Unmaking Orra.

Two Monster Upgrades Remaining.

Despite her obvious anxiety regarding me, and the reports that she had been fully prepared to betray me by seeking Jetta, the woman did not physically resist me as I eased the tip of my penis between the folds of her sex. She was still subject to the Alpha perk after all, and having failed in her last genuine attempt to restore order to her life, gave up her hope of ever being free of me. Her daughter was lost to me, her husband dead. She had nothing left to fight for.

Her throat thrummed against my tentacle as she moaned appreciatively in response to my penetration. I didn't need to restrain her with other tentacles. It would be a nice change of pace to rest them and simply fuck the woman. I stood, lifting her with little effort. My hands secured her arms to her sides as I held her, half-impaled on my dick, gently lifting and lowering her entire body to grind the first several inches against her insides.

I flared the knots along my dick, like flexing a muscle. The spaces between the ridges expanded in response, like balloons swelling to twice their original thickness. Orra twitched, straining to accommodate the massive insertion, but still I **** her to take it at the same slow, measured pace.

Her eyes bulged and she thrashed, reminding me to remove the tentacle so she could breathe. As I did, her voice filled the room with a low, groaning moan of **** pleasure. The woman was tough. Tougher than most of the women I'd fucked, and so I let her have a third knot, bumping gently into the hard cervix at the far end of her cunt.

She gasped and groaned, but when she lowered her head to look at me, the only thing I found in her eyes was a haze of lust.

"Good girl," I said, and released her arms to grip her purely by her waist. She threw her arms around my neck for support and actually started making a humping motion in time with my own movements to fuck herself just a little harder, a little deeper.

Lyla stared in awe at the sheer size of my tool as I fucked her mother deeply. This was no **** at all; Orra was just as eager to take as I was to give.

"I don't want to remember." She said, panting as she squirmed on the edge of an orgasm. "If you can, make me forget everything before you. Let this be all I know." She threw back her head as the orgasm crested, moaning and bucking her hips.

I tilted my head curiously, and she continued, speaking as coherently as she could through heavy breathing and the occasional orgasm.

"Pleasure and comfort, you said. I want that. Want to just... let go. I'll be good—gods fuck this feels so good!-ah--!" she tensed, clenching weakly around my cock with her exhausted muscles. "But I'll never be happy... unless I can forget. You're the bastard who stole my life. You ruined my daughter, took my husband. But you do something to me... I can't... fuh-unh-fuck... I need it. This. You. I will obey you, I want to, in exchange for pleasure and comfort, but I will always hate you. I'd rather... I'd rather be happy... unghhhh-god..."

I brought a few tentacles into play as she gripped my fur and fucked herself senseless on my engorged cock. Her huge breasts drooled milk all down our joined bodies. I understood. She was indeed a very strong woman. Practical and dutiful. She could never forgive me, and she had the sense and emotional intelligence to have already come to terms with what that would mean. Bound, captive in her own home, watching her daughter descend into a zealous insanity, knowing her husband was never coming home. She'd had plenty of time to decide she hated me, submission or not.

If she were any other female, I'd have probably laughed at her pain and ignored her request. But she was my First Mother. The very first woman to taste my lust and receive my seed. She was going to remain by my side for a very long time, and I felt an odd sentiment towards her.

"Very well." I said simply, and coiled tentacles around her arms and throat, drawing her backwards, still impaled on my cock, until she leaned away from me enough that I could see her whole body. I thrust one tentacle into her ass, delighting in the way she groaned lustfully as her body yielded to me. I closed my hands around her breasts, careful not to cut her, and squeezed until she cried out. She never stopped bucking her hips, fucking like an animal as her milk spilled everywhere.

She was using sex as an escape mechanism. If she could overwhelm her body with pleasure and intense sensations, she wouldn't have to think about who she was fucking. Maybe. It wasn't ideal, to say the least. My mind control power could possibly do what she asked, but to make absolutely sure I directed one of my two remaining Monster upgrades into that part of my power, specifically, with a clear purpose.

Upgrade Monster Trait: Status Effects – Mind Control
Simple Memory Manipulation
Mind Control can now edit memories, remove memories, or implant false memories in targets.
More complete manipulations require the victim's mind to be weak or broken, or require more time spent performing the manipulation, or a willing subject.

One Monster Upgrade Remaining.

Orra was an extremely willing subject. ****, even, as she vigorously received the full attention of several sexual appendages. I released her breasts and placed my hand on her swollen belly. All of the moaning and sweating and fucking faded to the background of my awareness and I reached into the woman's mind with my own. There was no defensive perimeter of any kind; it was like reaching into a bowl of cool water.

Her entire life was laid bare before my mind's eye. Every significant moment, every secret. Her wants, desires, fears, goals... I sorted through the core of what made her her, plucking and pruning entire people, places, even her religion from her memory. I started with her husband. He'd been a good man, but his memory poisoned her against me. I placed myself in the center of her concept of love and obligation by finding all memories that invoked a sense of love and replacing the relevant subject of the memory with myself.

I took every memory containing motherly instinct that she had ever felt for Lyra and wrapped those around the knowledge that she was pregnant with my Devilspawn. Willing as she was to allow me into her mind, I had full access to everything she was. I couldn't imagine what she felt or sensed as I sank my metaphysical teeth into her collective memory, but she didn't resist me in the slightest. She sought release in oblivion, and I obliged.

I stole her virtue, eradicated her shame, and filled all the quiet moments of prayer and reflection throughout her life with a deep and unyielding desire to see the Dark conquer the Light. I made her yearn to play a supporting role, anchoring much of her concept of personal achievement in that dream. I kept much of her as I found it: her humble dignity, integrity, her dependable work ethic, her love for animals and spicy food... Anything that served my purpose, amused me, or that wouldn't really matter except to remain as part of her background personality to keep the resulting Orra from unraveling completely. I wanted her to be a person, not a shattered thrall.

When I was finished, I released her mind and noticed she was crying while my tentacles squirmed in and around her; she was no longer an active participant in the sex. For her sake, in a move that almost bordered on genuine empathy, I released her without reaching my own climax and let her sink to her hands and knees to process the total and complete mindfuck she'd endured. Her eyes were blank, unfocused, but I could already feel her returning to herself. She raised one hand to brush away a tear, blinking and then giving a small start of surprise and confusion as she looked around the room as if lost.