Yana and the Temple with the Eggs
Yana is a young goblin with dreams of being an adventurer, at least, once she actually adventures and traveling to a temple deep in the jungle sounds like the perfect opportunity to make that happen.
Yana and the Temple with the Eggs
Yana looked at the map in her hands and the large temple that stood before her. It wasn't exactly on the map, but the man who's paid her to do the job did say what she was looking for would be inside a big temple.
To be fair, he was also rather squirrely, odd, and kept leering at her whenever he thought she wasn't paying attention. She'd been tempted to say no on that merit alone but 100 Lorens was 100 Lorens. A girl could do a lot with that kinda money.
Buy better clothes for one thing. There wasn't anything wrong with her clothes really, just not the proper attire for an adventurer. Because that's what she was.
Sort of.
Well...almost.
This was her first job after all and maybe that's why she took it.
Yana folded the map back up and tucked it into the waistband of her shorts and with renewed determination walked towards the wooden bridge that laid over the dried out moat. It must have been gorgeous when it was first occupied.
Now it was overrun with vines, and leaves. Wild animals darting around underfoot. Covered in a thick layer of moss and dirt. She crossed the bridge with no trouble and reached the steps leading up to the entrance of the temple.
She found a thick piece of vine and gave it a few tugs, bracing one foot on the step and beginning the climb, using the vine as a rope should she slip. It felt like she'd been climbing for hours, the muscles in her arms beginning to burn and sweat trailing down her neck from the exertion.
She turned over and sat on the steps once she reached the top and shrugged off her bag, setting it next to her and pulling out the waterskin from inside. She took a long pull from it and admired the view for a couple minutes before packing up and getting to her feet.
Yana stepped over the threshold of the temple and shivered, feeling a breeze pass over her. She placed her hand over the wall and tried to wipe away some of dirt in an attempt to make out the words that had been carved into the wall but couldn't make anything out.
She took another step and barely had time to grasp on to the wall as the floor gave way beneath her feet and she fell into darkness.
Yana groaned softly as she came too, a full throbbing in the back of her head. It took her a moment to recognize her surroundings. The high walls of the pit she seemed to have fallen into.
"What's the saying," she huffed, struggling into sitting position. "If you fall into a trap you're going the right way?"
She looked up and noted the very high climb it'd take to get back the same way she came, and then looked in front of her at the long dark passageway.
She got to her feet, being mindful of any more booby traps and took a caution step towards.
The passageway was narrow, barely enough room to stretch her arms out comfortably and when she did, something in the wall to her left clicked. She held her breath, thankful for her small stature should any darts or arrows come flying overhead.
No darts or arrows came, but there was a growing light when there was only darkness before her. Panels in the wall opening and replaced by what seemed like candles, or lanterns.
"Fascinating," she stared in wonder.
The paintings on the wall of the passageway bathed in warm light. Her cheeks flushed as she realized just what the paintings were.
Thick curvy women.
Heavy breasted, their faces holding expressions of ecstasy as their partners pleasured them in various ways.
Yana reached out and ran her fingers over one of the figures. Soft and warm as if she was actually touching the woman on the wall.
Tracing the curve of her body. Over her painted chest, and pert nipples. Down to her very detailed mound and soft, shapely thighs.
Focus Yana, the voice in the back of her head said.
She pulled her hand back embarrassed, though she was alone, cast one last sidelong glance at the woman on the wall, where for a brief moment it felt as if those eyes were looking back at her, continuing down the passageway.
Yana paused as she came to a fork in the passage. Both ways were lit and both had the possibility of leading her where she needed to go. She started to go left but turned on her heel and went down the right passway instead.
It seemed to get warmer as she walked further in. And she wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her arm, fanning herself with her hand.
The passage gave way to a large room, and instead of lights in the wall panels, there was a large brazier on either side of a raised circular platform. And in the center a small altar with a single bluish purple iridescent scaled egg.
Yana removed her pack and set it off to the side, then toed off her boots not wanting to get them wet in the pool that surrounded the platform. She tied her hair up, wiping the sweat from the back of her neck and carefully stepped into the water.
It was warm like she expected it to be, but it wasn't cold either. Not deep, stopping just below her knees with something soft underfoot. Perhaps moss?
The water was just dark enough that she couldn't see much beyond the surface.
If there wasn't such an inkling of 'grab the egg and leave' she'd have spent more time studying the paintings on the wall. Exploring more of what had to have been a temple of some sort.
Yana shook her head to clear her thoughts and stepped towards the platform. Her feet sinking into the moss below. It took a little effort to climb up, if she didn't know better she thought the water almost didn't want to let her go, and started up the stairs.
When she reached the top however. The egg was gone.
"I could have sworn..." she crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at the altar.
The egg had been resting on the altar. A small nest of intricately woven metal all but proved something had been there. And yet. Now nothing was.
Yana sat down on the altar to think. Could the egg have been an illusion? She did fall down a hole and could have hit her head pretty hard. Though, her head had stopped throbbing awhile ago and aside from a few aches and bruises she felt fine.
She turned to peer over the side of the altar, just in case the egg had maybe fallen behind it but all there were were steps leaning back down into the water.
Yana moved to stand up but found herself stuck to the altar, feet planted firmly to the ground.
"What the..." she frowned, twisting this way and that but remained firmly planted.
It was then she noticed clear tendrils crawling out of the water and up the stairs towards her. She was more fascinated than scared watching as the tendrils curled first around her ankles then climbed up her legs and thighs.
It tickled and she shivered as the coolness slithered over her warm skin. Even though it looked like water, it felt firmer against her skin, and it didn't seem to soak her clothes as a tendril wormed its way under her shirt.
Yana gasped, biting her lip feeling it glide over her nipple, watching it harden beneath the cloth. A second tendril finding its way under her shirt to rub over her left. The two of them worked in tandem before they sealed over the little nubs.
Doing what she could only describe as sucking. The action and the coolness mixed with her flushed skin made her lean back on her hands, moaning softly as the tendrils continued to suck.
She could feel a third, thicker tendril skirting up her thigh and into the leg of her shorts. It probed at her. Bumping against her clit making her shiver, fingers flexing around the edge of the altar.
It rubbed against her clit as if sensing her reaction and she moaned softly. She felt heated and sat up grabbing the bottom edges of her shirt and pulling it off.
Her shorts were harder, her lower half still stuck to the altar, and the thicker tendril had seemed to duplicate. One still rubbing at her clit while the other stroked at her cunt. Pressing in as if testing the waters.
Yana giggled to herself.
Testing the waters.
She laid back on the altar and reached up with both hands to grasp her breasts. Kneading them with her fingers. The tendrils there didn't seem to mind, and she watched as they instead merged into one sliding down her chest and pressing against her lips.
She opened her mouth, a surprised gasp barely escaping her lips as it wormed inside touching the back of her throat before pulling out til just the tip rested on her tongue. She ran her tongue over it marveling at the sweet taste, and the way it felt as it began to thrust in her mouth.
She moaned, closing her eyes, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingertips. Spreading her legs as the tendril shallowly rubbing her cunt finally pressed into her. It felt thicker than before, firmer even and she felt it stretching her walls.
The tendril still rubbing her clit alternated each stroke. The tendril thrusting into her mouth keeping time with the one thrusting inside her.
She couldn't tell if the wetness on her thighs was from her or the tendril but at the moment she didn't care, nor did she care that the tendril thrusting inside her seemed to be getting progressively thicker.
The tendril in her mouth suddenly burst and the liquid that came with it tasted even sweeter.
She swallowed almost greedily letting go of her breast to grab at it, sucking down the liquid and feeling it warm in her gut.
Yana realized offhandedly that she should in fact be a little worried about what was happening but the part of her brain enjoying what was happening too her told that part to kindly fuck off.
The tendril seemingly slipped free from her mouth, a thin trail of saliva left in it's wake as it slinked from her mouth and down her chest.
She watched though hazy eyes as it melted into the flesh of her abdomen and she shivered as if feeling it squirm inside of her.
The tendril thrusting into her cunt felt impossibly thick and firm now. Its thrusts were deep but steady.
"Fuck," she moaned leaning back on the altar.
The tendril gave one particular deep thrust that punched the air from her lungs and she clenched, her toes curled before her body relaxed. It took a second for her to register that the tendril had stopped, still inside her and something hard pressed right up against her hole.
She tried to sit up to see what it was but felt heavy, like something keeping her down.
She could feel it enter her. Hard but smooth, as it rubbed right against her nerves before it settled in what she realized was her womb. Another followed, slightly smaller, then a third, and a forth and she realized, quite belatedly, that something was laying eggs inside of her.
She could feel each one dropped into her womb, could feel each one rub right against the sensitive nerves inside her. Her own wetness running down her thighs, soaking her shorts.
The last one, and gods how many had it been? She'd lost count after the sixth.
The last one was the largest of the bunch. And the stretch of it, the way it rubbed inside her, the scaled tickling her from the inside.
She sagged against the altar as it settled inside of her. Then the tendril began to move again. Curving so that it rubbed against her nerves with each thrust.
Her toes curled, back arched as she came feeling the tendril kiss her womb, flooding her insides. She panted sliding from the altar to sit on the ground, legs splayed out in front of her.
Her stomach didn't look that much different though she could feel the eggs jostling inside her when she shifted.
She leaned her head back suddenly exhausted and closed her eyes.
Yana felt disoriented as she came too. Her body felt heavy and sluggish and it took her a few moments to realize she wasn't in the temple any more but rather outside on a soft grassy bed. Her pack was propped neatly against a nearby tree and when she looked down she noticed her shirt had been placed back on her body.
But what really caught her attention was the swell of her abdomen. Her belly button poking out as if to say 'hi'. She cradled it with one hand, the skin was pulled taunt but smooth under her fingertips and she could feel the eggs shifting inside her.
Yana wasn't sure how to feel at the site of her...condition. She'd been already thinking of it as nothing more than a very good dream, yet, there she was. Sitting on the ground filled with eggs. It took some effort to get to her feet, and she could feel the eggs shifting inside her and she shivered, rubbing her swollen stomach.
"I really hope you don't hatch," she wasn't sure if the idea was pleasing or weird.
Yanna picked her bag off the ground and began walking in what felt like the right direction, or at least away from the temple. Though she glanced over her shoulder before the trees could fully obscure it from view and squinted when she thought she saw a figure standing just at the entrance.
She blinked, and if there had been something or someone there, they were gone. She shook her head and picked up the pace. The faster she left the forest, the better.