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 glint of the green-lipped figure was but an instant as it darted across the corridor before vanishing again into shadow. You could feel your heart hammer against your ribcage as if trying to escape, betraying your fear even further with its frantic rhythm. As you crouch there, unsure of what to do next, a guttural hiss echoes through the tunnel, followed by raspy footsteps drawing steadily closer.

Time seems to slow down as you hear the sound of liquid sloshing against the concrete floor behind you; whatever it is, your pursuer has followed your trail. A chill runs down your spine as the hiss grows louder and closer, filling the air with an almost sexual menace...

The footsteps pause, as if the creature had hesitated... and then it charges forward once more, faster this time, aiming straight for you. You can almost feel its hot breath on your neck as it howls in fury and lust.

The creature lets out an amused chuckle before lunging at you with surprising speed, its claws digging into the flesh of your shoulder as it lifts you off the ground with ease. You feel yourself helpless against its strength as it pulls you closer, forcing your face toward its own. Its hot breath washes over your ear, sending a shudder down your spine, and in that moment you know... there is no escape.

The Ral'Ugani sucks in air sharply through its massive nostrils as it presses your face against its own. You feel the pressure increase on your shoulder as the creature tightens its grip, holding you still for its pleasure. The green lips part, revealing an obsidian void within... and then it speaks. Its voice rasps out harshly in a language that grates on your ears like fingernails dragged across slate. "You beg so prettily..." it hisses. "...I think I'll keep you."

The Ral'Ugani sucks in air sharply through its massive nostrils as it presses your face against its own. You feel the pressure increase on your shoulder as the creature tightens its grip, holding you still for its pleasure. The green lips part, revealing an obsidian void within... and then it speaks. Its voice rasps out harshly in a language that grates on your ears like fingernails dragged across slate. "You beg so prettily..." it hisses. "...I think I'll keep you."

The creature releases its hold, but only for an instant as it pulls you back toward it by your hair, forcing your head between its powerful thighs. You feel the muscles of its body tense and relax rhythmically as it begins to grind against you, its massive erection slapping against your cheek in a steady beat. Its voice grows

The creature hesitates momentarily at your request before it gives in to its base desires, chuckling darkly as it allows you to sink lower between its powerful thighs. Its hands come up to grip your head roughly, forcing your mouth over one engorged nipple as you begin sucking greedily. The other hand reaches down to grope at your cock through your pants, massaging the length before finally releasing it. "You're going to be mine now..." it rasps, the words echoing darkly in the tunnel as its hips buck faster against you.

The creature hisses out another dark laugh, its massive breasts heaving as it thrusts harder against your face. "Yes... but not for you to drink, prey." The hand on your cock strokes up and down in a punishing grip, tauntingly close but never quite touching what you crave. "I'll keep that for myself... You're going to be MINE now."

The pressure between your legs builds as the Ral'Ugani's hips continue to batter against your face, its thrusts growing ever faster and more powerful. There is no escape from this predatory embrace; all you can do is serve and obey...