In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... knew going in that this was a suicide mission,” said Sam. “But looking at that thing, I’m wondering if this will be enough to destroy it.”

“I have an idea,” said Sorine. “Look up there.” She pointed to a path carved into the chamber wall, winding up to the ceiling. “Instead of creating one explosion, we’ll use two. The first will be at the base of the tree and the second will be up there. We’ll blast off its roots and bring the whole mountain down upon it.”

The conversation was put on hold as the trio picked up the howling of demons. “Damn it, the spawn are returning,” said Volker. “No time to argue; we’ll go with Sorine’s plan. Sam, take this crate up to the ceiling. Don’t set it off until we’ve set off ours. Go!”

Sam nodded and grabbed the intact crate, then began his run up to the top of the chamber. While he made the frantic hike, Volker took all the remaining cannon fuse they had and connected all the gathered sticks of dynamite so they would go off simultaneously. Sorine left him with the torch and stuck the dynamite in the ground around the tree's base. “For my father, for everyone you’ve taken,” she muttered as she pushed each stick into the composted mash of dead bodies.

She then suddenly pulled her hand back with a yelp of pain, feeling she had been stabbed. There was a puncture wound in her palm, and she felt several more stings on her legs. She cried out and staggered to her feet, but before she could escape, a black root shot out of the ground and ...

... wrapped around her wrist. She tried to pull herself free, but the root was strong and sharp like barbed wire, and all she accomplished was tearing her skin on its thorns.

Sorine severed the root with her silver-lined sickle, producing a stream of smoke and a high-pitched cry. The whole tree shook, and more roots began reaching out of the ground around Sorine, each trying to grab her in retaliation. Volker wanted to run over and help her, but a fence of roots blocked his path. Armed with nothing but her sickle, Sorine looked desperately for a way out. The roots wrapped around her legs like snares, slashing her in the process, and every time she cut them away, more would come after her. She was running around without direction, moving anywhere that seemed safe, but the whole ground was coming alive, and roots of greater size and strength were now lunging for her.

Up above, Sam had reached the top of the chamber and wedged the crate of dynamite against the ceiling. A fuse was extended, and he was ready to light it with his torch, but he had to wait for Volker and Sorine down below. Looking down, he saw them fighting off the roots. “Shit!”

Before he could think to come down and help her, a demon’s scream reached his ears. The developing spawn hanging from the tree branches were waking up, forgoing their growth and obeying the tree's will. They ripped themselves off the branches with malformed limbs and bodies like babies chewing off their umbilical cords. Despite their ...