Spreading the love

The descending night brought with it an eerie quietness, one that amplified the inner chaos of my thoughts. I needed to find some semblance of clarity, of understanding and my best shot at that was probably Nia, she was closer to Esther than anyone else. I rose from my bedroll, leaving the confines of my tent, when the subtle moan that slipped into the night air halted me.

I could recognize that soft cry anywhere. It was Nia. Memories flooded my mind, harking back to that night when I caught a fleeting glimpse of Nia in a moment of intimate self-pleasure. I shook off the thoughts, focusing on the situation at hand.

Approaching Nia's tent, I mentally rehearsed my questions. But as I drew nearer, I could hear Esther’s grunts. As I looked in I saw her, Esther in all her naked glory, between Nia's parted legs, an object of an indistinguishable purplish hue jutting out from her folds, as long as my forearm.

I watched, transfixed, as Esther used this makeshift cock, rhythmically thrusting it into Nia's welcoming heat. Nia's leg was hoisted over Esther's shoulder, her moans filling the tent as her body writhed in pleasure.

Esther's face bore a visage of divine, erotic pleasure. Her brows were furrowed in concentration, her lips slightly parted, and every thrust she made was punctuated by a low, guttural moan that I'd never heard her make before.

Esther's rhythm grew in intensity, matching the Nia's increasingly erratic moans. Each thrust was more forceful than the last, the energy in the tent palpable, as if it had a life of its own. With a gasp that echoed in the quiet of the night, Esther gave one final thrust into Nia's petite frame. Nia responded with a moan that swiftly transformed into a strangled gasp, her body shuddering beneath Esther.

And then, something shifted. Nia's body started to convulse, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. A shockwave of fear coursed through me as I witnessed the scene unfold. As her shaking subsided, Nia's body fell limp, the life within her seemingly extinguished.

Esther removed her makeshift cock from Nia's slackened form, standing tall amidst the deafening silence. Her back was to me, obscuring her face. But even without seeing it, I knew she had an expression foreign to the woman I thought I knew.

After a second of silence, Esther shifted herself towards Nia's head. Her makeshift cock, hard and towering, stood over Nia like a monument to their recent encounter. In my half-shrouded observation spot, I watched as it transformed, softening and squirming, almost slug-like, onto Nia's **** resting face.

Esther let out a low moan as the entity slithered from her. It inched its way into Nia's mouth, pushing deeper, making its presence known by the bulge in Nia's throat. Nia's expression twisted in pain, even in her **** state.

Inch by dreadful inch, the slug completely writhed out of Esther. Its exit from her seemed to bestow upon her a moment of euphoria, as she fell back, her eyes tracking the creature's path to its new host. I could only guess its length, comparable to a well-used long sword – a chilling thought.

Nia's throat took the rest of the parasite, a grotesque ingestion that seemed impossible. Then, as if by some twisted magic, the bulge in Nia's throat receded, leaving no trace of its entry. The creature, having crawled into her body, disappeared, leaving behind the image of a seemingly unharmed Nia. Her face, once scrunched in pain, now relaxed into a look of peace, but her body convulsed once more in an alarming seizure.

Her convulsions stopped abruptly, her body stilling into an eerie silence. Then her eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes with a captivating purple. The transformation wasn't complete without the wicked smirk that tugged at her lips, a mockery of the innocent Nia I'd known.

She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of Esther's face. Pulling her close, their lips met in a kiss. I stood rooted in place, my mind spinning in horror and disbelief at the surreal scene unfolding before my eyes.

As if in a waking nightmare, I watched Nia's gaze shift towards me, the lavender glow of her eyes seemingly piercing through the darkness. She caught my eye, winked knowingly, and resumed her lip-lock with Esther. A cold shiver ran down my spine, my blood ran cold, and my heart pounded in my chest like a wild beast.

Adrenaline surged through me, snapping my feet from their rooted spot. I turned on my heels, breaking into a run. The camp seemed miles away, each stride echoing my disbelief, fear, and confusion. The taste of terror was bitter on my tongue, the images from Nia's tent still burned into my retinas. I reached my tent, the familiar canvas structure offering a shred of normalcy. I darted inside, the zipper of the tent door hastily shut behind me. My hands trembled, my breath coming out in ragged gasps.

I slumped to the ground, my back against the cool tent wall, the sleeping mat beneath me offering little comfort. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a storm of confusion. Esther… Nia… That… that creature… Everything whirled around in a hazy jumble of terror. It felt like a dreadful dream, one that I hoped desperately to wake from.

I tried to push the images away, the sight of Nia's body convulsing, the transformation of Esther's cock into the slug. The invasive creature crawling its way out from Esther's pussy, the sight of it burrowing into Nia… I swallowed down the bile that threatened to rise in my throat, my body shaking with silent sobs.

The safety of the tent felt like a fragile shield against the horrors outside. I found myself constantly glancing towards the tent door, praying that I wouldn't see those glowing purple eyes outside. The terror gnawed at my sanity, the once familiar sounds of the night now filled with ominous undertones. Every rustle of the leaves, every distant hoot of an owl felt like a harbinger of doom. I clutched at my chest, my heart pounding relentlessly against my rib cage.