Why not both?

The tentacle continued to grow across Xena's stomach. When it reached the cleft between her breasts two smaller tendrils split off while the main one kept going up towards her face. The two tendrils each circled the base of a breast and applied a small amount of ****, keeping them firm and round, while they continued to grow.

They circled around and around going up and down in a random pattern until they reached their goal: The two nipples standing hard and firm on top of Xena's breasts. They each covered one of the nipples and used some kind of suction to attach themself to Xena's breasts. The tentacles started to lightly squeeze its entire length, simulating two hands groping and massaging the large breasts.

Already overwhelmed with pleasure by the fucking the creature was assaulting her with, Xena was oblivious to the new addition of the parasite. That was until the squeezing began. The feelings of something squeezing all over her breasts caused Xena to moan. The fucking itself was bad enough, she already felt the first signs of her second orgasm, but the new sensation of something groping her breasts at random places at the same time made her lose her control at an even faster rate. When the tips of the tentacles started to suck, squeeze, and move her nipples she gave up resisting altogether. This creature was too good at what it did, she didn't know how long it was since it started again, but she did know that this time she reached her limit a lot faster.

'Oh gods, I'm going to cum. You're going to make me cum again.'

But like the first time, it wanted to draw out Xena's pleasure. It wanted her to experience the most pleasure possible before it had to release her. So it adjusted itself. A slight reduction in the speed with which it fucked her. Or a sudden change in the thickness of one or both of the tentacles inside her pussy and ass. A sudden sharp, painful pinch to her overstimulated clit. All these things were used. And they all served a single purpose: To pull Xena away from her orgasm at the last possible moment.

It would release her, eventually, but it would do so when she had reached the absolute limit of what she could take. When her desire became a need. When that need had turned into the only thing that mattered to her. When she thought she would go mad from unreleased pleasure. THEN, and only then, would it grand her the orgasm she craved. And in the meantime, it would grow.

And grow it did. the tentacle that snaked between Xena's breasts had reached her neck now. It circled it once and then continued up. When it reached her chin it stopped. It had reached the limit of how much it could grow, and more energy was needed to proceed. It remembered the taste of its host's juice. Sweet, but with a hint of bitterness that came from the prolonged edging. It wanted something like that again. But his time, the host would not be edged for an extended time, this time she will be edged repeatedly.

Xena was delirious with lust. She was so close to cumming that it was painful, but the creature expertly altered its actions to keep her orgasm just out of reach. Her body was tense, ready to release when it got the signal. Suddenly everything stopped, and her body fell down back onto the table. She was hyperventilating as she worked to get as much breath back into her lungs.

When she had recovered enough to take stock of her situation she became painfully aware of the desire burning in her core. She needed to cum, and she needed it badly. The second thing she noticed was that she felt empty. The tentacles that had invaded her cunt and ass had reduced themself to a size that she could not feel, and the little tendril around her clit was still. The only thing she felt was the two tendrils that snaked around her breasts, keeping them firm and stimulated. When she had her breath back to a normal level she tried to escape her bonds. This proved both futile, and a mistake. She pulled her arms trying to snap the rope keeping her arms tied above her head, but they held firm, and the rope tying her wrists together dug painfully in her wrists. The mistake part came in the form of the parasite sensing her new struggles as a sign that she had recovered enough, so it started to **** her once more.

Not even bothering with a slow build-up this time, the creature went straight to the point where he stopped. The tendrils coiled around her breasts increased the strength from a soft massage to a rough groping. The tentacles inside her expended in a single motion to their previous large form and resumed fucking her ass and pussy. The tiny tendril around her clit started to squeeze and vibrate again. Her nipples were sucked into the two tentacles covering her breasts, and they started to manipulate the tips of her breasts.

What little composure Xena had recovered was blown away by the sudden **** on her overstimulated body. Seconds was all it took before Xena was once again close to cumming. She felt it pull her a tiny bit closer to the edge, and hold her there. One second, two seconds, a third, nothing. Just as fast as it had started everything stopped. It took a few seconds for Xena to realise what happened before she screamed in despair.

'NO don't stop. Why did you stop? I was so close.'

She lay helpless on the table, recovering as her orgasm slowly pulled away. Not even half of the previous time had passed when the creature started again. Just as before it went from nothing straight to intense. Again it took no time for Xena to edge. And again the creature stopped.

Again and again, the cycle repeated. Each time she was brought a little bit closer, but every time it stopped just as she was about to cum. Xena tried to count the number of times she was denied. She lost count after twenty. Somewhere the creature had reduced the tentacle in her pussy to its smallest form, by now direct stimulation to her pussy was enough to tip her over. Still, the torment went on, each cycle brought her closer, but they each lasted shorter. Her clit was next to be abandoned. The parasite showed no sign of stopping and continued to use her ass, breasts and nipples.

By the time the tentacle in her ass stopped Xena was near hysterical. Countless times was she brought to the edge. But just as many times was she cruelly denied. Her body was at a point that just her breasts and nipples were enough to keep her edged. Eventually, the breast massage stopped too, leaving just her nipples to be stimulated. By now the pauses between each cycle had been reduced to two or three seconds, and a twist or soft suck on a nipple was enough to threaten her release.

In her state, Xena never noticed that a tiny tendril had wormed its way into her pussy. It cautiously probed her walls until it stopped at a certain spot. It flattened itself until it was large enough to cover the spot entirely, then created a set of small, hard tips. It placed the tips over the spot it found, careful to not add any sensation, and waited.

Xena's protests between the cycles had devolved into incoherent words.

'Please. Must cum. Want to. I need. No more.'

Sensing the physical exhaustion of its host the parasite made its last move. The spiked tentacle positioned over her G-spot made a single stroke.

An exhausted Xena vaguely registered a pressure inside her pussy. She felt a stroke. And she finally came. The countless orgasms she was denied were all released at once, and it utterly overwhelmed her. Her resolve was shattered, her mind overrun by pleasure. Wave after wave hit her body as Xena just kept cumming, what was normally a quick powerful moment was now extended into something that seemed unending. Xena was unsure if it was one continuous orgasm or countless smaller happening after each other. Her body convulsed and twisted in their bonds, and she was sure she was screaming in pleasure, but she didn't care. Right now she had finally gotten what she wanted, worries were for another time. Finally, the waves of pleasure slowed down and ultimately stopped. Xena was completely spent, she had no physical or mental energy left to fight, her eyes fell shut and Xena slept the sleep of the utterly exhausted.

The parasite meanwhile absorbed what she had squirted from her pussy, and continued to grow.

Xena's sleep was filled with visions. All kinds of situations flashed before her eyes. They all varied in their depictions, but they all shared a single concept: They were always about sex.

In one she was at a campsite. The glow of the campfire shone on her sleeping bag. She was in it, so was her long time travelling companion and friend Gabrielle. She had her arms around Gabrielle's neck and they were locked into a passionate kiss. One of Gabrielle's hands was between Xena's legs and she was expertly fingered until eventually, she cried out in ecstasy as she came.

With a soft flash, her image changed and she was now in a dark alley. She was pressed face-first against one of the walls by a rough hand and her flimsy clothes were torn from her body. She tried to fight back, but her hands were grabbed by her unknown assailant and held painfully behind her back. He penetrated her in one quick thrust and started to violently fuck her. Her screams of fear and pain echoed through the alley and they mixed with the man's grunts and the slapping sounds of his pelvis slamming against her. The man stilled as he came deep inside her pussy, filling her womb with his seed. He removed his dick and let go of Xena as he walked away, leaving her slumped on her knees against the wall.

Another flash and she was inside a poshly decorated bedroom. The bedroom of a powerful mercenary lord whose troops were needed to help defend the city. She was lying naked on the large bed and watched as the mercenary striped and approached the bed. This was part of the deal, he would place his troops at the city's defence, and in exchange, he wanted a night with her. He joined her on the bed and the two started a night of intense lovemaking. He was skilled and gentle, or rough and brutal, depending on the situation. But she was quite satisfied at the end of the night, multiple times in fact.

A flash and she was on what looked like a battlefield inside a bandit camp. She was surrounded by twenty or thirty men and women. Her weapons were gone, currently, in the hands of the bandit leader, the blade of her own sword was pressed against Gabrielle's throat. Her friend was on her knees, hands tied behind her back, and her face was pulled up by her hair. The leader smiled and gave a single order to his followers: Take her. The bandits approached her and hands grabbed her from all sides. Her armour was torn from her and her now bare body was thrown to the ground. One by one the bandits started to **** her, her arms and legs were held in place by four of them, while a fifth penetrated her pussy or ass and fucked her until he was done. Sometimes one of the female bandits would position her pussy over Xena's mouth, and she was **** to lick. At one point she managed to glance over to the bandit leader and saw that he had started to fuck her friend. Gabrielle was still on her knees, but now her face was pushed into the ground by the leader as he violently fucked her from behind. The brutal **** lasted for hours, the day slowly changing into dusk, and then night, but still they did not stop. She was covered with semen, it leaked from her pussy and ass, and her mouth was smeared with a mixture of both male and female cum from the numerous times she was **** to orally satisfy them.

Again her vision flashed and she was back in the room where this nightmare started. She was still tied to the table, still being fucked by the creature, though its movements were slow and calm. A sweet scent filled her nose, and she became oddly relaxed, and a little bit aroused. A bitter liquid trickled into her parched mouth, and she eagerly swallowed it. She heard a quiet noise in her ears. It was just barely audible, loud enough that she registered it, but not so loud that it would hinder her hearing. If she strained her ears she could faintly identify the sounds. Moans, pants, sighs. The sound of people fucking, the screams of ecstasy as someone came. The cracking of a whip, followed by the sound of it hitting flesh, and the scream of pleasure. Male, female, it all blended together. It was constantly playing over and over inside her ears, and it made Xena horny. She wanted to be part of that.

A ghostly image appeared over her vision. It wasn't blinded to everything else, but she could see it clearly enough to identify it. She was back in the alley, face pressed against the wall, arms on her back held by a single hand, and the same man as before brutally fucking her pussy. To her amazement, the creature started to mimic the actions. The thick tentacle inside her pussy started to duplicate the actions of the man in her vision. Her vision self screamed in pain as she was violated, but the real Xena moaned in pleasure. Again the man came inside her pussy, and to her shock, the parasite did the same. Her cunt was filled as the tentacle shot burst of a thick slimy substance into her. The strength of the tentacle's ejaculation caused Xena to whimper in pleasure.

A new puff of that sweet scent filled her nose, and her vision changed. This time she was inside a brothel, and a gorgeous man was next to her on a couch. He started to play with her body, showering her with light touches, caressing her sensitive places with unnatural skill. Hours upon hours did he continued, showing Xena heights of pleasure she couldn't imagine. And all the time, the parasite mirrored the hallucination, making the real Xena equally overwhelmed with lust. Just when she thought she would lose herself to the gentle stimulation she heard a word inside her ears.

'CUM'

And Xena came. There was no slow build-up to signal her orgasm, her body just started to convulse as her orgasm overtook her.

When she had recovered from her orgasm her nose was once again filled with the sweet scent. Her eyes were overlaid with a new scene. She was in a large city, one she recognized, this was Athens greatest of the city-states. She was also on a stage, bent forward with her hands and head locked inside a wooden stockade. She was naked, stiped of her armour and weapons, and her breasts swung as she squirmed in an attempt to escape. The town centre was filled with people, and beside her, a man was speaking of how they had finally captured Xena, and how she would pay for the lives she ruined. No sooner had he said that did someone positioned himself behind her. He grabbed her hips and with a single thrust penetrated her pussy. What followed was a never-ending line of men and women who all chose to use her in some way. Each time someone came inside her pussy, ass, or mouth, the tentacle in that orifice would shoot a similar stream, forcing the real Xena to swallow the bitter stuff lest she drowned.

Hours passed in minutes like this, and it was well into her second day when the men finally stopped. Countless men had used her for their own amusement, and while she was ashamed to admit it, she had climaxed far more times than she felt comfortable with. The real Xena was not so lucky, however, as the stimulation was never enough to tip her over. Two day's of constant fucking and phantom orgasms from both herself and the men had taken their toll on her. She was near-catatonic and **** for release. Her body was burning with desire and she was amazed that the endless fucking and her own aroused state was never enough to make her cum. Then she heard it again.

'CUM'

Again Xena's body started cumming. That simple word did something hundreds of men failed to achieve. This time the creature didn't wait for her to recover, a new vision was created and the cycle repeated. Again and again, was Xena **** to experience situations that were either humiliating or highly arousing. But they all shared the same theme: They involved Xena having sex, either voluntary or brutally ****. And no matter how many times her vision self came, her real body was always kept away from that. She was denied her prize until she heard a single word, one that would make her cum regardless of the state of her body.

'CUM'

For almost a full day had the creature worked its skill on its new host. Xena's crotch was now completely covered by the black parasite, sealing her pussy and ass from any outside interference. The two tentacles that snaked around her breasts had spread and shaped themself into a spiderweb of tiny tendrils, covering the big mounds in a random pattern of lines and spirals, making it look like she wore an exotic bra. The lower half of her face was covered by a mask, not unlike that of a ninja from the east. It covered her nose and mouth hiding the small tentacles inside them and preventing her from speaking. At the side of her face, the 'mask' extended up to include her ears, hiding the tendrils inside them from view.

The rest of her body was covered by small tentacles, they reached all the way to her hands and feet, where they had formed into gloves and boots respectively. The tentacles across her body kept up a steady stimulating massage, often mirroring the way her vision self was touched. Her ass, cunt, and mouth were relentlessly fucked, even if the vision Xena was not, and each time one of them ejaculated they would shoot a thick stream of powerful aphrodisiac into her body. And each time she inhaled through her nose Xena was dosed with a hallucinatory **** that kept flooding her mind with sexual encounters, willing or otherwise.

Xena was truly lost in this world of carnal pleasure. No longer able to distinguish fake from real she was powerless to resist the pleasure **** upon her body and mind. She was ****, fucked, sexually tortured, or lovingly pleasured. But no matter how often she would cum, the real Xena has withheld that release until she heard the word she came to cherish above all else.

'CUM'

Outside the illusionary world, the Lady smiled at her success. After a single day, Xena was already programmed to orgasm on command. The question now was should she let her rest, and continue tomorrow with a fresh illusion? Or leave her like this for the night, and place a few more words into her mind?