You don't need her help, just her body and mind

Part of you wants to jump her there, to rape her silly before possessing her. You fight against that impulse, calling upon your previous lesson, remembering Eridoss who had killed himself rather than accept you possessing him. You want this vessel as whole as you can get her, in mind and body.

She is as brave and good as she is beautiful, nearing a dirty blood-caked stranger without fear, only with the hopes of helping him. She had even been tracking a possible raider herself, probably with the intention of warning others or her precious children, taking that risk upon herself. It just makes you want to corrupt her more, take her more wholly, the better to commit more evil with her body. "I am Alisiyah," you groan falsely, still collapsed, and she strokes your host's forehead, "I will find a way to help you, protector, I promise."

Alisiyah turns her attention towards the large, splendidly-woven wicker basket held in her elbow. She opens it, surely trying to find some kind of helpful herb that she has gathered. That seems as good an opportunity as any to strike. Your tentacles, waiting in your arms, tense, ready to lash out at your will.

You make your move when she raises her head, pinning her instantly to a tree as you wrap pink-veined tentacles around each of her hands, taking care not to be too violent. You keep your body close her hers, grinding up against her with your filth. With her entrapment, her hands wrapped in your foreign and disgusting true self her caring, resolved expression changes into pure fear. Your face is inches away from hers, distorting your own expression with your madness. Your evilness. Your smile of triumph. She screams for help, and you shoot a tentacle into her mouth from your own mouth, silencing her and preparing her for your move to deposit your being and take over her body and mind. She squirms, her body moving with the fervor of pure, horrified instinct. There is nothing she can do.

First, though, you hold her against the tree. You move her hands together and grasp her arms in a single manufactured 'hand', freeing your other arm to explore her. Tentacles, nine of them, squirm from your broken stump of a wrist, moving down her body, wrapping around her full breasts. You rip her plain dress slightly, revealing one of her lovely, pale breasts, wrapping and writhing around it. Your 'hand' moves down further, underneath her dress, lifting it. You rip her undergarments off, leaving them on the forest floor, and your 'fingers' caress the outside of her vagina. You revel in her fear, her tender area, her pussy, stroked lovingly by you. Soon you will possess her completely. Her eyes are rolling back, not in any kind of pleasure, but in pure panic. She can barely hold on to consciousness. The raw primal fear of insects, of stinging slimy things, of claustrophobia, of the dark, all of it is slowly shutting her down. You press closer still, denying her every feeble movement. You have barely touched her, barely scratched the surface, but her mind isn't meant to cope with you. With what you're going to do to her. What you're going to do to her family.

Gently, you lean in close to Alisiyah. You love her fear. You love... you meet her lips with your own, the tentacle still connecting your mouth to her throat, absorbing her screams. You kiss her, close and fierce. Your deposit yourself inside her and slowly, carefully, take over, preserving her as much as you can while keeping control.

In seconds she is yours. Wholly, completely yours. You take over her motor skills, but not her higher functioning. You move her hands up her body. Your body. She caresses her breasts for you. Inside her own head, you can hear her screaming, trying to move her lips. She doesn't have lips, or a mouth, or a body. Those things are all yours now. You caress her silent, screaming mind with your own.

You love her, and as you absorb her memories, cares, and worries, you grow to love her children. You smile with her lips, and pick up her basket full of herbs, reviewing them. Reviewing all you know, Alisiyah's entire life. Your new, beautiful legs begin walking, and leave the discarded husk that was once Lothar behind.