The Carnal Abyss
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Chapter 1: Salt-Kissed Stranger 🔥
The wind whipped salt spray across my face as I perched on that jagged outcrop, sketchpad balanced precariously on my knees. Twenty-six years old, curves that strained every damn blouse I owned, fiery red hair tangled like seaweed in the coastal gale. This stretch of rugged shoreline south of Blackwave Bay wasn’t my usual haunt—too wild, too isolated—but the office grind back in the city had clawed at me. Freelance illustrator by day, secret sketcher of forbidden fantasies by night. Today, I needed the crash of waves to drown out the noise in my head.
Graphite scratched paper, capturing the twisted basalt cliffs that plunged into the churning sea. Fog clung low, muting the world to grays and blues. Then, a low rumble pierced the haze—a motorcycle engine, throaty and insistent, devouring the narrow dirt track from town. I squinted through the mist. The bike burst into view, black and chrome beast, ridden by a woman who looked carved from storm clouds herself.
She killed the engine, swung off with thighs like coiled pythons under leather pants. Tall—god, towering over my five-foot-six frame. Short-cropped black hair, piercing green eyes under a scarred brow. Leather jacket zipped tight over a chest that hinted at power packed beneath. She pulled off her helmet, sniffing the air like a predator.
“Lost your way, red?” Her voice was gravel and honey, deep timbre sending a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the chill.
I lowered my pad, heart thumping harder than the surf. “Lena,” I managed, voice steadier than I felt. “Just… drawing the cliffs. You?”
“Kira. Chasing rumors.” She strode closer, boots crunching pebbles. Up close, the scent of her hit me—motor oil, leather, something musky and wild, like earth after rain mixed with sweat. Her gaze raked me, lingering on the swell of my hips in paint-splattered jeans. “These rocks hide secrets. Old ones. You feel it?”
I laughed it off, but yeah. A prickle at my nape, like fingers ghosting skin. “Mostly just feel the damp. What’s the rumor?”
She crouched beside me, arm brushing mine—electric. “Caves down there. Folks in Blackwave say stay clear. Bad vibes. But power sleeps in those shadows. Carnal power.” The word hung, heavy, her eyes darkening like she was tasting it.
My cheeks burned. Carnal. It slithered into my thoughts, conjuring images I’d buried: bodies entwined, slick and savage. “Sounds like bullshit tourist tales.”
Kira’s lip curled in a smirk. “Come find out. With me.” Not a question. Her hand clamped my wrist—firm, warm, callused. Pulse raced under her thumb. I should’ve pulled away. Instead, I nodded.
We scrambled down slick rocks, her leading, ass flexing in leather that hugged every curve. Wave crash boomed, foam tasting briny on my lips. She pointed to a fissure, barely wide enough for one. “There.”
“Hell no,” I breathed, but my body betrayed me, core tightening with forbidden thrill.
“Afraid?” Challenge in her tone.
I shoved past her, breasts heaving against my damp shirt. “Try me.”
Chapter 2: Echoes of Forbidden Stone
The cave mouth swallowed us whole. Dank air enveloped, thick with minerals and decay, like breathing in the rot of ancient seas. My flashlight beam danced erratically, Kira’s phone light joining from behind. Walls pressed close, rough basalt scraping my arms through thin fabric. Dripping water echoed, plink-plink, syncing with my quickening breaths.
“This is stupid,” I muttered, but pressed deeper. Kira’s chuckle vibrated the tunnel, low and intimate.
Rounded a bend, and there—carvings. Not crude scratches, but intricate bas-relief, glowing faintly under our lights. A faceless woman, voluptuous form radiating lines like ecstasy waves. At her feet, coiling shapes—tentacles? Worms? Thick, veined, pulsing in stylized writhe. Arrows pointed from her core, symbols swirling into a central vortex door. Text etched below, archaic script that somehow clicked in my brain.
“To claim the Carnal Crown, shed thy mortal coil. Embrace the writhing gift, ensnare the flesh of kin and stranger alike. Eternal hunger awaits in fire’s gut, untouched by frost’s embrace.” I read aloud, voice husky. Fingers traced the stone—cold, vibrating subtly, like a lover’s purr.
Kira pressed against my back, breath hot on my neck. “Queen of carnal depths. Turns women into goddesses of lust. Village elders whisper it calls to those ripe for awakening.”
Ripe. The word pooled heat low in my belly. My nipples hardened against lace bra, thighs rubbing slick. “Bullshit,” I whispered, but my free hand drifted south, pressing denim over aching mound.
She noticed. Spun me, pinned me to wall. “Feel it calling?” Mouth crashed mine—brutal, demanding. Tongue invaded, tasting smoke and salt. Hands roamed, cupping heavy breasts, thumbs circling peaks through cloth. I moaned into her, grinding against her thigh.
“Kira… fuck.”
She yanked my shirt up, bra down. Sucked one nipple hard, teeth grazing. Pain-pleasure shot straight to my clit. “Let it out, Lena. Carnal bitch inside you.”
I clawed her jacket open—full breasts, pierced nipples glinting. Pushed her to knees, fumbled zipper. Her cunt was shaved, glistening, lips swollen. Dove in, tongue lashing folds, sucking clit like candy. She bucked, fingers in my hair, grinding face-fuck style. Juices smeared my chin, musky-sweet.
“Yes! Eat my pussy, you slut!” Her growl echoed off stone.
She came with a roar, thighs clamping my head. Pulled me up, stripped jeans down calves. Bent me over, fingers plunging my sopping heat—three at once, curling ruthless. G-spot hammered, walls clenching. I squirted, spraying rock, screaming her name.
We collapsed, panting, slick bodies tangled. But the carvings watched, pulsing brighter. Whispered promises of more.
“Go back,” she urged later, dressing. “It chose you.” Motorbike roar faded into fog. I stumbled home to my cliffside cottage, thighs sticky, mind reeling.
Chapter 3: Midnight’s Treacherous Hands 💋
Sleep clawed at me that night, cottage creaking under storm winds howling off the bay. Sheets tangled my sweat-slick skin, curves heaving with uneasy dreams. First, the cave again—but alive. Wriggling masses slithered from cracks, thick as wrists, veined black-purple, tips oozing pearlescent slime that smelled of musk and honey.
They found me naked on stone altar, spreading thighs wide. One probed my mouth—salty-sweet, filling throat, pulsing semen-like nectar. Gagged, but swallowed greedy, body igniting fire. Another teased folds, stretching entrance slow, ridges dragging walls till I arched, begging silent.
“More… fill me carnal full,” dream-me moaned. It plunged, girth splitting, coiling deep to womb. Twins invaded ass, burning stretch to ecstasy. Breasts engulfed in suckers, milking nipples raw. Orgasms chained, vision blurring as belly swelled with writhing forms.
Woke gasping, hand buried in cunt. Fingers pistoned frantic, unbidden. Couldn’t stop. Clit throbbed under thumb, juices soaking sheets. “No… fuck, what’s happening?” Panic mixed bliss—climaxes ripped one after another, back arching off mattress.
Roommates—my wild artist pals Mia and Jess—slept across hall. Mia’s lithe, tattooed body; Jess’s athletic curves. Couldn’t wake them. Bit pillow, muffling screams as hand delved deeper, knuckles grinding cervix. Squirt after squirt, thighs quaking.
Hours blurred. Dawn grayed windows before fingers slowed, withdrew slick-shining. Lay trembling, pussy gaping, scent heavy in air. Shame burned, but undercurrent thrilled. Carnal hunger gnawed, unsatisfied. Needed… answers. Or more.
Showered scalding, fingers itching to return between legs. Dressed hurried—loose sweater hiding hickeys from Kira, skirt swishing thighs. Headed to town library, my part-time haunt, mind screaming riddles. “Fire’s gut, frost untouched.” Volcano caves? No. Deeper meaning.
Librarian old Mrs. Hale eyed me odd. “Rough night, dear?” I blushed, thighs clenching memory-fresh. Rifled occult tomes—no matches. Then Kira roared in, leather gleaming rain-slick.
“Told you it’d start.” Grin feral. “Prelate’s gone—chasing wards. We go alone.”
“You’re crazy.” But followed her bike, wind tearing skirt, exposing lace to chill.
Chapter 4: Writhing Embrace
Cave deeper this time, Kira hauling pack—flares, ropes. Air thicker, breathing entity-like. Walls pulsed, carvings glowing crimson. Heat rose unnatural, sweat beading cleavage.
“Here.” She pressed deeper chamber. Fissure steamed, sulfur tang biting nostrils. “Fire’s bowels.”
I froze. Black pool bubbled, ice rimming edges—thermal vent meeting cold updraft? “Key lies there.”
Kira stripped first, body sculpted perfection—scars mapping battles, pussy lips pierced silver. Dove in nude, emerged clutching obsidian idol: faceless queen, worms crowning head, tentacles from base.
“Yours.” Thrust at me. Touched it—zap like lightning. Visions flooded: me enthroned, belly bloated wriggling, family—wait, friends?—kneeling nude service. Mia tongue-deep in my ass, Jess suckling breasts, Kira grinding cunt on thigh.
Idol heated, slime oozing. Coated fingers sticky, plunged mouth instinctive. Nectar exploded—aphrodisiac blaze. Ripped clothes, idol to core, grinding. Kira watched, fisting self.
Pool erupted. Tentacles surged—living obsidian, slick iridescent, thicker forearms. Wrapped ankles, spread eagle. One rammed throat, fucking face merciless, balls-deep bulge. Choked spurts swallowed, fire spreading veins.
“Take it, Lena! Become carnal queen!” Kira knelt, tongue rimming where tentacle breached pussy—huge, coiling cervix-kiss. Ass invaded twin, double penetration obscene stretch, ridges milking prostate phantom.
Body suspended, tentacle per breast, suckling nipples engorged milk-leak. Waves crashed outside symphony to slurps, squelches, my gurgles. Orgasms cataclysmic, squirting arcs, eyes rolling white.
Kira mounted face reverse, grinding sopping folds, clit on tongue. Came shuddering as tentacles pumped loads—hot, thick, bloating belly gravid. Released spent, collapsed twined, slime cocooning us tender.
“It chose us both,” she murmured, lips nipple-kiss. Bond deepened, souls entwined writhing legacy.
Chapter 5: Thrall’s Carnal Court
Home reeked need next morn. Cottage pulsed energy, air humming. Mia and Jess stirred kitchen, coffee brewing vanilla-scent masking my slime residue. Clouds under skin writhed faint, pussy tender-throb constant.
“Lena? You okay?” Mia, pixie-cropped blonde, tattoos swirling breasts. Jess, brunette bombshell, yoga-toned.
Words failed. Idol called from bag. Locked door, stripped. “Come. See.”
Hesitant, they entered. Gasped carvings via my phone pics. Idol glowed, slime tendrils snaking floor. Touched Mia’s hand—eyes glazed, clothes shed. “Mistress…”
Kneeled, tongue worship folds. Jess followed, ass presented. I delved, rimming pucker, fingers fisting cunt. They moaned twin symphony, juices mingling thighs.
Kira arrived timely, bike growl herald. Joined fray—strapped dildo monstrous, plowing Mia doggy while I ate Jess. Slaps echoed, cries profane. “Fuck her harder! Fill my sisters in lust!”
Switched. Kira fisted me forearm-deep, tentacle-echo stretch, gushing floods. Mia sat face, grinding trib; Jess dildo-gagged.
Climax crescendo: all linked, daisy-chain fucks, squirting chain-reaction. Bodies collapsed, afterglow tender caresses, whispers vows eternal service.
But hunger grew. Town beckoned.
Chapter 6: Eternal Depths Unleashed
Night fell velvet as we prowled Blackwave. Idol pulsed pocket, summoning. First, tavern—barmaids, buxom twins Tara and Lena-no, Lila—eyes locked ours, entranced. Back alley, skirts hiked, we devoured tandem. Tongues dueling clits, fingers ass-probing, their screams muffled walls.
Kira throat-fucked Tara dildo while I scissored Lila, clits grinding friction-fire. Cum mingled, bellies swelling nectar phantom-pregnant.
Villagers trickled—fishermen burly, their wives wanton. Beach orgy spontaneous: cocks in every hole, tentacles manifesting faint, enhancing. Me central, throne sand-built, worms illusion-crowning brow. Rode fisherman reverse, ass clapping; Kira strap-oned wife beside.
Mia, Jess orchestrated—fisting circles, daisy chains. Air reeked cum, sweat, sea-salt. Moans chorus wave-crash. Orgasms quaked earth near, aftershocks trembling limbs.
Dawn broke, bodies strewn sated. No guilt—only power. We queen court now, carnal abyss queens. Cave called home, depths eternal playground.
Kira kissed salt-lips. “Forever writhing.”
I smiled, worms beneath skin dancing. Yes. Carnal forever. 💋
