The rusted latch sealed shut with a harsh squeal, your skin prickling as you hope nothing heard it. Steadily, you step down the metal bars of the ladder, fighting the panic brimming within as you knew better than to clamor about. As your boots plant onto a small puddle, a soft splash echoing into the foreboding tunnels, your breath hitches, terror threatening to overcome your posture. Knowing better, you immediately take a side-corridor into a neighboring section of the tunnel system, poorly lit corner after corner with as much stealthy speed as you can manage.

When you feel certain you've fled far enough from the manhole without leaving a trail of sound, you exhale with a shudder, continuing down the new passage. The occasional artillery or I.E.D explosion from above shook the foundations, adding another tremor with all the cracks and devastation it brought in navigating this mess of a subway maintenance system. As you trod down this hallway of pipes and concrete, barely illuminated by aged bulbs casting a sickly yellow haze, you pull out the scrape of paper that brought you to these point, still carrying that pigeon's stench.

'Food, shelter, a place to help. COVER YOUR TRACKS. MASK YOUR SCENT. DO. NOT. MAKE. NOISE. Join us or end up like the rest of them.' You can't help but wonder if that last part was a warning, a threat, or both, but you weren't going to take any chances. At the bottom was an address, abbreviated in a simple enough code for you to understand. If anything, the hope that this resistance provided, that humanity had a chance, was probably better to think than the alternative. Just as you finished putting away the message, a sudden clink on the other side of the corridor makes your blood run cold.

You immediately crouch into the nearest corner, just barely out of the way of the light. Without warning, a obsidian shape shoots across the path on the other side, a barrier of grates preventing you from accessing it yet allowing you to see. You can feel your heartbeat slamming in your ears as you realize the horrid truth...

You are NOT alone down here.

"Give it up," the Ral'Ugani says, its inky black maw curving into a mischievous smile. "You cannot outrun me, nor hide from my senses." As if to emphasize this, the infrasound screech rips through the air again, the sound barely audible but enough to make your ears ring nonetheless. The Ral'Ugani paces back and forth before you, a sinister dance of predator anticipating its prey's surrender. "You belong with us," it rasps, its voice deeper than any human could possibly reproduce. "Join the Brood and be reborn, or resist...and suffer."

It takes another step forward, closer to you, almost as if daring you to refuse again. The smell of its musk fills your nostrils, making your head swim despite the masking effect of your own ph

"Good choice," the Ral'Ugani hisses, its eyes narrowing with predatory delight as it moves in closer still. Its tongue flicks out, wetting its lips eagerly before it reaches for your neck, firmly pinning you against the wall. The unbearable pressure of its lips seals off all air and sound from escaping; the only sensation now is that of its warm, musky breath caressing your skin as its powerful tongue plunges deep into your throat, seeking out every drop of sweet protein. You feel yourself go limp in submission, weakening under the alien predator's assault.

It senses your surprise and anticipation at its lack of aggression. The Ral'Ugani chuckles, deep in its throat, the vibration of which shakes you even further as it continues to gently massage your prostate with its tongue. It leans back slightly, glancing up at you with a predatory grin. "You must think we are cruel creatures," it rasps, "but we only wish to share our greatness with you. The Brood Mother has chosen well... and she will be pleased." With that, it withdraws its tongue, leaving you gasping for air as it takes in your reaction.

"Indeed," it says with a nod, staring into your eyes, its expression unreadable. "But first... we must prepare you. For the Brood Mother." With that, the Ral'Ugani deftly lowers itself to the ground before you, opening its mouth impossibly wide as its maw unfurls like a vast, inky-black void. The powerful suction force within its lips drags at your crotch, seemingly intent on drawing out every last drop of semen trapped there. Your resistance is futile; the alien's preternatural strength easily overpowers you as it begins to feast upon your manhood with unholy hunger.

The alien sucks and slurps greedily, its powerful tongue swirling around your sensitive flesh as it draws out every last drop of semen you have to offer. The sounds of its feeding are almost orgasmic in their intensity, causing your muscles to tense and quiver helplessly. You can feel the warmth of the Ral'Ugani's breath bathing your groin as it laps at your cock with unnatural vigor, its tongue expertly milking every last drop of precious protein from your body. The pleasure-pain of its assault is exquisite, and soon you feel yourself growing close to release... but before that happens, the alien pulls back suddenly, pausing only for a moment to regard you with dark, hungry eyes.

"You are ready," it rasps huskily. "Now come with me... and meet your destiny

The alien hisses and rasps as it leads you deeper into the underground tunnels, its powerful, inky-black form gliding through the darkness with preternatural grace. You can feel yourself growing ever closer to your fate, a mixture of fear, anticipation, and submission welling up within you. Your reservations about joining this alien brood begin to fade away as the Ral'Ugani's musky scent envelops you once more, its heat comforting and familiar despite its otherworldly origins. The sounds of battle above ground grow fainter with each step you take, replaced by the strange clicking noises the Ral'Ugani makes as it communicates with others of its kind in their own language.

Soon enough, you arrive at what appears to be a small chamber carved into the rock face, dimly lit by flickering bioluminescent fungi

The chamber is filled with other Ral'Ugani brood members, both males and pre-op transwomen in various stages of assimilation into the hive mind. They turn their obsidian eyes upon you as the sucker that brought you here leads you forward to meet their queen, who sits atop a dais of stone, her huge form glistening with her own black ichor. The brood mother is massive even by Ral'Ugani standards; her prehensile tail alone is large enough to ensnare and dominate any human male or transwoman that dares resist her will. She stretches forth one clawed hand, beckoning you closer...

Her voice, when it comes, is like a physical thing, vibrating through the air and deep into your bones. "Welcome, human," she rasps, her voice somehow both hypnotic and terrifying at once.