Melia - Chapter 2
By Darkage
(c) July, 2001


Chapter 2

Melia awoke lying on the rock. Her wrists and ankles 
were free. She dressed in the tattered remains of her 
clothes and headed for the tunnel, at the far end of 
the cavern.

She stood before the tunnel's dark entrance and 
hesitated for a moment, fear in her heart. But the 
thought of Alara drove her on. Alara, her lover of 
four years. She remembered the moment she first laid 
eyes on that lovely, blonde girl standing alone amidst 
the revelry of an equinox festival. That girl became 
Melia's love, her whole world. And some evil creatures 
of the underearth had taken her, carrying her away 
into the depths of the underearth.

Her vision revealed a long and winding tunnel, 
probably carved by small miners many years ago. The 
floor was rough beneath her bare feet, the air 
stagnant. She hoped this meant it was also 
uninhabited.


Melia continued on for what felt like days, though she 
had no way of knowing how much time actually passed, 
hidden deep in the earth as she was. She slept on the 
tunnel floor and ate the dry rations she'd carried 
with her. Her water supply was running low and she 
knew that if she didn't find a fresh source soon, she 
would die of thirst in the dark tunnel.


After what she counted to be three full days of 
walking, Melia came to a set of stairs carved into the 
tunnel, which slanted upward. She started up the 
stairs.

As she climbed, she felt a warm wing blowing steadily 
down the tunnel. She also heard the trickle of running 
water.

Cresting the stairs, she found herself at the edge of 
some sort of underground forest. She was at the edge 
of an enormous cavern, filled with giant mushrooms and 
thick growths of ferns. There were patches of 
mushrooms on the ground in front of her, all about 
normal sized, but the deeper into the forest they got, 
the greater their size. In the thick of the forest she 
saw some as large as small trees. That was as far as 
she could see.

She found a stream running along a stony path into the 
forest, and she filled her waterskins here. When they 
were full, she drank them down and refilled them. She 
sat on the pebbly path as she drank her thirst away 
and grew sleepy with contentment. Laying her head on 
her pack, she fell asleep on the shore.


Melia slept for hours. She dreamt of Alara. Her lovely 
golden locks falling about her shoulders as the girl 
bathed her. Melia felt her soapy hands sliding along 
her skin.

Melia woke with a start. She stared up at the cavern 
ceiling through the mushrooms and felt something 
sliding across her stomach. Looking down, across her 
body, she saw a large snake slithering from the 
stream, over her, and into the forest. Trembling, she 
waited for the snake to pass.

When she was sure the snake had gone she gathered her 
belongings and started along the path, into the 
forest. The sounds of insects filled the air, as did 
the intermittent echoes of dripping water. The air was 
warm and steam rose from small holes in the forest 
floor.

Hours passed, and Melia found herself deep in a 
strange jungle, drenched in sweat. She was suddenly 
thankful for the tears in her clothing. She continued 
on, the mushrooms now tall and thin around her, their 
caps towering hundreds of feet overhead.


With her next step, Melia felt her foot sink into the 
ground, as it would water. Suddenly she was falling, 
darkness all around her. She tumbled down a slippery 
tunnel that spit her out into a small dark cave. Melia 
rolled quickly, avoiding injury.

As she recovered her wits, she realized with horror 
that she'd fallen through a sinkhole in the floor of 
the limestone cavern. The cave she was now trapped in 
was completely dark. Her vision revealed a rubble-
strewn floor with pools of steaming water dispersed 
among the rocks. Steam rose through the air and 
funneled into holes in the ceiling and walls. At the 
far end of the cave billowing masses of steam rose 
through the air.

Looking around in despair, Melia saw that there was no 
hope of climbing back up. The holes, dripping with 
condensation, were too high and no doubt too slippery. 
She crept along the rubble, hands and feet clutching 
at the slippery rocks, making her way around the 
steaming pools of water. The steam grew thick and hot 
around her. Her damp clothes clung to her skin and the 
steam blocked her vision. She moved ahead slowly to 
avoid slipping into the steaming water.

Finally the rock walls opened up into a larger cave 
and Melia pressed her back up against the wall. She 
looked in terror at the huge pool of boiling water 
that came nearly to the cave walls. It was throwing 
off enormous amounts of steam, which billowed through 
the stalactites hanging from the ceiling. She 
cautiously edged her way along the wall towards the 
large cones of rock that protruded from the ground at 
the far end of the water. Looking down at the boiling 
pool, she realized just how deep it was. The center 
was very dark and no bottom could be seen. Suddenly 
she saw a dark movement in the depths of the pool. 
Moving faster, she finally reached the cones of rock 
and scrambled up them. This miniature mountain range 
led her up to a tunnel near the ceiling of the cave. 
Running up the bumpy tunnel, Melia heard something 
large emerging from the water down below. She didn't 
dare look back, but sped up the tunnel, past a branch 
off.

She came to a fork in the tunnel. The right branch 
continued forward while the left one headed upwards 
and appeared to taper. Up she went, scrambling up the 
steep climb of the left branch, hoping it would be too 
small for whatever was behind her to follow. Her wish 
was granted, but only too much. It tapered so quickly 
that she could fit no more than fifteen feet up it. 
She was trapped.

Looking down the dark tunnel, she saw steam rising up 
it. She could hear deep, loud breathing and the sound 
of something large pushing its way up the tunnel. She 
huddled in the darkness, her wet clothes clinging to 
her damp skin, and her arms wrapped around her knees. 
Tentacles came into view, writhing up the tunnel 
below. Tendrils of steam careened around them. And 
with each heavy snort of breath below, steam billowed 
up the tunnel. The tentacles began to slither up the 
tunnel in which Melia lay, trembling, and she could 
now see where they met, at the head of some huge, 
brownish green creature of the deep. Its huge body 
continued out of her sight. The bases of the tentacles 
surrounded a soft round mouth with a red, snake-like 
tongue that occasionally flickered from it. The steamy 
breath came from its mouth. Melia trembled audibly and 
the creature paused, then slid its tentacles slowly up 
towards her hiding spot.
"No," she trembled. "No!"

She sobbed with fear and tried to pull herself farther 
up the tapering tunnel. It was useless. A tentacle 
grabbed her ankle, wrapping its slender tip around her 
leg. Another followed suit, and another, and another 
until they had all wrapped around her calves.

"No," she whimpered, pleading hopelessly.

The base of the tentacles was at the entrance of the 
tunnel, its round mouth sending steamy breath up to 
Melia. She panted with fear and clutched at the walls 
around her as the tentacles writhed up her lower legs. 
They were working their way up to her knees, wrapping 
her slender legs tightly together.

One tentacle slid up past her knees and began to slide 
up the valley between her thighs. Just before the hem 
of her skirt, it plunged down, sliding between her 
thighs. It continued down towards the rock floor and 
began to slide up along the inside of her skirt. Her 
knees pressed against her chest, Melia shuddered as 
the tentacle touched the rounded region between her 
anus and her vagina. The creature breathed, sending 
hot steam billowing up the passage, all around her 
body. She clenched her teeth and whined, clutching the 
walls as the tentacle crept along her secret region 
and slid between her labia, into her hot, slippery 
vagina.

The rest of the tentacles continued to writhe up her 
legs, wrapping around her thighs beneath her black 
skirt. They reached her hips and Melia moaned with 
fear as they slithered up her buttocks, some sliding 
along the smooth inner curve, some creeping up to her 
back.

As the lone tentacle was sliding its way up her hot, 
slippery vagina, another one left the group, 
slithering quickly up her belly beneath the waist of 
her skirt, to her stomach. Others followed and soon 
many began sliding and wrapping around her body 
beneath her blouse. Melia whimpered in terror as a 
pair of tentacles slid around her wrists and pinned 
her arms behind her. More steamy breath blew up the 
passage, clinging to her skin in droplets. Her arms 
tied behind her, she began to pant with fear as 
tentacles opened her blouse, revealing her bare 
breasts, which more tentacles slid up her stomach to 
caress. The tentacles began to pull her, on her back, 
down the tunnel; her knees still raised in the fetal 
position.

One of the tentacles left the rest to slide back down 
her stomach. It slid among the tentacles caressing her 
breasts, down the centerline of her body, and past her 
navel. It continued down the curve of her belly, 
between her thighs, through the soft black forest of 
hair. Arching her neck back, Melia moaned with terror 
and ecstasy, her jaw trembling as its rounded tip slid 
over her pink, exposed clitoris, and down her vaginal 
lips, slipping into her soft flesh. Hot steaming 
breath billowed around her, her skin wet with hot 
droplets, as the two tentacles writhed around each 
other inside the hot slipperiness between her legs.

Melia, overcome with lust, began to moan passionately. 
She became moist and the tentacles slid with more ease 
inside her. The first tentacle slid along the pink 
entrance to her anus as it penetrated her deeply, the 
second along her clitoris. She gasped excitedly as her 
inner thighs became wet with milky fluid.

Melia's lustful sighs echoed in the steamy passage as 
the creature's tentacles pulled her, on her back, down 
towards its round steaming mouth. Her skin slid easily 
on the tunnel floor, slippery with condensation. She 
felt the steam growing hotter as she was pulled closer 
to the creature's mouth. It pulled her down the 
passage until her naked body lay in all its glory 
before its mouth. Lying on her back, Melia stretched 
her legs, extending them up towards the ceiling, then 
lay them wide open before the intense heat of its 
large mouth. Her delicate feet rested on either side 
of the creature's head.

The two tentacles withdrew from within her body and 
slid to join the others, caressing every inch of her 
beautiful body. A long red tongue slid from the 
steaming depths of the creature's mouth and slowly 
snaked up towards the swollen lips between her slender 
legs, which lay open and wet before it. Its pointed 
tip touched the flower between her thighs, and milky 
fluid pulsed from within her, causing Melia to sigh 
with passion.

The tentacles suddenly tightened their grip around her 
body and the thick red tongue slid between her vaginal 
lips, which parted like the pedals of a flower. The 
tongue penetrating her deeply, Melia panted with lust 
as the strong tentacles pulled her rear into the 
creature's hot, steamy mouth. Its tongue slipped up 
inside her, tasting her sweet, milky insides and 
bringing Melia to a climax. Burning ecstasy pulsed 
through her body and the tunnel echoed with her 
lustful screams of bliss.

The creature then withdrew, sliding back down into the 
steaming water whence it came, leaving Melia lying on 
the floor of the steamy passage. Her body was damp 
with moisture and her thighs were wet with the warm 
milky fluid coming in little pulses from between her 
labia. Eyes closed, her lips pressed into a smile of 
content, she slid her come-coated inner thighs along 
each other and drifted off to sleep.

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