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The Temple Story by Raziel Characters © Twilightmaster

I have searched for years, but I have finally found the location that so often appeared in my dreams. I still do not know what started it, or why, but my dreams have been haunted by this very location. Now it is in front of me and I know that I have found the place. Where it had been in perfect condition in my dreams, the location in the real world is an image of decay. Once proud spires lay shattered on the ground. What must have once been a large avenue is now just a field of ferns with rocks scattered about.

For what must be the thousandth time, I find myself wondering if coming here was advisable. It had been maddeningly difficult to find despite of my wings; the area was chaotic, yet lacking in true reference points and the silence of the local populace did not aid matters. While places such as these often have folklore attached to them, few possess legends as dark as this place. Locals outright refused to even travel close to this location and this has been true for a long time if the travel journals that initially led me to this place are any indication. I honestly cannot blame them; even the area surrounding the temple grounds is foreboding. The trees are just a little too big, too gnarled or too crooked. A constant miasma was caught between the trunks, caused by the fallen, rotten foliage on the forest's floor.

I steady myself and walk out of the treeline. It is overwhelmingly clear that I must be the first person in a long time to walk in this place. Although pristine would be the wrong term, the sense of isolation here is overwhelming. No birds or animals call out and even the wind appears to not exist here. My footsteps seem blasphemously loud as they crunched on the dead leaves.

As I come closer to the temple, tendrils of thought start prodding at my mind and cause me to recall the dream in more vivid detail. I remember the procession of bodies, robbed of individuality by their identical clothing and stooped postures. Their voices merging together in a constant drone of prayer or chant. Sometimes, there was a glimpse of eyes or a muzzle when torchlight penetrated the darkness cast by the cowls. Blank faces, eyes rolled back into their heads. All of them drawn into the black square of the entrance above the steps.

I catch myself slowly wandering down the old main avenue with unseeing eyes and snap myself to a halt, shaking off whatever influence had caught me. I should turn back, nothing good can come of this. But yet, what then? Even back home friends commented on the black bags under my eyes; the fact that they were visible despite my dark scales representative of how bad they were. There were nights that I woke up scrambling away from something and falling out of my bed, or even that one case where woke up and realised I'd been sleepwalking, wandering outside aimlessly.

Shudders travel up my spine; the experience of the sleepwalk was eerily alike the sense of detachment that just overtook me. No, I needed to see this through to the end. I take a deep breath of still air and stride forward. Statues line the avenue, or they used to. Many have fallen and those that had not were eroded so badly that they looked like formless shapes of abstract art. The stairs leading to the entrance are covered with moss, its green colour filling the cracks and almost seeping down with gravity. The steps are slick and even my claws fail to find purchase sometimes, peeling away a large chunk of the green matter as I tip forward to prevent a roll down the steps. The climb takes much longer than I feel it should, but I finally reach the entrance. I blink until my red eyes adjust to the light, and a curse escapes my lips when I realise that any further progress here is thwarted.

Ages of disrepair must have weakened the structure, sending it fall down in giant blocks and blocking the main entrance. Suddenly, my eyes catch something gleaming in the light and I lean in to look closer. A discoloured skull smiles up at me and I stagger back. The skull seemed too white to have been here very long and I realised that the collapse did not look as ancient as I assumed it had been. The broken segments were still mostly devoid of any growth indicating passage of time. I did not dare look further and turned around, just in time to see the sun dip behind the trees.

A shadow fell over the temple grounds like a heavy blanket, light suddenly disappearing like someone switched it off. Further down, I suddenly see a pinprick of yellow glow appear, and another. A gust of wind tugs at my hair and the membrane of my wings, and it carries an all-too-familiar chant. More lights start to appear, flickering like candles, as they slowly move down the avenue and start up the stairs.

My mouth is dry, my heart is pounding in my chest. Their footsteps are in union and I can feel them resonate through the stone. Panic takes hold and I slowly back away despite knowing that I have nowhere to go. Some part of my mind remains in control and somehow notices that, further down below, a small group peels away from the main parade and moves somewhere to the left of the stairs. I close my eyes and shake my head, swallowing and convincing myself that there is nobody here except myself.

When I open my eyes again, the moving lights are gone. Another shudder goes through me and I tremble all the way down the steps. I focus on the wall to my left and see nothing but a large cluster of vines and moss. This does make me wonder as I reached out with my clawed hand and curl my fingers into the brown-and green coloured mass. The vines are thick and slick but I can feel them come off the wall as I pull. I roar with exertion and finally rip away two handfuls, revealing a darkness behind it. My eyes adjust to the darkness again and see a small passage - just enough for someone to pass through. I once again feel a peculiar pressure on my head, filling me with an urge to go further and explore deeper. More memories of the dream emerge.

I am walking down the hallway and I only see the back of the person in front of me. I realise that I am dressed differently. Where he wears a purple-coloured robe, I only wear a loincloth. The passage is bathed in gloom that the flickering torches barely alleviate. I notice the markings on the walls; small figures surrounding a shapeless mass. A little further down the hallway, the figures appeared to have cast off their robes. The story unfolds as the now nude bodies start to coil together and a single other figure appears to be thrown, or jumps, into the formless mass that appears to be worshipped. I can hear drums from somewhere. I just follow the robed shape in front of me as I would a chaperone.

Suddenly the ground falls away below me, and I yelp as I fall into blackness. The light disappears and I am in the present again, sliding down a passage worn into stone by a small stream. I flail around desperately but cannot get a grip on the water-slicked stone. Then I briefly float in nothing and spread my wings in reflex. I feel stalactites flash past me before scraping a natural pillar and falling to the floor, fortunately without injuring myself.

I pick myself up and brush myself off in an idle motion that seems silly in hindsight. Had I gone here nude? I don't recall. My mind is filled by a strange buzz that makes the strange slithering that I hear in the darkness seem welcoming. There are strange scents in the air that somehow remind me of incense, sweet and heady. Something lands on my shoulder, something warm and sticky. I brush it off and watch as it sinks into my skin like fragrant oil, the warmth penetrating me deeply.

Light comes from somewhere and I start to see in the pitch blackness. Something is moving around and I approach it. It looks like a formless mass initially, but then details start to sink in and shock envelops my chest. I want to run, but suddenly my shoulder heats up again, like it responded to a lover's touch. Alien thoughts enter my mind again and instantly overwhelm any thoughts of fleeing. Instead I welcome whatever awaits.

I finally see what creature has nested here in the darkness of this cave, worshipped in ages past by the people who had built this temple in its honour. The creature slithered closer and finally I realised that it was not formless at all. It had the basic form of a slug, initially without a clear difference between front and back, until the tip facing me started reforming. It turned into a dragon's face and horns, mockingly like my own. The rest of the body also had much more defined shapes than I had imagined. The creature was a conglomeration of male and female characteristics. Multitudes of breasts and penises, in some cases one growing out of the other, bristled on its flanks. They all moved in unison like feelers and constantly oozed and spurted a thick, white liquid.

The face leaned closer to me and opened its mouth, revealing a cluster of three phallic extensions twisting and turning around each other. I felt myself smiling as they lovingly caressed my face, leaving streaks of liquid on my cheeks that sunk into my skin and flooded me with warmth. I reached out to the creature eagerly, my claws playing with its form and gripping one of its many members. Almost immediately, it spurted and covered my hand in more of the liquid. The creature curled and a wave went through the throbbing, dangling shape as if all its part were teased at the same time.

I started to feel a tickling below as it apparently formed another pseudopod covered with genitalia to tease me. I hadn't realised my own engorgement until now, despite already oozing with my own liquids. I felt it rub against me eagerly, feeling erect shafts throbbing with a desire that mirrored my own. The creature lowered its face to me and slowly extended the cluster of genitalia to me again and I opened my mouth to receive it with an eagerness that should surprise me, but did not. The flavour was both exquisite and bewildering as it slid in gently. Sweet and sour, bitter and salty. Every time the experience seemed to settle on a single flavour, it changed into something else. I could feel the liquid heat of it slide into my body and merge with my being.

The creature lifted me with its pseudopod, feeling its bristling and oozing members caress me everywhere as it took me closer to the main mass. At that moment, I was not sure if I just noticed another detail through the haze of pleasure, or if the creature changed it shape to accommodate. In-between the mishmash of sexual characteristics, female sheathes became visible, glistening with lubrication. I let myself slide against the being's body and clung to it, my hands each caressing a different feature as my own member slipped inside.

The entire form started to sway back and forth under a loud ululation that drummed in both ears and mind. The warmth in my belly from the creature's fluids started to roil inside me somehow, the heat shifting and changing and sliding into my limbs. I feel the thing coil, shift and squirm in my grasp, its many oozing orifices drenching me in the same sticky, white substance. Strangely it did not so much cling to me as that it seeped into my skin. My mind was overcome with desire as I thrust into the being again and again, meeting its snakelike movements and letting the ululations enter my thoughts freely.

The changes were minor at first, a change of texture to my scales. A slow-but-sure change in colour. The feeling of my tongue shifting and growing. A small part in the back of my mind yelled out in panic before being overwhelmed by the feeling that things had to be this way. This was what fate had ordained even before I existed. As my form grew, my limbs tingled. I could feel new appendages grow and shape- small nubs at first but soon they grew in size until they formed penis-tipped tentacles that seemed to have minds of their own. I felt my chest - no, my entire front change and shift, forming sets of heavy breasts that rose and fell with my breathing. I revelled in their sensitivity as I rubbed them against the being. I felt the set of genitals I had always possessed flex, stretch and grow obscenely as I was still inside. It kept growing, moving within the creature as my gonads also grew and gained mass. My horns turned soft and skin-like, and my hair disappeared, turned into a cluster of writing tentacles similar but smaller to the ones on my back. When I moaned, it went into the world as an ululation that echoed with the calls of the being that had led me here. My tongue started to move on its own volition and I realised it wasn't a singular body-part anymore. Even my fingers and toes were not spared a change, although they maintained most of their shape. Their now-clawless tips and sensitivity betrayed that they now had a different use.

The liquids dripping along my form were no longer merely the creatures as desire took me. How pitiful life had been with only one primary erogenous zone on one's body when now, my entire body was one without exaggeration. The touch and connection with the creature was complete in both body and mind now. My new form was a deep crimson colour, still holding my original shape but now so much more. I felt every single one of my shafts and breasts and savoured it as our forms slithered together. I felt myself grin as I plunged the new members on my fingers into one of the creature's many slits. My tail, much thicker and heavier, slithered around and also found an opening. My main genitalia slithered inside the being like a snake with a mind of its own. The sensation would be bewildering if my pleasure was not so overwhelming. My body trembled in constant, never-ending climax. My breasts swayed and even the small series of nipples dotting my form were erect in desire. I realised I no longer had eyes, but I did not need them to see. We moved in perfect unison in the caves beneath the temple, our cries of lust echoing through the solid rock and spreading over the forest and revelling in obscenities that no mere mortal could ever hope to aspire to. My ability to estimate the passage of time was lost, but I did not care. My consciousness expanded , reaching out beyond the caves and the temple, into the minds of those welcoming and pliable enough.

Soon, small shapes started to emerge from the treeline surrounding the temple complex, looking for answers to the dreams that had started to haunt them. They would find the caves again and soon the cycle of worship and sacrifice would begin again.