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Ashira, God of the depths and desire
🕑 Added 2022-07-22 06:53:11 +0000 UTCThis was it, his lucky break, or so Bral thought as he downed the last of his potions was water-breathing. He had heard stories of a cavern deep under the waves just off the coast, one that legends say was home to an ancient treasure from a bygone era, and rumors also say… that no sailor nor pirate has even dared to go for this bounty, which is more than perfect for an aspiring young treasure hunter like himself. As he continued to swim down into the inky black depths, he began to have a feeling creep along his spine, like some unseen eye was following the kobold’s every movement. The feeling continued to grow as he swam down, getting more and more intense as a shape started to pull itself from the abyss, a gaping maw carved in the side of the rock. This was it! The cavern that old hag at the tavern told him, and just in time, he started to feel the effects of the potion wear off. He swam into the open jaws of the rock and after a short bit he began to see light from above, shimmering through the water… An air pocket, perfect the effects of the potion had just worn off and he could feel his lungs begin to scream for a gulp of air. He rushed for the surface, practically breaching the surface and gasping for air. He caught his bearings and looked around he found himself in a cavern, lit up by glowing crystal veins along the rocky walls, a dim blue lighting, more than enough for his natural dark vision. He made his way to the water’s edge and pulled himself on to the wet rocks of the cavern and took a short rest to collect himself and inspect his gear.
While checking his blade for any rust after such a long swim he began to feel that tingling sensation again, this time though he could hear something… at first it was some incomprehensible whispers, like random mumbling, but then he heard something clear as day, “Bral…” he jumped to his feet and held his blade aloft looking around for where the voice came from. “Hello? Who’s there!” he called out eyes darting around the cavern as the whispering began to get louder, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from but he… felt it? Yes, felt it, and it was coming from deeper in the cavern. He began to delve deeper, sword arm held ready and eyes darting around to try and spot there the voices were coming from. Eventually he came to a cavern, one twice as large as the one he came in from, and it had in the center another pool of water, and from it, the voices. He got closer to it, carefully inspecting the pool, it was as black as the depths just outside this cave network, possibly darker, and as he stared in to it he could feel something leering back at him. The longer he stared he began to notice two bright blue dots…. No, no eyes! Eyes staring back at him from that dark pit, once he had locked gaze with them, a pair of lips pulled in to a smile… and then another, and another, and another! Countless rows of teeth grinning at him as the eyes got closer and the black water began to bleed in to purple. He swung his sword at the water in a panic, just splashing it while the creature seemingly got closer, a form taking shape and the voices now felt like they were piercing his mind and he could feel a name be screamed in his head.
“Ashira,” that was the name and just like that he found himself no longer looking down at the pool but up at the face of a violet sharkess with piercing blue eyes and a gentle smile on her lips, and all along her body, in seemingly random spots were countless teeth from numerous maws, each speaking in unison but no words escaped any of them. She held her arms open, as if expecting an embrace but he took this opportunity to strike, thrusting his sword right at her but rather than it make its mark he felt his arm pulled aside, a mouth on her arm had lashed out with a deep dark black tongue, it dripping like water and crawling along his arm. Before he could make another move her other arm’s mouth lashed another tongue out and grabbed his arm restraining it. He began to panic, fighting to try and pull his arms free, but the voices began to put him to ease, and soon he felt himself falling to his knees and this seemed to almost please her. The other mouths along her body began to pull themselves open and inky black tongues began to crawl out of each of them, down her body and along on to his. They slid under his ratty tunic and began to tear it off, and one from her back took his sword from his hand, he didn’t need these anymore and he offered no resistance. A tendril wrapped around his neck and head pulling his lips to between her legs, and he could feel a voice in his head speak to him, “drink of me, and you’ll never know sorrow again, never want again, for you have found your treasure my darling,” at first, he hesitated but eventually he gave in and opened his mouth, a few drops from her fell and hit his tongue and he leaned in closer, drinking the wet fluids dripping from between her legs. What feelings of fear and doubt he had eroded in to comfort and acceptance, and she could feel it, “Good my child, drink long, drink deep,” echoed the voices in his head the, each whisper encouraging him to drink more, and drink he did, he put his tongue right to her folds, dragging it along her otherworldly flesh and gorging himself on the taste of her, each drop he consumed feeding his serenity of this moment. An inky black tongue began to curl around his tail and hoist it up, pulling his backside out of the water and exposing the tight ring between his cheeks to the cold cavern air. Two more tentacles slithered between his legs and twisted around each other before beginning to poke and prod at his rear, tasting and testing what threat they had in store for them, each prod worked a lil sound out of the kobold. Each of the tendrils began to push into him spreading that less than experienced entry wide as they delved into him, exploring his own cave and working a louder moan out of his mouth and in between her legs a moan muffled by her wet mound and his hungry work. He was rewarded with more to drink, and he eagerly lapped it up, drinking of her like he had just found an oasis in the heart of a desert, each gulp more desperate and needy than the last.
Tongues continued to explore him, both inside and out, getting a good idea for the taste and feel of her new possession, one she would treasure for a long time to come, a darling red kobold to moan and squirm as the personal plaything for a long-forgotten goddess of old. As he put up less and less resistance to her charms and her desires the tongues that had previously served to bind and restrain him began to melt, the black ink melting in to him and staining his red scales with marks of black, marks to bind and mark him for the rest of time as hers, forever a servant and toy to Ashira the Old God of the Depths and Dark Desires.
a fucking amazingly fun commission for Rena River of her kobold adventurer Bral and her Eldritch inspired shark Ashira, this piece was a lot of fun for both of us
Story as always by Melos
added lil message from the writer, "this piece as you can probably tell by the length has been one of the most fun I've worked on in awhile and I really hope folks enjoy it!"
Comments
Otterbits
You're welcome from both of us it was a fun piece, I know Mel was super excited about it
Ren R.
In love with how this turned out. Thank you Len and Melos <3
