No sense in putting it off.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that Atlee’s been expecting you. The guest room is neat, carefully laid-out, lit with candles rather than the overhead. That said, you’re sure this is more in service to personal aesthetic. And for victims in general, not you in particular. She’s sitting on the bed, tentacles in the phallic shape you were more expecting now, and smirking at you. Looking at her, it’s really a shame she’s a psychotic monster. You know, because of loss of life, her horrible crimes, and the brainwashing primarily, but also a little because she’s really very pretty. Her legs, slender and delicate, sit folded together as she observes you, brushing her shimmering, brown hair out of her field of vision casually while she does. Before she became this, her eyes were always dead, just a little bit wrong, but while the light in them is wicked, it reflecting off the candles’ glow really very much works for her.

It strikes you that, monster she is and was, Atlee was staggeringly unlucky. From talking over the plan with Kenneth, you’ve gathered most people have souls, the vast majority. She was maybe one in a billion, possibly more. Nothing she did made it happen, no dark deals like when she became a fomor, no spite or hate. Just … a human, like anyone else, but given no chance to be good for even a second. Was there ever a way to save her? Was this always how it had to end? No. Fuck. You can’t focus on that right now. You have to keep selling this. You have to get to the end. The thoughts before, about her firm, impressive tits that were enviously perfect for her body type, the contours of her thighs to her hips, trailing up her body, the way she held herself confidently in anticipation of her victory, and, most certainly, your curiosity about how the whole tentacle sex thing actually feels. Thanks, Japan!

That helps some. Gives you something else to focus on. From everything you discussed about how she probably works, you’re convinced that you need to actually orgasm from this, to “attune,” the two of you in a physical and mental sense so you’re brought together spiritually. Enmity, terror, tragedy, none of that’s going to help you. That pretty much just leaves building up and focusing on pell-mell, completely unwise lust. On the upside, that’s never something you’ve had a hard time chucking yourself into.

“Are you ready?” Atlee’s voice is surprisingly soft. It makes sense. On some level, she really does think this is what’s best for you. Doesn’t make what she’s doing less dangerous.

“As I’m ever going to be,” you admit with apprehension. Her being able to track your emotional state so accurately is a real pain in the ass. Naked lies would be easier than the truth, but they’ll get you and everyone you love killed. ‘So maybe bitch less about it,’ you scold yourself.

Distracted enough with your internal conflict you didn’t notice at first, you gasp when you process the feeling of one of Atlee’s tendrils around your legs. It feels … nice, honestly. Cool, gentle, not at all what you were expecting. When it reaches between your legs, it moves deliberately, the head gently massaging your slit. When your lips part, it’s in a groan, enjoying the precision and care the appendage is showing in teasing you.

A stronger tendril slips around your waist and pulls you to Atlee, who stands as you reach her. Her hands fly to your hips and head, kissing you slowly, but passionately. God, Eva wasn’t kidding when she guessed how much Atlee wanted you to give in. Returning the gesture comes easy as you let yourself flow into the rhythm the two of you are building, her tentacle at your waist departing as you wrap your arms around her in kind. You briefly considering biting her as you kiss down her neck, but have absolutely no idea if that would fuck this up tremendously, and instead make your way down to her breasts. You can hear her moan when your tongue slides over one of her nipples, then your lips as you tease her right back. You let out a surprised squeal into her tits when the tentacle at your crotch slips inside your pussy, your building arousal and its natural slickness making it extremely easy. Its head seems different than the others as it folds over your clit, then begins a light, but insistent thrum. You’re reminded of a particular toy of yours meant for bath play or just with a ton of lube, especially in sheer efficacy as the pressure it’s putting on you increases at an agonizingly slow pace.

Tendrils coil around your arms and legs, then jerk. You yelp slightly as they hoist you into the air, spreading your limbs while two more slip around your waist and stomach. They quickly circle your breasts, ends opening into similar, suction cup-like heads like the one working your clit over, then latch on to both your nipples.

“FUCK!” you yell out as Atlee continues to play with you, grinning up at you from the floor as she keeps you suspended midair. “Can’t take a little competition, huh?”

“I don’t mind a little, but I have ideas of my own,” she answers, trying to keep her voice bored and disaffected. A small quaver gives her away, her tendrils clearly stimulated by what she’s doing to you beside their obvious effect on your body. “Besides, it’s easier like this to show you all the tricks I’ve learned.”

Before you can ask what those are, the vibrations and suction increase on your nipples and clit, making you let out an almost-pained groan. Your eyes pinch shut, head sliding back as you twist and squirm in her grasp. Through the sudden flood of pleasure, you can detect the presence of two tentacles below you, teasing your ass and pussy, only just a little before they strike. Your eyes snap open, mouth following soon after, as they drive into you, slick coating over them making their entry all too easy. Your muscles clench, then relax as you try to adjust, both penetrating parties beginning a steadily-increasing pace from a lazy start as they fuck you.

Looking back down as she starts to screw you harder, you can see Atlee seated on the bed again, staring up at you excitedly. Her fingers massage her pussy while she watches you arch your back, tits pushing up towards the ceiling as your breathing speeds up, overwhelmed by stimulation coursing all over your body. The sight of her fingering herself as she screws you is perverse in a way you enjoy more than a little, feeling more even despite the physical disparity in your positions. Even as her tendrils tighten and stretch your limbs, the tentacles pounding both of your holes as they eagerly squeeze around them, it’s obvious this is a big moment for her as well. You’re not just another minion to claim, you’re what she NEEDS, what she wants to feel whole. Even as you gasp and groan, hips moving on their own to try to get every thrust into you exactly how you want it, that kind of desire for you gives you a rush of confidence and power that makes being taken as hard and unforgivingly as this all the more intense.

Your eyes roll back as her tentacles push past reasonable limitations. You’re not sure if she’s aware you don’t have anything left inside of value or if she’s done this before and it’ll be irrelevant once she converts you, but the shape of one of her powerful, flexible cocks twisting beneath your stomach as you’re pulled taut surely isn’t something natural. You can’t tell what the other is doing, precisely, but both of them are so deep inside you that you logically know it should be agonizing. It’s not, though. Instead, as Atlee ravages you remorselessly, the depth of her invasion into your body pushes you up to the edge of climax.

“God, I’m going to cum!” you breathe out, watching as Atlee plunges two of her own tentacles inside her the same way she is in you. “Fuck me, Atlee, that feels … oh, god damn, I don’t know how you’re doing that, but please don’t stop! Jesus, fuck me, fuck me, I’m …” Your sentence cuts off with a keening scream as your body writhes in her grasp uselessly, held firmly in place. The bracing helps more than a little as a powerful climax shreds into you, dripping down your legs as the tentacles inside you messily slam farther and faster and harder. The ends engulfing your nipples and clit are moving and pulling at a manic pace, making sure you’re receiving pleasure all over instead of just in your clenching, **** holes. Your eyes roll back as you gush down your legs harder with the advent of a second orgasm, feeling the tentacle not exploring your abdomen slide up at the back of your throat for a split second.

It retreats, however, when a thick, powerful tendril bursts from Atlee’s mouth as she lets out a powerful shriek, pumping you and herself feverishly. It easily slides into your moaning, panting mouth, and you press your lips down to it, a thick fog of lust forcing you to work purely on instinct as chaining thoughts together becomes a legitimate challenge. All of the tentacles inside you throb and pulse as you tug against your restraints, body screaming at you to ride back on them, soak in every last dive inside you as best you can, plunge yourself completely into this depraved union. God, it’d feel so good for them to cum right now. You cum for a third time at a combination of the pleasure already filling you and the thought of Atlee doing the same with whatever kind of inhuman seed she has now any second.

You can make out a constantly-sharpening series of moans from across the room. After making absolutely sure, as you move your head along the length of the tentacle fucking your mouth and hungrily contract around the two inside your ass and cunt, that the noise isn’t just you, you put your considerable strength to the task of massaging the monstrous cocks pounding every accepting hole on your body. Atlee’s cries peak as a positively blinding orgasm shakes your body, forcing yourself to maintain your efforts through it, short, high-pitched gasps ringing out of your filled mouth as you spray harder down your legs, drenching them entirely.

With a final, triumphant groan, Atlee bursts inside you. The fluid she pumps you full of rapidly is sticky, semi-sweet, and even hotter than you expected. It creeps into every empty space in your body quickly, overtaking your physical form rapaciously as it seeks to invade your mind next. As near-infinite ropes of her cum pulse into you, you have to power through the all-consuming satisfaction your mutual orgasms promise to call up the darkness not just around, but from inside of you. As green begins to fill your eyes, shadows leap down the tendrils touching you, your essence flowing into Atlee as she pushes hers into you. Lines of bright green run down like cracks of menacing light while the rest of your eyes are filled with inky blackness. You and Atlee scream in unison as black breaks in powerful streaks across her bright, emerald eyes, both moving outside of the physical world and to your final confrontation. One way or the other.