however, was still far from ideal. Marlow had made extensive use of the spare time their journey had presented. Verity's lips, inflated to nearly twice their original size, puffed out obscenely around her gag. Her already-slim waist and generous buttocks had been further shrunk and grown, respectively, although thankfully not to the extent of her still grossly-warped breasts, so full and heavy that she was forced to walk with her torso held nearly horizontal. It was all but impossible to keep her nipples, now nearly thumb-sized, from dragging along the ground as she desperately hobbled to avoid more painful tugs on her leash. At least the massive cock he had caused to sprout from her loins had only been a temporary curse. After several minutes of watching her collapsed in a cum-spewing heap on the ground, Marlow had either taken pity on Verity or simply grown bored and restored her genitalia to their original state.

The sorcerer had halted at the crest of a hill, and so Verity also came to a shuddering stop, fluid dripping steadily down her trembling thighs. The agonizing days-long hike had finally brought the pair to Marlow's next target: the small farming village of Nearheath lay splayed out upon the wide plain below.

"Let's make you a bit more presentable." The sorcerer extended his will toward the trembling demon, causing her form to return to something much closer to its original shape. To her chagrin, the plump, whorish lips remained, as did the various pieces of bondage gear tormenting her form. Still, at least she could finally stand upright again as her breasts shrunk from grotesquely bloated to merely "uncomfortably large."

Marlow looked into his servant's eyes. "I'm sure you still have your...reservations due to the events of the last few days. I hope you can find some small comfort in knowing that I fully intend to fulfill my promise to the Exile. In fact, you will have the honour of being a key part in my efforts to do so."

With that, he retrieved another flask from a pocket. Writhing within its glassy confines was a shiny, jet-black wormlike...thing. Marlow popped out the cork and dropped the squirming creature at Verity's feet. With shocking speed, it slithered up her leg, squeezed under her chastity belt, and slipped into her distended gash, wriggling up alongside the massive dildo and up into her womb. Marlowe placed a hand over her belly and focused his newfound powers into the creature now dwelling within. You've waited a decade for this, my little friend. Time to achieve your purpose. Verity doubled over, this time not from pleasure but from a churning pain as the ancient magic took hold. Then, as quickly as it had started, the agony faded away. "There. All ready for your big moment. Now, come along. It's market day."

Nearheath Market

Micah wasn't overly fond of market day. In spite of his imposing stature, he was a timid soul. "My shy giant," his dearest Sara often called him. However, traditions were traditions. And in Nearheath, that meant that the men went to market, perusing the wares brought in by merchant caravans, while the women and children used the time to handle home matters such as cleaning and washing. Micah sighed. He LIKED cleaning up around the house. So wrapped up in his own head was he that he almost walked straight into the dense crowd ahead. Curious, he craned his neck for a closer look. Spotting the pale mask worn by a hooded figure at the heart of the throng, he immediately understood the excitement.

It had been well over a year since the masked sorcerer had made an appearance in Nearheath. His presence today was by no means unwelcome, but was a source of concern for some. Typically, he arrived only during periods of droughts, sicknesses, or other disasters, offering magical aid and asking for little in return. If he was back, it could only mean that something was amiss.

"Men of Nearheath, I humbly ask for your aid in completing a task most grim." The sorcerer spoke firmly, but with an urgent undercurrent. "During my wanderings, I encountered a being most vile." He gestured theatrically toward an odd-looking shape at his side, covered by a rough tarp. "A demon so drenched in the Exile's corruption that her very existence threatens to rip open the walls between worlds and release her master to destroy our world." Fearful mutterings spread through the assembled masses. "I had intended to bring the wretched creature to Ephira and secure the help of the College of Mages in completing the cleansing ritual, but I am afraid I have run out of time." He lowered his masked gaze to the ground in shame. "I am truly sorry for bringing this evil to your door, but I have no other option but to beg for your aid."

Encouragement rang out from the assembled villagers. Micah felt a swelling of pride. The sorcerer had saved the people of Nearheath on many an occasion. This time, they would be the ones to come to his rescue. They would be the--

Micah lost track of his thoughts as the sorcerer whipped the tarp off the object next to him, revealing a blue, tailed woman, dressed only in straps and chains, locked in a pillory. The clearly demonic creature shouted muffled obscenities into a gag, shaking her blindfolded head back and forth. The bells dangling from her piercings jangled angrily as she thrashed about.

"Good girl. Keep up the show." Marlow's voice rang unbidden in Verity's ears. Another fun quirk of her new life to get used to. Trying not dwell on the patronizing praise, she continued struggling as Marlow explained to the assembled rubes that only the life-giving essence of the Goddess, deposited directly in the beast's womb, could balance out the Exile's corruption and render it inert. Part of her had to admire his gall. She'd certainly fucked her way through plenty of towns in the past, but never so openly. She could practically hear the mouthbreathers hardening at the prospect of ravaging her, although the powerful pheromones she was using to douse the area were likely a contributing factor there as well. Honestly, if the sorcerer had let her in on his plans (and, more importantly, his methodology), she might have volunteered. Maybe. She still wasn't sure what the intruder occupying her body was going to do.

"But I'm married, your sorcerer-ness." Micah saw at least some of his fellows nodding in assent as he spoke. "I have vows to consider." The sorcerer approached, laying a hand on the large man's shoulder. "Truly, it speaks volumes about the strength of your character that your thoughts flew so swiftly to so noble a place. You are exactly the kind of man that is required for this grim task." The sorcerer gestured grandly toward the crowd. "I ask you this: what could be more noble than sacrificing your own spiritual well-being to protect the greater good? The act I ask of you is no betrayal. Rather, it is an affirmation of the very love that you seek to honour!" Marlow stepped back and switched to a more informal tone. "Besides, this thing isn't even a real person. So I dare say fucking it wouldn't count against any vows anyways."

Verity had to struggle to disguise a derisive snort as a snarl and keep up her act. Perhaps she was overestimating Marlow. Even as lust-addled as they new are, there is no way that these morons will--

"For the Goddess!" Micah bellowed as he thrust hilt-deep into the succubus's moist, eager hole. The other men took up the battlecry, forming a disorderly line behind him. Micah paused for a moment, hands locked around the bound temptress's hips. The creature was nothing like his beloved Sara. He could feel its inner walls squirming and writhing, as if trying to milk the seed right out of him. After a few seconds of this treatment, seemingly an eternity, he began pumping in and out of Verity in earnest. He had to. To save the world. For Sara.

Two minutes. When Verity was actually trying to consume someone's essence, she had never had a partner last more than two minutes. And those were usually exceptional specimens. It was a point of pride she would often bring up on the rare occasions when she encountered others of her kind. These stupid villagers stood no chance. Her first ravisher, clumsy and oafish, finished within seconds. As her walls pumped the bumbling fool's cock to extract its life-giving seed, Marlow's critter began to do its job. A minuscule tendril extended from the creature occupying her womb and deposited its tiny payload straight into the first victim's ensnared tool by means of a needle-like tip. Caught in a bucking climax, he didn't notice. Just a little prick, after all. Within Micah's unknowing body, the Exile's corruption began to set in, preparing its new vessel for the change that was soon to come.

As the next enthusiastic would-be savior mounted the writhing succubus, Marlow thanked Micah for his efforts, swore him to secrecy (using a small light show as they shook hands to make the man think his oath was magically binding), and sent him on his way. As he turned back to the enthusiastic spectacle, he heard Verity's current partner come to his own loud, inelegant conclusion. Marlow sighed. At the speed at which she was going through them, he was going to have a line of his own to deal with.

Micah's Homestead

Sara and Micah had always made an odd pair. The gentle giant and his sprightly, fiery-tempered bride. This had extended into the bedroom, as she often found herself having to initiate their couplings. He was not an unenthusiastic lover, mind, just one that needed a guiding hand. Or, at least, that was how he usually was.

"Ffffuuuuck!" Sara screamed into a pillow as her husband plowed her from behind. He had returned from the market empty in hand but with a burning hunger in his eyes. After a few minutes of unfocused, barely sensible conversation, he had all but thrown his confused (but not displeased) wife over his shoulder and carried her to their bed.

As Micah's thrusting grew in intensity and force, Sara started to feel an unfamiliar tinge of fear. While her husband's newfound enthusiasm was quite the thrill, he hadn't spoken a word since he mounting her like a rutting animal. As she began to turn to ask him to slow down, he grabbed a handful of her vibrant red hair and wrenched her head back. "Micah, enough!" At the sound of her pained exclamation, he finally obeyed, ceasing his movement and releasing his hold. However, before Sara could begin to collect her thoughts, the moment passed and he fell upon her with renewed vigour, his hairy chest pressing her body further into the mattress while he penetrated her with a violence she had never believed he could possess.

Crying in pain and humiliation, all Sara could do was endure as her body was used as a tool for Micah's pleasure. With horror, she felt an unwilling orgasm begin to build as the stranger wearing her husband's shape finally came, spurting his seed into her aching hole. Helplessly, she waited for him to finish, hoping desperately that sating his lust would somehow return her beloved husband to his senses. But the flow of his spunk didn't stop. She could feel his tool continue pulsing inside her body, depositing load after load, for far longer than it should.

The weight of Micah's body suddenly fell away, and Sara scrambled off the bed, arms shielding her naked form as she turned with shock, horror, and rage toward the once-kind man who had just used her like a toy. However, Sara's harsh words caught in her throat as she saw her husband writhing on the floor, grunting unintelligibly as his orgasm continued on and on. Sara screamed in panic, recoiling at the sight of the shimmery, oily black fluid ejecting without pause from his swollen member. Already, his entire pelvic region was coated in the alien substance, and to her horror, it hungrily began crawling up and down his body, coating it in a reflective layer.

A sudden jolt of pain forced Sara to turn her attention to her own nether region. Looking down in shock, she witnessed her belly swell and distend. Within seconds, her figure resembled that of a mother-to-be in her second trimester. Unable to see her pussy beneath her still-growing midsection, she was unaware of the slick black substance leaking out of her own genitals as well until she saw the first tendrils snaking their way up past her bellybutton. Eyes growing wide with terror, she began to scream once more.

Nearheath Market

Verity protested into her gag as she saw Marlow approach. "Oh, calm down. You're sated, aren't you?" Marlow certainly had a point there. The marathon fuck-session had lasted the better part of the day. She had never absorbed so much cum in so short a time before. She had often heard humans speak of fullness and lethargy after too large a meal, but she never thought she'd experience the sensation herself.

She had assumed Marlow would release her from the pillory once the "cleansing ritual" had reached its conclusion, but he instead simply removed the damned blindfold, extracted his critter from her womb, then watched in solemn silence as the wretched thing withered and died on the ground in front of her.

"I alchemically crafted it myself, you know. Took me years to get it just right. And, even then, I could never get the host connection to function the way I wanted. Kind of hard to build an army if my parasites kill whatever they infect. No, I needed to change the host, to make the body able to accept my creation's gift without succumbing. I admit that tearing open reality obtaining the corrupting powers of an ancient god was a bit of an extreme measure to solve that particular problem, but here we are."

Verity's mumbled response seemed unimpressed. Marlow turned to her. "Why not keep my little pet, my companion for all those years, alive, you ask?" Her eyes made it clear that she had asked nothing of the sort. He snorted. "Sentimentally is weakness. I'd rather not keep useless, pathetic things around when they no longer have a practical use." He chuckled. "Honestly, that probably describes you now as well, now that the initial infection is over and done with."

He patted her head with mock affection. "Don't fear, though. I think I can still find some less practical uses for you. Not everything has to be about world domination." Watching the succubus wring the cum out of an entire town had certainly made Marlow glad for the voluminous, concealing robes he wore as part of his persona. He glanced around. After the last villager had staggered away from Verity's tender clutches, he had swiftly erected a tent over the cum-soaked spectacle. To 'finalize the purification.' Now Marlow had some time and a modicum of privacy. Besides, the demoness could probably use some variety in her experiences. He wouldn't want her growing bored.

Verity heard hear Marlow's clothing fall to the cobbled ground, but locked tight as she was, could not determine what he was doing. She received her answer when his stiff cock forced its way into her surprised ass.

Nearheath Outskirts

Brynne stumbled to the ground as her foot caught in a divot, hewn over the years by constant cart traffic between Nearheath proper and its surrounding farms. The elderly woman's cane dropped to the ground as she unwittingly let out a sharp cry of pain that rung out into the clear, night sky. She cursed under her breath. Those things had probably heard her. Frantically, she scanned her surroundings. Nothing behind her on the road. A soft noise to her right caused Brynne's head to snap around in fear, revealing a bleary-eyed goat she must have startled awake.

Thanking the Goddess, she began pawing at the ground for her cane. There! Using the sturdy oak shaft, Brynne levered herself upright. She hazarded another glance to her rear. Nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this nightmare could--

A frantic bleating drew her attention back to the goat. A dark shape, blacker than the surrounding night, hunched over it. Twin snakelike appendages grasped the poor creature's neck, undulating as they drained it of something. Blood? Water? Brynne had no intention of finding out. If one of the beasts had followed her this far, surely its mate was close behind.

As soon as the thought entered Brynne's mind, another glossy figure bowled her over once again. Falling painfully on her back, she could only stare up at the nightmarish figure looming above her. The thing that had once been her son. Her eyes widened in fear as the creature's tentacles reached out to her, splitting at the tips in anticipation of their meal. The Goddess had forsaken her.

Nearheath Market

"So...you see...after the initial... transformation...they will need...to feed." Speaking in between thrusts, Marlow finally climaxed into Verity's rear passage as he spoke the last word. Remaining deeply entrenched in her body as he finished depositing his load, he continued. "That can take on all manner of forms, but will usually be blood."

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Marlow withdrew with a wet pop and continued to speak as the succubus absorbed the semen, and the life essence within it, he had just expelled into her ass. "Initially, they'll consume anything unsuitable as hosts. Those too old, young, or weak. Once they've sated the initial hunger from their transformation, the next meals should be smaller. More sustainable. Clean it."

He had circled around to the succubus's front, removing her gag's phallic mouth plug and replacing it with his own member. Dutifully, she began using her talented tongue to clean her own shit off his tool.

"Ah, and here is the first of many!" With a flourish, he abruptly withdrew and began to redress. As he did, Verity's pillory finally sprung open, allowing the demon to stand upright for the first time since arriving in the forsaken town. The ankle shackles and gag remained, but she was otherwise free, if still very nude. "Come along. I think you'll be impressed." Cautiously stretching her aching arms, she resignedly stepped toward the tent's exit.

The rubber-coated thing that stood before Verity was certainly a unique sight. Very unexpected. And grotesque. But impressive? Hardly. The large shape was clearly male, based the nearly foot-long member that stood comically erect between its inky black thighs. Shiny coating aside, the creature's legs were fairly normal. However, above the waist, the being's body was a single bulging cylindrical mass, capped at the top by its host's head. It had been rendered as featureless as the rest of his body, save for a perfectly circular mouth hole from which moans of either pain or pleasure emanated. Squinting slightly, she could see, based on the contours of the beast's shape, that the man's arms were drawn tightly across his chest beneath the outer coating, rendering them completely useless.

She had just started to give Marlow an inquisitive look when she noticed three tentacles, clearly larger siblings to the specimen now lying deceased in the sorcerer's tent, coil over the creature's shoulders and begin poking inquisitively at the air around it. As the grotesque lump turned slightly, she could see that each appendage sprang forth from what had once been the man's back. The source of the beast's moans was revealed as well, in the form of a fourth tentacle rhythmically pumping in and out of its helpless victim's ass.

"They are much more impressive now that they have suitable, corrupted bodies to work with. They make for tireless drones, and very hard to kill. Effective fighters, too. They can use their tentacles to infest and convert my foes right in the field. Or just eat them. At this size, they can drain all the life fluids from a cow in seconds." A flicker of fear passed over Verity's face. "Don't you worry, our friend over there would never harm you, or any other corrupted being. It is about as capable of resisting my will as you are. Probably even less so." She wasn't wholly convinced, but had no way of arguing the point.

"I imagine the drone's partner should be along momentarily." As if responding to Marlow's words, a second figure shambled into the square. Much like the previous drone, it was covered in a featureless black coating and possessed a quartet of tentacles. However, unlike its well-endowed partner, this one was clearly female. Two of the tentacles sprouting from its back plunged in and out of its cunt and ass in an alternating pattern. The poor host's leaking tits jutted out form its otherwise featureless torso. They were horribly engorged, larger than her head. Below the creature's distended milkers, her belly appeared impossibly gravid. The creature let out a moan as one tentacle briefly vacated her vagina, clearing a path to allow a knobbly, ovoid object, a seed of some kind, to fell from her gaping, sopping cunt. Then, not skipping a beat, it immediately resuming its thrusting duties. This event repeated every 10 feet or so, until the seedbearing drone stood moaning in front of Marlow. Looking back up the creature's path, Verity was surprised to note that the recently-dropped seeds were rapidly disappearing below the ground's surface, using small, wriggling protrusions to force aside dirt, rock, and even the market square's cobbled stones and flee the surface, seeking refuge in the soil below.

Unfazed by the grotesque nature of his beasts, Marlow strode toward the seed-bearing one, absent-mindedly casting a spell to transmogrify some of the refuse scattered about the market into a wide-rimmed basket. He gingerly placed it beneath the moaning host's dripping hole, then gave a quick arcane gesture, directing his will into the drone's rubbery form. The vocalizations of the suffering woman now inexorably bonded to Marlow's parasite intensified as the slow trickle of seeds became a torrent, her belly rapidly deflating to its natural size as the remaining shapes evacuated her body all at once. "Not a bad harvest, all things considered." He gave the now-gasping drone an affectionate pat on the rump. "Verity, be a dear and do the same for any others as they arrive."

And arrive the other drones did, lurching out of the shadows over the next several hours. Typically in pairs, but sometimes in groups of three or more. 'Secondary infestations,' Marlow had called them. Near as Verity could tell, it just meant that just meant the creatures ran into someone more suitable for fucking and converting than for eating on the way to market.

Soon, Verity found herself grimacing as yet another torrent of juices accompanied a stream of seeds erupting out of her most recent harvest-ee, splashing all over her face. Still, she waited patiently until the latest basket (Marlow had been 'kind' enough to provide dozens) was home to every one of the squirming, pulsating ovoids. The now-drained host, like each other the succubus had tended to so far, shuffled away and joined its kin. The harvested female drones joined the males in a loose cluster in the centre of the square, their voices forming an agonized, incoherent choir as the tentacles continued to ravage their helpless bodies.

Verity stumbled slightly as the mental hold over her body lifted. She glanced around, confused. "You did well." Marlow had crept up behind her. "Your task is done. Every soul in Nearheath is either standing before us or dead on the ground. Nothing left for you to harvest." To Verity's shock, the remainder of her bondage abruptly fell away, clattering loudly against the stones at her feet. Standing completely nude in front of the captive horde, she gingerly massaged her jaw. "A reward for 'services rendered'? Not to complain, but I wasn't exactly doing...ANY of this willingly."

She received a brief mirthful smirk in return. "Honestly, I was just getting bored not having anyone to talk to. Besides, I'm sure you have some questions. Much easier to entertain them when your mouth isn't otherwise...occupied." Verity couldn't fault that logic. Seizing the opportunity, she proceeded with the most pressing of her many queries. "Why the seeds? What are they for? Why were they burrowing underground, and why did you have me harvest a basket-worth from each of those wretched cunts?"

Marlow held up four fingers, ticking them down as he answered. "Because I don't have an army, because I need an army, because seeds need soil to grow and spread their roots, and because that sort of menial task is one of the reasons I am keeping you around."

"Okay, fine. Why are your drones fucking themselves?" Marlow laughed, a sadistic glint in his eye. "Because it's funny. Because every Lemurian deserves all the torment in the world." Stunned at his callousness (which certainly was saying something, considering she was a demon), Verity opened her mouth for a follow-up query but was quickly shushed. "Be quiet for a moment. Just stand still and watch."

As the now-familiar loss of control spread through Verity's body, she briefly wondered if Marlow had only commanded her silence accidentally. The question was answered as she felt his arms creep around her body from behind, one hand tweaking a nipple ring while the other casually toyed with her exposed clit.

Verity's sexual frustration was drowned out, however, by the sight before her. The drones collapsed into a writhing mass as the males plunged their rubbery cocks in alongside the tentacles still levering in and out of the well-stretched cunts of the female specimens. The wretched chorus of moans rose to cacophonous levels as the twisted orgy rapidly reached its peak. "The parasites ensure that their hosts are unable to cum until the right moment." Marlow's breath was heavy in Verity's ear as he leaned in close, making himself heard over the unearthly din. "They are kept perpetually on the brink until I need them to--" his words were cut off as the nearest of the shambling creatures let out an unearthly howl, shooting its load into its writhing partner's snatch. To Verity's shock, the helpless female drone's belly rapidly began to swell as her twitching partner pumped what seemed like gallon after gallon of cum into her womb. The tentacle plundering the male drone's ass accelerated as well, the force causing his hips to buck wildly about.

"The drones will come together at regular intervals to produce new seeds. After all, I need many, many more for my plans." Verity could feel his excitement as he spoke. Guess he gets off on explaining himself. "Soon, my pets will begin to sow their seeds beyond Nearheath's borders." Marlow's fingers finally withdrew, replaced after a moment with his cock as he slowly began fucking Verity from behind. "The seeds will sprout roots deep below the ground, corrupting the very land itself and giving me a network of--" Marlow's thought trailed off as he came in his demonic slave. That was quick. He must really get off from hearing his own voice. Wordlessly, Marlow withdrew and began to dress. "Oh, you can have control of your body back."

Crossing her arms beneath her generous breasts. Verity turned towards her tormentor. "One more question for you. Why?" She gestured at the panorama of grunting flesh and rubber before them. "Why are you doing all of this?" For the first time since meeting him, she saw genuine anger briefly flash across his face. "Another order for you: never ask me that question again." As he brushed past her and slunk away, Verity allowed herself a tiny smirk. A sore spot? Could be the seed of my opportunity.

End of Chapter 2