Assume direct control

There is absolutely no way she won't notice your presence INSIDE her clothing, you'll just have to risk it. Besides, you couldn't let her hurt your family. You spread your tendrils across the girls smooth skin, drawing a shiver from the semi-aware paladin trainee. "Wh-what...Happened...?" She looks around blankly for a second before leaping to her feet, clawing at her breastplate. "AH! Get it off! GET IT OFF!" Fortunately for you it takes a long time to do anything with plate armor, let alone undo all the buckles without help. Ok...now how do you activate this parasite thing?

The girl is careening around the cave, bouncing off rocks, trying to flatten you while she struggles with the buckles. You lose a couple hit points but thanks to your malleable nature you are resistant to blunt attacks. Well here goes nothing, PARASITE MODE: ACTIVATE! You feel your tendrils latch on to the girls stomach as though pulled by some tremendous suction. You flatten out completely, tendrils spreading around her hips to hook around her abdomen. You feel the strangest draining sensation, like your essence is flowing out of you...and into the girl! You start to feel little surges of sensation that don't belong to you: gloved hands fumbling at a clasp...bangs falling into your eyes...a gooey mass suctioned to your stomach...

But you can't seem to wrest control from the girl!

Several minutes of back and forth ensue as she fights against the push of your life-**** with her own...wait. You had a leech ability. What if...

Drawing your life-**** back from inside the girl, you switch gears ( LEECH ), and suck on the delightful skin of her stomach. At some point your mouth had ended up pressed against her stomach and you catch hold of the life-**** that had resisted your advances, draining it into yourself as it rushed to repel the foreign invasion. Whew, she had a lot of health points. Within moments your HP has fully recovered and you feel a temporary bonus start ticking up on your life-bar. Oh that is so cool.

The girl doesn't appear to notice your new tactic, continuing to thrash about as she fought with her armor. She continued to push her life-**** at you, trying to expel an invasion no longer occurring, and you wonder whether it's voluntary or some kind of bug in the game. Not that you're complaining. Your life-bar is almost double what it should be by the time the girl starts slowing down, the rush of energy surging into you dwindling. That should be enough.

Once again, you reverse the process: Pumping your own (now supercharged) life-**** inside the girl. She finally stops, swaying on her feet as you feel your consciousness expand to fill her body. She puts up a struggle but it's a weak effort in comparison to her earlier defense and you easily overpower her will. You slump to the floor, exhausted. Little dots twinkle in and out across your vision...wait. You have eyes. Good eyes. And arms and hands and feet... "Yesss..." you gasp, using the girls mouth. You laugh breathlessly, delighting in the feminine lilt of your voice. You feel horror, fear, despair, and anger pulsing in your brain like a bad headache. But they aren't your emotions and it isn't your brain.

Weakly struggling to your feet you manage to blink away the dots, though this body is still quite weak from all the life-**** you drained. It'd be nice if you could see her health ba-

Eirene Drakes
Class: Paladin
Level: 3
Health: 10/320
Mana: 30/40
Backstory: 2nd daughter to the noble house-

The description abruptly flickers off as the angry presence inside your head closes it. Hm. She could still interact with her own text boxes. That'll get annoying. Oh well, now you know her name and some of her stats. Yikes, you didn't know you'd drained her so low. You'd have to be really careful on the way out...But you did it.

A huge smile breaks across your face and musical laughter echoes through the cave, taking on a slightly evil note the girls voice had probably never issued before. Calmly and jubilantly, you refasten the straps the girl had managed to undo and heft her sword back into its scabbard. Kissing each of your family goodbye (as much for the girls revulsion as for your own sentimentality) you weakly hobble down the tunnel towards the exit.