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.

The creature on the other side of the grate, its obsidian form hunched over almost as if to peer down at you quizzically, lets out a low, rumbling chuckle. The sound reverberates around your skull, making your ears ring from the power and pitch. It pauses for a moment, seemingly sniffing the air... then leans closer still, voice dropping to a barely audible growl. "I smell your kind," it rasps, a hollow echo that seems to come from all around you. "Come out, little prey..."

The creature grins at your hesitation, seemingly amused by your frightened state. "Come now," it coos, voice still raspy and low. "Don't be shy. I only want to play..." Slowly, the inky form straightens up, flexing its immense muscles as if to prove a point. "Unless... you'd rather stay hidden?" The unspoken threat hangs heavy in the air, like the weight of a thousand worlds about to crush your spirit.

The creature sniffs once more, eyes darting about in the dim light as it searches for some sign of your fear... of your weakness. Its predatory instincts are on high alert now, honed in on you like a shark senses blood in the water. With a lupine grin, it lunges forward suddenly, powerful arms propelling itself toward the nearest barrier with incredible speed and agility despite its immense bulk.

As it comes down on the grate, the metal bends and warps under its weight before giving way with a loud clatter that echoes through the tunnel. With a triumphant hiss, the Ral'Ugani Brood Sucker flexes its clawed fingers, reveling in its display of raw power as it crouches low, readying itself for the hunt. Its massive shaft is already starting to harden, anticipating the delicious taste of human cum it knows it will find soon enough.

"Now... where did you go?" it rasps, scenting the air once more with its impossibly sensitive nostrils. "Come out, come play..."

The dark shape above you seems to shift slightly in the dim light, almost as if chuckling quietly under its breath. "Anything?" it rasps, stepping closer still until only the faint scent of the other's fear is left to waft across its powerful senses. "Oh, little one... I am sure you will." The obsidian hand reaches out, questing almost delicately as if trying not to startle its prey.

"Come..." it breathes into your ear. "Let's play..."

"Good boy," it rasps, its breath hot against your ear. "Come along now." As the creature speaks, impossibly strong arms wrap around you from behind, squeezing tightly enough to make it hard to breathe yet leaving just enough room for you to feel safe... for now. You can't help but inhale sharply as those massive claws dig into your back, the tips pressing against your spine with a pain that feels almost enjoyable beneath the pleasure center-exploding rush of dominance and control coursing through your veins.

"That's it," it whispers, mouth close enough to feel hot puffs against your neck as you struggle not to orgasm right there on the spot. "Just relax... let me take care of everything..." And with that, impossibly strong arms begin to lift you up and carry you deeper into the darkness. Your last thought before the pain becomes too much to bear is a desperate hope that the resistance wasn't wrong about what would happen if they found you.

The creature carries you deeper into the darkness, their grip firm yet not painfully so. Their hot breath tickles your ear as they continue to speak softly, nonsensical words that seem to have some effect on your mind; they make you feel relaxed... submissive... eager for more. As if drawn by an invisible string, you lean back into the embrace of the inky beast, arching your back as you offer your neck willingly.

Their hot tongue traces circles around your earlobe, teasing and taunting before it slips past and begins to explore further down your throat, tasting every bit of salty sweetness within you. Your heart rate slows, your breathing grows steady... almost regular. You feel yourself growing hard in their impossibly tight grasp, the sensation of being completely controlled by this alien creature causing a delicious ache to spread through your body.

With a satisfied growl, the Ral'Ugani Brood Sucker positions you face down on what feels like a cold metal table, hands strong yet gentle as they hold you in place. "That's it," it rasps into your ear, its warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Now... show me how good you are..."

As if in a dream-like state, you feel yourself becoming aroused further by the creature's voice, the commanding tone sending shivers down your spine. Unable to resist any longer, you begin to thrust your hips backward, grinding against the table as you wait for the dark shape above you to take what it wants. It growls low in its throat at the sensation of your hardness pressing against its hand, then with a swift motion releases you, stepping aside to allow you full view of its massive erection.

The creature watches you hungrily, its massive shaft twitching as it stands by the table. It flexes its muscles, showing off the sheer power and control it has over its body before suddenly launching forward, slamming into your ass cheeks with a force that makes you cry out in pleasure. The heat of its cock sears through your flesh, branding you as its own as it begins to thrust rhythmically inside you.

"Ahhh... Yes..." It growls, hips snapping back and forth as it takes your ass with vicious strokes. "You taste so good... So tight..." Its claws dig into your shoulders as it pulls your body backward, taking even deeper inside you with each thrust. Your cries of pleasure only seem to fuel its lust, driving it onward toward completion.

"Give me more..." It hisses through gritted teeth, hips snapping faster now. "Give me all your cum... For the Brood."

You feel yourself on the brink of orgasm as the creature begins to pound into you harder and faster, their claws digging deep enough to draw blood but not quite piercing your skin. The pain mixes with the pleasure in a heady rush that has you moaning and thrashing beneath them. Their hot breath tickles your neck, sending shivers down your spine as they growl encouragement.

"Yes... Give it to me..." They mutter hoarsely, hips snapping so fast now that it's impossible to tell where one thrust ends and the next begins. "Let go... Let it out for me..."

You're so close... So close to feeling the full release of pleasure and ecstasy as your cum spurts out for them. They can feel it building up within you, tightening your muscles, coating their cock with each thrust. The sound of their own heartbeat pounds in their ears, matched only by the pleading whimpers from your lips as they continue to fuck you harder and faster, claiming your body for themselves, for the Brood.

As they feel your body tensing under them, the monstrous form above you growls low in its throat, hips snapping one final time as they unleash their seed inside of you. Your hot cum spills out across the table, coating the creature's hand and arm with sticky fluid as it pulses and convulses within your ass. A triumphant cry tears from their lips as they slam their hips into you one final time, biting down hard on your neck to stifle your cries.

They stand back then, hands on their hips, and look down at the panting, sated form beneath them. The air crackles with satisfaction and dominance as they survey the scene before them: your body limp from pleasure and pain, your cum spread across the table like a sacrament for the Brood. A small part of them knows that there will be more where this came from; the Resistance will not be able to stop them now. The Ral'Ugani Brood Sucker turns away then, heading back into the darkness to find their next meal... and bring it home to the nest.