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OOPS! Part XXIX got pulled from r/eroticliterature because it had extreme gore. That episode is now available in my user account only. This episode (and the final episode) should not violate any more rules, and I have made a direct apology to the mods of this sub. I will be more careful in the future. 🙁

WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR story. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, WEIRD SLIMY SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, TENTACLES.

As with the previous installments, if this kind of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed and sad. Please heed all warnings!

If you’re the sort of person who ignores warnings and regrets it later, have this: r/eyebleach

There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders, ‘cause, after all, ain’t that the point?

This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably discover some of this bewildering.

This part concludes Chapter 6. There will only be one more episode after this. We are reaching the end of the line!!!!

I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them. And if you have been paying attention, more than one reader suggestion has created its way into the story…

Clementina, Part XXX

Chapter 6: Sigil [concludes]

As the blood lust faded from my body, to say that I was traumatized by what we had just done would be an understatement. My cock withered and shrank between my thick labia. My slime dried up. I was horrified. It had been necessary, but still, it was awful.

I forced myself to focus.

“Where is the sigil?” I said to Jenna. “Let’s get it and get the fuck out of here.”

She gestured to the corridor that would have led to Alura’s chamber and the tentacle-labia statue in my world.

“Let’s go,” I said.

We started down the corridor. Bare bulbs hung from the roof the the hallway ever few feet, and at the end bright light poured from the chamber. We turned the corner into the room, and I gasped.

The tentacle labia statue that stood above Alura’s well was shattered, pieces lay against the back wall. A crane was set up over her well and a cable was hanging into the water. Three 6×6 iron cages lay against the left wall. Inside one of the cages was this timeline’s Makala, inside another, was this timeline’s Alura. The third cage was empty.

Along the opposite wall, sitting on hospital beds with blank looks on their faces were five women, clearly dark-phallite carriers – one of them was the girl I had seen infected a few days before. They were all hooked up to IVs and looked drugged.

On the wall next to the women was a sigil. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that was the sigil we sought. I knew it innately at the core of my being.

And in the center of the room was an operating table near Alura’s well. Strapped to the table was the alternate-Bathory. Hovering over her was a man in a doctor’s outfit, and a woman in a nurse’s uniform.

The doctor had a scalpel in his hand.

Suddenly everything happened at one. Makala and my mother raced at the doctor and nurse, knocking them over and sending the scalpel tumbling to the side.

Clementina spotted the key to the cages hanging on the wall and snatched it up, freeing the cave spirits inside. The alternate Makala and Alura closed on the doctor and the nurse.

“Fucking monsters,” heard alternate Makala say.

“Enough killing,” I called. “Don’t…”

But it was too late. The nazis were dead.

We freed the alternate Bathory and then there was a pause in the action.

“You are from the other time?” the alternate Makala asked.

“The other time?” I responded. “What do you mean.”

“These monsters sought to connect to other times and places and spread their poison. They created their own sigil and tested it. There is a portal at the bottom of the well. That’s how they got the Sigil of the One. But something went wrong and now their portal is stuck. I sense that you are the One from your universe. Your opening the Portal of the One wrecked their plans.”

“There is a strange sigil in our timeline,” Makala said.

“It is their creation,” the alternate Makala replied. “I fear that our realities are now permanently joined via that portal at the bottom of the well.”

“We have come for the Sigil of the One,” Makala said. “If we fulfill the prophecy in our timeline, and yours is connected, shouldn’t that fulfill the prophecy in yours as well…and end all of this madness?” She gestured at the destruction about us.

“I agree, it should,” the alternate Makala said.

“Great,” I said. “Then let’s get the sigil, go back to our time, and finish this.”

“Please don’t delay,” the alternate Alura said. “There are soldiers upstairs who will come down eventually to check on us. If they find this, things will be bad.”

“I’m ready to be done,” I said. “Once we wash the blood off, we will wrap this thing up today.”

I moved to where the Sigil of the One hung on the wall. It glowed as I approached, a tendril of light reaching for me. As soon as I touched it, energy surged through me. I knew it was time. It was time to finish this.

Holding the sigil, I turned back to the others. On the far wall, the Portal of the One had opened, leading back to the chamber in our world.

It was definitely time…

We returned to our own time, and all had quick showers to get the blood off of our bodies. As we all gathered afterwards back down in the nexus, the sound of splashing came down the hallway from Alura’s cave where the underwater nazi-created portal was. We turned. Down the tunnel came the alternate Alura, Bathory, and Makala.

“They’re coming,” alternate Makala said. “They have diving suits and guns. They are preparing to come through the underwater portal into this time. We have only an hour or so before they launch their plans.”

“Then let’s do this,” I said.

We climbed up to the Citadel. In the room with the orgiastic carving, the space where the Sigil of the One went was glowing.

I wanted to pause and consider the moment. I stood there, holding the Sigil of the One, feeling its power course through me. We had been waiting for this moment.

“What the fuck are you waiting for,” alternate Makala said. “Hurry up!”

I stepped forward and slipped the sigil into its space. From the nexus below came the sound of another door opening.

We moved quicky back to the nexus where the Door of the One stood open. Inside was a hallway, and beyond the hallway was chamber, glowing bright white.

The chamber was almost bare, except on the far wall was a doorway.

“The Door of the Seventeen,” Bathory said. “Only the One can open it.”

“Even in our time, with dynamite, those monsters couldn’t penetrate this door,” alternate Bathory added.

I walked to the doorway. It was solid wood, heavy, thick. There was no latch, no knob, nothing.

“How…” I began, but before I could finish the wondered, the door slipped upwards like a portcullis of its own accord.

Beyond, the chamber was about twenty feet across. All the walls were lined with pink tissue, not unlike the queen’s chamber at the heart of the nexus. Thick layers of slime covered the floor, the walls, the ceiling, and dripped down on us. Light phallites swam through the slime at our feet.

Makala gestured upwards.

The ceiling stood about ten feet overhead. At intervals around the roof, bio-luminescent pods glowed, filling the room with the light. At the center of the ceiling was a lever, and around the lever hung pink tentacle-like stalks. The stalks sensed my presence and began reaching out in my direction, beckoning me to come close enough for them to touch.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to touch them. I needed them. I wanted them. I felt my cock stiffen, my cunt and asshole gaping, slime slipping from my orifices, milk from my thick phallite breasts. I needed. I wanted. I had to have.

I needed to throw that switch.

I took a step forward, then another. But as I took the third step, something stopped me cold. It wasn’t a physical stop, but a spiritual one. Something inside my soul, inside my heart, kept me from moving forward.

Makala spoke up.

“I was afraid of this. You bear anger in your heart at one of your quest-mates,” she said. “You can not pass until you have faced your hatred. We all must be as one in order to throw that switch.”

I looked at her, then hung my head.

Fucking Ona. Her selfish surrender to the dark phallites had killed my father. I turned around and glared at her. She hung at the back of the group, looking sad. I couldn’t deny it. I hated her.

“I…I can’t…” I stammered.

“It is understandable that it may take years for your rage to fully abate,” Makala said. “That is fine. But you have closed the door on forgiveness. You don’t have to forgive her right now, all you have to do is open the door to the possibility of forgiveness someday. Can you do that? If you can’t, then you can’t pass.”

I stared down at the floor. Could I do that? Could I open the door to that forgiveness?

My mother moved to Ona.

“I know what you did,” my mother said. “But I will forgive you.” She and Ona hugged. Then my mother turned to me.

“Can you at least be willing to consider the possibility of forgiveness?” my mother asked.

I looked at the floor.

Alternate Makala cursed. “We don’t have time for this. Those monsters will be coming through the portal soon.”

I realized that my hatred of Ona was tiny compared to the larger stakes here. If letting her off the hook was needed in order to save the entire fucking world – actually two worlds now that these different realities were intertwined – then I could do that.

“Ona,” I said. “You killed my father. I can’t forgive you right now, but I am willing to be open to the possibility someday.”

Ona reached out. We hugged.

“Great,” alternate Makala said. “Now go. Finish this.”

I turned from Ona. My mother and Clementina had come forward and stood at my shoulders. They had been my guides and consorts through this entire ordeal. I took my mother’s hand in my right hand, and Clemetina’s in my left, and together, we moved underneath the switch and stalks that hung in the center of the room.

By the time we had reached the center, my cock was at full attention, sticking up hard between my heavy phallite tits that were streaming milk. My vaginal and anal sheaths had both prolapsed out and hung beneath me, trailing thick streamers of slime.

A pink tentacle slipped down from the ceiling tentatively and caressed my face. It slid down across my breasts, coating them with slime, then wrapped around my waist. Another tentacle slipped down and slid under my knees. Two more hooked under my shoulders. Together, they lifted me up to the ceiling.

As we approached that final switch – the target of our adventures over the recent weeks, other tendrils reached out from the ceiling. A thick, meaty tentacle slipped deep into my asshole. Another pushed into my cunt. Still another wrapped around my cock and pushed inside the gaping aperture at the end. More appendages reached out, caressing my breasts, squeezing out milk.

Slime, milk, even a little semen, covered my body as the tentacles gently lifted me.

The switch was right in front of me. It was a lever shaped like a foot-long cock.

From out in the nexus came the sound of boots. The nazi monsters were through the portal. They were coming.

It was time.

I threw the switch.

A blinding purple flash.

And everything changed…

[END OF CHAPTER 6]

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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