Clementina - S05 E29

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Clementina - S05 E29

Read Story: SEASON 5 EPISODE 29

As the blood lust faded from my body, to say that 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. 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," 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 6x6 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 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, 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 don't have long 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 thought, 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.