This is my first story on CHYOA, I've never written an interactive story before. I hope this practice run is enjoyable. The eventual alignment choices will give the general direction I believe Tala is heading in depending on what choices were made. I set the story up with an idea that's been rattling around for awhile, so please feel free to continue the story from where it has been left off if you've got an idea or two!

Life was a funny thing, and it could change in an instant. One moment Tala Norwood was strolling along the northern edge of Faron Woods, just east of the Norwood family residence, and the next she was bound to an altar, stark naked, in some godforsaken cave.

Tala allowed her senses to come around before testing her bonds. No luck, the leather straps holding her wrists and ankles were almost tight enough to cut off circulation. She was in the middle of a large chamber with no discernible exit. It was dark, but a muted red glow cast by something covering the ceiling allowed her to see her supple breasts and toned, flat stomach.

At least she could move her head. Her surveillance also revealed the pointed spike, affixed by a hefty chain, hovering inches above her navel. She followed the chain to its source, which was rung around a crank affixed to the wall.

“Let me go!” she commanded the darkness around her. “What do you want with me?”

There was a long silence.

“Your soul…” The voice was deep and powerful. It reverberated through the chamber, stealing her breath.

Something on the ceiling moved.

Something BIG.

Several pale red tentacles began creeping along the floor towards the altar as several more whipped and coiled through the air above her. Tala gasped as the monstrosity they belonged to intensified the light emanating from it’s bioluminescent hide. The thing was a colossal mass of leathery flesh wherefrom scores of tentacles sprouted. It shifted itself so that its yolky central eye hovered over her, dominating her field of vision.

“You were chosen,” it rumbled.

“For what?” she stammered, unable to tear her eyes away from it’s gaze. Tala's heart was hammering. She had read about the ancient eldritch demons called Druthulidi, and surely this was one such monster, but never had she expected—or wanted—to ever see one.

It did not answer her.

The tentacles were creeping onto the altar now, slithering over her skin and making her shudder. One of them brushed past her inner thigh—perhaps by accident, perhaps not—and came close to an intimate area.

“Hey!”

The demon paid her no mind. "My name is Ekracthul, Scourge of Spirits.” The demon uttered it’s name in a prideful timbre, as if it had not had the pleasure of doing so in countless centuries.

“Scourge of Spirits?” she asked, stalling for time. “How did you earn that name?"

The Druthulidi chuckled, sending tremors through the chamber and bits of rubble raining from the ceiling, “You will find out soon enough, my child."

“I’m not your child.”

“You will be,” countered the demon.

The tentacles invading her space on the altar ceased their perusing and began working at the straps binding her limbs, freeing her.

Tala sat up the her elbows as they retreated. “You're freeing me?”

“From your bindings, yes. But would you be so naïve as to consider fleeing?”

The Druthulidi had a point. The tentacles patrolling the darkness would never allow her to escape.

“Behold,” Ekracthul boomed.

Tala watched as a human male and a busty Hylian female emerged from the gloom. Both had the same eerie blue eyes and were as naked as she. The female was an absolutely stunning sight. Her long golden hair draped down to her lower back, drifting over what Tala imagined was a perfect little ass to compliment her lithe form. The male was muscular with short-cropped hair, a neatly kept beard, and a manhood that made Tala's mouth hang agape. His penis had to be nearly triple the size of most men. Tala had never seen such a healthy looking member.

Ekracthul noticed her wandering eyes. “The anatomy of the males I proselytize seems to grow of its own accord. Perhaps trying to imitate their master.” The Druthulidi waved one of his larger tentacles over their heads for emphasis.

“What happens now?” Tala asked, her eyes glued to the Hylian female. Desire elicited by the sight of them had begun welling up inside her, but she quelled it with a thought.

Ekracthul’s eye hovered closer, beating down on the trio like an eons-old sun. “You become mine.”