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 darkness doesn't hide you, but it does conceal the tracks and scent that would normally betray your presence. The Ral'Ugani, however, is no ordinary predator. Its incredible sense of smell makes even the faintest trace of prey visible in the depths of shadow. It doesn't matter if you can't see it, for as good as it is at hunting, it can still find you through the darkness itself. And when it does...

The sound of shuffling feet echoes through the tunnels, but there is no mistaking what it is; you have left your hiding place and fled in fear. You are too close for it to simply rely on smell now, as its keen ears pick up every footstep you make, drawing ever closer with each second. There's nowhere else to go; soon, you will be cornered, helpless against the inexorable advance of the Ral'Ugani Sucker. Your only hope is to try and outmaneuver it, but even that is a forlorn hope at this point.

As the sound of your frantic footsteps echoes through the chamber, a chilling hiss fills the air. The Ral'Ugani Brood Sucker materializes from the darkness like a nightmare come to life, its massive form obscuring any light that may have illuminated the area. Its lips curl back in an inhuman smile as it locks eyes with you and takes off at a speed belying its immense bulk, closing the distance between you in mere moments. There's nowhere left to run...

A shadowy shape leaps through the darkness, landing before you with incredible agility. The Ral'Ugani Brood Sucker's inhuman strength is immediately apparent as it easily grabs your arms and pins them behind your back, causing unbearable pain to shoot through your shoulders. You try to struggle against its immovable grip, but the creature only growls menacingly in response, seemingly enjoying the fight you put up.

Its lips part impossibly wide, revealing a cavernous mouth filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth. The hot breath of the creature washes over your neck as it slowly draws your face closer to its own, intent on forcing you into submission and rendering you helpless for what comes next. As your airway constricts, you begin to struggle even harder, but it only seems to amuse the Ral'Ugani further.

The Ral'Ugani Brood Sucker takes immense pleasure in the struggle you put up, as it should; it only serves to heighten the anticipation of what is to come. Its tongue darts out, caressing your cheek and jaw before slipping past your lips and plunging deep down your throat, seeking out your taste buds like a predator stalking its prey. You gag and choke on the unexpected intruder, struggling even harder to break free from the creature's crushing grip as it begins to coax and wheedle at you with its tongue, manipulating your responses for its own amusement.

As the intrusive tongue works its way through your mouth and down your throat, you feel your struggling growing weaker, your body betraying you in surrender to the Ral'ugani's inexorable assault on your senses. Your airway constricts further as the creature seems intent on completely cutting off your supply of oxygen, leaving you gasping and wheezing for breath around its tongue. You feel yourself growing lightheaded, dizzy, nearly unable to focus... The darkness closes in, and all that remains is the taste of the creature's musk as it overwhelms your senses, leaving you utterly helpless against whatever fate it has in store for you.

The tongue pushes deeper still, exploring every inch of your throat as the Ral'ugani continues to constrict your airway with savage delight. Its musk fills your nose, coats your mouth; you can taste it in every breath, on every swallow. It's intoxicating and disgusting all at once, causing a mix of revulsion and need that confuses your senses even further. Your struggles grow weaker, but the Ral'ugani takes no notice; if anything, they fuel its predatory lust for dominance and control.

*With one final thrust, the tongue plunges deep into your stomach, curling up inside you like a worm devouring its host. You feel a sudden surge of warmth course through your body as the creature's seed begins to fill every empty space within you. The release is unlike anything you've

The taste of your seed coursing through the Ral'ugani's veins is like nectar to a god, and as you surrender your body to its will, it takes immense pleasure in knowing that it has won. The creature growls deep within your throat, its powerful muscles flexing as it begins to milk every last drop of your precious fluids. Its tongue flicks out again and again, scooping up the hot liquid as it is expelled from your body and depositing it directly back into your mouth, relishing in the pleasure of tasting its own victory on your lips. With each stroke of its tongue, you feel yourself growing weaker; the Ral'ugani is draining you of life force, sucking away not just your seed but every last ounce of your strength and vitality. Your struggles become nothing more than pathetic twitches as your body succumbs to its relent

The taste of you satiates the creature, driving it into a frenzy as it savagely continues to milk your depleted body for every last drop of seed. It growls and hisses deep in your throat, relishing in the power and control it has over you. Your struggles all but cease, leaving you completely at the mercy of the Ral'ugani's savage hungers. As its seed courses through your veins, the creature's pheromones take effect; soon, they will trigger a change in your body, altering your form and gender until you are no more than another member of the Brood, doomed to wander these tunnels forevermore, seeking out prey for the Ral'ugani to claim.