No, it’ll give him one less thing to hold over you.

There are few things worse than losing your chastity to Sindarion’s parasite, but letting him personally defile it is one of them. You snatch the panties from his hands, continuing to grunt and moan under the **** on your breasts, but ignoring him otherwise.

Like the bra, the panties are lacy and black, and you don’t have to look inside them to know what awaits. But you do, watching in disgust as the fleshy tendrils covering its interior wriggle about like worms. They are similar to the tendrils already molesting you, digging into your titflesh, and slobbering all over your skin. You stare even closer and see two bulbous growths running down the middle of the garment. Each growth is about two inches long and wide, resembling a short, stubby phallus with uncanny accuracy. A cock for each your holes, you realize shamefully.

“Whore! Look at how soaked your cunt has become! You act like you don’t want this, but we both know how unfulfilled you feel without those panties!” Sindarion taunts.

As much as you hate to admit it, your captor’s words ring true. Through the horror and disgust, a tiny, wicked voice is telling you how...amazing the tendrils will feel caressing your most intimate parts. And you’re starting to believe it. Without fully realizing it, you have already slipped your toned legs into the panties! There’s no turning back now...

You slowly pull the panties up to your groin, savoring the sensation of tentacles squirming past your ankles...knees and finally...your quivering thighs. Wherever the tendrils touch you, they leave behind a slime that soaks into your skin, causing a delightful tingling sensation. As soon as the elastic band snaps around your waist, the parasitic garment begins assaulting your sex without a single, wasted second. A dozen tendrils stroke your pussy lips teasingly while several more wrap around your clit, tugging forcefully at the engorged nub.

“OhhhhhhHHH GODDDD!” You have never felt such overwhelming pleasure in your life. You’re dimly aware of being on the verge of a tremendous orgasm, and the panties haven’t even penetrated you yet! Your knees buckle under the sensations, and you barely manage to catch yourself on the nearby table to break your fall.

The tentacles gripping your labia pull them wide open, and you feel the two penis-like bulges press into your sensitive holes. Each bulge slides an inch inside you with great difficulty, stretching your virgin pussy and ass more than your fingers have ever done! They continue burrowing deeper and deeper, the one in your pussy straining your hymen to its breaking point…

When your hymen finally breaks, you are so lost in pleasure that you barely notice the physical pain. Your regret, however, lasts several seconds longer before it too disappears in a haze of lust. The bulges in your ass and pussy simply continue growing, contorting to your inner walls as they stretch far longer than the two inches they originally were. Meanwhile, the other tendrils never relent their **** on your body, molesting your breasts and ass with an unending vigor. Your orgasm can’t be more than a few seconds away now!

“Uuuurgh! Ahhhhhhh! I’m s-so close… AHHHHH!!”

Suddenly - right before you reach your climax - every sensation being caused by the parasitic lingerie you’re wearing dies down. The bulges stuffing your holes and the tendrils seem to sink and disappear into the fabric, and your well-milked nipples are released from the suckers. You wail in frustration and try using your fingers to bring yourself over the edge, but to no avail.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Thalia, still trying to resist me like that. And bad girls don’t get to cum so easily! Now, put on your robes and let’s get going to town. If you behave, I might just fuck you later!”

Panting heavily, you put on your old mage robes, any chance of reaching an orgasm long since denied. Your body and mind are still aflame with lust; the simple act of getting dressed takes you many times longer than usual. The parasitic bra and panties remain dormant and are soon hidden under the folds of your conservative robes. If not for the heady aroma of sex that fills the room, nobody would ever guess what you just suffered through.

When you’re finally done, Sindarion grabs both your delicate hands in his own. The air around you begins to shimmer, and you realize he is casting a teleport spell on the two of you. In a blinding flash of white, the gloomy cell around you disappears, leaving you wondering what awaits on the other side...