Parley

“Do you trust me?” You whisper to Hina.

“Always, master,” says the golem girl, smiling innocently.

“Good,” you say. “Because I don’t think this thing will want to eat a golem.”

You take hold of Hina by her shoulders and give her a gentle shove towards the roper girl. The roper cocks her head to the side, looking curiously from you to the golem girl. Hina understands what you intend.

“We do not have a quarrel with you,” she says, spreading her arms and stepping closer to the roper. “The elf has stolen something from me and if we cannot get it back I will die.”

“What makes you think I care whether you die or not?” The roper girl laughs and lashes out with her tentacles, wrapping one around Hina’s throat and several more around her body and limbs. The apron Hina is wearing tears free and the golem girl cries out as the slimy tentacles begin to wind more tightly around her body. The roper laughs and drags Hina closer. “Oh, you don’t taste very good. You’re not even warm. But I can still have fun with you.”

“Ohhhhhhh, it’s so warm,” moans Hina, her blue eyes shifting to pink. The roper’s tentacles bind her perky tits, tentacle-tips flicking at Hina’s blue nipples and eliciting cries of pleasure. The roper pulls Hina against her, embracing the golem girl with even more tentacles and pressing a smothering kiss to Hina’s blue-tinted lips.

You edge around to the roper’s side, moving quietly and careful to stay out of easy reach of her tentacles. All but two of those appendages are ravishing Hina, plundering her little cunt and thrusting lewdly into her ass. Hina is wailing with pleasure and bucking in the wanton embrace of the roper’s tentacles, the sound of her pleasure covering the slight scuff of your boots against the floor as you move in for the kill.

Hina’s cries of pleasure become more muffled as the roper girl thrusts a slimy tentacle straight into Hina’s mouth. The golem girl flops helplessly in the writhing tangle of tentacles, her holes forcefully violated and slime dripping from her stuffed cunt and stretched pucker.

“Yes, that’s it,” laughs the roper girl. “Succumb to the pleasure little toy girl! I will drive you mad with ecstasy!”

Does the roper girl know a version of the Maddening Pleasure special ability that Morelle taught you? It certainly seems plausible as Hina’s eyes are rolled back in her head and her body is thrashing with pleasure as she is violated by lewdly slurping purple tentacles.

All the noise provides a perfect cover for you to steal to within a few feet of the roper girl. She notices you approaching, cleaver raised, at the last moment and lashes out with a single tentacle. You catch the tentacle on your arm and it wraps tight around your forearm. Before it can pull you off-balance, you switch to a one handed grip on the cleaver and swing it in a brutal arc straight at the roper girl’s neck.

Your blow is surely powerful enough to take the head off the human woman portion of the roper. Just as the blade is about to make contact, there is a bright, silvery flash of light. The tentacle releases your arm and Hina drops heavily to the floor. You hear a ping as a small iron figurine lands where the roper girl was standing. You scoop up the figurine and you can feel the magic of it buzzing in your fingertips.

“Ohhh,” moans Hina from the floor, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees.

You tuck the figurine into a pocket and hurry to help your golem girl companion. She seems shaken, but unharmed. Her glassy eyes slowly fade from pink back to blue and she looks up at you with a smile.

“Your plan worked, master,” she says.

“Sorry you had to, um, endure that,” you say, pulling her to her feet.

“Oh, it was quite nice,” she says. “Her tentacles were 2.8 times the width of your penis, master. Very enjoyable.”

“You could have kept that to yourself,” you growl.

“She also secreted venom from her tentacles that heightened my pleasure,” says the Hina, wiping slime from her thigh. She holds her glistening fingers up to show you. “I believe it would have had a much more pronounced effect on a human.”

“Like Gretchen’s milk,” you say and then immediately regret mentioning the cow girl’s delicious milk. Thankfully, Hina does not seem to notice.

“The elf is escaping, master,” she reminds you.

“Right! Right, yeah, we had, um, better go,” you say. “Catch her before she gets away.”

“Of course, master,” agrees Hina. “If she reaches the boundary of my crystal she will presumably employ whatever device or magic she used to get here and she will escape.”

“And then you die and we’re all trapped here,” you say, nodding grimly. “Right, let’s get her.”

The iron stairs and catwalks sway disconcertingly as you begin your arduous climb to the surface.