Jyeg the Tongue

Caught in a sudden, heavy rainstorm and swept away by a flash flood, you come to in a slick, slimy burrow, face to face with a Jyeg: a spirit of insatiable lust and an enormous prehensile tongue.

The forest had been unforgiving even before the storm broke. Narrow, root-tangled paths twisted between dense trees and thick underbrush, barely visible under the downpour. You’d only just spotted a break in the undergrowth, a place to pause, maybe breathe, when the ground gave out beneath you. A sudden, violent rush of water swept your legs out from under you dragging you down the slope like a leaf on a river. You tumbled through rock and muck until everything went black.

When you came to, you were on your back, your clothes soaked through, the scent of wet earth mingling with something... sweeter, almost syrupy. The ground beneath you was soft, slick. Not mud, some kind of slime. It clung to your palms when you pushed yourself up, and dripped in thick strands from the ceiling above. The walls around you are unnaturally smooth, as if made that way... The burrow was wide, but low. Glimpses of forgotten objects were half-sunken into the slime: a rusted belt buckle, a snapped lantern handle, a frayed boot etc. Everything was wet, unnaturally so, and the air was thick with warmth and a strange scent.

And then you saw her. At first, she seemed like a shadow in the burrow, unmoving. Then her eyes opened, glowing pink in the dark burrow. Her skin was pure black, darker than pitch, glistening as if freshly oiled, slick like the walls around you. She moved forward with deliberate grace, crawling rather than walking. Her thick thighs jiggled with each step, heavy and powerful, and though her chest was small, her figure was unmistakably womanly… though not entirely human. It was the mouth that gave her away. Wider than it should’ve been. Lips parted, tongue spilling out, a massive coiling tongue, trailing drool in long, thick strands. Saliva pattered softly to the ground, mixing with the slime already under you. She continues to crawl towards you, her gaze predatory, her expression gleeful, like a spider once catching something in her web.