Nykta teases and taunts Nemeia as the tentacles ravage her.

Slowly the cambion pulled herself from the portal. She never bothered with clothes, modesty; she once told Nemeia, is a fallacy of mortals. Her skin was blood red, and dark horns protruded from her forehead. As she pulled herself further still from the portal, Nemeia couldn't help but sigh. Nykta's breasts were a marvel, perfectly shaped and hefty, with nipples adorned with silver metal rings, not pierced, but instead, a hoop tightly cinched around the base of each one. "It has been too long since you last gave me an offering, Nemeia," she said as she sat on the portal's edge. Her voice was like silk and honey, seductive and alluring.

As Nemeia went to respond, Nykta flicked a hand, and the thick slimy tendrils that held Nemeia in place invaded her. They showed little care for her well-being or pleasure. Pushing deeply into her cunt, arse and mouth all at once. The ones that wrapped her body and breasts squeezed her painfully. "I was not done talking."

"It has been too long, and for that, you must be punished," Nykta said. As Nemeia's body thrashed from the motions of the tentacles, Nykta reached one clawed hand up to her throat and pressed a single claw into her skin. "I should just slit your throat here, but that would void our agreement." She paused long, "So, this is what we will do instead." She pulled the hand at Nemeia's throat back before opening her fingers. A bronze pendant dangling from a chain and engraved on its surface was an image of an orgy. "You will give this to one of your companions, and, like you, when they die, they will join me and help the ranks of my army swell."

Nemeia felt guilt fill her. "Additionally," Nykta continued as some of the tentacles latched onto Nemeia's nipples, "you will be given some charms to remind you of your duty."

Nemeia winced as she suddenly felt pain in her nipples as the sharp teeth pierced her flesh. She gritted her teeth together, but quickly the pain abated. As the tentacles pulled back from her nipples, she saw a band engraved with infernal runes wrapped around each one. Each one had sharp tines on the inside, digging deep into her flesh.

As the tentacles continued to fuck her holes, Nemeia shuddered and came in a gurgle around the slimy abomination in her throat. "Much better," Nykta purred, "you will be perpetually horny with these new rings. You will crave sex, which should be good training for you when you die."

The tentacles holding Nemeia's arms and legs loosened, and her hand went straight to the tentacle in her mouth, stroking it and urging it deeper. The piercings were indeed doing their job, and even though Nemeia was being fucked, she wanted more.

Nykta smiled at her, "Till your next offering," she said, closing her wings around her body and deftly jumping into the portal at the base of the tentacles. Then suddenly, the tentacles and the portal disappeared into nothing more than an off-coloured smoke.

Nemeia groaned in frustration. She wanted more. She reached for her sword and slowly pushed the hilt into her cunt, moaning loudly as she fucked herself with the deadly weapon. She did this for an hour before passing out, the sword still protruding from her well fucked cunt.

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