In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... premature birth, they moved with monstrous speed and strength, climbing up the walls to Sam’s location.

He brandished his axe, managing to behead a child-sized demon as it climbed up to his perch. Another, the size of an infant, leaped onto him and latched on his head, screaming in pain as its hands touched his silver protection. He ripped it off its face, cursing as its tiny claws left their mark, and kicked it across the chamber. Unfortunately, more were coming from above and below, and he was forced to abandon the dynamite crate.

Down below, the fully-developed spawn were returning to the chamber, and their monstrous squeals were met with a cry of pain from Sorine. A powerful root had wrapped around her, with its sharp thorns stabbing her all over. Sam was surrounded on all sides, Sorine was caught in death’s embrace, and the legion of Rathodor was swarming. Hope was fading like a candle in the breeze, but had yet to be extinguished.

Volker, raising his shotgun, took aim at the flower growing between the two main branches, what was originally Rathodor’s head, and fired. Silver shrapnel bombarded the glowing tendrils, shredding and burning the fragile tissue. A scream of agony echoed from the tree as all of its branches shook. The demons surrounding Sam all stopped, gripping their heads as the tree’s suffering was passed onto them. A second shell compounded the damage, causing all the roots to slacken and for Sorine to be released.

She fell to the ground, ...

... bleeding all over and struggling to remain conscious, but fear and pain drove her to her feet, and she limped towards Volker. He opened his shotgun and discharged the two spent casings, but before he could reload, a tree root burst from the ground and pierced him through the chest.

“Volker!” Sorine screamed.

More roots were reaching up and stabbing him. They wormed their way through his body, shredding muscles and organs and draining him of nutrients. Sorine limped over as fast as she could, but his body was shriveling up by the second, and he was dead by the time she reached him. She screamed and cried in anger, but the tree was regaining its strength, and she had no time to waste.

She picked up the torch burning by his feet and the can of oil he had been carrying. She ripped off part of her dress, stuffed it into the can’s opening, and lit it with the torch. Then, with a howl of desperation, she hurled the can at the tree, sending it flying over the sea of shredding roots. The can struck the trunk and sprayed it with oil, immediately catching fire and spreading to the dynamite.

Sam heard Sorine’s cry and saw the flames. Volker’s death was a heavy blow, but he had lost enough friends during the war to know how to keep fighting. What mattered was setting off the dynamite. He was surrounded by demons, and though they were still disoriented, he couldn’t get past them and reach the crate. He had one idea, a meager hope, but that was enough. As the demons closed in on him, ...