Luke is unable to save Becky

Luke was petrified, unable to move. What was happening in front of him had seemingly consumed his words, and it would soon consume his best friend's soul as well. He wanted to cry, too conscious it was his own fault if his best friend was suffering under the hits of that demonic tentacle. His thoughts froze like his body had done before, as he was too conscious that he could do nothing to save his friend. He wanted to cry, but his anger and rage against himself was so strong that even that simple and instinctive act was impossible to him. It was like he knew he didn't even deserve to cry.

Becky begun to screen, as huge bulges begun to run down the tentacle's length, and the young girl's scream of pain became lustful high pitches. She was now actively trying to let the tentacle more easily enter her, as a hot sticky fluid begun to drip from her vagina.

-More! -

Luke couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. Carried away by the pleasure of the coitus, Becky was becoming more and more willing to embrace the tentacles, as her body was rocked by a series of continuos orgasms. Now the other smaller tentacles begun to descend on her, ready to take their part.

-Luke! We must do something!-

Danny shouted, but his voice was far from strong and secure. It was clear the two young men knew too well the situation was no longer under their control. The small tentacles had now reached Becky's ankles, but this time they didn't reach for her pussy. They begun slowly climbing her whole body, twisting around her legs and arms, stretching to cover every centimetre of the girl's skin. Small bulges runt along all the tentacles, following the rhythm of a dark heart on the other side of the portal.

-Becky!-

Like finally found some strength. Heck he needed to. He knew he couldn't live with the thought of not having even tried to save his friend. He runt towards her, as quickly as he could, trying to grab a tentacle that now was twisting around one of her arms.

-I will save you!-

But it was a lie. Soon there would remain nothing to save. The tentacles had now engulfed all of Becky's body, covering her entirely up to her neck. Only her head was still visible, her neck stretched as the girl tried to grasp for air. Her mouth was opened, with saliva slowly dripping from her livid lips and her skin covered with a thin layer of sweat. From her moans Luke could clearly tell that the penetration had not stopped yet, and it didn't look like the tentacles intended to leave his friend soon. He exploded in a burst of rage and frustration. Hot tears begun falling from his eyes, while his fists fell powerless against the tentacle cocoon that had engulfed her whole body.

-Luke!-

It was like a spell. Becky immediately snapped out from her state of ecstasy, emerging from the dark world of lust and blood where the book had thrown her. In her eyes Luke could see all the horrors of hell, and even something more, something sinister trying to grapple the girl's very soul. The tentacles were now growing, completely covering Becky's body. Only then Luke truly realized what the creature was trying to create: a dark, slimy, huge cocoon.

-Oooh!-

Becky's eyes once more rolled back inside her head, her neck rocked by spasms of pleasure. In what it seemed like the final penetration, her whole body seemed to about to explode in orgasmic pleasure. Her head descended into the cocoon, dragged down by the forces of hell. Now, where Luke's friend had stood, there was only a big black slimy bulge, similar to a dead rotting tree. After a few seconds, the mass of tentacles covering Becky even stopped to move, ceasing its breath-like motion. Luke wanted to cry, and he begun to hit the cocoon with his fists, pushing his nails deep inside the tentacles' flesh, but with every attack the creature only became harder, indifferent to the boy's rage.

Luke felt ****. He was useless, unable to do anything. His friend had disappeared in that black rotten hearth, swallowed by the forces of hell. And it was his fault. He cried, trying to crush his head against the cocoon's walls, and as tears descended from his cheeks, the portal behind him vanished, disappearing into the night like a fireplace's last ember.