Prologue

Dr. Grace Kenzie can’t wait to get into the tomb. She has spent most of her life as an archeologist searching for a long lost and only rumored tomb of an unnamed demon god. It didn’t start this way. Grace only wanted to discover something beyond what anyone had ever discovered before. And when Grace stumbled upon, quite accidently, a stone tablet that gave her a startling clue to the tomb’s location of a demon god, it became an obsession.

Funding was hard to find initially, especially since she didn’t want to produce the document to anyone for fear of it being taken from her and someone else getting the discovery. She spent years in the off season hunting on her own until finally someone fully funded an expedition to find the tomb. And here she finally is, standing in front of what she believes to be the tomb she has been looking for.

Now as workers clear the remaining vegetation and earth from the tomb’s supposed entrance, she stands impatiently with her arms crossed and tapping her foot on the hard packed ground.

“Come on, come on,” she says quietly to herself.

The tapping of her foot gets more and more rapid the more the entrance is revealed. The workers work as fast as they are able and Grace’s impatience only grows more and more. The minutes tick on but it feels like forever until finally a cheer goes up amongst the workers. The final bit of earth and vegetation is pulled back to reveal a large door.

Grace begins swinging her arms through the air directing the workers, “Get the crow bars. Pry the door open. Careful now. Careful.”

The workers, with their muscles straining in a battle with the heavy stone, manage to part it from the rest of the tomb, enough to allow a sliver of light inside and a person. Only one person wants to get inside more than anyone else.

“Doctor Kenzie, can we talk again about waiting until we are fully ready?” Grace’s assistant asks.

“The discussion if closed Roger,” she answers as she snags an already lit touch from one of the workers. “This is my find and I’m going in first. Do not send anyone in until I return, you hear?”

Roger nods hurriedly. “No one will go in until your return. But I must insist...”

Grace casts a gaze at her assistant and he quickly shuts up. “Good,” she says, adding a smile. “I’ll be back shortly. In the meantime get everything ready for excavating. I want to get started before the sun sets.”

Grace proceeds into the tomb, taking each step slowly. The sliver of light soon disappears, and with the exception of the touch light, she is bathed in darkness. She continues down the straight path examining the walls as she does so. They are symbols and characters lining the walls, none of which she recognizes. She finds the straight path strange. There are no side passages or rooms, just a straight, narrow path filled with strange writing.

After spending several moments trying to decipher the symbols and characters along the wall to no avail, Grace decides to push on. There is plenty of time to do so later. The path doesn’t go on too much further, eventually bringing the doctor to single room. Like the rest of the tomb, it is cast in complete darkness.

This is it, this is the discovery she has nearly spent her entire career in. Calming her nerves she steps through the opening. And as soon as she passes through she knows something is wrong. Suddenly, something large and strong closes over her left wrist and another clamps her right wrist. Her torch falls to the ground with a thud. She screams as she is pulled forward.

Grace screams again and realizes no one can hear her. She is too far in the tomb and no one is supposed to come in until she comes out. What a stupid choice she has made. Then she begins to sob, realizing not what is about to happen but that she isn’t prepared for anything of this magnitude. “Please, don’t hurt me,” she says through her tears. She kicks out frantically before feeling her ankles grabbed and held tight.

‘Don’t struggle.’

She didn’t hear any words, but yet she seems to have as if it was only in her head.

‘This will be quite pleasurable for you. It has been far too long since this tomb was closed.’

It was in her head. Grace tries to peer into the darkness to see what has a hold of her and just exacting what is speaking to her. Then the sudden realization of what the words mean sets in and she screams, “No!”

There is laughter in her head, filled by the same voice as before. Grace begins to sob again as she realizes she is completely helpless.

Then she feels something, almost slimy begin to run up her waist to her chest. She sobs as it begins to knead her breasts painful and slow. She groans as her untouched nipples are pinched, twirled and spun between what feels like suction cups. Horrified that she is experiencing pleasure in all of this, she begins to cry again.

“Please,” she weakly moans. This is the last thing she ever expected. No, this isn’t even on her list of things she expected.

The slimy appendages, which are all she can describe them as, run down to her waist again. This time her shirt is pulled up and out of her khakis where it has been tucked away. The appendages run up slowly, squeezing and rubbing up to her breasts, where they begin to pinch and play again. This time, the touch to her bare breasts brings an uncontrollable moan of pleasure to her lips.

No, no, no! I won’t enjoy this!

The creature or god attached to the end of the appendages laughs again in her mind as it plays with her hard nipples. Then suddenly, the appendages run back down her body to her khakis which it begins to pull away. The button pops free quickly and easily.

No!

The khakis are pulled off her body and thrown to the side. Her shirt is ripped from her, tearing it down her back. She now only has her panties to protect her from this thing.

There is a faint rustle from the darkness and a sudden smell like that of her pussy juices and wafts up to her nose. It fills the room, scenting everything of sex. It is only now that she calms down enough to focus on the room around her. It is now that she sees some kind of purplish black tentacles wrapped around her wrists. As slowly moves from the darkness toward her and into the light of the touch.

‘I am the only one of my kind.’ The voice enters her mind the moment she realizes what she is looking at. ‘I was worshipped as a god. The people offered up beautiful virgins for me to feed on until one day they turned on me. They couldn’t kill me so they entombed me here. I haven’t fed in so long, but now I have you.’

Grace stares at the creature wide eyed. He means to eat me. It can’t end like this, it just can’t.

A tentacle, that looks much like an uncircumcised cock, slides forward within a foot of her. She eyes it as it shoots forward with amazing speed between her spread thighs. It pauses for a moment right in front of her pussy, which is still hidden behind her white panties. Then the material at the end slowly retracts, revealing a slimy purplish black tentacle cockhead.

It hovers, not moving. The tentacles on her breasts continue to rub, squeeze and release. Then the ends turn into suction-like cups and fasten to her nipples. The slow wet sucking is amazing and despite her horror, she feels pleasure and excitement growing. Then another tentacle, much thinner than the rest, shoots out and runs up her thigh to the edge of her panties. It pushes inside and back out again on the other side.

With a small flick of the tentacle, her panties are ripped from her body and sent flying across the room. She is now totally exposed to the demon god. The massive cockhead tentacle drips with a sudden off white precum substance. The sight suddenly brings her back to her senses.

“No, please don’t do this.”

The demon god laughs at her pleas. The tip of its cockhead tentacle presses suddenly against her naked, tight pussy lips and begins to push inside. With a hard push, the tentacle cock slides in deep, all the way to the entrance of her womb and then beyond.

A moan escapes her lips. The feeling is intense and beyond words. The tentacle is so much bigger than anything she has ever had in her pussy. Her walls are stretched beyond anything she could imagine them being stretched to. Then the tentacle withdraws almost completely out before being slammed back in.

The thrusting begins, taking Grace to an orgasm within minutes. Grace’s body rocks against the tentacles holding her as the wave of orgasm crashes through her. Suddenly, a sucking begins inside her pussy, drinking up all the juices her orgasm releases.

And no sooner does the sucking begin and her orgasm start to subside is Grace’s lower half of her body lifted higher into the air. More tentacles slide up her legs to her thighs, wrapping around and holding them tight. Another tentacle slides forward this time pointing as Grace’s tight, little puckered asshole. The material of the tentacle retracts like the other to reveal yet another slimy purplish black cockhead tentacle. Then the tentacle cock slams forward, hard. Pain shoots through her body and when she opens her mouth to scream, another dripping tentacle pushes its way inside fastening around her tongue. The tentacle in her ass bucks, forcing more inside of her tortured hole before it begins to steadily fuck her at a strong pace.

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