The circle of Ylmarach (Swedish fear)

[Interception]

Great story...yes, Swedish women are damn hot, and the AI ​​image underlines that.

The first part was great, where you really felt the mood and where we were. But the story of the circle was also very interesting to read.

Now, of course, the question arises as to who or what these gatekeepers are. It's a good thing you haven't given any clues yet. Since you have monsters as your tag, I imagine that's what it will come down to.

[LaLia]

Chapter 5 - The Gatekeepers

The heavy iron door slammed shut with a dull thud. Linnea, Emma, and Stina were left alone in the vast hall of the dungeon. Their bodies ached, a burning sensation that mingled with the icy cold of the stone walls. The smell of semen hung heavy in the air, mixed with the musty odor of old walls and dampness. A smell that would be burned deep into their memories. As if released by magic, the shackles fell to the floor. The three women collapsed exhausted, their limbs heavy and immobile. The hours of imprisonment, the humiliation, the pain, everything seemed to be released at that moment. Linnea was the first to move. Her fingers tentatively felt over her skin, past the dried semen stains, the bruises, and scrapes. A shiver ran down her spine, but it wasn't just cold. There was something else, a faint throbbing, a feeling she hardly dared to name.

"God..." she moaned softly, her voice shaky. "What... what's going on?" Stina and Emma were still lying on the ground, their faces contorted in pain and exhaustion. But they too felt it, this strange tingling, this new sensation spreading through their bodies. "I... I don't know," Stina whispered, her eyes wide open. "I feel so... weird." Emma said nothing, but her hands began to move slowly, feeling over her thighs, then between her legs. A soft whimper escaped her, a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure. Linnea watched her friends, her own desire growing stronger. It was as if the mysterious fog hanging in the hall had a special effect on them, an effect that affected their bodies in ways they had never imagined possible. "Do you feel that too?" Linnea asked, her voice trembling. "This... desire?" Stina nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on Linnea. "Yes," she breathed. "I... I can't stop touching myself." Emma moaned louder, her fingers digging into her flesh. "It's... it's so intense," she gasped. "I need... I need more."

As if drawn by an invisible force, the three women began to look at each other. Their gazes were filled with confusion, shame, but also an unquenchable curiosity. Linnea knew the feeling, the desire for another woman. But Stina and Emma? For her, it was something new, something unexpected. "I..." Stina began, but she didn't finish the sentence. Instead, she crawled closer to Linnea, her eyes full of pleading. "Please," she whispered. "Help me." Linnea hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward and kissed Stina. It was a hesitant kiss, a cautious probing, but it was enough to trigger an avalanche of emotions. Stina's lips parted beneath Linnea's, their tongues touched, and a soft moan escaped Stina's throat. Emma watched the two of them, her breathing quickening. She felt her shame transform into something else, an uncontrollable longing to belong, to share in this new, exciting experience.

"I want to too," Emma whispered, her voice barely audible. Linnea pulled away from Stina and turned to Emma. Her eyes sparkled, her lips red and swollen. "Then come here," she said, her voice rough with desire. Emma didn't hesitate any longer. She crawled over to Linnea and Stina, and soon the three women were lying tightly embraced on the cold stone floor. Their hands groped over each other, touching tentatively, then more and more boldly. They kissed, licked, and nibbled at each other, their bodies twitching with desire. "Oh God," moaned Stina as Linnea's fingers found her clitoris. "This is... this is incredible." Emma kissed Linnea, then Stina, her hands running over their breasts, kneading their nipples, pulling them on. The women's moans grew louder, their bodies trembled with arousal. Linnea had slept with women many times before, but it had never been this intense, this satisfying. With her two best friends, it was something special, something intimate, something that would bond them forever.

Stina was curious in bisexual, but she hadn't had any experiences yet. And Emma? Up until this point, she'd considered herself straight. But that belief seemed to be wavering, as the fingers and tongues of her long-time friends were now driving her crazy, too. The three of them moaned louder, their bodies twitched as they fingered each other. It was so surreal: one moment they were being raped by the men of the circle, now they were enjoying pleasuring each other. Semen mixed with the juices from their pussies, a slippery, smelly cocktail that only fueled their desire. Moans turned into screams of pleasure and soon waves of orgasms crashed over the three young Swedish women. Their bodies spasmed, their muscles twitched, their screams echoed through the hall. It was a moment of ecstasy, a moment of liberation, a moment in which they forgot all the pain and humiliation and surrendered completely to pleasure.

As the orgasms subsided, the three women collapsed exhausted. Their bodies were covered in sweat, their hair plastered to their faces, but their eyes shone. They had experienced something they would never forget, something that would change them forever. "Wow," Emma breathed, her voice hoarse. "That was... that was incredible." Stina nodded in agreement, her eyes closed. "I've never felt anything like that," she said. "Thank you." Linnea smiled, her eyes full of affection. They lay there in silence for a while, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Aurelius, who had watched all this, grinned contentedly at his two magisters and nodded slightly. "It's time," he said softly as he pressed a button on a strange-looking keyboard.

The dungeon's stuffy air hung heavy in their lungs, a mixture of dust, moldy stone, and the fear that lingered in the pores of the three women. Linnea, Stina, and Emma lay on the floor, their bodies exhausted from the previous ordeal. They had hoped to find a moment of rest, but the darkness concealed an ominous silence. None of them noticed the subtle change in the room. The walls seemed to shift slightly, a visual illusion that, however, concealed the reality of an eerie shift. The temperature dropped, a cold breath spreading across her skin like a premonition. Suddenly, Emma flinched. An indefinable sensation, a touch in the semidarkness, had startled her. Warm. Slimy. A damp trail appeared on her thigh. She tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness, groping with her hands for the source of the touch. But she saw nothing, only the impenetrable blackness that surrounded her. "What was that?" she whispered, her voice barely more than a whisper.

At the same moment, Stina felt something. A pressure, a movement on her leg. She jumped up, tried to sit up, but something wrapped itself tighter around her leg, pulling her back to a horizontal position. A deep, thunderous rumble filled the room, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of the earth. "What the..." Linnea began, but the sentence caught in her throat. Something grabbed her. Embraced. Her arms, her legs, everything was encompassed by an unknown force. She felt herself pulled across the rough, stony ground, the cold of the stone against her skin. Then she was lifted up into the air. Panic shot through her like an electric shock. Her gaze searched for the faces of Emma and Stina, found them in the same helpless position. And then they recognized it. From the walls, from the floor, from the darkness of the corners, black strands moved. Tentacles. They had a life of their own, moving with an uncanny fluidity, an insatiable hunger.

The tentacles grabbed at the women, each of them becoming a target for the eerie creatures. More and more of them wrapped around their bodies, suffocating their air, roaring them with all freedom of movement. Panicked screams filled the dungeon, an echo of fear reverberating in the stone walls. Each of them hung in the air, trapped in the tentacles' grip. "Oh God," Emma gasped, her voice cracking with horror. She felt her legs being brutally pulled apart, a pain that robbed her of her breath. Linnea tried to scream for help, but the scream was silenced as one of the tentacles pressed deep into her mouth. A disgusting taste filled her palate, chewy, salty, a slime that coated her tongue and made her gag. Thick as a cucumber, the tentacles quickly plunged into Linnea's mouth again and again, causing her to wheeze. She tried to resist, to move her head back and forth, but the grip of the other tentacles was too strong. She was trapped, at their mercy. It was real. Not a nightmare she would wake up from.

The gatekeepers had awakened, and they were their prey. It wasn't long before all three women had a tentacle in their mouths, silencing them. Then they felt the ominous pressure on their most sensitive areas. Their pussies were fucked, their asses penetrated, the tentacles penetrating them, without mercy, without tenderness. Helpless and exposed, the women hung in the air, their bodies exposed to the creatures. The slimy tentacles showed no mercy or compassion as they began brutally fucking every hole. The women's screams were silenced by the tentacles in their mouths, only muffled moans and gasps escaping their throats. The darkness of the dungeon merged with the darkness of her fear, a nightmare that seemed never-ending. "No... please..." Stina pressed out, but her words were drowned out by the creatures' growling. The tentacles penetrated her deeper, stretching her body to its limits. The pain was unbearable, but the fear was even greater. The fear of the unknown, of what these creatures intended for them. Emma closed her eyes, trying to block it out, but the sensations were too strong. She felt the tentacles manipulating her body in ways she could never have imagined. She was a toy, an object of desire for these eerie beings. Linnea continued to struggle, trying to free herself, but her efforts were in vain. The tentacles were too strong, their grip too tight. She felt her strength fading, her hope leaving her. Time lost its meaning. Minutes turned into hours, hours into an eternity. The women hung in the air, fucked, tortured, stripped of their humanity. Their bodies were sore and exhausted, their spirits broken. They were mere husks, puppets in the hands of the gatekeepers. At some point, the screams fell silent altogether. Only the rhythmic smacking of the tentacles and the deep growls of the creatures filled the dungeon.

The darkness seemed to thicken even further, the cold penetrating their bones even deeper. The gatekeepers had conquered their prey, and the dungeon swallowed their screams. The tentacles pushed deeper into the women, ramming into their wombs and asses until they seemingly reached their limits. Emma felt a tentacle wrap around her throat and began to choke her. She tried to scrape the tentacles off, but she was too weak. "I'm going to die," she thought. "I'm going to die here." Then she felt the tentacles tighten inside her. She moaned in pain as her pussy and ass were stretched. She could feel something growing inside her. "No," she thought. "No, this can't be happening." But it was too late. The tentacles had already impregnated her. She was pregnant with the Gatekeepers' babies. Stina and Linnea fared no better. They were also impregnated by the tentacles. They were all destined to bear the Gatekeepers' babies. The women continued to hang in the air for hours until the tentacles finally released them. They fell to the ground and lay there, exhausted and bruised.

They knew they had to escape. They had to get out of this dungeon and to safety. But they were too weak to move. "We have to get out of here," Linnea said finally. "I know," Stina said. "But I don't know if I can." "We have to try," Emma said. "If we stay here, we'll die." The women gathered their last bit of strength and began to drag themselves out of the dungeon. They didn't know where they were going, but they knew they had to get away. The tentacles that had tortured them retreated into the walls as if they had never been there. The room seemed to calm down again, but the air was still heavy with the stench of slime and fear. The women crawled through the darkness, their bodies aching with every movement. They stumbled over debris and rocks, their hands bloody and scratched. Finally, they saw a glimmer of light at the end of a corridor. They crawled toward it, their hope rekindled. When they reached the exit, they saw that they were in a forest. The sun shone bright and warm, and the birds chirped in the trees. The women staggered into the woods, their bodies at the end of their strength. They fell to the ground and lay there, exhausted and relieved. They had done it. They had escaped the dungeon. But they knew they would never be the same again. The torture had changed them forever. They were scared, both physically and mentally. And they are really saved? They looked at each other, too easy...far too easy this escape had been.


THE END

[Shocker]

A thrilling end. I’m somewhat mixed in my feelings concerning tentacles, their redeeming virtue is certainly that there are so many. It might be just that I don’t like sharing my toys that the concept of tentacle rape doesn’t excite me more.
Overall excellent story.

[Lucius]

Will there be a sequel?

I've always found amusing the image of Germanic peoples in the Roman Empire -- broadly speaking, they were viewed as savages not really capable of proper organization, having all those weird cults and human sacrifices. Nice to see some of the traditions persist -- however, this makes using Latin formulae in Ylmarach rituals unlikely! Lovely Swedish blonde victims, a fine sense of place, well-balanced descriptions of their sensations... I admit the tentacles do nothing for me, but a fine story overall!

[Vela Nanashi]

Chapter 3:

Eyes were bright, almost transparent ? not sure what transparent eyes mean.

The ritual stuff mixes a few interesting concepts that sound very plausible, I do not clearly recall last two chapters sadly, but my focus will mostly be on the trio.

Scary uncomfortable situation for them to be in.

Ok some confusion:

Five masked men entered.

text that seem unrelated to them follow

The door opened without a word. Four men in long, dark robes entered.

Good descriptions of the long walk.

"Bring her" singular, then men grab all three women.

I like the atmosphere and descriptions of the place.

Cuffed to chains above them, yet Emma has her arms at her sides?

The ritual dressing and undressing done.

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Chapter 4:

Aurelius steps behind Linnea who then looks him straight in the eyes, maybe add a turned her head to look at him over her shoulder or turning her body to face him, to do it?

It is a wonderfully hot and helpless position though, if I understand it right their sides and rest of their bodies completely exposed as their arms are cuffed up above their heads, even if some of the descriptions do not match that.

Also you evoke hot pictures of the aftermath and then horny mist coming to give them pleasure and lust, I like the ending of this chapter.

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Chapter 5:

I get confused again as it feels we jumped back in time, to earlier?

Ok no just weird for the door to slam so long after the mist entered the room, but I will take that as the mist closing the door before releasing their restraints.

pulling them on (referring to nipples I think) pulling on them is less yoda speech

Nice of them to get some enjoyment out of each other

roaring them with all freedom of movement ? not sure what is meant

impregnated by tentacles and released, but gate keepers keep a gate to where, not back out on earth surely but somewhere else probably

well written story except for a few weird artifacts probably from translation/ai, but still very well written.

[LaLia]

A thrilling end. I’m somewhat mixed in my feelings concerning tentacles, their redeeming virtue is certainly that there are so many. It might be just that I don’t like sharing my toys that the concept of tentacle rape doesn’t excite me more.
Overall excellent story.

Tentacles aren't everyone's cup of tea. I like them, and the supernatural was somehow an aspect here from the very beginning.

Will there be a sequel?

I've always found amusing the image of Germanic peoples in the Roman Empire -- broadly speaking, they were viewed as savages not really capable of proper organization, having all those weird cults and human sacrifices. Nice to see some of the traditions persist -- however, this makes using Latin formulae in Ylmarach rituals unlikely! Lovely Swedish blonde victims, a fine sense of place, well-balanced descriptions of their sensations... I admit the tentacles do nothing for me, but a fine story overall!

sequel or prequel...possibly, but not directly. Maybe someday