She struggled, realizing at once that her assumptions had been wrong about the nature of the bone pile. This was the thing stripping flesh from bones. The roper was the beast that had devoured countless animals and several unlucky humans. Grabbing prey in its tentacles. Swallowing them in that huge, yawning mouth lined with teeth that was opening wide to devour Sophie.

  “Not much time,” she gasped as the monster drew her slowly towards the ceiling. Tentacles had wrapped her legs and were encircling her waist. One thick, slimy tentacle was already prying open Sophie’s breastplate. Another removed her boot and slithered over her bare foot and toes. The warm saliva of the roper acted as a sedative wherever it touched bare flesh, making her skin feel pleasantly warm and sapping Sophie of her urge to struggle.

  But such a venom could not overcome the horror of that giant yellow eye staring down at her with such monstrous hunger. Nor the gruesome promise of that wide mouth, opening and quivering with anticipation, the roper’s tongue reaching towards her as she was drawn closer and closer to her doom.

  “Feel… warm… all over,” gasped Sophie, hanging upside down as the thick brown tentacle finally popped open her cuirass. The armor dropped past her head and dangling hair. Her breasts flopped out almost to her chin. Two tentacles seized them at once, hefting them as if judging their weight and then tightening around them. Warmth melted into her heaving breasts. So relaxing and pleasant. Slime dripped over her pliable flesh and onto her face. She could feel another tentacle trying to work its way into her groin armor.

  “So many tentacles,” moaned Sophie, struggling against the urge to submit. “Gotta… get my sword… before…”

  Her fingers closed on the grip of Temptress. The feel of the textured leather bands and the weight of the sword as it slid free of its sheath gave Sophie a moment of hope. A hope that was dashed an instant later as two tentacles wrapped her arm and rolled along her bare skin, stripping the sword from her grasp and causing it to plummet to the pit full of bones below.

  “Nooo!” cried Sophie, bucking her hips in a futile attempt to wriggle free and watching the sword crunch blade-first into the bones below her.

  The roper drew her close at last, suspending her before its yellow eye to study her naked flesh. The tentacle squirming into Sophie’s groin plate finally tore it free and this dropped to the bones below her.

  I will be among those bones soon enough, realized Sophie, a grim shudder running through her naked body as it was constricted and pulled by the roper’s many tentacles.

  There was a certain dark purpose to what the roper was doing. Methodically slithering its tentacles over every part of her body as some animals might clean food before eating it. The sensation was increasingly pleasant. Sophie’s fears receded as she began to succumb to the intoxicating venom of the creature.

  “Ohhhhh, please,” she moaned, her breath coming in hot gasps. Her powerful thighs tensing. A tentacle dragging seductively over the mound of her cunt. Another teasing between her buttocks. Two more seeming to flick at her nipples.

  One tentacle encountered the darkborne mark on the back of Sophie’s neck and, for the briefest moment, the roper’s eye seemed to narrow. As if it recognized something of the mark. The symbol pulsed hot, stoking Sophie’s helpless arousal. The roper snarled, long strings of saliva dropping from its mouth and splattering against Sophie’s bound breasts and into her face.

  She spit to keep the foul mucus from her mouth. She kicked and tried to move her arms, but her strength was fading. She was naked. Fondled. Squeezed. She could feel the heat of the roper’s fetid breath gusting over her jiggling body.

  A thick brown tentacle rose between Sophie’s parted thighs and curled above her like a serpent poised to strike. The fleshy tip peeled back to reveal a bulging pink organ, bluntly crowned and with a small hole in the tip. The harlot knew a cock when she saw one. The roper’s organ throbbed lustfully and drooled a long stream of milky yellowish liquid that splashed against Sophie’s breasts.

  “Yesssss,” she hissed as the darkborne mark beat against her mind. She opened her thighs wider and rocked her hips, offering her slime-smeared cunt to the roper’s cock.

  Two more tentacles rose beside the first, peeling back skins from their bulging pink tips. A trio of cocks curving above her, bobbing slowly in midair as the roper seemed to study her reaction.

  “Do you… do you do this to everyone?” gasped Sophie, a mad smile forming on her lips as she lifted her head to stare up at the tentacles. “Or am I special?”

  The tentacles wriggled at her words and pulsed excitedly, spurting her breasts and belly with streams of lubricating pre. The roper’s three cocks drooled faster, the little holes at the tips pulsing as pre flowed more urgently from each.

  It’s going to fuck me, realized Sophie. If I make this thing cum enough, maybe it will let me go. Or at least give me the strength to escape.

  “Come on then, big boy,” she cried, jerking her hips in its binding tentacles. “Fuck me! Fuck my brains out!”

  She moaned and arched her back, her mind awash with darkborne lust. Her body trembling, the roper’s cocks so close that she was certain she could flick her tongue out and taste their slime. It was intoxicating. A promise of the pleasure soon to come.

  She yelped at the sudden pain of the roper’s cock plunging through the lips of her sex. But this was only a momentary pain and in only a few lewd, slurping thrusts, the pleasure was sweeter than she could have imagined. So much better than the cock of any man. It felt like a giant, greasy fist was plunging into her, stretching her cunt and forcing her body to accept the roper’s hot alien flesh.

  “Oh, fuck!” she gasped, feeling her tight channel stretch to accommodate the roper. The head of its cock pummeling her womb. Its pulsing shaft throbbing against her taut cuntlips. “Fuck meeee!”

  The constricting tentacles tightened their grasp around her breasts and thighs like the hands of an excited lover. The roper spread her legs wider and plowed its cock into her trembling cunt, driving a climax into Sophie’s body. A climax that fed strength into her through her darkborne mark. The two remaining cocks rose above Sophie until they were directly over her head. Ropes of drool spilled from the tips of the tentacles and into Sophie’s face.

  “Oh, yes!” she moaned in delight, working her body as much as the tentacles would allow, giving the roper more room to fuck her. “Oh, please!”

  She closed her eyes, another orgasm shuddering through her as the roper’s cock began to pump furiously in and out of her trembling pussy. One of the tentacles dripping onto Sophie's face moved closer, spilling its monstrous pre across her lips and into her mouth. She tasted the salty slime and moaned, opening her mouth. Offering it to the monster's inhuman lust. Orgasms wracking her body as it relentlessly plundered her pussy.

  The tentacle above Sophie's face drew closer and pushed its tip against her parted lips. She could not help herself, moaning lustily as she accepted its thrust and began to eagerly suck. The difference in texture and shape of the monster's organ was startling at first. Her jaw ached. An expert cocksucker, she still had to struggle not to gag as the tip plundered her throat. Despite the discomfort, she found herself savoring the foreign sensation of being filled, of being more filled, of being stretched to her absolute limit by the drooling cocks.

  “MMmmmmmmm,” she gasped, sucking on the tentacle in her mouth, feeling the steady stream of pre leaking from the tip and coating her tongue and throat. Another orgasm shook her body and sent waves of strength flowing through her veins.

  The tentacles tightened further, pulling Sophie’s body closer to the drooling monster. The huge yellow eye like a full moon glowing above her face. Her breasts smashed against the fleshy bulges of the roper’s tentacles. Her nipples, hard as pebbles, pressed against the warm flesh of the monster. She could feel its warm slime flowing over her naked flesh and mixing with her sweat.

  The roper snarled, drool dripping from its fanged maw to splatter across her belly. Another tentacle rose between her suspended thighs and plunged into her sopping pussy. She was overfilled. Plundered past the point of comprehension. She shuddered with another mind-numbing climax and moaned, a single thought – I’m going to die here – flashing through her mind.

  But she did not care. She sucked on the tentacle plundering her mouth. She gulped the vile potion of slime spurting from the monster’s cock. Her body jolting and spasming with rapture. Her muscles tensing and tightening as another monstrous cock squirmed between her cheeks and claimed her tight clench with a savage thrust.

  The beast howled with pleasure, filling three holes at once, pumping into her, and letting loose with an eruption that gushed its hot seed into her spasming pussy. The roper emptied its four cocks into her with staggered eruptions, pumping and spurting its thick, oily semen down her throat, into her ass, and overflowing her pussy.

  The roper was not satisfied. Its lust did not relent. It pounded into Sophie’s pussy, ass, and down her throat, unleashing a storm of pleasure in her body. It filled her with cum until her abdomen bulged and its putrid spunk flowed steadily out of her pussy and ass. The roper’s huge tongue reached out and dragged across the tops of her tits. She whimpered and bucked and came again. Those teeth so close. That massive mouth wide with deadly promise.

  The moment came when the roper’s hunger overtook its lust. It snarled and began to pull its cock tentacles from Sophie’s well-used holes. She gasped as the cock left her throat, cum bubbling out of her nose and mouth. She moaned and shuddered as the slimy cocks left her pussy, stretched wide and pouring out the monster’s filthy load. At last, the cock tentacle popped free of Sophie’s ass, and cum drained shamefully out of her in long, greasy spurts.

  The roper brought her closer and opened its mouth wide to devour her. Sophie hung limp in its tentacles. Seemingly defeated. Exhausted and helpless. It held her by only a single rope wrapped around her breasts and beneath her arms as it lifted her limp body headfirst towards its mouth. She felt its tongue rasping on her cheek and did not stir as it tasted her supple skin.

  Only, Sophie was not exhausted at all. The darkborne mark had fed her with unholy strength. Each orgasm infusing her with more erotic energy. Her muscles bulged. Her head lifted and she gazed into the roper’s single yellow eye.

  “Sorry,” she growled, her throat sore from being fucked, “gonna have to cancel our dinner date.”

  She swung her body using the tentacle wrapped around her as a pivot point and brought her legs up with overwhelming force. Both feet met the roper’s eye and it blinked and jerked it entire conical body. The pain caused all its tentacles to spasm and flail and Sophie dropped from its grasp. She rolled into a tight ball, landing in the bone pit with a crunch of shattering bones. Thankfully, not her bones.

  She rolled twice through the slimy remains of the roper’s past meals, sending the vermin she had been so worried about scattering away in terror. The roper, roaring with rage that echoed through the cavern, reached its slimy tentacles into the pit. Sophie burrowed into the stinking bones, gathering what she could feel of her equipment as she did. Her cuirass, her under-wrap, Temptress.

  She came out on the far side of the pit, out of reach of the roper, but also back where she had started. She could not hope to cross the bridge with the creature staring at her with rage. Its tentacles writhed in the air with fury. It howled again, gnashing its teeth.

  “Yeah, I know, you’re hungry,” said Sophie. She meant it in more ways than one. She had managed to make the beast cum but had hardly drained its ardor. Only enough to let its hunger take over. Were her powers capable of exhausting such a beast? Could she defeat it? She folded her arms across her slimy breasts, staring at the creature writhing in immobile anger. “I just need to find your weakness, conehead. For now, we’ll call this a draw.”

  She took one last look across the bridge. The Blasted Cathedral would have to wait. She needed to learn how to defeat a roper to get past the viscount’s subterranean guardian.

  8

  Lessons in Satisfying Ropers

  Sophie’s small room at The Dimmed Lantern was full of books and the smoky smell of burning candles. She had spent every coin to her name to buy half a library’s worth of codices of creatures, folios of fiends, and manuals of the monstrous.

  As she had quickly learned, the anatomy of a roper was simple. It was in essence a predatory barnacle with tentacles. It had a tiny brain, a huge mouth, and a single chambered stomach where the roper’s meals were reduced to a nutrient broth and some loose bones. After digesting, the roper would absorb the nutrients and expel the bones from its mouth.

  “That explains the smell,” said Sophie, remembering the way the stench of her encounter had slung to her body. She was still wrapped in a towel from her third hot bath in a row. She turned the page of The Flesh and Fluids of Worldborne Monstrosities to the chapter about roper sexual habits and read aloud, “’Once the roper finds its feeding ground, it attaches itself permanently to the surface. Because the roper is unlikely to find mates of its own species, it relies upon females of other species to carry its young. The roper is not shy about such mating, using its grasping tentacles to immobilize prey and three to five breeding tentacles to inseminate the prey.’”

  “Or four breeding tentacles,” noted Sophie, rubbing gingerly at her smarting snatch. She continued to read aloud, “’The roper’s seed is unusually potent, making successful breeding with females almost guaranteed, but the roper’s small brain is governed by its appetite for flesh. Almost without exception, ropers feed upon their prey rather than mating or after mating.’”

  “Ewwwww.” Sophie wrinkled her nose. “Talk about sloppy seconds. This thing has them for supper. I’m lucky I managed to take myself off the menu. Let’s just hope the damned mark on my neck managed to keep the roper’s swimmers away from my womb.”

  She pressed her fingers against her abdomen just above her mound and felt the purity of her womb throbbing deep within her. The roper had not claimed her. It would take something far more potent than a little monster spunk to defeat the protection of her darkborne mark.

  She continued her reading, “’If the roper manages to fully satisfy its lust, it will sometimes enter a torpor like state of fatigue and release the prey back into its feeding grounds. This gives the prey time to escape. The roper’s offspring will quickly gestate and be birthed as larvae in only a few weeks. This process is generally painless but disturbing to sentient prey who—’ Ugh, that’s enough of that.”

  She pushed the book of monstrous anatomy aside and picked up the summoner’s guidebook. Conjuring and Care of Unspeakable Evils had required most of her gold and a rather unpleasant fuck for a gray-bearded old freak selling illegal spell books out of his curio shop. She could still feel his gumming mouth and wet tongue on her tits. Getting the feel of those bony hands and that nasty old cock off her had been her second bath of the morning. Then she’d realized her hair still smelled like roper cum, so she’d gone for a third bath.

  “Let’s see here if I can satisfy a roper’s lust without giving birth to a bunch of disgusting grub worms.” She flipped to the page detailing summoning methods for a roper. The process seemed simple. Just a circle of salt and a few candles. A little chanting, a little blood. Nothing that would get Mardoch too angry with her. She glanced around her tiny room. “Not enough room for a roper. Maybe I should go somewhere else to do this.”

  She turned the page and found a “Roper, Pygmy” listing.

  “Ah, now that’s more like it.” She read the description, “’This tiny version of a roper is anatomically identical to its full-sized cousin. Beware, it has similar appetites to a full-sized roper and may become amorous with an unwary summoner. Good for protecting safes or gardens. Will help keep rats from the larder. If properly tamed, might even be used to keep the summoner’s wife company if the summoner needs to go in search of spell ingredients. Roper pregnancies and addictive secretions might be a problem for some marriages.’”

  “Well, I’m single,” said Sophie with a shrug.

  This sounded like exactly what Sophie needed to do a little training. The summoning ritual was even simpler than summoning a full-sized roper, requiring only a basket to place the pygmy roper in and a single drop of blood.

  She shoved aside books and her gear and made enough room on the floor to draw a circle of salt. Sophie followed the diagram in the book carefully and placed the basket at the center of the circle. She dragged her fingertip against the blade of Temptress and the edge bit into her skin. She pinched her thumb beneath the tiny cut and two drops of blood splashed into the basket.

  The chant was in some elftongue that Sophie did not understand but the words were also spelled out phonetically in Bravuran.

  “Garshkul nothkar surshak! Andono Fathkar hathak!” She chanted, repeating the words nine times as the salt lines began to pulse and glow with aetheric energy. Conjuring a worldborne monster was far easier than summoning a sinborne or darkborne demon. No veil of realms need be pierced. No dark spirits appeased. The ritual simply called the creature forth from another place in the world.

  There was a final pulse of light from the circle and the pygmy roper materialized in the basket like a fleshy poppet. Its body was softer and pudgier than the roper she had encountered. The pygmy was the size of a human head with a wide frowning mouth and a bulging yellow eye that looked slowly up at her. It sported nine tentacles, each shorter and fatter in comparison to the pygmy’s size than the tentacles of a full-sized roper. They looked like long, limp cocks hanging from the blunted cone of the central body.

  The pygmy roper blinked its singular eye as if surprised to suddenly be in the back bedroom of a tavern.

 

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