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[b][u][center]The True Deck-Ruler

For technophile34

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The advice for all dungeon-divers was to keep one’s wits about them at all times. After all, the monstrous creatures that called the dungeons home were dangerous to everyone, even experienced Deck-Slavers, and one could be caught off-guard at any point. And if that happened, no matter how many upgrades you had, the odds were good that rape was the best that you could hope for.

Tiam wasn’t able to follow that advice, mostly because her guts were already swollen with something else, and if she didn’t want to fall to her knees, she had to focus on breathing and not being overwhelmed with the pleasure down there.

The human female leaned against the wall of the latest room in the dungeon, one hand around her middle and the other patting the top of her deck. Monsters were slain all around her, their bodies fallen to the ground and oozing with their equivalent of blood. The situation was handled, for the most part, and her summoned creature, a blur of a rat-bat monster girl, was mopping up the other mob monsters that were trying to flee.

She chuckled, hissing under her breath as the giggle jostled the bump in her guts. She pressed her free hand to it a bit more firmly, shaking her head.

“Mmmph…never thought that this would be my life…”

Tiam shook her head again, taking another few deep breaths to settle herself. Despite the discomfort and swollen nature of her ‘pregnancy,’ she still had a pulsing, low-level pleasure rushing through her from the deal that she had with her creatures. Well, the most powerful of her creatures, anyway. She could feel [i]that[/i] one pulsing through the deck, begging her to pull it out and make use of it. It would come with a cost, however, and that was something she wanted to avoid for as long as possible.

The shrieking of the monsters finally came to an end, and Tiam lifted her head. Her cybernetic eyes focused on the darkness, flicking through several filters before she could see into the depths of night. The rat-bat monster – a creature called Night Screamer – fluttered out of it, wings becoming arms with tattoos along the length of the limbs, and she alighted on the floor with a soft click.

It was always fun to look at Night Screamer. The tail that ran down along the thick-assed monster was a beautiful way to lead the eye up to the monster-girl’s curves, her thick rump pushing back against a body-suit that was barely able to contain it. Not the biggest-breasted monster in Tiam’s deck, but doing alright, and very good at dealing with mobs.

“Mmmm, mistress ready to go?” Night Screamer hissed, licking her claws.

“In a minute. Let’s get the loot first.”

“Hsssss.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get my ass later…”

“Sssssss, yesssss.”

Night Screamer giggled, back-flipping toward the bodies. There was a supernatural sense of balance to that one, always able to find her footing and keep moving. Not the hardest-hitting creature that Tiam had a bond with, but definitely one of the most loyal…and one of the more horny, as well. She wasn’t kidding about offering her ass to the other woman, and she had little doubt that Night Screamer would be spanking her to within an inch of her life later.

And she’d enjoy that, too.

[i]Never thought I’d get this far with this new life…[/i]

There were foggy bits for Tiam, these days. Ever since some old acquaintances had shifted her from man to woman, there’d been more and more of those popping up in her head. There was probably some reprogramming being done, either by the monsters or someone else in the distance. She knew that every time she came back from a dungeon-delve, selling off all the stuff she found, she walked away with a little bit less upstairs. Probably someone that was fucking with her to get more out of their deals.

But…it was okay. She didn’t know if it actually was okay, or if she was getting programmed to think it was, but since she didn’t feel scared, she just went with it. Better than worrying about something she couldn’t fix.

She lumbered about the room of dead monsters, kneeling down clumsily and rooting through the bits and pieces left behind. With one organic arm and one silver-steel cybernetic one, she could pull the messier bits apart to get to the pieces that were left behind. The upper world bought the monster metal, bones, and other things for a high price, usually using them to make more cards that would bind the monsters to service, reincarnating them as soldiers and security and…

Well, sometimes more. Tiam chuckled as she imagined that some of the monster parts were probably used to make sex slaves for some Deck-Slavers. She knew that there was a portion of Deck-Slavers that never used their cards for combat. Some of them were only used for pleasure.

[i]Maybe I’ll get that, one –[/i]

“Mmmph!”

Tiam hugged her middle, huffing under her breath as she felt it shift again. The bulge in her stomach slid down, not far, not enough to make her particularly worried, but definitely far enough to make her feel the weight shift. She had to lean back on her heels, taking another couple of deep breaths –

Squelch.

Squirt.

“Mmmph…dammit…”

“Mistress?”

Night Screamer was already there, hopping back and forth at her side. Tiam shook her head, cupping her breasts.

“Just some milk getting loose.”

“Ragana not gonna like that.”

“Heh…better lick it up, then.”

Night Screamer giggled, leaning in and dragging a long, forked tongue over Tiam’s chest. The feeling of it dragging over the tight fabric that barely restrained her breasts was a pleasurable one, though just a little too muted for her to properly enjoy. Her nipples, almost always hard due to the curse from her deal with her best deck-monster, certainly enjoyed it, however.

She let the pressure inside pass before getting back to looting. There wasn’t much, considering that mob-monsters were almost never worth a summon, but here and there, she found prizes. A little bit of silver from a bigger, more powerful monster in a different dungeon, or a piece of bone that had been taken from something further down in this one. Not much, but enough to make new cards of, and enough to get a bonus from her sponsors.

She’d be doing well tonight. Ragana would be happier with the payment for all this loot than the last time.

Still, it took time for her to gather it all up, even with Night Screamer’s help. By the time that it was all bagged up, the dungeon felt like it was closing in on her, and she could feel her inner walls cramping, clenching, tugging against the bulge again.

“Mmmph…time to move,” she muttered.

“Need help?”

“Yep.”

Night Screamer grabbed her by the shoulders, sliding her arms under Tiam’s armpits. A little tug, and she was on her feet. She threw one arm over the monster-girl, suffering herself to be carried out of the smaller chamber.

“Outside?” Night Screamer asked.

“Mmm-hmm. Time to – nnngh!”

Oh, it was happening. She slumped down, her legs going funny and her knees refusing to lock and support her weight. She crumbled against her monster-girl, huffing, wheezing, shivering as the braces she’d made along her body – plastic supports, metal struts, and more along her limbs – just refused to help her in that moment. The only thing keeping her upright was the rat-bat, and that was barely enough as she wheezed and huffed and…

And dripped.

The pregnancy was moving, sliding down, bumping against her cervical wall. She closed her eyes, tracing the shape in her stomach. Not a child, but an egg, an egg that she’d carried for longer than she was supposed to, but one that Ragana made sure stayed where it was. The few times that Tiam had considered trying to let it out properly, the monster made damn sure that she knew the consequences for pushing her luck.

[i]Breathe…breathe…breathe…[/i]

It was hard to focus on breathing when there was an egg trying to get out and a heat that was getting worse by the second. Her pussy clenched over and over again, making lewd squelching noises every time that the inner walls came together and the pussy lips slid against each other inside her tight outfit. The warmth of the curse glowed brighter and brighter, and in seconds, her curse-mark was just visible glowing through her garments.

Night Screamer, as all the monsters in her deck did when they saw it, reached out and stroked a finger over the outline of the womb tattoo just over her pussy. It was brilliant pink, verging on purple, and it pulsed with the beat of her heart. Every time that it glowed brighter, it was like a teasing spike of pleasure straight through her, leaving her juices dribbling down her thighs and getting thicker and heavier, wetter and hotter with each passing second. Her breath came in ragged bursts, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she struggled to keep her thoughts straight.

She had to…had to leave the dungeon, that was right. She had to get out before the curse got so strong that it knocked her unconscious. The last time that happened, she’d only survived the dungeon because another Deck-Slaver had come down and pulled her out, and she doubted that she’d get that lucky again.

Clench.

Clench.

Clench.

“Mistress?” Night Screamer hissed.

“Keep…keep moving,” she managed to mutter.

It was a stumbling, halting process through the dungeon. Each step felt like it could have been her last, and her pussy kept twitching, clenching, squeezing down on nothing. The egg kept trying to slide down, too, threatening to break Ragana’s orders and be born. She knew that it wouldn’t, not without the deck-monster there to oversee the birth, but fuck, it was getting harder and harder to remember that.

One step after another. The old temple-dungeon, a relic of a time long-past, was deeper than she would have liked. The great stone steps that led back to the central chamber – which had the only connecting tunnel to the surface – were long and torturous, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets as Night Screamer led her up, and up, and up through one flight of stairs after another.

[i]Why did I think this was a good idea?[/i]

Right. She needed to get more money, because money meant food, and food meant that she could keep going. And…

And she was getting off on this, she couldn’t lie. Even as her tits oozed more milk into the latex outfit, even as her pussy juiced so hard that she could feel it dribbling down her thighs towards her boots, she knew that some part of her enjoyed what she was doing too much to just [i]stop.[/i] Even pregnant as she was, even without any ‘programming’ that might be sending her into the depths, she’d still do it, because the danger, the risk, and every other stupid piece of this adventure made her horny.

Very.

Fucking.

Horny.

They reached the top of the steps, and even Night Screamer had to give her a moment. Leaning Tiam against the wall and leaning forward, hands on her knees, the monster-girl wheezed to catch her breath.

[i]If I didn’t have you here, I’d be doomed, heh,[/i] Tiam thought, shaking her head. [i]But I do have you here, so it’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay.[/i]

She looked down the tunnel. One more narrow corridor to the main room, then from the central chamber to another ascending passage, thankfully this one much less steep than the stairs. Once they were through that – which they’d disabled the traps through, just to make escape easier – they would be back on the surface and well on their way to somewhere safe.

Just a bit further. Just a bit –

“Mmmph…”

Tiam balled her hands up at her sides, barely resisting the urge to reach down and rub her pussy. God, it was hard to resist that. So…so needy, so wet, so desperate, but they were still in the dungeon, and –

Fuck…fuck, she wanted to touch herself, or order Night Screamer to do it, but –

The big card shimmered in her deck, and she groaned as she forced her hands to stay at her sides. No, no, she couldn’t touch herself. Not yet. Not with Ragana still waiting for her fun.

A little longer.

A little longer.

“Come on…”

Night Screamer wrapped an arm around her and helped her along. The corridor was empty, but as soon as they reached the central chamber…well, that was where everything that could go wrong [i]did[/i] go wrong.

“You have disturbed my lair for the last time…”

“Oh, great,” Tiam muttered.

She looked around. The central chamber was a massive circle with seven pathways leading out from it. The middle had four torches in the center and an altar of sorts, though nothing compared to the greater altars deeper in the dungeon. All around the edge of the room were ancient statues, cycling through six different shapes, and each one was supposedly somewhere to be found inside the dungeon.

She wondered which one was coming now.

Night Screamer leaned her back against the wall, bracing herself for combat, and Tiam ran her fingers through the top few cards of her deck. By the time that she had a new hand, the shadows around the room had started flowing like floodwater to the middle of the room. Dark as pitch, the ooze slowly formed together, creating a –

“Oh, fuck…”

It was the Nightmare Queen, a creature of chitinous flesh and hide, but with the proportions of an equine. Her body was thick and curvy, rounded in wide hips and a thick, heavy ass that was completely uncovered, with a slender top that made her look like a pear. Nonetheless, she had muscles that could put almost anything in Tiam’s deck to shame, and as the blackness flowed into her, running up her body, she looked like a monster, a true monster, unstoppable and ruthless.

The Nightmare Queen tossed her ‘hair’ over her shoulder, chuckling to herself as she loomed over the monster and the Deck-Slaver.

“You think that you can come to my territory, kill my beasts, and then leave with a bag full of spoils? You have much to learn.”

“Mistress?” Night Screamer whispered.

“…Hold her for as long as you can.”

“Hsss.”

Night Screamer leaped forward, howling and hissing and screaming with all the power of the bat. Tiam threw a card forward, the power of the Deck bringing it into being. As the rat-bat monster-girl flew forward, arms turning to wings, she gained armor, flickering and shimmering in the torchlight.

But it wasn’t going to be enough.

[i]Nightmare Queen has at least triple her attack,[/i] Tiam thought as Night Screamer’s blurred body darted through the air. [i]And more than enough defense to shrug off any of her blows…[/i]

And even with the armor card in play, all that would do was buy them a little more time for her to go through her deck and find something that might be able to fight the dungeon’s boss-monster.

Unfortunately, she could only think of one card that could do that, and if she was wrong, then she was in deep shit.

The tingling of that one card rushed through her fingers as she held her hand over the deck. Night Screamer’s shrieks faded into the back of her awareness as she watched the fight from a distance. As the Nightmare Queen continued to block every blow with hardened arms and a laughing smirk on her face, Tiam ran her fingers down the top of the deck.

The card almost seemed to rise to meet her fingers, as if it was eager to be summoned. She knew that it was.

[i]This is going to hurt…[/i]

And feel amazing.

It always did.

It always would.

As she pulled the card from the top of the deck, one of Night Screamer’s attacks almost landed. For a split-second, it almost looked like the rat-bat might have done something.

But no. The Nightmare Queen had only allowed it through her defenses so she could grab Night Screamer by the ankle. If Tiam didn’t do something [i]now,[/i] then one of her more loyal monster girls was going to be crushed. Possibly to death.

“I summon Ragana…”

She tilted the card without even looking at it. There was only one deck-monster that had that energy in her deck. As soon as it faced the Nightmare Queen, she felt the energy surging through the card, and –

“NNNNGH!”

And the curse kicked into overdrive. Tiam fell to her knees, her mouth hanging open, drool oozing from her lips and her breasts started leaking milk like mad. She could barely breathe; her body was coated in sweat from head to toe instantly, and the curse-mark over her crotch burned all the hotter, almost like fire from a branding iron.

She forced herself to look up, her mouth hanging open as the boss-monster of her deck finally came into being. It was massive, taller than her by a head or more. The monster-girl loomed over the battlefield, her arms – brown over the top, white along the bottom – slowly transforming into wings so that she could fly. Her legs were long, her thighs thick, and her ass bounced every time she pumped her arms up and down.

As her eyes glowed, casting a new pink light on the battlefield, Ragana chuckled to herself.

“Mmmm, needing me again…I’ll make you pay for that, bitch.”

Tiam was already so far out of her own head with arousal that she could barely hear the boss-monster’s threat. She knew that it was true, though; Ragana never allowed a summoning without a guarantee that there’d be a payment later.

Slumping to her knees, Tiam watched through blurring eyes as the owl monster-girl flew forward, slamming into the Nightmare Queen and knocking her off her feet. Night Screamer fell, hitting the ground as Tiam lost her ability to watch the fight. She just…she couldn’t see through her blurring eyes.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Having Ragana physically there rather than just in her deck meant that the curse mark was at full power. She’d been drenched before, but this was worse. Stronger, more powerful, a flow that felt like it should have been drying her out from how much she was dripping. She’d be in a puddle in short order, she knew, and her legs already felt slick and slimy with how wet she was.

Her hands couldn’t move, couldn’t touch herself, couldn’t adjust her panties or pull her suit to the side to touch herself. All she could do was slump from her knees to all fours, gasping, panting, her hips fucking the air and trying to find something to slide inside of her. She could feel her ass jiggling with each movement, bigger and rounder with Ragana around.

The screams in the distance were one-sided, the Nightmare Queen shouting threats that Ragana clearly didn’t care about. The owl monster-girl was clearly taking charge, but –

Pulse.

Squelch.

Clench.

Tiam ground her forehead against the ground, her entire body shaking, her clit feeling like it was on fire as she ground it against the inside of her clothes. She wheezed, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets.

More.

More.

More.

She was so close now, so terrifyingly close to getting off. She could feel every clench inside, the shifting of the egg, the way that it was slowly rolling down. Sweat droplets rolled off her face, down her back, along her ass and over her thighs. The cards were forgotten, the monsters, the fighting, everything secondary to –

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

The constant echoes of pleasure that rippled out form her pussy, from her curse-mark, were all that mattered to her. Tiam whined, whimpering as her orgasm came closer and closer, nearer and nearer with each pulse from the mark. She couldn’t touch herself, but couldn’t hold back, either. So close, so –

Pulse.

“NNNNNGH!”

It finally took her over the edge, and she screamed as she came. Her entire body spasmed, her hips bucking down against nothing, her toes curling in her boots as she went over the edge. She squirted, she came, she even wetted herself from how her body felt like it was short-circuiting from head to toe.

And it just…

Kept…

Coming.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

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Eventually, she must have passed out, because she woke up bent over Night Screamer’s knees. The shouting had stopped, and the spanking had started.

CRACK!

Tiam moaned at the smack of the rat-bat’s palm against her ass. Her cheeks bounced, clapping against each other, and her pussy drooled down her thighs as she felt her pleasure still rippling through her.

[i]Curse-mark still burning…she’s still out…[/i]

CRACK!

“Nnngh!”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what you want, right, Mistress?” Night Screamer hiss-whispered in her ear. “Want that butt smacked…want it played with…want it to jiggle…”

Soft fingers were groping her, squeezing her, teasing her. She couldn’t get the air to respond, her body still wrecked from passing out and nearly cumming her brains out. Yet, she barely cared; all she had to do was nod –

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Each spank sent a shiver right up her spine, making it so hard to think. She groaned, rolling her head back, trying to see what had happened.

The battle, clearly, was over. Ragana had the Nightmare Queen pinned, stuck on her back, her legs spread, and the owl monster-girl was hammering home. The matriarch bird had her own pussy filled with one end of a double-ended dildo, and she was using the other end as a strap-on to hammer home again, and again, and again.

She knew how that felt. She could feel the echoes of the thrusts through her pussy, having gone through that once before. It was how Ragana grew her power; she filled others with eggs, her juices turning to a strange mix of egg and sperm, and forced it into others. The more monsters and people that carried her young, the more powerful she was.

[i]Soon…[/i]

Tiam whimpered, the curse-mark on her pulsing in time to Ragana’s thrusts. She had a perfect view of her strongest monster’s ass as it bounced, almost twerking as she thrust away. In, out, in, out, driving that dildo in deeper, her juices running down the length of it and probably already impregnating the fat-assed equine monster. The Nightmare Queen’s moans were ragged and loud, echoing through the grand chamber as she was taken, filled, broken in by the sheer power that Ragana brought down with every thrust.

[i]Fuck…[/i]

Each thrust sent a pulse of pleasure through her, and each spank from Night Screamer made it so much better-worse. Her eyes were rolling back in her head, and –

Squelch.

Squish.

Squirt.

“Nnnngh…”

“Water broke…”

She could feel that, a very different sort of fluid running down her legs. Night Screamer rolled her around, laying her on the ground with her legs spread and ripping off everything below her waist. The sudden exposure was humiliating, but needed.

She gasped for breath as she felt the egg running down her birth canal, opening her womb and starting to make its way to her pussy. She was so close now, the egg starting to come loose. Her entire body trembled, shaking, feeling on the verge of something beyond anything that she had felt before.

[i]Close…close…[/i]

Pain and pleasure no longer felt different enough to be able to describe. All she knew was that the egg was coming down and that the sensation was completely overwhelming. Her mouth hung open, drool running down her chin, and her ass rested in a puddle of her own broken water. She’d squirted and wetted herself again, her body giving into the feeling of birth, labor and pain and pleasure mixing together to the point where she couldn’t tell what she was feeling, only that she was feeling a lot, and –

And then the thrusting further away stopped.

Her blurry vision barely noticed the large owl-woman getting up, her arms back to normal as she turned around. Step. Thud. Step. Thud. Ragana was walking across the room to her.

[i]No, no, no, not yet…[/i]

She had a glimpse of the Nightmare Queen. The other woman was broken in, her pussy gaping from the rough rutting that she had taken, and her guts had risen up, filled with a new egg that would make Ragana that much stronger. There’d be no getting away from that. Ragana was that potent.

The strongest monster in Tiam’s deck squatted down in front of her, getting comfortable between her spread legs. Ragana met her eyes with a small chuckle, shaking her head.

“Please,” Tiam whispered.

“Not yet.”

“No, no, please, I’m so…so…”

“Not.”

The owl-woman pressed her hand firmly against Tiam’s pussy. One finger slowly slid between the lips, and the egg stopped before it could slide any further down.

“Yet.”

It took one gentle push, and Tiam broke.

“NNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!”

It was somehow worse and better than the last one. The egg didn’t want to go back into her womb, so huge, so round, so thick that it was already spreading her wide, but the power of the boss-monster forced it back. Tiam could barely breathe as it slid back up her pussy, going back to her womb, her cervix spreading once more. Pain, so much pain, and yet, she was wetter than she’d ever been.

She couldn’t breathe.

She couldn’t speak.

She couldn’t think.

POP!

She heard the egg pop back in, and she arched her back off the ground. Her heels kicked the ground, her limbs thrashed about, and it took all of Night Screamer’s strength to keep her pinned against the ground as Ragana forced her to take the egg all the way back in again. Labor pain and orgasm bliss blended together, becoming the strongest pain-pleasure mix that she had ever felt. Her hips bucked up into the air, and her juices sprayed across the room, one shot after another as orgasm after orgasm washed over her.

Pulse.

Cum.

Pulse.

Cum.

Pulse.

Cum.

She lost count of how many orgasms she had, feeling like she was going through a seizure with each successive blast of want and need going through her. She trembled, struggling to breathe, her mouth hanging open and her tongue hanging out the side. It made her look like a dumb dog, she realized, and she whimpered. No. It was more like a dumb bitch with how large her belly was with the egg back inside.

“Good incubator…”

Ragana’s praise was the last thing she said before she disappeared back into a card. Tiam could barely breathe, but at least the spasms were no longer draining the very life out of her. She slumped against the ground, shaking, her limbs twitching from time to time as an afterglow slowly settled on her. The curse-mark dwindled, no longer burning as bright as a signal fire against her skin.

She’d be able to move again soon. She couldn’t harvest the Nightmare Queen, not with Ragana’s egg in the other woman, but at least she would be able to leave in one piece. That was something.

But not yet.

Soon.

But not yet.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A deck-slaver ends up over her head and needs to call on a stronger monster than she normally would.

Tags: F/solo, F/F, Humiliation, Egg-Pregnant, Egg-Carrying, Monsters, Monster Girls, Cards, Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Breeding, Curse Mark, Lactation, Overwhelming Orgasm, Wet, Sweaty,