One at a time

The full moon hangs bright in the sky while a low breeze rustles the trees and your wagon slowly pulls into the forest.

"Best to find a spot a bit off the road, yeah." Amon's words are a low grumble. "The goblins were cleared out years ago but ya never know." Nisa nods in agreement and you drive the wagon deeper into the old forest. Somewhere secluded would serve your purpose best. The deeper into the forest you travel, the thicker the woods become and the ground more unlevel. A rocky cliff juts from the ground to form a natural wall that you begin to follow but soon enough the cart can go no farther.

"I suppose this will have to do." You announce to the wary adventurers. Nisa hops down from the wagon's bench seat and begins helping Amon down. You quickly grab his sword to hand to the bulky man. Can't have them digging around near the beast's canister. "Why don't you two get started making camp while I tend to the horses." You instruct.

"Ok. Once I have Amon settled, I can give you a hand." Nisa says with a friendly tone as she grabs their packs from the back of the wagon.

"I only have to hitch them to a tree. I think I can manage that." You give your own friendly reply.

"If you are sure." Nisa says as she leads Amon to a small clearing of level ground maybe twenty feet from the wagon. The two begin unpacking their bedrolls and leave you alone to tend the horses.

Once the horses are unhitched from the wagon and secured, you grab the sack of food and your own pack from the back of the wagon. Dumping your spare clothes to empty your backpack, you move to the opposite side of the wagon and retrieve the demonic canister. The beast of Zporaflor stirs inside, ready for what is to come. Releasing the latches you set the lid aside. The fungal bulb lightly throbs with anticipation and the four tentacles reach up. You take the beast in your hands and discreetly slide it into your backpack before grabbing the sack of food and making your way to join the others. Amon sits on his bedroll and is working on removing his old steel breastplate. Nisa has removed her cloak and is bent over a small pile of wood, trying to get a campfire going. Her hair is one long braid in the back hanging almost to her firm round ass hugged by the dark leather pants. "Here. I have a little food I can share if you two are hungry."

"Mighty gracious of you friend." Amon says with a yawn. "We were lucky you found us on the road."

"Perhaps not so lucky that you needed my aid in the first place." You laugh sitting the sack of food near the pair. Nisa and Amon both give a small chuckle as the campfire sparks to life. "I think I will take a quick look around. Make sure the area is clear." You continue, shooting the adventurers a look of mock concern.

"Oh, let me help." Nisa jumps to her feet. "I can't let you take care of everything on your own." Excellent. This could be the perfect opportunity you have been waiting for.

"Ok. I could use a skilled fighter to protect me in these frightening woods." You joke with the cute dark-haired girl.

Along with the young adventurer, you make your way along the base of the rocky cliff. The forest is quiet aside from the occasional hooting of an owl. You can sense the beast of Zporaflor grow restless in your backpack. "Soon my pet." You think to yourself. A few more minutes and you are well away from the camp and Amon. Only you and Nisa amongst the trees. "What was that!" You quickly turn your head to one side.

"I didn't hear anything." Nisa whispers a reply.

"I could have sworn I heard something. Over that way." You point to a thick growth of bushes. Nisa quickly draws her daggers and takes a low crouching position and you follow her lead, drawing your own dagger clumsily on purpose.

"I will scout it out." Nisa tells you quietly seeing you fumble with your weapon. These two are truly too trusting and naive. As Nisa takes a few steps to the brush you indicated, you slowly remove your backpack and open it. The beast of Zporaflor crawls out of its own accord. Its bulb throbs and begins to glow a deep violet. Small spoors of violet-white begin to float out of its body and towards Nisa who is peering into the treeline. "I don't see..." Her sentence trails off as the spoors reach her. The slim girl appears to be in a state of trance, held at the moment she breathed in the fungal essence. A second later she stands and turns to face you and the beast. Her eyes solid white and you know she is now yours.

The beast moves of its own volition, its tentacles acting as legs, and soon it stands before the helpless girl. Nisa looks down at the creature and quickly sheaths her weapons. The daggers secured, Nisa then removes her belt and begins to unlace her tight leather pants. "Is this the beast's will?" You ask yourself. Before you know it, the girl has removed her boots and pants to stand before the beast bare from the waist down. Her bush is dark but finely trimmed. You can't help but lick your own lips curious of how she must taste but that is not for you to sample now. The beast's tentacles extend outward to her, two wrapping around her ankles and the other two around her waist. Nisa drops to her knees above the beast, the tip of its teardrop bulb prodding the slit between her legs. Her white eyes examining the creature she now straddles with a dulled sense of curiosity. Her hips move in a grinding motion along its ridged shape and its tip lightly brushes along her womanly opening. Nisa's lips curl into a sadistic smile and the next instant she drives herself down onto the beast, its bulbous body penetrating her fully. The only thing left visible of the beast are its four tentacles protruding from her pussy. Her head is thrown back with eyes shut tight as her body arches away from you and her breath becomes deep and slowed. All but one of the tentacles slowly retract inside the girl and you watch as her stomach churns.

"Ahhh... oh... mmmm..." the soft sounds of pleasure escape her lips and her pussy begins to drip. You watch as the helpless girl slumps forward onto her hands. The beast within her pressing its tentacles past her cervix to feast on her eggs, replacing them with its own. Her back arches and her head hangs to the ground. "Mmm... ye.... yes..." she mumbles. Her back jumps up, kneeling at attention from her once prone position. Hands frantically clawing at the leather armor, tearing it from her body. To your amazement, it rips like paper before you. Her modest yet supple breasts exposed in the moonlight. Nisa's arms stretch out as her head turns to the sky, her belly still churning from the beast inside and her slit now drips a dark violet liquid. "Mmmm... yes... yes... oh... plea... please... " She cries out in a murmur. Her breasts ripple and swell, noticeably growing a size bigger, before leaking the same violet fluid as her womanhood. Nisa then falls forward once more on all fours. One hand in front of the other, the possessed girl crawls toward you. Soon she is before you pawing at your own pants, tearing away at the laces. A moment later she has your trousers around your ankles and your stiff cock stands ready at her face. Her white eyes regard it with hungry admiration. Slowly Nisa wraps a hand around its base while using the other for support. She gives you a few slow strokes and you know you must implant your seed within her for Zporaflor's plans. Her lips part as they slide past the head of your dick and slowly down the shaft. Nisa takes your length to the base, your tip pressing into her throat, but she does not pull back. Instead, she suckles at your length buried deep inside her mouth and pressure no mear human could produce pulls at your loins. Your hand reaches out to grab the long braid at the back of her head. White eyes look up at you, a hunger deep within. The still exposed tentacle extends back protruding from her pussy to slide up her ass. Its slim form prodding her from behind to find the tight hole, spreading more of the demonic fluid over her. Finally, it wriggles it's way into her ass and through her bowels until it finds her stomach. Nisa's hands shoot up to grab your ass and try to pull you deeper into her mouth. You feel your cock begin to leak within her and watch as her abdomen churns more violently and expands. Soon you can take it no more and let loose, washing her throat with your seed. The possessed girl holds tight to savor every last drop before releasing you.

Nisa slumps to the ground, her bare ass in the air. The lone tentacle penetrating her anus pumping back and forth as it feeds on your seed inside her stomach, growing thick and fat. Violet liquid leaks from her pussy to pool beneath her. Rolling onto her back, you can see she has swollen to look very pregnant. Veins of violet stretch across her once slim belly and modest breasts as the demonic growth still churns within her. A thick tentacle slowly protrudes from her cunt, slick with the violet fluid. It wraps around one of her thighs as a second tentacle presses it's way through, stretching the poor girl open. Nisa writhes on the ground in the pool of demonic fluid, dirt and leaves clinging to her now sticky body. The other two tentacles find their way from the girl's body, grabbing onto her as they tug their way out. "Ahhh... gaaaahhhh.... uuuhhhhh...." She cries out as her pussy is stretched wider than ever before. The dark bulb of the beast squeezing its way free of the girl in a demonic birth, as more of the violet fluid spills out. With a final push, the beast is free of Nisa's body, larger than when it entered. A sense of contentment washes over you and you know Zporaflor is pleased.